Filthy Festival Shenanigans

FILTHY FESTIVAL II - SUBSCRIBESTAR EDITION Warning, this a mostly gay cub story with a heavy focus on scat play and other nasty things, including non-consentual sex acts. It is a work of fiction and fantasy and does not and should not represent anything in the real world. This game is meant for adults, if you are not of legal age then this game is not for you. There are scenes of graphic rape and violence, the wordings of your choices should lead you to or away from them. //TAKE NOTE!// if the option gives you the chance to "nope out" then that is a warning something very bad will happen! "Nope out" scenes are very very hardcore! [[I am 18 years of age and understand this warning and the content stored within this game->Choice]]

You enter another bedroom with an empty bed with ruffled bedsheets. (link:"Check out the bed")[You approach the bed and bellyflop onto it with a giggle, before laying your snout down to the ruffled sheets. You sniff your way down the middle of the bed and inhale deeply on the slighty moist fabric. Assmusk, powerful, ursine assmusk. Your cock throbs in its sheath as you recognise the owner of the bed: Anders the panda whose massive turds filled your stomach and whose even more massive cock railed your ass yesterday] [[Go down to the main room]] [[Go to your bedroom->Disclaimer]]

You enter the main room. It's a circular room with a circular starcase on the left of the entrace door, then a small kitchen area, and then another circular staircase. In front of the entrance door is a large couch with three sides, the back of the middle towards the door. To the right of the entrance door is the toilet. The room is currently occupied by Robért the rooster, who is wearing an apron and preparing to do some cooking. [[Check out what Robért is doing]] [[Go up towards your bedroom->Go down the staircase]] [[Go up the other staircase]] [[Go to the toilet]] [[Head out the entrance door]]

"Good morning, Billy!" the rooster cheerfully exclaims, "or rather, good early afternoon, you are a really heavy sleeper, mon petit" He appears to be preparing to cook something with olives, a food item you hate hate hate the taste of, and which caused the only bad experience yesterday when Jack the bull fed you a digested dish containg those black ovals of yuck. [[Ask about what he's cooking]] [[Leave->Go down to the main room]]

You enter a bedroom where the bedsheets are done perfectly without a wrinkle. This must be the room of the well-mannered Robért the rooster. [[Go upstairs]] [[Go down to the main room->Go down to the main room]]

You feel the need to take a morning piss and enter the restroom. The room is fairly spacious, with a bathtub, a sink and the toilet. Anders the tall and chubby specimen of a panda is currently occupying the bathtub, foam bubbles all around and a tablet in his right paw, his left is pumping his massive 10incher under the water as moans and groans are coming from the tablet. The panda is somewhat startled by your sudden arrival, but his face light up in a big and friendly smile. "Well, if it isn't Sleeping Beauty?" he booms, "Did you sleep well?" You nod and tell him you feel very refreshed from your long slumber. "Great stuff, well if you need to use the toilet, you can do that. Or...." he lets the pause drag on and casts his gaze down to his massive erection, and you catch his drift. [[Join him in the bathtub]] [[Pee normally in the toilet]]

You are in the VIP zone of the campgrounds. Around you are wooden buildings that are constructed to look like the finger horns you throw all the time at the rock concerts. The fingers pointing up in the air are 20 feet tall circular structures, what you know is the bedrooms. The fingers that hold the thumb are all wooden cladding around the circular structure that makes up the central room of the VIP dwellings, they look huge from up close, and from a distance it looks like a forest of finger horns at a concert, quite impressive. You are just wearing sandals and swimming shorts, the weather is quite nice and a warm breeze caresses your fur. [[Explore the area]] [[Go to the porta potty area]] [[Go to the stage area]] [[Go inside the VIP dwelling->Go down to the main room]]

You enter a bedroom where the bed is covered by a duvet that is encased in black silk. On the chair hangs a pair of black dress pants, and on a knob on the wall hangs the upper part of a black suit. This must be Jack the bull's room, the black-furred, muscular specimen that has paid for this luxury residence out of his hard-earned money from being a big "honcho", as your dad said, in a famous company. (link:"Check out the bed")[You lift the duvet and an incredibly manly smell erupts from beneath. Seems like it has trapped the musk of the bull. You quickly dive under it and let your head be trapped under the duvet so you can savour the delicious musk. You worm your way down the bed, with your snout pressed towards the sheets, and tingle with arousal as you get to the middle and inhale the rich fragrance of Jack's massculine crotch musk] [[Go down the staircase->Go up the other staircase]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

You ask what he is cooking. "Ahh, it's the same dish which seemed to cause you such trouble yesterday," the rooster says with a ruefull smile, "chicken boiled in red wine, with garlic, rosemary, bacon, onions and olives." You scrunge up your face at the thought, you would rather eat a cold, grass-clippings covered dog turd than even a single olive. "Now now, don't make such a face at me, mon petit, olives are an //aquired // taste, like beer or coffee or wine, and just as delicious once you learn to enjoy it." You are highly doubtful, and feel like the addition of olives to the dish ruins it. "I can teach you how to make this cuisine, maybe it will change your mind," the rooster offers. [[Say no thanks and leave->Go down to the main room]] [[Agree to be taught how to make the dish]]

You nod your head and agree to help Robért cooking the dish. "So, first, we will prepare the ingredients," he gestures at the kitchen table where two glasses of olives stand, a net of onions, a head of garlic, a small plastic-potted rosemary plant, a packet of pre-diced bacon and a whole chicken still wrapped in plastic. A black and a white cutting board and a hefty kitchen knife. There's also a bottle of red wine. The rooster reaches in under the sink and pull out a little stepping stool for kids so you can reach the table properly, and stands behind you, giving you instructions. "First we need to cut up some onions," he gestures to the net of onions, "two-to-three large ones or more if they are smaller." [[Cut the onions]]

You grab the knife and slice open the net, picking out the three biggest onions of the bunch, then you begin peeling them, eyes beginning to water a little "Yes, just like that," Robért says, and presses up against you, encircling your chest with his wingpaws, "the easiest way to cut them up is simply halving them and then slicing the halves. They don't need to be finely diced up because the dish will be cooking for a long time." You halve the onions and cut them as instructed, Robért lets go of you and retrieves a bowl to put the onions into, and you swipe them off the cutting board with the knife into it, both of you have wet eyes now, and the rooster pushes the bowl as far away as he can. Robert leans in close again, and caresses your bare chest, "now it's time to take the stones out of the olives." You grimace with revulsion, but you did after all agree to help him cook, so you reach out for the 2 glasses containing the olives (Greek Calamata printed on them), your butt pushes backwards against an obviously growing erection as you bend over the table. Robért handles you a small knife and you begin the tedious proces of cutting the olive meat from the stones within. "It's a waste of time to try to remove //all// the meat, just sorta try to cut and scrape the most off you can in a single go, and then move on to the next olive," the rooster says. It goes a little faster now, but is still a slow and tedious proces, making you hate the olives even more, but then you gasp in delight as your shorts are pulled down and Robért nestles his strange avian cock against your rump. He spits on his finger and rubs it onto his dick and begin to push in gently. You moan in pleasure at the intrusion, and your growing erection spasms in the air. The rooster grabs your cock and slowly pumps it, precum swiftly covering his wingpaw, then he takes it off your cock and insert his slick fingers into your mouth, making you murr at the taste of your own fluids and cub musk. He then reaches for the de-stoned olives and grabs a small piece, holding it up in front of your eyes, before he brings it down and rubs it against the tip of your cock. "I'm going to teach you to eat olives, it really cannot be that you can hold a bellyful of my shit but not eat such a tiny morsel," the rooster says, and holds the precum-covered olive in front of your snout, the heavy smell of it lightly masked with the scent of your own pre. You reluctantly open your mouth and instantly regret it, as the strong taste of the olive immidiately overpowers what little cub musk was on it, before you can spit it out, Robért closes your muzzle shut with his wingpaw and gives a firm shove with his avian cock, hilting you in one go, the curved organ tickling your insides in ways you haven't ever experienced before. Despite the unwelcome olive in your mouth, you moan out in pleasure, the feeling of his adult avian dick an amazing contrast to the yucky taste in your mouth. He keeps your muzzle closed, and you internally sigh as you begin to chew the little piece of olive. As you begin chewing, the rooster begin pumping his dick slowly in your asshole, a shudder of revulsion turns into pleasure at the act, and the little piece is quickly turned into a paste which you swallow with a wince that turns into another moan as he forcefully buries his cock as deep inside you as possible. Robért then pulls all the way out, lets go of your muzzle and reaches down for his dick, before presenting a scat-covered finger to you which you happily suck off, the welcome taste of feces overriding the taste of the olive. You notice that the rooster grabs another, bigger, piece of olive and presents it to you, simultaniously pushing his scat-covered cock up your bum again. "There's something called Pavlonian conditioning, I will use that to make you //love// olives," Robért says, before putting the piece into your mouth. You have no idea what he's talking about, but the pleasurable slow fucking he's giving you is enough to override your impulse to spit out the olive, and you instead chew it up, the shudders of revulsion somehow reminding you of scatplay, even as the taste of your scat in your mouth is suppleanted with the taste of olive. You begin to de-stone the olives again, and the rooster keep mating slowly with your behind, rubbing your hard cock intermittently and occasionally feeding you a piece of olive that makes you shudder and spasm, gripping his turgid organ like a vice when you do so, both of you moaning and groaning at the act. Soon you are finished with the olives from the two glasses, and move on to the garlic, "eight to ten cloves," the rooster says and you begin de-skinning them, having a bit of trouble both from the rocking movement of your breeding as well as the skins annoyingly clinging to the garlic cloves. "Take the big knife and crush them first with the flat of the blade," Robért instructs, and you do so, the garlic //much// more easily seperating from the skin now. The rooster reaches over you and grabs a branch of rosemary, pulling off the strong-smelling leaves from it and putting them on the cutting board. "Okay, now use the knife to dice up all this into one pile, but first cut the garlic on its long side into three to five pieces," Robért instructs, as his avian cock slowly and sensually mates with your ass. You do as told and eventually has it all sliced and diced into smaller bits, the rooster stopping you chopping it very finely as he says the larger pieces will add "texture" to the dish. The avian cock is removed your tailhole and the rooster lets go of your body, telling you he needs to cut the chicken. You get down from the stepping stool and come face-to-face with his cock, brown with the scat from your own asshole. With a hungry moan you take in half his length and slurp down your nasty mess from his dick. Robért groans in pleasure at having his cock serviced like that, as he unpacks the chicken and begins cutting it out of your sight, at times putting in a lot of effort which translates to his cock spasming powerfully in your mouth. The sweet taste of precum covers your taste receptors, and the slick fluid washes away the taste of olives from your tongue. "Okay, get back up here," the rooster says, and you return to your spot on the stepping stool. The chicken, having been cut on the other cutting board, is seperated in nine pieces: the wings, the legs, the back whole and then the breast is cut in four pieces. Robért hums happily as he once again thrusts his dick into your well-stretched asshole, and turns on the stove at Medium to heat a large pot. "Firstly, we will be frying up the bacon, this 150 gram... Err quarter pounder pack is a good amount," the rooster says, and you open the plastic lid and pour down the bacon bits that begin to sizzle immidiately, filling the air with the appetizing smell of bacon. The rooster is slowly pumping you with his hard length, and fondling your cock at the same time, as you push the bacon around with a big plastic ladle. "Now that we can see a good amount of fat we can add the onions and the chicken pieces to brown them a little," he almost makes you fall as he reaches far for the bowl of onions and dumps them in, and then he takes the cutting board with the chicken and does the same. Sweet onion and savory chicken flavour begins to come from the pot as they slowly fry, and you rummage around with the plastic ladle, finding it a little difficult to upend the chicken pieces while being fucked, but you manage and it all gets a light brownish colour. "Next, we add the olives, garlic and rosemary, " Robért says, his paws on your hips and pumping that deliciously curved dick deep into your butt, letting you manage the addition of the ingredients. "Now for the second cornerstone of this dish, other than the olives, the red wine," Robért reaches for the bottle and stops fucking you for a moment, "modern wines don't need cork to be good, a screw lid doesn't mean a wine is bad, and it's more convenient that way," he unscrews the lid and pours the wine into the container, "don't cheap out on this, a bad wine will make a bad dish! I spend at least 15 dollars on the wine when I make this dish," Robért explains as he stops pouring, the wine just about at level with some of the chicken pieces, about a glass left in the bottle, "and voila! Now we need to bring this to a boil and then turn off the heat so the ingredients can marinate until dinnertime." You turn up the heat of the stove, and Robért firmly grabs your hips to give you a proper fucking. You yelp and moan as his pelvis smacks into your behind again and again, the careful loving of earlier replaced with the powerful rutting of a wild animal, making the stepping-stool wobble and rearranging your insides with that uniquely curved dick. It seems a bit dangerous to be so violently mated right in front of a big pot coming to a boil, but the both of you are lost in the moment, your paws gripping the warm stove without being too near the pot, the rooster's paws firmly latched on to your hips as he pistons your squelching hole, small spatters coming from the shit being pulled out of you and hitting the floor. He groans mightily and pushes hard into you, the cock hitting your prostate and other previously unknown pleasure centers inside you, and you both come at the same time, your red rocket spraying the stove with cum and the rooster's cock painting your insides white. As you huff and puff in the afterglow, Robért notices the pot has come to a boil, and turns off the heat and moves it away from the hotplate, he then slowly pulls his dirty cock out of your hole. "You mind cleaning me up?" he asks, and you oblige by stepping down and gulping down his shrinking organ to the base, the feathers on his stomach tickling your snout, cleaning it off noisily and effectively, the rooster wincing a bit as you clean his sensitive organ. [[Go back to exploring->Go down to the main room]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

You pull off your shorts and step into the bathtub. The hot water feels nice on your paws as you try to step in so that you have a foot on either side of the chubby panda's body, but it's impossible due to his size, and you end up standing between his legs instead, the ursine spreading them out showing off his massive erection. "You can just let go, kid, the tablet is waterproof," he says, and taps a couple of times on the screen to load another vid. His big paw hasn't left his cock yet, and that humanoid, uncut foreskin glides over the purple head slowly and sensually. (link:"Pee on him")[With a sigh, you angle your dick downwards and release your bladder, colourful and smelly morning piss raining all over the chubby panda, who has lifted himself up slightly from the water to let your stream hit his chest and face. He opens his mouth and takes in the stream with a murr, pumping his cock faster now as a pool of dark yellow pee gathers in his mouth. Your morning piss seems endless and he begins to noisily choke it down, jerking his big cock faster and faster, as your stream dies down he shudder, big legs almost making you trip in the bathtub, and his cock erupts in bursts of semen that spray all over his chest. "Heh, thanks for that kid," he says and he huffs and puffs his way down from his orgasmic high. [[Leave->Go down to the main room]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]

You decline to join Anders in the bathtub and instead opt to use the toilet for some reason, can't be pervy all the time right? The big panda makes a dissapointed sound, and you hear a couple of taps on the screen as he loads up another vid. As your piss steam begins, you lean back your head with a sigh, the pleasant release of your morning bladder relaxing your whole body. Then your ears perk up at the sounds coming from the tablet. (link:"Listen in")["Ohh daddy, are you gonna fill my cunny?" the voice comes from a small girl cub. "Yeah, baby, just hold your ankles like that so I can do it directly, like last time," a voice says, a voice you know, that of Jack the bull. You turn around after finishing peeing, to check out what Anders is looking at. He catches your eyes and then winks, "come see this, Billy!" You get closer and kneel down so you can get a better view, the video is a home-made one, but on a high quality camera, it's almost like being there yourself. The black bull is squatting over the tiny form of his daughter, you presume, her lithe body bent in a very flexible way, her legs held by her paws all the way down to her cranked neck and upper back, her bottom sticking up in the air, her bovine features scrunged up from the effort. Jack sits down further and his butt makes contact with her tiny cunt. The sound quality of the camera is amazing, you can hear every poof and crinkle as the bull unloads his waste directly into his daughter's pussy. "Ohhh, daddy, you're really filling me up," she chimes. The bull looks pleased with himself as he strokes his erect, tapered cock. As he unloads more and more of his bullcrap into her pussy, her stomach begins to inflate slightly and she whimpers with lust, her face utterly red with arousal, her small nipples erect. If it wasn't for the overflowing bullcrap you are sure that her pussy would be glistening wet. Jack gives one last major push and bullcrap oozes out of her tiny orifice and runs down her body, her stomach is visibly distended now, and the black bull lets off his squat, turns around and jerk his cock ferociously, quickly cumming with hard spurts of cum that he angles at her general crotch area, covering the manure with a layer of jizz. He smiles down at her, then turns to the camera and gives it a thumbs up. "Maybe I should let Obito have a go at her shitty pussy," he says to the camera, and the video ends. Your attention suddenly return to your surroundings and you moan at the feeling of your very erect canine dick being mastrubated by the large panda. He teasingly lets go of your dick and show you the main video archive of his tablet, stills of cubs and scat and piss galore. "I'll show you the second video later, kid," he says with a grin, before making the screen turn dark. Playtime's over. [[Leave->Go down to the main room]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]

You take a refreshing nap, all tired out from your adventures during the daytime, your stomach has been treated, your ass has been treated, you have cummed multiple times. Any cub would be tuckered out from such an ordeal. You open your eyes to the gloomy light of an overcast evening sky, the sun hasn't settled behind the horizon yet, but the cloud cover obscures it, giving your bedroom a very gloomy feel. [[Go downstairs]]

You decide to check out the VIP area. For being a festival, it's quite high end, with many luxuries like a spa area, gourmet food stalls that are basically restaurents with clothed tables and proper chairs on wooden floors. The passageways have elevated rubber paths in the low-lying areas, compared to the wood chips in the festival at general, to keep the guests' feet dry in case of summer rains. You are hovering near an ice-cream stall that sells Italian sorbets, when you notice a kitten who seems to be about half your age. He walks past you, holding hands with what you presume is his dad, a normally built adult cat. For a moment you lock eyes with the kitten, beautiful amber eyes stare back at you, and the kitten looks away almost ashamedly, his facial fur slightly reddening. A powerful smell of soiled diaper follows in their path. As they get further away from you, you cannot help but notice that the kitten's shorts seem to be bulging with a used diaper beneath. [[Leave->Head out the entrance door]] [[Follow the pair]]

You arrive at the porta potty area. Row after row of porta potties stand proudly on the rolling field, with a large urinal area to the side. You see two cubs you remember from the other day, a well-built wolf cub your age is running full tilt and his rabbit buddy, small and timid, tries in vain to keep up with him. The wolf enters a porta potty and closes the door with a bang. The bunny comes up to it, look dejected, and picks an unoccupied stall further down, very obviously not closing the door fully shut. The springs on the doors of the porta potties are quite hefty, and a puny cub can risk becoming trapped. [[Check out the wolf cub]] [[Check out the bunny cub]] [[Check out the urinals]] [[Go to the stage area]] [[Go the VIP area->Head out the entrance door]]

You go to the stage area There's a gating system where people have their belongings checked for contraband by volunteers in bright orange high visibility vests. This being the middle of the day, there isn't a whole lot of traffic, many furs are barely getting up at this time from the previous night's toll on them. A pudgy looking boar is walking lazily around with a dog on a leash. [[Approach the dog]] [[Enter the stage area]] [[Go the VIP area->Head out the entrance door]] [[Go to the porta potty area]] (if:(history: where its name contains "Approach the dog")'s length is 1)[[[You curiously notice the pudgy boar returning from the fence to get back to patrolling the queue->Dog turd]]]

"Doggy!" you exclaim, and speed towards the cute creature with all the bubblyness of a ten-year-old. It's a beautiful dog, a cocker spaniel with a very pretty white and reddish brown coat. It sniffs at you and wags its tail "Don't bother him, kid, he's working," the boar says in a deep voice. Up close the man is revealed to be a rather heavyset and pudgy specimen, large belly straining his Hawai shirt, large spots of moisture at his armpits and under his breasts from the heat and from simply existing with such a weight. (link:"Working?")[You ask him to explain what he means. "Rex here is working hard to keep the festival safe," the pudgy boar explains, before rummaging in the pockets of his shorts, he pulls out a badge and flashes it in front of you, "he's sniffs out drugs so we can keep them out of the hands of the young and impressionable." You have never been offered any drugs, yet consider yourself both of these, so you are naturally a little confused. "Look, kid, believe me when I say it keeps the festival a safer place when I confiscate that filth," he grumbles, before tugging the leash of the dog. "Stay out of trouble, boy!" ] [[Enter the stage area]]

You are at the stage area, which consists of one smaller and two larger stages that have bands playing all day in a revolving order so that the two large stages won't have bands on them at the same time. There's a bunch of shops and stalls around that sell merchandise, drinks and foodstuffs, as well as a small porta potty area. Off to the side there is a restroom area as well, two container structures with flush toilets and running water. There's currently a concert going on at one of the big stages, and as well the flow of furs towards the smaller stage signalling the beginning of a new concert there [[Check the stalls]] [[Check the porta pottys]] [[Go to the concert]] [[Leave->Go to the stage area]]

You decide to check out the stalls, and what a variety there is! Band merchandise of every kind, loads of black tshirts as is custom, but also ornamental objects like silver skulls, canes, Joker and V masks and Devil masks. There's even a music shop selling metal-themed guitars and other instruments, a beautiful peacock is shredding on a monster Flying-V guitar hooked to a tiny loudspeaker, with his friends around him cheering and headbanging. Such a nice atmosphere at this festival! The food stalls have a much lesser variety, it always seems to come down to burgers, fries, kebabs and China boxes, good thing you have access to a much wider assortment of foods back in the VIP village, you think naughtily. The drink stalls cater to every taste, from regular beer from tap, to craft beers being poured into plastic cups, a wine shop selling glasses of MurderDeath Chauvignon 2017 for extortive prices. A tall stallion walks past you with a transparent plastic cup of beer in each hand. You remember him! It's the guy who gave you an unknowing golden shower the other day. You smile lewdly at that thought as your dick hardens a bit in its sheath. (if:(history: where its name contains "Check out the wolf cub")'s length >= 1)[[[Your stomach is churning a little from the scat of the wolf cub you encountered earlier. Check around for something to wash it down with->Azzy]]] [[Leave->Enter the stage area]]

You decide to check out the small porta potty area. The buildings are standing in three rows, and parellel to the rows are a set of large urinal structures that are basically walls with a drainage channel at the bottom so many furs can piss at once. There's also a bunch of faucets in some long sinks for hand washing. The mid day sun has heated up the area, and the strong smell of piss entices your dick to creep slightly out of its sheath, but playing any naughty games here is going to be difficult with all the furs walking around and the sunlight exposing your sordid deeds. You also don't wanna try your chance in the porta potties like you did the other day, the chance of discovery and not being able to leave is far too high at this moment. (if:visits >= 2)[As you turn to leave, you notice a lion pushing his cub in a stroller. The sight is somehow a little peculiar, the boy is wearing a bright blue onesie, with a huge bulge at his crotch where he is diapered up, and a couple of straps keep him in place in the stroller. The cub looks far too old for such a getup, maybe 5 years of age, his facial fur is reddened in a blush not caused by the hot summer sun, though he must be quite warm underneath all that clothing. The lion is clad in the regular festival getup, black band t-shirt and all, but they stick out like a sore thumb. The man is looking around inquisitively, the cub slightly frantically, and you overhear just a snippet of conversation as they walk past you. "D-daddy, please hurry," the cub mewls out. "Shush, Tim, we need to find somewhere more private!" the dad responds. "It's pushing out my plug," the boy's voice complains. The man stands still for a moment, grabbing something in his pocket, and you are pretty sure you can hear an insisting buzz beginning to emit from the cub's diapered crotch. "This will give you something else to think about," the dad says kindly, the kitten meeping and blushing even more, struggling a bit in his straps, his short legs kicking a little from some strange sensation. [[Curious, you decide to follow the pair]]] [[Leave->Enter the stage area]]

You decide to attend the concert on the big scene. Calling it a crowd would be a stretch, but there's a good couple hundreds of furs standing near the scene. You notice your dad and Jack standing to the back of the crowd, near the sound technicians booth. Dad is always smart, and has told that the best sound experience at concerts is at that booth, and will always try to stand near for an optimal musical experience [[Go join the men]]

You are bobbing your head along to the tunes as you walk over to your dad and Jack. The bull is the first to notice you and flashes you that perfect, white smile and throws finger horns at you and you throw some back. "Hi Billy, mi hermano!" he yells, trying to power through the music. Your dad notices you now, having been entranced and bobbing his head at the music, and gives your headfur a good ruffle. "Hi son, did you sleep well?" he asks You inform him that you had a really good sleep and he smiles happily and ruffles your headfur again. "Check this out, this band was the //shit// during my high school years!" You turn to face the band, and on the big screens you can see that it's a bunch of boyish looking, middle-aged men in oversized pants and black band t-shirts, with their headfur coloured white or green or black and waxed into spikes. "It's called punk rock, esé, it used to be all the rave back then," the black bull shouts. You can understand why, the music is fast, the vocalist can keep the tune, and the songs are catchy. You soon feel the uncontrollable urge to "dance" and start rocking your body around and headbanging, the swinging of your head bringing a sort of static effect in your brain that computes well with the music. Jack and your dad does the same, while also singing along to the tracks that made up their youth. You are dissapointed that the set ends after only three more songs, you arrived late into the concert it seems. The small crowd cheers and screams and you can see through the big screens that busty 30something year old tiger woman throws her bra at the scene near the vocalist, who picks it up and obviously sniffs it to the delight of crowd. Might not be a big band anymore, but they sure still have their fans! "So Billy," your dad says in a normal tone, the music over for a while, "me and Jack are gonna check out Fleshreaperasskiller at the small stage, but I don't think it's anything for you, it's //grindcore//," he says with a smirk. You nod in agreement, that noise is definitely not in your taste. You wave and throw finger horns and go your seperate ways. [[Leave->Enter the stage area]]

You go to the porta potty where the wolf cub rushed in, the indicator on the door is green, he forgot to lock the door in his haste! You quickly let yourself in to the very surprised boy and lock the door. Sputters and spatters can be heard from his rear, his stomach obviously upset and unloading its contents with great speed and force. "What the Hell are you doing?" he asks angrily, before another stomach cramp forces him to grunting and pushing out even more liquid shit. (link:"Kneel in front of the wolf")[You get to your knees and pry his knees open so you can set your face down directly in his crotch. Sitting as he does, he doesn't have much leverage to pull you off, and his upset stomach prevents him from standing up. You take deep and needy sniffs at his sheath, the wolf a dirty boy with low hygeine and the reek is divine. Piss, musk and stale cum. You murr and your dick hardens from the scent. Another smell that assaults your tastebuds is his waste, which is blubbering down right under, noisily spattering down into the porta potty. The smell is horrendous, a wicked stench that further entices your cock to harden up. (link:"Taste his sheath")[The wolf is taken aback as your tongue travels into his sheath, lapping for every morsel of musk it can find. He moans a little as you lap over and around his dick and then grunts and bends forward as his ass lets out another splurt of diarrhea. As he leans backwards again with a groan, you get the perfect angle to get almost your entire tongue inside, snaking it around his rod in an attempt to coax out the musky member. You grope yourself as he begins to harden up, his cock forcing your tongue out of his sheath, and you murr with delight as you are treated with your first spatter of precum. Somehow, the boy's resistance is over now, and he's just letting this happen without complaint, even panting a little as spurts of his pre covers your tongue. You moan in delight as his dick hardens up fully, pawing yourself while giving him an expert blowjob, attacking the cock from all angles, sucking, lapping, munching his knot, deepthroating it. Your throatslime covers it all as you bob and weave your muzzle around his turgid length. His stomach is empty now, and he can fully appreciate the sensations of your porn star blowjob, moaning and groaning with arousal. (link:"Get up and straddle him")[You let his cock exit your mouth with a slurp and grimace as a jet of precum spatters into your eyes. The wolf cub's mouth is half open and panting with pleasure and he looks at you with dissapointment as you stop servicing his cock. You get up and step up on the sides of the rim, the wolf angling his body a way a little in confusion. Then you grind your hard dick into his belly-fur and slide your way down until your buttcheeks nestle his knotted cock. His face was already red, but now he looks like a lobster. "You want me to put my dick inside you?" he asks hopefully. Instead of answering, you grab his canine cock and angle it upwards before sitting down on it to the base of his knot in one go, slightly hissing with pain yet joining his moan of pleasure as his warm cock spears your insides. He's pretty large for his age, the cock almost as big as daddy's, and you start riding him with gusto, wet slaps and squelches filling the small room. You aren't too sure about the wolf, but the added stench from the porta potty makes this mating so much more thrilling, as you rise your body up so only the tip is in and then slamming down with gravity again and again. The wolf surprises you by pulling you into a hug and a clumsy french kiss, his earlier reservations completely forgotten, his powerful arms assisting you in speeding up your mating. You grunt and moan and mewl into each others mouths as you both reach your climaxes, the power of gravity and force finally pushing in his knot and he cums loudly, almost roaring, before gripping you tighter and french kissing you and jabbing his prick in and out with almost rabbit-like speed, his knot pulling against your hole and smacking your prostate making you cum very hard all over his belly fur. You lean into him blissfully as his humpings slow down, and simply enjoy the sensation of his spasming cock sending rope after rope of semen up your hole. He huffs with pleasure and grips you tightly, and you sit there, joined together, and enjoy a moment of post-orgasm afterglow. After a couple of minutes like this, you decide its time to get his knot out of your aching hole, and you try to find purchase to lift yourself off it. The bulbous meat slowly makes its way out of your hole with a noticeable squelch and you step gingerly down to the floor, the wolf holding your hands and helping you. He looks down at his softening cock with an "Ewwwww," it being utterly covered with your scat. (link:"Clean him off")[You get to your knees yet again, and lean your muzzle forwards. The wolf makes a noise of disgust as you take his softening red rocket into your eager maw and proceed to clean it with the same effort of a small cub licking a lollipop. He groans a little at the overstimulation, so you try to make your tongue scrape his length as delicate as possible, making your way all over the shaft and knot, and following it into his sheath as it retreats there. Once you are fully satisfied he's clean, you look up and give him a shit-eating grin, sticking out your brown tongue, the only evidence of your little snack. "Wow, you're really disgusting," he says, before turning to the toiletpaper dispenser to clean his butt. Now fully off his post-orgasm bliss and starting to get a bit nauseous from it all. "Awww, come on!" he exclaims, as the toiletpaper is revealed to have run out, leaving him only half a teared sheet to wipe himself with. You clear your throat and give him a wiggle of your eyebrows, and he groans with disgust as he catches your drift, turning around and spreading his buttcheeks so you can acces his tailhole. You murr at the sight, he must have soiled his underwear because there's a brown mess all over his anus and buttcheeks. You lean in for swift sniff, the revolting stench making your spent cock stir in its sheath, before you set your tongue to lapping off the mess. There's so much of it, his entire rump is covered in it, and you spend a good while cleaning it all off, idly fondling your sheath as this is more an act of kindness and submission than an act of arousal, making sure to make him nice and clean. You give his rump as little smack as you get to your knees, and the wolf cub turns around, his face quite red while also scrounged up from disgust. He pulls up his slightly dirty underwear and then his pants, before unlocking the door. "Thanks, I guess," he mutters, before quickly exiting the porta potty [[Leave->Go to the porta potty area]]]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]

You decide to enter the stall of the bunny cub, noisily shutting the door behind you and locking it. He gasps with fright, his shorts and undies are down to his shoes as he was just about to piss, and he turns around and shyly covers his privates. The cub is your age, but much smaller and timid than you. [[Seduce the bunny]] [[Rape the bunny]]

You go down to the urinal area, here there are long urinals that basically consist of walls with a drainage ditch in the bottom. There are plenty of furs about, but the urinal furthest back is kinda shadowed by the one in front of it, and is situated up against the border fence (link:"Check out the rear urinal")[You go check out the urinal at the back, the stench of strong and stale piss all around you. The ditch here is half to overflowing and you get get the urge to drop to your knees and have a go at it, but still feel the act would be a little risky, however, you notice that there is a gap between the urinal and the fence and you explore further. Trying to peek in between two urinals, you can see there is a fairly spacious area behind, absolutely flooded with piss. The drainage system must be backed up or there must be a leaky pipe, because you can see the plastic pipe going through the fence towards a noisy machine you guess is the pumping system. (link:"Take a \"bath\"")[ You sneakily look around and squeeze yourself in between the space of the two urinals. You feet are instantly drenched in piss and the smell is as overpowering as it is stimulating You take a few steps and are now completely obscured by the urinal in front of you, then you drop to your knees and simply flop down into the pool of golden liquid. The small lake of piss is pleasantly warm, and you sink into it with a groan, you knotted dick instantly forming in its sheath as your entire body is lowered down. The depth is enough that you can almost float in it lying down. You open your mouth and take a big gulp of the stinky piss, its taste much different from fresh piss, stronger, stinkier, harder to keep in your gullet. You turn around on your back, and enjoy the feeling of the warm piss enterering your buttcrack, while you pull out your fully hard cub dick and start pumping it. As you lie there fapping, you can turn to the side and drink directly from the piss around, and you get a good bellyfull or two as you pump harder and harder on your rigid erection You get an idea and turn to face down again, sinking your red rocket into the yellow mud beneath the piss, noisily squelching as you start fucking the earth while forcing your whole head underwater. The whole world is piss, you can feel it entering your ear canals, when you emerge with a gasp, the taste and smell is overpowering your senses, you hump the piss mud harder and harder and dive down again, holding your breath while swallowing mouthful after mouthful of piss. You near your orgasm, your lungs bursting with the need for air, and you expel your last breath under the piss as you attempt to knot the mud, forcing your lower body deep into it and delivering a hot load directly into the squelching mess. You emerge from the piss with a gasp and ride out your orgasm, humping the mud with great force as the squelching mass milks your cock, the taste and smell of the stale piss the only thing you can focus on as you spasm and jerk about in the now muddy liquid. With the afterglow over, you sneak out again and quickly making your way to the shower area. Luckily no one will take a second glance at a wet and muddy boy. You take a nice shower and leave, your swimming shorts and sandals quickly drying in the heat, leaving you dry and with a bellyfull of nasty piss ] [[Leave->Go to the porta potty area]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]

You take a step forward in the cramped area and move to embrace the frightened bunny. You pet him down his back, your much bigger and stronger arms enveloping the increasingly confused rabbit who is still holding his package shyly. Your eyes lock with his, and you go in for a kiss, a small peck on his snout, before you kiss lower and your lips meet his. The bunny cub moans with uncertainty from the lewd situation, but kinda kisses back a little, his natural reaction to this act of intimacy. (link:"Grab his buttocks")[The cub mewls uncertainly as your strong paws start kneading his buttocks, two small fistfulls of delightfully firm ass meeting your pawpads. You keep up with the kissing and make your finger travel further inwards, towards his crack. He moans into your mouth as you massage his pucker directly, his paws have stopped covering him up and are now placed on your shirtless stomach massaging the fur there. He is really getting into it! (link:"Drop to your knees")[You break the kiss and kneel down in front of the small bunny cub, his dicklet is tiny and soft. You take an appreciative sniff of cub musk masked by soap and take his organ into your maw. "Hehe, that tickles," the bunny says, as you start sucking his flaccid dick. "No, wait, uhmmm, I really have to go," he tells you. (link:"Open your mouth")[You pull back from the tiny dick and open your maw wide, looking at the bunny with horny anticipation. "Uhmm, you want me to go in your mouth?" he asks timidly You nod in confirmation, and pull down your shorts enough so your fully formed dog cock can be mastrubated. The thrill of being on your knees here with this cute bunny, ready to drink his piss, makes it spasm and spray a bit of pre on the floor. The bunny looks in awe at your red rocket, obviously the first time he has ever seen a proper erection like the one you are sporting. "Is your pee-pee hard because you like to drink pee?" he asks. You nod again and give him a wink. The bunny takes a step forward so his little dick is right in front of your open maw and lets loose. Unbeknownst to him, this isn't the first time you sample his fluids, but having him piss directly into your mouth like this turns you on immensely and you start pumping your cock. The sweet taste of the bunny's piss covers your taste receptors and you moan in pleasure from this most tasty piss at the whole festival. You let your mouth fill up to almost overflowing before gulping down the sweet pee, noisily ingesting it, all the while your paws is a blur as you mastrubate. As his stream dies down, you cum, spattering the floor and the legs and paws of the bunny with your semen. (link:"Suck his little dick")[As his stream stops, you move to engulf his dick in your mouth, and begin to give him a proper blowjob, lapping and sucking from all directions, bobbing your head with speed. He giggles a little at the sensation, but you don't really feel him hardening up, so you snake a paw under his bottom and press a digit against his tailhole. With this he moans out and instantly starts hardening a little. So you pull back the paw and rub it all over your slimy cock, covering it in your semen, and using it as lubrication to push the digit inside his varm asshole. He moans and grips your head as you service his cock while fingering him gently, his ass readily accepting the digit, so you attempt to stuff another finger up. The rabbit boy moans as his tailhole is streched out and your cum covered digits snake into him, you flex them and rub against his prostate and he cries out in pleasure, almost painfully gripping your headfur. You intensify your blowjob and start forcing your digits up his slick tailhole with speed and the bunny quickly arrives at his orgasm, his little dick spasming in your mouth and depositing a dissapointingly small load therein. He stands there, huffing with the many new sensations going through his body, and mewls needily as you pull out your fingers from his bum. What a cute little bunny bitch, a natural bottom! [[Leave->Go to the porta potty area]]]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]

You aren't usually like this, but the sight of the trembling bunny, covering his privates and being so much smaller than you makes your dick harden in its sheath. "He- Hey, get out!" he whines, and you slap him, hard, then give him a backhand for good measure. The cub sobs with fright and exposes his privates as he holds his bruised cheeks. His tiny package is now fully exposed, and a slight trickle of fear piss makes its way down his legs, you grasp his small dicklet and balls forcefully and pull him towards you. (link:"Kiss the bunny")[You lean in for a kiss, your other paw grasping the back of his head and hungrily assault his muzzle, your much more powerful tongue makes its way into his maw, and you force it in deeply, making him gag from the intrusion. (link:"Suck my cock")[You demand he drops to his knees, and push down on his shoulders to force him down. The timid rabbit does as ordered and comes face to face with your fully formed knotted cock. Compared to the bunny you have a huge member and he trembles with fear at the sight of your spasming organ. You order him to open his mouth and you forcefully push in all the way to the knot. He gags violently, covering your dick with throatslime and you start riding his face. The poor bunny can hardly keep up with the sprays of precum that are jetting out of your cock and rivulets of the fluid trails down his cheeks, his eyes trailing tears of humiliation and fear and from gagging on your red rocket. (link:"Fuck him in the ass")[ You let him off your dripping length and order him to bend over the rim of the porta potty. He mewls with disgust as the stench coming from the hole reaches his nostrils, then squeals in pain as you force your slick cock into his tight hole. This bunny has never been bred before, that's for sure, you think as you barely manage to get the tip in, your paw covering the bunny's mouth to limit his sobs of pain at the sudden intrusion. You take you time stretching him out with just the tip of your cock before you make a strong push all the way to the base of your knot. He squeaks kinda cutely and go rigid from the painful stab to his guts, then starts sobbing again as you fuck him hard, riding that bunny butt like there's no tomorrow. He's hardly resisting now, just holding his paws on the rim of the porta potty as you fuck relentlessly, tears running down his face and squeaking and moaning. (link:"Wait, moaning?")[ You pull out, and force him around and sit his ass on the rim, he's sporting the //cutest// little erection you have ever seen. You smirk and tell him to lift his legs up, grabbing hold of them and positioning your cock to his tailhole. Now you have good leverage, and you dick slides deeply inside the crying and moaning cub, each heavy thrust making his dicklet flop around his crotch, totally stiff and pointing upwards. You ride him harder still, his tailhole yielding bit after bit to your knot and you finally manage to push it in with growl, pumping the rabbit full with spunk. At the same time you feel his ass contract to the sudden large bulb up his hole, squeezing his prostate, and his little tiny bunny dick spasms again and again in an almost dry orgasm, a single bead of cum managing to force itself out. (link:"Mark him as your bitch")[As your orgasm dies down, you feel the sudden need to release your bladder, and where else than in your newfound bitch? You let go with a sigh, and the bunny mewls from the strange sensation of your hot piss filling his hole. Your bladder empties out in him, your knot holding all the piss inside, and his puny stomach bulges slightly He cries out from the sensation of being so full, and his own bladder starts emptying, spraying bunny piss all over his stomach. You grab his dicklet and steer the powerful stream so it hits him on his crying face, the bunny sputtering as some of it enters his mouth. (link:"Pull out")[You push the cub further back, precariously close to falling down the hole, and begin the pleasureable proces of pulling out your deflating cock. The bunny cries out anew at the sensation, but you persist and a loud squelch can be heard as it exits his abused rectum. A noisy spatter of liquid into the porta potta can be heard as he involuntarily expells your piss from his loose hole. You look at the little, crying bunny bitch with a cruel smile, your primal urges having been satisfied. [[Leave->Go to the porta potty area]] ]]]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]

(if:visits is 1)[You wake to the sound of birds chirping and filtered sunlight through the drapes covering the window of the room. You are confused as to where you are, but then it all comes rushing back to you, the lewd and sordid acts you did with your dad and his friends, passing out and then later in the day another round of fucking and eating shit and drinking piss. You murr in appreciation of the memories and your knotted cock starts firming up in its sheet. (link:"get out of bed")[You yawn and stretch and look around the room. Aside from the bed there's a small table and chair and a mirror, the room is circular in shape with a circular staircase going down opposite from the bed. You notice your reflection, the soft and wellkept fur of a pampered 10year old foxcub shines back at you, your blue eyes dance mischievously as you are already preparing yourself for whatever sordid acts you may encounter today, the red tip of your knotted canine cock is peeking out of its sheath. All evidence of the filthy play you had yesterday has been washed out of your fur while you slept. You are almost dissapointed. You get dressed and get ready for the day. [[Go down the staircase]]]] (if:visits >= 2)[You are in yours and your dad's, Brian's, room. Aside from the bed there's a small table and chair and a mirror, the room is circular in shape with a circular staircase going down opposite from the bed. You notice your reflection, the soft and wellkept fur of a pampered 10year old foxcub shines back at you, your blue eyes dance mischievously as you are already preparing yourself for whatever sordid acts you may encounter today. Your sheath feels tight against your shorts. [[Go down the staircase->Go down the staircase]] (link:"Take a nap")[This will trigger the nighttime exploration. Are you sure you have played all the daytime scenes yet? If not you will be missing out on some plots and some nice scenes that sets up your nighttime encounters. [[Take a nap (go to nighttime exploration)->Nighttime]]]]

You decide to skulk after them, casually making your way through the VIP area, you keep yourself within hearing range and definitely within smelling range! The kitten is occasionally using his other paw to scratch at his shorts on the outside. "Please daddy, I need a change," the kitten whimpers. "You know how it is, son, Daddy only changes your diapers when you uphold your end of the deal," the father responds. "But daddy," he whines, "it's been two days already, it's //so// itchy." "Well, I //offered// to change you two days ago, but you didn't want to," the black-furred adult responds sternly, "are you gonna be a good kitten now?" "Yes daddy! I promise daddy!" the cub responds in a desperate tone. The father huffs, nods and drags the kitten in a new direction. Eventually they end up in front of some family toilets, the ones that has a large area and a changing table for cubs. They head inside and the door wobbles as the lock is operated. You get near to see if you can figure out what's going on, and notice that the lock's colour-slider is somewhere between red and green, maybe you can simply push the door open [[Give the door a push]]

You decide to push the door slightly open very slowly and sneakily, and take a peek inside. Directly in front of the door is a stall, and to the left of the stall is what seems to be the changing area, occupying about the same space as the stall itself. To your immediate left is a sink. You can see the adult cat has pulled down his pants, his back to you, his flaccid dick presented to the cub, who you can hear quietly sobbing. "I don't wanna," he complains "But you have to, or else I won't change your diaper," the dad says sternly The cub is very reluctant, that much for sure, you don't really know if you want to watch how this plays out. [[Nope out of there->Head out the entrance door]] [[Sneak into the stall to get a better look]]

You furtively enter the room, and delicately close the door behind you, before you take the few steps to the un-occupied stall. You can hear a moan of satisfaction and sputtering gulps. "Yeah, that's a good kitty, drink all of Daddy's piss," You climb the toilet so you can get a better view, and just manage to get your head over the top so you can see what's going on, standing somewhat periously on the cistern on one foot, both paws grasping the side of the stall. The adult cat is slumped forward, resting his paws on the changing table, as his son gulps down mouthful after mouthful of his piss. The cub has a few tears running down his face, distaste and humiliation playing across his features. He has tried this before, many times if you had to take a guess, as he expertly keeps up with swallowing the flow of acrid liquid into his mouth. With a satisfied sigh, the father empties the last of his bladder, pulling out his glistening cock and wiping it on the kitten's face. "Can you change me now, please?" the kitten pleads. "Uh-uh, you know the deal, you need to take everything Daddy offers you before you can get changed," the adult cat says with almost mock sternness. "But I don't like poopies," the kitten says, and begins to hiccup-cry. The dad turns from stern to rough, and grabs his son's headfur harshly and pulls upwards until he's on his tiptoes. "Do. As. I. SAY!" the angry man yells, "If you want that stinky diaper changed, you //have// to eat my poop. That is the //deal//, and you know it!" The poor kitten tries to undo his father's painful grip, "owieeee, ow ow ow, lemme go lemme go, I'll eat the poopies, please, lemme go!" And with that the black-furred adult lets go and the kitten almost collapses as gravity puts his weight back on his feet. The crying cub grabs at his painful headfur, and looks up with consternation. The father won't have any of it. "Get behind me, //now//, and get those lips up to my ass!" [[Watch him feed his son]]

Your knotted cock throbs in its sheath from the sight of crying kitten getting into position behind his father, the adult leaning forward and resting his paws on the changing table. The kitten has a size that means he can stand up while leaning his trembling face towards his daddy's asscrack. To your sensitive nose, the smell of kittenshit has been prevalent, but as the reluctant kitty grabs the adult cat's buttcheeks and spread them, you get a powerful whiff of assmusk, making you murr silently, you cock fully formed in its sheath. "Don't be shy now, get those lips in there and start licking," the father commands. The housebroken kitty does as ordered, and you can hear his little raspy tongue going to work inside his father's crack. A grumble from the adults belly, and a loud sputtery fart, announces the passing of his bowels, and the kitten sobs as a large turd makes its way into his mouth. "Don't let anything fall to the floor, or I won't change your diapers," the father warns. From your perching position, you get a full view of the kitten moving his head back, his paws reaching to support the turd that's being pushed out. With a grunt the adult strains his asshole closed, and the kitten is left holding a turd about as long as the father's now erect cock, it's size on par with your dad's 8 inches. A big meal for a small boy! "Start chewing, or you'll never get a fresh diaper," the father warns. [[Chew chew chew]]

Chewing noises, intersected with sobs, intersected with gags, intersected with whines arise from the scene beneath you. The crying kitten is doing his best as the long turd slowly progresses towards his muzzle, his two paws supporting the massive piece as he munches on the length in his muzzle and turns it into mush that can be swallowed. For every swallow he gasps and gags, his own stomach making some decidedly unpleasant noises, his diagraphram trembling at the gags of this unwelcome meal. The reek is divine to your nose, and you wish you could change places with the cub, as you certainly wouldn't mind getting such a nice and big meal! The father, meanwhile, is busy stroking his cock at the sight, his eyes locked to the perverted scene of his own kitten eating his shit, precum covering his black paws. The kitten only needs one paw to support the turd now, a third of its length having been deposited to his stomach, and he starts to mewl unpleasantly, the frequency of his gags increasing. "Don't you //dare// throw up on me," the father suddenly scolds, and grips the cub's headfur, "if you do that, I won't change your diaper for a week! You know what to do, what you should have learned a long time ago, only swallow a tiny bit at a time, slow your breathing, calm your stomach, even if the taste is longer in your mouth it will make it easier for you." The kitten sobs in dubious agreement, obviously wanting this to be over with as fast as possible, but he does as his father instructs, and his swallows become shorter and more numerous, as he breaks down the turd into small amounts of slop that his stomach can more easily handle. But even the best technique cannot calm an upset stomach, as as the cub gets to the point where he can let go of the turd, he's forced to clamp his mouth shut with both paws as he burps noisily and some waste returns from his stomach to his mouth. Some of the mess makes it past his fingers and oozes down his arms. "Swallow that shit down!" the father commands in a loud voice, "or else I'll make you eat what's in your diaper as well!" You get the sense that the cruel dad will follow through with his threat, and so too does the kitten, who noisily gulps down the liquid waste in the back of his mouth with a whine, and returns to munching on the turd in his mouth. Through this whole scene, the kitten has mainly had his eyes closed, scrounged up with concentration to focus through this nasty task, but now the bad father commands him to open them up and look at his eyes, and open his muzzle up so he can see the chewed-up muck in his son's mouth. From your vantage point you get a good look at the brown mess contained therein. The only reason the kitten doesn't see you is because his eyes are almost hypnotically locked with his daddy's. The adult leans in and clears his nose with an inwards intake of air, and harks up some slime from his throat, before spitting out a fat spatter of mucus and slimy spittle directly into his sons mouth. The nauseous kitten blushing from the humiliation of it, his ears almost completely bright red from the situation. "Eat it all," the adult simply commands. Maybe the addition of snot and slime helped, or maybe the kitten is just getting used to it, but the chewing and swallowing seems to go a bit better now. The cub swallows down again and again, trembling, powering through spasms of nausea and burps and gags, before finally clearing his mouth with one last painful swallow, his headfur matted with tears, his muzzle stained brown from his father's waste. "Open up so I can see," the father commands, and you get a perfect view of the kitten's brown-coloured tongue and gullet, stray pieces of shit mashed inbetween his teeth. [[The father picks up the kitten]]

The kitten is suddenly lifted from the ground and placed on the changing table, obviously a little to old to fit entirely but with enough room for his back and buttocks, his legs lifted in the air by his father's paw, his neck cranked a bit against the wall. It's a miracle he doesn't see you, but his tearful eyes only look at his dad. "Let's get you cleaned up now," the father says, and begins to pull off the kitten's shorts, revealing a very childlike diaper with blue and purple ponies. The diaper is absolutely close to overflowing, the brown mess having creeped all around the front so that the yellow there is deeply intertwined with brown. The adult moves to open up the straps of the diaper, and the reek in the room magnifies tenfold, even your strong stomach gets a bit queasy from it. "Tsk tsk tsk, what a dirty boy you are," the dad comments. "Please daddy," the tearful and nauseous kitten pleads, "it's //sooo// itchy!" "Then maybe you should have finished eating my poop two days ago, when you had the chance!" the father rebukes him. "But it was ////disgusting////," the kitten complains, "it was so runny and icky, I couldn't hold it in my stomach!" "Nonsense!" the father responds, while pulling the close-to-overflowing diaper off his cub, "you are supposed to eat it everytime you want a change, even if it's the runniest of beershits!" He gingerly moves the diaper to the side and closes it up, so the stink is reduced, then moves it up the table near the nauseous kitten's head. From your vantage point, you can see how the kitten's front is utterly covered in brown waste an inch thick, and the father really has his work cut out for him as spends sheet after sheet of paper from the dispenser on the wall to scrape it off and put in the lidded bin next to the changing station. His big paw is holding his cub's legs by the ankles, as he lifts his backside up and scrapes off an even thicker layer of waste there. Then he rummages in his rucksack, and pulls out a box of baby wipes, throughoughly cleaning up the most persistant of the waste embedded in the cub's fur. The fur beneath is glowing a bright red from irritation, you feel sorry for the cub as you imagine the itchiness must have been akin to torture. To your surprise, the cub doesn't seem to be appreciating the treatment as much as you would have thought, giving the itchiness, instead his body is trembling and his eyes look to his daddy with trepidation. [[The dad pushes a finger to the cub's tailhole]]

The kitten mewls as his father pushes a finger against his reddened tailhole and starts pushing the button, the now-clean flesh resisting the intrusion. You watch with excitement as he pushes the digit in dry, all the way to the knuckle, the kitten crying out in pain. "Such a dirty kitten," the dad says, as he pulls out a now dirty finger, before plunging it right back in, the waste acting as lubricant. From your vantage point, you can see the cleaned fur become dirty again, as the father is fingerblasting the cub, scat being pulled out and soiling the area around the cub's tailhole. He now presents his erect cock, humanoid in shape, about 8 inches and glistening with precum from his excitement, and sets it against the kitten's tailhole, plunging his shit-covered finger into his son's mouth to clean off as he starts pushing. "Daddyyy, it //hurrrts//," the kitten sobs, as his own scat enters his mouth while his insides are speared by his father's rockhard erection. "Shhhhh, I know baby boy, but you have to be brave for Daddy," the father says soothingly, with a cruel undertone betraying his true emotions. The tailhole squelches on every stroke, and the cub's fur is further matted brown, the humanoid cock pulling out the scat and depositing in the fur. You can see the kitten's face is scrounged up in pain, his little paws are clenched in trembling fists, his stomach bulges out slightly everytime the father hilts in him, and you can see a few red streaks on the scat-covered cock when it pulls out of his abused asshole. The kittens tiny dicklet is completely flaccid and flops around from the assault. Tears flow freely, and the kitten's face is covered in dry streaks of salt and fresh tears from the painful assfucking, his sobs and moans of pain increase in loudness and frequency as the father picks up speed. "Shut the fuck up, or else I'll make you eat what's in your diaper!" the cruel man threatens, and the kitten tries his best to be quiet, both his paws firmly covering his muzzle and dampening the unwilling sounds coming from it. The kitten is violently rocked back and forth as the bad parent fucks him hard and deep, the thrusts increasing in intensity and leading to a powerful climax for the dad. He gives a few vicious thrusts that makes obvious indentations in the cub's belly before he hilts and shortthrusts his way through his orgasm, painting the crying cub's insides with his semen. The cub is almost in shock, his eyes locked to the ceiling away from you, as the vicious thrusts of his dad pushes the air out of his lungs. The black cat leans in over his cub and huffs and puffs from the excertion, catching his breath, before pulling out in one fast motion that leaves the kitten's tailhole gaping and oozing cum and shit down on the table and his fur. The adult looks down at his dirty cock with some revulsion and forcefully pulls the young cub off the table. "Clean it," he commands. The kitten is sort of dazed, but now reluctance is present in his features as he obediently leans in to take the shrinking organ into his mouth. His salt-and-tear-crusted face scrounges up further as he tastes his own waste on his fathers cock, and he bobs his head and make painful choking noises as he cleans off the organ. The kitten pulls back with a slurp from the now flaccid cock and looks down dejectedly, his tongue out of his mouth, a glob of brown spit falling off it and spattering against the floor. "That's a //good// boy," the father says with mock pride. The kitten burps, gags and whimpers and then a growling sound comes from his stomach. "Daddy, I need to use the toilet!" he says with impatient anxiety. "Well, then we need to put a diaper on you first," the man responds cruelly. "Please daddy, it's so itchy back there, can't I poop in the toilet like a normal boy, just this one time?" the kitten pleads. The father takes a look down his kitten's backside, the fur obviously red from irritation, then he shrugs and says casually, "okay, just this one time, and clean up your dirty fur and mouth while you're at it! I will go to the sorbet place, I think you deserve a little treat after all this." With that the adult leaves without even washing his paws, and without noticing the door wasn't locked. You look down at the sniffling kitten and he begins to make his way around the stall, you climb down and come face-to-face with him as he enters. [[Soothe the kitten]] [[Rape the kitten]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

You lock eyes with kitten's beautiful amber eyes and take a step towards the cub. He's so much smaller than you, being only half your age, and you feel incredibly sorry for the forceful things you just watched happen to him. His eyes widen as you step closer, and his face burns red with shame. "Did you see what happened," he asks. (link:"Nod and hug the cub")[You nod and step in for a hug, getting on your knees and pressing the cub firmly against you. Soothing him and petting him down his back. He breaks down and starts sobbing heavily into your chest, and you lean down your head so that your muzzle rests on his ears and use your paws to keep slowly stroking his back, while your muzzle nuzzles his headfur [[Lick his face]]]

The kitten is taken aback by your appearance, having thought the room was empty, but you grab his paws and pull him into the stall, pushing him towards the toilet, shutting the door and locking it. You stare hungrily at the trembling, abused cub. His tearstricken eyes are wide with fear, and his wet and salt-crusted face is blushing from the humiliation of someone seeing him like this, with shit-smears around his muzzle and cum dripping out his gaping asshole. (link:"Force him into a dirty kiss")[You step forward, and overpower the kitten into a forceful hug and kiss him roughly right on his mouth. Your powerful tongue tries to sneak into his muzzle, but he keeps it closed with fright, so you use one paw to force his mouth open by pinching the hinge painfully. Inside his mouth is the delicious taste of re-digested cubscat, you murr as your organ laps around his tongue and teeth, getting a good taste of his scat. [[Force him to his knees]]]

You stop caressing his trembling body and cup his head in your paws, then you lean in and begin lapping as his face. The taste of salt and the subtone of pain enters your sensitive tastebuds as you lap at his face, cleaning off the tears and the salt they have deposited during his abuse. His deep and shuddering sobs slowly die out and he mewls a little at this strange sensation of being comforted by a strange boy's tongue, but he doesn't try to stop you, instead pressing his face against your tongue whereever it lands on his fur. (link:"kiss")[You feel like you have cleaned his facial fur the best you could and move in for a kiss, the kitten mewling a bit and then melting into your arms as you give a series of superficial smooches and laps directly around his lips, cleaning off any shit that was deposited there. You gently pry at his lips with your tongue, and the uncertain kitten opens his mouth slightly, and you brush over his dirty teeth, picking off small pieces of scat that you swallow with slowly increasing lust. The kitten decides he likes this feeling and opens his mouth further, so you snake in your tongue and try to play with his. Apparently, kissing is not something the father has taught his cub, and his tongue is clumsy in playing with yours. You don't mind, though, as the taste of kittenshit is deposited in brown streaks on your own tongue and you murr in naughty pleasure. You are hugging the cub firmly and moaning into his mouth as the taste is transferred from his mouth to your own. Suddenly his eyes open as he realises the situation, he pulls back his muzzle. [["Do you like poop?"]]]

You stare into those beautiful eyes, now free of tears, and nod solemnly with a horny grin. "I //hate// it!" he exclaims, already on the verge of tears again, so you lean in and kiss him again, before pulling back and sitting further down on your knees, your butt touching your heels. (link:"Circle your finger around")[You circle your finger around and the kitten is clever enough to catch your meaning. He turns around and you get a good view of his red buttocks. You grab his thighs and pull him towards you, while your thumbs spread open his cheeks, revealing his dirty and abused tailhole. (link:"Start licking")[You pull the kitten back a bit more, and his uncertain small steps brings his tailhole all the way to your muzzle. You lean in and start lapping at the kittenshit deposited all over his crack. There's a slight soapy flavour to it all, from the baby wipes, but you take it in a stride as your tongue makes contact with delicous cubscat. The flavour is quite off-putting, reminds you of your own when you are holding a bellyful of re-digested scat, the bitterness and cloyingness of the waste intensified, yet you savour it and start licking all over his tailhole and rump. The kitten mewls a little in pain when you make direct contact with his pucker, the salty tang of blood enters your tongue, and you realise the poor cub is bleeding from the assault of his father You restrain your horniness, having grasped your fully formed cock through your shorts, and lap delicately and with care at his puffy asshole. Occasionally sneaking your tongue through the loose hole and cleaning blood and scat away from the inside. With your more careful ministrations, the kitten is moaning in pleasure and relief, as your saliva soothens the pain in his tailhole, then his stomach starts grumbling. "Uhmm, I really need to poop now," the kitten says uncertainly. [[Lie down on the floor]]]]

You gently push the kitten away, and lie down before turning your body around on the ground so your face is facing upwards. (link:"Open your mouth")[You open your mouth fully and stare expectantly at the kitten, your cock is out of your shorts and you are stroking your knotted cock slowly in anticipation. "You are really wierd," the kitten says with wonder in his voice, not able to comprehend someone liking the taste of shit, yet he steps forward and squats down, his clean butt making contact with your open muzzle and a raspy fart rings out. A few spatters of poop and semen enter your mouth, as well a tiny amount of salty blood, before the used tailhole winks and opens up. Your mouth is treated to a sloppy mess of nasty, redigested cubscat. It doesn't really have any noticeable flavours or texture other than muddy and //foul//, the taste sending you very close the edge already as you pump your spasming knotted dick. The messy nature of the scat makes it easy to swallow, and you gulp down a couple hefty mouthfulls as the cub's tailhole winks before sending another barrage of filth into your mouth. You murr in appreciation as the kitten's paw makes contact with your slippery dick, and you let go and let the small cub take over pleasuring you as he feeds you. The second helping of filth is even more nasty, and now your own stomach struggles to keep up, a series of gags and burps emanating from your gullet as your rock-hard cock spasms in return, the kitten's paw a blur as he expertly pumps your cock. His tailhole winks a third time, and you fight down the urge to vomit by grasping your knot firmly, the kitten's added stimulation sending you over the edge, and your cock sprays out rope after rope of semen as you gulp down the remaining waste in your mouth. In the afterglow of your orgasm, you lap a bit at the too-sensitive pucker, cleaning off any remaining scat, the kitten mewls appreciately and is busy licking off your semen from his fingers, the taste agreeing more to him than that of scat obviously. You try to fumble a bit for his dick, but it's totally flaccid. [[Get off the floor]] ]

You push the kitten away and get on your knees, the filthy taste of the kitten's waste strong in your mouth, and you take his flaccid dick into your mouth and look up with a wiggle of your eyes. "Want me to wash the poop away?" the perceptive kitty asks. As soon as you nod, the kitten starts spraying your mouth with cubpiss, a good mix in flavour between salt and sweet, easily managing to wash away the cloying taste of re-digested scat that coats your mouth. The stream quickly dies down, it's just a small cub after all, and you murr with appreciation as your tastebuds are full with the delicious taste of cubpiss. You embrace the cub and give him a firm hug, thanking him for the meal and the drink, and hoping he's going to have an easier time with his dad going forward. In your mind you know it's not the case, but you wish to give the cub some hope, as he looks dejected by having his new playmate leave so soon. [[Leave the kitten->Head out the entrance door]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

You push down hard on his shoulders, and the submissive kitten readily stumbles to his knees. He takes a fearful look as you pull off your shorts and your very erect canine cock jumps out. Precum spits out from your spasming cock and paints his crusted fur with even more salt before you place your paws on his head and force your length into his mouth. You shiver in pleasure as the cub is able to take the cock to the base of your knot without even a gag, a welltrained boy for sure! Your precum begins to wash away the foul taste of scat from his mouth and he actually murrs a little in appreciation, before you let him off your spasming erection. [[Piss in his mouth]]

You push the tip of your cock to his lips and relax your bladder, and a spray of preteen piss washes into the kitten's mouth. His protests are splashed away by your acrid fluids, and he's forced to gulp down again and again, as your piss rains down into his belly, mixing with his father's shit. He shudders and gags from the acrid taste, yet he's obviously very well-trained in this, and drinks down all your pee without a hitch. As your stream dies down he looks up somewhat angrily at you, his cheekfur and ears utterly red with shame. [[Bend over, bitch!]]

The house-broken kitty does as he's told, and presents his rear to you, while grabbing the rim of the toilet for support as he arches his back a little and pushes his butt out. He's so broken you almost feel sorry for him as you line up your glistening cock with his bruised and shit-covered tailhole. Almost. (link:"Plunge in")[As your dick makes contact with his slightly-bleeding sphincter, you push forward mightily, hilting him in one go. The cub cries out with pain, more tears streaming down his face, as your knotted cock starts battering his tailhole again and again, your paws gripping his hips tightly, as you fuck him with long and powerful strokes. His bruised tailhole is quite loose already, and you feel the flesh making way for your knot every time you ram your pelvis forwards. (link:"Knot the kitty")[You intesify your strokes, and your paws pull as hard as you can, and your bulbous knot, thicker even than his daddy's cock, is forced into the poor kitten. He cries out at the sudden pain, and then sobs mightily as you spray semen inside him in powerful jets, as you pull on your knot and push in with short strokes [[knotfuck your bitch]]]]

With a growl and a cruel grimace on your face, you pull back your spasming cock and your knot slips out the kitten's ravaged asshole with a wet squelsh. The kitten screams and you moan out as you immidiately plunge it back in and begin to knotfuck the powerless cub. Each pullout causes a stinky mess of cubscat to be extracted from his tailhole and it spatters to the ground beneath you. You milk your aching cock in post-orgasmic bliss with loud squelches of pulling out and inserting your deflating knot in the kitten's asshole, the little cub crying and sobbing with pain everytime. You murr in pleasure as the abused sphincter suddenly contracts violently, making him virgin-tight on your pullout, as he retches and gags from the pain and piss and the shit in stomach. (link:"Push in hard")[He cries out loudly, then throws up the content of his stomach into the toilet as you yet again bury your knot into his tailhole. Whether it's when pushing in or pulling out, the continuous vomiting of the cub milks your spasming fox cock by the knot again and again, you are slamming your pelvis into his butt on the push and then pulling almost to the tip, powerfully knotfucking the crying and vomiting kitten. (link:"Push his head down the toilet and flush")[As your orgasm dies down a little, you are content to let your knot stay inside the kitten and you lean forward to see what he has expelled into the toilet. Chunky-brown and yellow-foaming liquid is spattered all over the bowl. With a cruel grin, you push the head of the kitten down into the smelly toilet and flush it, the mewling cub sputtering as his face is assaulted by water all over, cleaning off his muzzle perhaps, yet giving him the sense of being drowned. You yank him back up by his wet headfur, and force your tongue into his filthy mouth, sampling the cubscat within. With that, you unceremoniously pull your cock out of his filthy and bleeding hole, force him off the toilet, and jab your almost flaccid and dirty dick into his mouth to be cleaned. The broken kitty does his duty with hardly a grimace on his shocked and empty-eyed face, and you leave the abused and dirty boy to clean himself up. He really does deserve an icecream now! [[Leave->Head out the entrance door]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]]

You enter the room of Anders the panda. The big ursine is currently snoring in his bed, completely nude, his white and black furred crotch on full display as he's lying on his back. His massive, humanoid cock is only a little less impressive flaccid. [[Get in bed with Anders]] [[Go upstairs->Nighttime]] [[Go downstairs to the main living room]]

You make your way over to the sleeping ursine and take in his large form: the panda is chubby, tall and with a massive, uncircumcised human cock with foreskin that covers the entire head. He's resting his head on one of his paws, exposing his armpit. His powerful musk is radiating from his crotch and the armpit, making you salivate. (link:"Go for the armpit")[You nestle onto the bed silently, and move your muzzle into his open armpit, smothering your face in his manly musk. The smell is very strong, even though the scent of soap from his earlier bath is noticeable, you take great huffs and sniffs into his armpit, burying your face there, getting his musk all over your fur. Your canine cock is spasming with arousal now, fully formed in its sheat, half its length poking out. (link:"Give his crotch some love")[You make your way down to his crotch and grind your erection against his lower leg, the black and white fur tickling your length, the panda's body heat warming it up. You dig your face down under his hefty balls and inhale deeply with needy sniffs, humping his leg while you are at it. Even just a few hours out of a bath, the musk is simply divine and arouses you to no end, overpowering the earlier layer of armpit sweat, and filling your nose with sexy pheromones that makes your cock throb. You grind your muzzle all over his balls and his flaccid cock, before you open up your maw and take the organ into your mouth with a slurp. Delicious! The musk and taste trapped under that humanoid foreskin is simply your new favorite, even better than your dad's. As you slurp and suck the flavourful cock, it begins to harden in your mouth. [["Good evening, Billy"]] ]]

You enter the main living room of the VIP dwelling. The room is circular in shape, with two circular staircases on either side with a small kitchen area between them, a large three-sided couch occupies much of the room, its central back towards to the entrance door, opposite the kitchen is the door to the toilet. The room is currently occupied by Robért the rooster and you dad, Brian. Robért is rummaging around in the kitchen, and your dad is sleeping on the couch. [[Join Robért in the kitchen]] [[Go bother your dad]] [[Check out the toilet]] [[Go up the staircase to your room->Go downstairs]] [[Go upstairs to Robért's and Jack's rooms]]

You look up and lock eyes with a now awake Anders, his eyes glimmer with arousal from the sight of his massive cock in your small mouth and the organ gives a couple of spasms and deposit a taste of pre on your tongue. Yesterday, you weren't able to deepthroat him, but for some reason you feel the need to try again, and you begin to noisily slurping down his cock as far as possible, gagging and sputtering every time you try to hilt him, all the while grinding your knotted dick against his lower leg. The panda is content to simply lie there in bliss as you service his cock, and murr and groan in pleasure as you use your throat to be his personal fleshlight. And you try your damn hardest, forcing your throat as wide as possible and pushing down as mightily as you possibly can, yet the last third of the cock remains out of your mouth, as the thick length is simply not able to fit down your throat. [["Come up here"]]

You scoot up the bed, and your lips hugrily makes contact with the panda's, your cock is now fully out of its sheath and rubbing his bellyfur pleasureably as you french kiss the older man. He pushes you back with lust dancing in his eyes, and motions for you to turn around and climb his belly. You are now elevated over the bed, with your face staring directly at his big, throbbing cock, the foreskin pulled down slightly over the head yet still covering it, the organ covered in your spit and throatslime. (link:"Deepthroat it again")[You take his member into your mouth, and perhaps the angle is helping, because it seems to travel further down your throat. The ursine huffs in pleasure as you almost manage to hilt him, and then gives your dick a few idle tugs with his fingers, depositing a hefty layer of pre-teen precum before pressing one of the digits against your tailhole. You murr and gag from this new sensation and press your head further down towards his balls, his digit entering you to the knucle as you finally manage to hilt his massive cock, your throat streched obscenely. This begins a sensual and difficult act of you hilting his fat cock in your throat as his finger makes its way inside your butt and out again. He presses a second digit to your tailhole and you intensify your deepthroating, spasming and gagging and slobbering all over his crotch as you hilt that stiff rod again and again. When he adds the third finger, you moan and groan in painful pleasure as he streches you out, your tail standing erect and trembling as your hole is pushed to its limits by the fat fingers of the chubby panda [["I think you are ready"]]]

You catch his meaning and turn around to straddle him. "No, not like that, lie down here so we can spoon." You lie yourself to the side, your small form overshadowed by the tall and chubby panda as he reaches over you and grabs his phone from the bed-table, his hard prick is nestled in your buttcrack. He turns on the screen and shows you a video gallery filled with stills of cubs, scat, piss and fucking. Your member throbs at the sight and you grind your ass against Anders' cock. He scrolls down and plays a vid, in the frame is a young bovine girl and her father, Jack the bull, both with pristine black fur and perfect white teeth as they smile for the camera, the girl partially on her back, athletically holding her legs into the air, only supported by her crancked neck, arms and shoulders. The Bull's spent cock, white with jizz, the rest of it covering the girl's crotch area which is full to the brim with muddy scat, her stomach obviously distended from it. "Hey, Obito, come over here and give your sister some love," the Bull calls out and a lithe boy, approximately your age, makes his way onto the screen. Jack makes the girl lie down on her back, and she does so with a tired sigh, the strenous pose having been hard to keep for the camera. The slender bovine makes his way over, a spitting image of his father, though much less muscular and defined, a tight cub stomach covered with black fur ends up in a tapered rod that is //quite// long for his age, though not very thick. You moan as Jack makes his fat cock push through your sphincter, the first couple of inches making their way into you as you watch the boy position his stiff dick at his sister's shitty pussy. The cubs lock eyes and the boy asks, "Are you ready for this, Isabella?" The blushing girl cub, younger than her brother, nods and then moans as he slowly pushes his stiff dick through his father's cum and scat and deep into her pussy with a squelch that the camera picks up with astounding detail. Jack's fat cock pushes further inside you as the boy begins to slowly fuck his moaning sister. You can see her blush and her perky nipples and wouldn't be surprised she's dripping wet under all that mess. You moan in appreciation as the powerful ursine matches his strokes with the boy's, keeping them somewhat shallow as the boy is now making instense love to his sister, his cock excavating the shit from her pussy as he hilts her on every stroke. You reach for your needy cock, but Anders batters it away with the phone, and you have to be content just being fucked. [["Let me help you with that, Obito"]]

You had forgotten about Jack the bull, utterly entranced by the sight of the boy bovine fucking the shit out of his sister, but now the muscular male gets on his knees behind his son, his lube-slicked tapered cock making contact with his tailhole. You moan out as he hilts him in one //long// push, Anders pushing his fat cock in to the hilt as the cubs on the screen moan out as well, Obito's face lightly scrounged up in pain and pleasure as his tailhole is filled and pushing his cock deeply into his sister, mirroring your own face as the panda's fat organ streches you out. All of you, on screen and off, are moaning and panting, taking a moment to get used to the situation, before Jack begins to gently mate his son's behind, Anders doing the same thing to you. Grunts and moans and wet and sloppy squelches fill the room as a dual act of depraved sex takes place. (link:"\"Let's fuck the shit out of her pussy\"")[Jack speeds up his rhytm now, and Anders does the same, their adult cocks making their ways deeply into the boys they are fucking. Isabella on her back is panting with need as her brother's stiff length pulls out an increasing pile of sloppy scat from her pussy . You moan in pleasure as your prostate is hammered by the fast rutting, your insides feeling like they are being permanently rearranged by the panda's fat cock, and as the cubs and the father on the screen moan out in obvious orgasms, you do the same, Anders behind you grunting deeply and thrusting as hard as he can in the spoon position, smacking his pelvis roughly against your backside as you all moan and cum and squeak and groan your ways through your orgasms. Jack simply collapses on top of his son, driving the air out of him and his sister as they are all connected dick to ass to pussy, enjoying the afterglow. Anders puts down the phone and crushes you in a massive hug, his erection still spasming inside you, spraying your hole with semen at every throb, your own knotted cock spraying in tandem with the sensations of his pulsing organ. "//That// was a nice way of waking up!", Anders exclaims. You couldn't agree more. (link:"Pull out")[You wince with the sensation of the panda's massive cock exiting your tailhole, and only manage with difficulty to close it shut to avoid soiling the bed. You turn around and Anders holds his muddy cock off the bedsheets, presenting it to you. You dive down and hungrily clean off your mess from his fat dick, making sure to get your lips to pull down his foreskin and clean off the thick layer that has been trapped under there. You hum with appreciation of a job well done, and stick out your muddy tongue, which is swiftly met by the ursine's own as he drags you into a filthy kiss. He then manhandles you around, spreads your buttcheeks, and dives right into your partially gaped tailhole, lapping up any morsel of scat he can find with loud grunts of pleasure, cleaning your aching tailhole of the evidence of your mating. He pulls you up again for another deep kiss, and then unceremoniously pushes you off the bed and lying back with a sigh, quickly falling asleep [[Go downstairs to the main living room]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]]

"Hello Billy," the rooster says with a warm smile, "I'm just about to start finishing dinner." He gestures at the pot of red wine cooked chicken. With olives, your most hated food item, though Robért tried earlier to make you enjoy it more with what he called "Pavlonian conditioning" as he mated you while feeding you pieces of the yucky fruit. "You might wanna check out what the others are doing before we begin cooking," he says, "because after dinner we are all going to see some concerts." [[Leave->Go downstairs to the main living room]] [[Help finish the dish]]

You make your way over to your dad's snoring form, the adult fox has one arm draped over the side of the couch, the other lying down the edge and almost touching the floor. He's stark naked, his sheath is covered in slime and white spatters of jizz, you wonder if him and Robért had a little tryst while you were sleeping. (link:"Sniff his sheath")[Yep, it's definately the unique smell of avian assmusk mixed with the welcome scent of your dad's cum. You lean down to lap it off, and the musky flavours are deposited on your tongue. You worm your dextrous organ further and into his sheath, and the welcome taste of Robérts scat assaults your tastebuds, making your knotted cock throb in its sheath and start peeking out. (link:"Straddle your dad")[You get a mischevous idea, and straddle your dad's face. He groans out in his sleep from the scent of your buttmusk, and instinctively begin to lap at your sensitive pucker. You grind your rump over his snouth and murr with pleasure as he services your tailhole with his tongue. [["B- Billy?"]]]]

You make your way to the door of the toilet. "Remember, Billy," the rooster calls out, "dinner is almost served, so don't fill your stomach to much." You nod in confirmation and enter the room, a hefty stench emanating from within. Jack the bull is sitting on the toilet, groaning mightily and releasing his bowels with groans and loud splashes. "Holá, Billy," the muscular man says, "I couldn't find anyone to feed this, so I had to get rid of it the natural way." You strongly disagree, as the natural way is down your stomach, and you make your way forward. [[Get on your knees in front of the bull]]

As your dad wakes up, stop lapping your hole, and says your name, you bear down and force a long fart into his unsuspecting mouth. He sputters with surprise from the nauseous stench, before he wakes up fully and you notice his cock throbbing in its sheath. (link:"Shit in daddy's mouth")[You grunt at the pressure in your guts and begin to push out a turd into your dad's avaiting mouth, clenching your tailhole as you feel the resistance of his lips through the piece of stool, and dropping off a good length of the filthy mass onto his tongue. Your dad murrs with pleasure at the taste, and his cock is now fully out of its sheath and throbbing with need, so you gulp down his length and start to sloppily deepthroat the knotted cock that still has streaks of brown avian scat to deposit onto your taste receptors. "Don't feed him to much!" Robért calls out from the kitchen area, "dinner is almost served." Both you and your dad awww with dissapointment before getting back to the task at hand, you deepthroating his 8inch foxcock, and him munching down a good mouthful of your cubscat. Your dad gags and groans and swallows bite after bite, as you sputter and gag your way though an increasingly sped up throatfuck, impaling his tapered rod to the bulge of his knot again and again, quickly bringing him to orgasm. He throbs mightily in your mouth, and you feel sputters of jizz coating your tongue, its welcome taste making your murr in pleasure, as he finished off the last of his meal with a series of noisy burbs and groans as he lifts of his butt from the couch and drives his hard prick as deep into your throat as possible. You pull back with a gasp, and he grabs you and manhandles you into a french kiss where you share each others' tastes, the strong smell of your cubscat mixing with the pleasant saltiness of his cum. He pushes you back and your mouths part with a slurp, both your tongues are out and connected with a long strand of brown slime that breaks off from your tongue and spatters to his chest. "Now that's how I wanna get woken up every time I take a nap!" your daddy exclaims. You murr at the thought and agree. [[Leave->Go downstairs to the main living room]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]

You get on your knees in front of the muscular, black-furred specimen of a bull. His muscles are obviously trained with care, going for the leaner look of a gymnast with a tapered-V shape to his chest. You lean forward and look past his impressive, yet flaccid, bullcock at the mess below. What a meal! You are sorely dissapointed he didn't wake you up for this treat, as the entire bowl of the toilet is filled with long, snaky turds that have made a mound in the center, cresting the water and causing your eyes to tear up a little from the stink. (link:"\"Got a little drink for you\"")[You murr in delight and take in his flaccid bullcock, resting its head on your tongue and looking up expectantly. "Wait a minute," he says, and you notice he rummages around with a phone you hadn't noticed in his paw. A blinding light turns on, making you squeak in surprise, before it turns off, a much dimmer red light now blinking from the back of the phone. He's making one of his videos with you, you think with delight, your cock throbs at the thought of the exhibitionism. [["Wanna make a movie?"]]]

You nod in agreement, and you blush from the excitement of the naughty situation. "Look up at the camera now, Billy," the bull instructs, and your eyes look to the device, a ring of seven lenses making up the recording equipment installed there. "flash the camera a peace sign, you know, pointy and middle finger raised up" You flash the peace sign and the bull sighs and let his bladder loose into your mouth, spraying it with acrid piss. You decide to give the camera a good show and let it fill your mouth completely, some of it running out and making yellow rivulets down your muzzle, spattering on the floor, before you noisily gulp it down as you shudder from the salty bitterness of the large amount of liquid making it to your stomach. Jack flashes you the thumbs-up and you let the stream fill your mouth once again, never once letting your eyes let go of the phone's lenses. Your paw drops to your aching cock, and you start to mastrubate slowly, edging out multiple drops of pre to lubricate your shaft, the bull moving the phone around to record the act, before returning to focus on your face as you gulp down his piss. "Oh god that's hot," he moans out, as you close your lips around the head of his cock and drink his hot piss directly from tap in gulps you make unneccecarily loud for extra effect for the camera. Jack moves his phone out again, and films down your body to you mastrubating your knotted cock, and up again to your flushed face, your eyes never letting go of the camera, making your best effort to look horny and happy as you swallow down his piss. Eventually the stream dies down and Jack gets off the toilet, instructing you to stay. [[He puts the phone on the ground]]

Jack makes you scoot back a little, still on your knees, and puts the phone down in front of you, the bright light flashing on as your shadows cover it, then dimming to get its optimal lighting, no longer blinding. The bull turns around and pushes his dirty rear towards your face. "Lean forward, Billy," he instructs, and you do as told and lean your muzzle closer to his dirty hole. "Spread my cheeks and lick me clean, I want the camera to see you throb at the taste," he says. You murr at the exhibisionist idea, and grab his firm buttocks and part them to reveal the utterly filthy pucker, a piece of scat still stuck in the bull's sphincter. Your cock throbs as you lean closer, getting a whiff of the stench, before using your tongue to scrape off the modest piece of shit hanging out. You cock sprays precum all over as you savour your naughty meal, the strong taste of Jack's scat making your tastebuds explode. You munch and moan your way through making it into a fine paste, which you swallow noisily, before looking down at the phone and sticking out your brown tongue at it. Jack is looking back over his shoulder, holding his throbbing dick in his paw, and he murrs in appreciation at the sight and the thought of what a fine video this is going to make. "Dig your tongue into my filthy ass, you naughty cub," he commands. [[Dig in]]

You moan at the stench of his filthy asshole, and move your muzzle closer so you can lap off the thick coating of bullcrap. Jack moans and you groan with disgust as the taste is deposited all over your mouth, every tiny morsel and piece of scat having a distint texture and taste, the filth covering your tongue entirely, sticking between your teeth. You love it! Your cock throbs needily below you, eager for the touch you cannot give because your paws are spreading his buttcheeks. Your tongue makes passing after passing over his assfur and his sphincter, and you weave your head around to lap off all the scat you possibly can, you snake your tongue into his tailhole and savour its warmth and strong taste, bringing even more morsels to your delight. Each lap of your tongue, and each explosion of the strong taste, makes your knotted cock throb and spray jet after jet of precum all over the floor, some of it even landing on the phone. As the taste lingers on your tongue, the scat is soon fully cleaned off the bull's ass and into your stomach, and you lean back with a sigh, looking down at the phone again, and sticking out your dirty tongue, reaching for your throbbing erection to give the phone a nice show. "Wait, Billy, there's something I would like to try, if you are up for it," the bull says, a wheedling undertone to his words. You look up and cock your head to the side. Jack grins a little at the sight of your confused-dog face and explains: "there's something I wanna try that's a little.... //rough//." You lift your eyebrow in a questioning way. He clears his throat, his cock spasms a couple of times, and his facial fur becomes red with arousal, "I basically want to push your face down the toilet and fuck you at the same time," he explains, gesturing at the hefty mound of scat there. [[Agree]] [[This is to much, even for you, and you thank the bull for playing with you before leaving. The dissapointed bovine sighing, his erect cock still dripping with need->Go downstairs to the main living room]]

The utterly filthy idea fills you with thrill and you nod your head in agreement. Jack's face erupts in a huge smile, and he leans down to pick up his phone. You see the recording light go out, as the muscular bull motions you towards the toilet. "You need to be standing up for this," he instructs. (link:"Get on your feet")[You stand up in front of the toilet, and lean forwards a bit, as the bull moves up behind you, his precum-covered tapered cock makes contact with your needy pucker and you spread your asscheeks with your paws and push back against him. The blinding light flashes again, before a blinking red light is reflected against the tiles of the bathroom. "Man, I should have gotten that on camera," the bull murmers, and you instinctively move your body forwards again, let go of your buttcheeks, before arching your back and leaning backwards again, opening up your crack once again and nestling against his throbbing bullcock, the very tip of it entering your sphincter. "Fuck yeah, what a needy little boy you are," he groans out in appreciation, and moves the phone above your heads to make a selfie with both of you in the frame. With his dick having already entered you, one of your paws is free to move up and flash the peace sign again, the bull murring in approval at your act. "This little cub is one horny motherfucker," Jack says for effect, "he has just cleaned the shit off my ass and now he wants to get a full meal as well." the bull angles the phone downwards, recording the thick mound of mess inside the toilet bowl. [[Jack roughly grabs your headfur]] ]

You squeal in pain as the powerful bull grabs your headfur and yanks your head backwards, capturing the look you give of hurtful consternation on the phone, before he forces your head down towards the bowl. The sudden change of pace has captured you by surprise, and your paws try in vain to keep you away from the hefty mound of shit by grabbing the seat of the toilet, but to no avail, the muscular bull is easily capable of forcing your head down the toilet despite your best efforts. At the same time he makes a strong push with his cock, spearing your insides with his throbbing length, and you gasp at the painful jab before your muzzle makes contact with the filthy mound. Jack keeps your head there, your lips just about making contact with the mess that's above the water in the toilet bowl. The stink from being so close to the bullcrap is immense and contentrated down here, and you sputter and gag from it, your lips coated with a fine layer of the scat. "Look at this boy," Jack says, "all helpless in the hands of a proper man, defenceless to whatever I want to do to him. Am I going to mate him gently, or fuck him hard, am I gonna force his head down the toilet until his snout breathes sewer air through the airlock, or am I gonna let him take it in at his own pace?" You are beginning to panic just a little bit, Jack is your dad's friend, and your dad has played rough with you before, but you don't know the bull as well as your dad, and you feel like you have maybe bitten off a little more than you can chew. The taste of his shit on your lips isn't entirely unwelcome, but the whole situation is foreign to you. The bull yanks you up sharply and you yelp! in pain as your headfur is stretched tight, all the while he drives his cock into you to the hilt, making you gasp at the stinging sensation. The phone hovers near your face, capturing a few tears of pain and the brown smudge on your muzzle and the hurtful look you give it. "What do you say, Billy, boy. Bitch?" the bull growls, "do you want it nice or do you want it hard?" [[I want it nice]] [[I want it hard->I want it nice]]

"Open your mouth," the bull commands, harks up a glob of slime from his throat, and spits onto your browncovered tongue. "Swallow," he says, and you hurridly swallow down, burning red with humiliation. He grips your headfur tighter than before, making you squeal out, and says, "You are gonna get it as hard as I //fucking// want!" With that he plunges your head deep into the mess in the bowl, painfully mashing your face against the porcelain as the mound of bullcrap covers your muzzle all the way to your eyes. "Get to eating that shit, boy!" he commands, and start using the leverage on your head to fuck you properly, pulling out his slick length and pushing it in with deep strokes that spear your insides, each motion causing the pain in your headfur to increase or decrease in intensity. You hurridly open your mouth, and the mass of bullcrap enters your muzzle from all sides, quickly flowing in, along with a helping of muddy toilet water. You try to take a breath through your nose, and inhale globs of shit that burn your sinuses on the way down to your throat before precious air enters your lungs, the stink travelling directly up your brain and almost frying your smell receptors from its potency. The powerful bull pulls you up again, showing your shitcaked and tearstricken face to the camera, as he ruts you properly now, squelches coming from your used ass as his big cock drives into you again and again. "Ngh, that's right Billy, swallow that shit for the camera," he commands as he keeps his steady rhytm, breeding you like a bitch. You moan at the taste, groans at the sensation of your prostate being hammered, and noisily chomp at the mess in your mouth, the soft shit easily broken apart and swallowed, helped by the addition of the dirty toilet water. With a grunt, Jack pushes you down the toilet again, forcing your muzzle even deeper under the bullcrap therein. Your snout is painfully pushed shut and down the hole at the bottom, forcing your entire head under the sloppy mess, before pulling you back out, with your entire snout still being under the mess. You cannot see, your eyes are covered in the muck, and you can barely hear the bull as he instruct you start eating again. All the while his thick cock punches its way through your sore sphincter again and again. You begin so swallow up the muck, it being all around and running into your open mouth. You sputter out a breath, inhaling gross pieces of scat through your nose, as it is still under it all, and your lungs start burning with pain in tandem with your sinuses as the bull ruts you while mercilessly holding your head under the mess. You gulp and swallow as fast as you can, the horrid mess making its way into your gullet, more and more a thick sludge as your muzzle stirs it around in the toilet water. You begin to see stars from the lack of air, and the bull finally relents and pulls you painfully off the muck, lifting your head up, your un-seeing and tearful eyes being shown off to the camera. "Oh my, look at this naughty, this //raunchy// little boy, even through all of this he hasn't lost his erection!" the bull taunts as he gives your ass a good hard jab for effect, out of your muddy sight filming your throbbing knotted cock that has been spraying precum through this whole ordeal. Your mouth is full of muddy bullcrap, your nose burns from the brown waste inhaled there, your eyes are blind from the scat, your ear canals feel wierd from the shit deposited there, you are gasping for air after your asphyxiation, your tailhole burns from the powerful rutting. You are shivering from the exercition, from the uncertainty, from the utter feeling of submission. And you //love// it! You take the initiative and push down towards the toilet bowl again. "Fucking Hell, what an absolutely filthy boy, let's give him what he wants!" Jack exclaims, and his powerful arm pushes you deep into the toilet again. The bull is jackhammering you now, his cock rocking your prostate with every passage as you sputter and moan out bubbles around the muddy mess you ingest, your snout and nose once again under the foul mess, and feeling more and more lightheaded from the lack of air. At the same time, a powerful feeling is arising from your loins, the rough fucking pushing you closer and closer to the edge, the utter filth on your face, in your nose, in your mouth, in your stomach, it all pushes you towards a powerful orgasm. Your lungs are burning now and you feel conciousness leaving your body as your cock erupts with spray after spray of cum, the semen painting the toilet and the floor with your pre-teen emissions. The contractions in your ass sends the bull over the edge, and he spears your insides with swift, deep thrusts as he growls out his orgasm, and send ropes of cum into your trembling body with every spasm of his large cock. He pulls your gasping muzzle out of the muddy water and meet your lips in a deep kiss, groaning in revulsion from the taste, and moaning in pleasure as your asshole keeps contracting in synchronization with your spasming cock, milking his own for every single drop. You stand there for a while and kiss sensually, your throbbing lungs gasping deep gulps of much-needed air, you cock slowly retreating into its sheath, and you can feel his member softening up your tailhole, eventually being pushed out with a lewd squelsh. Your head is still spinning from all the sensations and emotions and the asphyxiation, and your whole body is trembling mightily from the ordeal. (link:"Lets get you cleaned up")[The bull leads your blinded body to the bathtub, closes the shower curtain, and turns on the shower, kindly angling the water away from you until it turns warm and steamy. He then puts it in its bracket on the wall, and guides you to sit down with him, your back to his muscular stomach. The hot water rains down, and the bull spends some time simply trying to scrape off the dissolving scat from your face, opting to lick it out your ears with a surprisingly dextrous tongue, the feeling alien and wierd, but you enjoy being able to properly hear again He makes you stand up, and makes soothing sounds as he brings his tongue to your aching pucker, gently massaging the used hole and making it hurt less, before he pulls you back down into a hug and simply telling you what a good boy you are. When he begins to actually lather your face with soap, you are able to see and breath through your nose and hear again, you tailhole is merely slightly sore, and the tremors that rocked your body have subsided. "Feeling good, Billy?" the bull asks with some trepidation, fearing he crossed one boundary too many with you. You nod and lean back towards his muscled stomach, the rough experience somehow making you appreciate him more. "I am really happy, I saw yesterday you sometimes like it a bit rough, and well, I got my own fantasies out of that, I hope I didn't go to far?" he asks. You shake your head, the experience was too far in the moment, but looking back it was very naughty and arousing, you cock actually stirs at the memory. "Glad you liked it, kid," he says, as he finishes up washing the soap out of your fur, "let's get you dried off so you can join the others again." [[Leave->Go downstairs to the main living room]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]

You tell Robért that you are ready to help him, and he brings out the small stepping-stool from under the sink for you to stand on, which you do. He leans in close for a hug from behind, and you notice his musk much more clearly than earlier, intersected with the wellknown scent of your dad. The two of them have obviously been mating as you were sleeping, your nose tells you. "Since we already did the majority of the work earlier, it's time to put the dish on medium-to-low heat and let it finish cooking," the rooster instructs, "take off the lid and stir it a little." You take off the lid and a pearly-white substance is covering the liquid, pieces of violet-coloured chicken sticking out above it. As you stir around, the white substance is proved to be grease, which dissolves as the dish heats up. The smell of alcohol from the wine is very strong, and you get just a little lightheaded from the fumes, murring as Robért rubs his wingpaws over your stomach and tickles your crotch. "The most important thing now," the rooster says, "is to let the alcohol boil off //slowly//, yet you need to stop the cooking at a certain point before it's completely evaporated, or else the dish looses its //zest//" You roll the wierd word around on your tongue and say it out loud, the rooster giggles, "it means edge or kick or something similar, it's the thing that makes a regular portion of this dish turn into something truly delicious." [[Wait for the dish to finish cooking]]

As the pot comes to a slow boil, the fragrance of chicken and bacon and garlic and red wine, and yes olives, is spreaded out in the room. Jack appears and joins your dad in the couch and start complimenting the delicious smell and the sexy chefs working on their dinner. Anders is probably still sleeping. "Now we get the bread ready," Robért says, and pulls out a couple of brown paper bags holding bread, "the optimum choice for this dish is Ciabatta bread, but most white breads will do, as they don't have any strong flavours to compete with the excellence of this dish. Brown breads muddy the waters, so to speak." You giggle a bit at his choice of words, as he hands you a breadknife and you start cutting them up. "This Ciabatta is kind of broad in size, so you need to halve the pieces, we will be using them to scoop up as much of the broth and ingredients as possible," the rooster instructs. As you cut the bread and array the pieces on a serving board, Robért trails his paws down to your package and start rubbing it, before murmuring in your ear, "I may have a little snack for you before the big meal." You quickly make your way off the stepping stool, and the rooster turns around and presents his white-feathered butt to you. His tailhole is red and puffy, obviously recently mated, and from the scent by your dad, and you lean in an give it a few licks, delightfully sampling the combined musk of the two them. Robért groans a little and you open your mouth, paw squeezing your cock, as his tailhole spasms and shoots out a spatter of goo into your avaiting mouth. The mellow taste of his scat is mixed with your daddy's salty cum, the remnants of their mating depositing itself on your tongue. You murr in appreciation and dig your tongue in, and it's rewarded with another spatter of off-coloured cum that clings to the sides of your mouth. He takes a step away, and turns around with a smile, before leaning down and giving you a peck on your nose. "I think it's time the check if the wine is boiled off enough," he says. (link:"Smell the dish")[As the dish has been slow boiling for a while, Robért makes you take off the lid and give it a smell, the overpowering alcohol fumes have been evaporated and the smell is, overall and to your surprise, quite delicious. A many-layered, punguent and aromatic mix between the overtones of the chicken, the wine and the garlic mixed with the seasalty smell of the olives. Robért takes in a whiff and gives a nod of approval, "It's ready, mon petit." [[Serve the dish]]]

Your dad and Jack looks expectantly at you, as you are given the honour of carrying the pot to the table, where Robért has put a wooden plate for it to stand on. "I'm telling you, Brian, you won't be dissapointed with this," the black bull says. "I'm counting on it, even second-hand it was quite the experience," your father jokes. You make a grimace, easily remembering the revolting taste from yesterday, but then lighten up as you are genuinely curious about how it might taste fresh off the stove, it's flavourful scent doing a lot to disguise the olives. The table is set and you all sit down to have your meal, with Robért insisting you sit on his lap, both of you naked, your butt nestling against his growing erection as he uses a ladle to fish out a piece of chicken breast, still on the bone, as well as a couple of helpings of the broth with its mix of garlic pieces, onion, bacon and the olives. As the other two men fill their plates, Robért lifts you off and transfers some spit from his fingers to his dick, before placing you down on his strangely curved organ, the slender length making its way easily into your tailhole and you both murr out with pleasure. He leans forward, his cock tickling your insides all the way, and uses fork and knife to cut off some chicken meat, and to position some of the smaller pieces of the dish on the fork, before bringing the red-dripping food up to your mouth. You are surprised to notice that only the outer layer of the chicken is stained red, the interior is still white and also quite juicy-looking. [[Accept the food in your mouth]]

You open your mouth wide and accept the entirety of fork's content into it. An explosion of flavours hit your tastebuds, yes the olive-taste is present, but so too is the juicy chicken, the pungent red wine, the bacon and the garlic. All the flavours mixing together in a dark and full taste that surpised you in its deliciousness. You chomp it down with a newfound hunger and ask for another bite. Across the table, you dad lifts his eyebrows, as he's eating his own first mouthful, and his face and eyes make a delightful expression as he tastes the dish. Munching it down with pleasure. "Told ya it was good," Jack says as he is happily eating his own fill, currently scooping up some broth with the cut Ciabatta bread, the white stained deep crimson, and using his fork to deposit some of the smaller morsels on it, before eating a piece with a satisfied murr. "Ride me, Billy, oh ride me, mon petit," the rooster says, as he hands you another forkful of the dish. You push your paws against his thighs and service his cock with your ass while he services your stomach, the sensation of his avian dick rubbing your insides in the most strange of ways not enough to entice you into arousal, as your stomach growl with hunger and then content as you are fed mouthful after mouthful of the delicous dish. Sometimes the rooster will let a piece of bread sit in the broth for a while, to suck up the broth, and feed you the dripping piece of flavourful bread, making you mewl in delight from the great taste. It's only when the plate it finished, that you manage to pick up enough speed to push Robért over the edge, cutlery clattering against porcelain as you ride him to a shuddering orgasm, his avian cock spasming deeply inside your tailhole. You pull off with a sigh, both sides of your bowels filled, and the somewhat unwelcome smell of your scat arises from beneath you. Yet you do what you always do, and get down on your knees with a murr in front of the rooster's softening cock and take it into your mouth, cleaning the member off swiftly and with passion. Almost a shame to cleanse your palate this way, you think, as the taste of your own waste washes away the incredible flavour of the dish Robért taught you how to make. "Guys, //guys//!" Anders' voice suddenly booms, and you slip off the now clean dick with a slurp, "LooseThreads are playing in twenty minutes, we need to move now if wanna catch the opening!" He takes in the sight of it all, you on your knees with slighty brown lips, the empty pot on the table, the satisfied men having had their fill. "Oh shucks, I missed your signature dish, didn't I?" he says with a groan. You all laugh merrily at the situation, before the guys get busy getting their clothes on. Your dad approaches you and puts a paw on your shoulder. "LooseThreads isn't the kinda music you like, I think, so you can just explore the festival as you want. You know where to find us, if you want to join us there," he says, and you understand his meaning, that they are going to be standing near the sound technicians' booth for an optimal musical experience. "Take care of yourself," he says as parting words, before moving to the door. In a hurry, the four men head out the main door, rushing towards the stage area. [[Explore the rock festival]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

You are at the entrance to the VIP dwelling. The sky is overcast, and the sun is setting behind the clouds, giving off quite a gloomy lighting that is offset by the many lamps and lights at the festival. You turn around to look at the VIP dwelling, a wooden structure shaped to look like the metal horns you throw at concerts, and the two towers where the bedrooms are located as well as the cladding that makes of the rest of the paw are ringed with red LED strips from top to bottom, it looks absolutely cool from a distance, all the dwellings oriented so they face against the stage area and can be seen from there. Even though the sky is overcast, it's not cold, if anything it feels like the cloud cover has insulated the air and it is only marginally colder than during the daytime. Your black band t-shirt with jagged writing on it is more than enough to keep you warm, and your shorts and sandals are fine as well [[Explore the VIP area]] [[Go to the entrance to the stage area]] [[Check out the porta potty area on the main grounds]]

You climb the stairs to Robért's room. The bed is very messy, with sweat stains and crumbled bedsheets, not typical for the well-mannered rooster. (link:"Check out the bed")[You crawl onto the bed and take a good whiff of the scent coming from the bedsheets. It's very musky and smells like your dad and Robért had some intense lovemaking while you slept. You notice a few spatters of semen with a drip of brown matter and put your head down to give it a lick. Yup, definately some intense lovemaking, your dad almost fucking the shit out of the rooster before cumming in him.] [[Go upstairs to Jack's room]] [[Go downstairs to the main living room]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

Jack's room looks just like the last time you were here, nothing new or exciting. [[Go downstairs to Robért's room->Go upstairs to Robért's and Jack's rooms]]

You decide to take a stroll through the VIP area. A few furs are about, but it's more depopulated than during the daytime, everyone is up at the stages and watching the big names play their concerts. As you make your way past a stall that sells Italian sorbets, you notice a couple of furs you think you have seen before. [[It's the cruel dad and his cub who you raped as sloppy seconds]] [[It's the cruel dad and his cub who you comforted after watching his dad abuse him]] [[On second thought, you don't recognise them anyways and leave->Explore the festival]]

You are at the entrance to the stage area. Scores of volunteers in high-visibility vests are manning the queue system where they check pockets and bags for contraband. There are hundreds of furs queueing up, eager to get inside to get to the music which is audible this near the scenes, especially noteworthy is some screeching guitars and a drumset being played very aggressively. You notice a tired-looking, fat hog walking a cocker-spaniel dog along the line. He's wearing a very damp looking Hawaii shirt and some Bermuda shorts. He walks along the queue a couple of times before he makes his way down to a box-trailer to the side and sitting down with a visible groan in a festival chair, the dog curling up besides him. [[Queue up to get inside the stage area]] [[Check out the sweaty man and his dog]] [[Go to the VIP area->Explore the festival]] [[Check out the porta potty area on the main grounds]]

You arrive at the porta potty area on the main grounds of the festival. In the distance you can see the red-coloured finger horns of the VIP village glowing with omnious coolness. In front of you are row after row of porta potties, with a large urinal area off to the side. There's some activity here, in the gloomy light, but not many furs are about, most are up at the stage area and watching the big bands. [[Check out the porta potty area]] [[Check out the urinal area]] [[Go to the VIP area->Explore the VIP area]] [[Go to the entrance to the stage area]]

The cub, a kitten about half your age, notices you with a glare and urgently tugs his dad's paw and points a finger at you. The adult black cat looks at you with a neutral expression, looks down at his angry-faced cub, and then back up to you. He raises a paw and makes a follow-me gesture. [[Follow the black cat and his kitten]] [[Leave->Explore the festival]]

The black cat and his son walks past you, until the kitten notices you, his beautiful amber eyes twinkling in recognition and he pulls his father's paw and points at you. You get flashbacks from the rough treatement you saw the kitten get, yet their demeanor is very different from last you saw them. The kitten is smiling all the while, and the adult cat looks at you with friendliness before they make their way over to you. "Hello," the father says, "Edward here says you are a new friend of his..?" he lets the statement drop off like a question-mark. [["I don't know him" Leave->Explore the festival]] [[Say hi to the abusive father and his kitten you made feel nice earlier]]

The cat tugs his kitten's paw and they slowly make their way towards the restroom they used earlier, you following close behind. You notice the cub's shorts bulging slightly from a diaper, but there's no smell to him this time around. You also notice he's walking a bit strangely, almost gingerly, as if he's in some kind of pain. With the knotfucking you gave him earlier, that wouldn't surprise you. The dad pushes the door to the family restroom open and ushers in the kitten, then looks at you with an unreadable expression and beckons you inside. Your gut feeling tells you to nope the Hell away from the situation, but your cock throbs in anticipated arousal of sharing the kitten between the father and yourself. He keeps looking at you with that unreadable expression and you cannot really guess what will happen. [[Enter the family restroom]] [[Nope out of there->Explore the festival]]

You enter the large restroom, brushing past the tomcat, a toilet stall in front of you, a changing area to its side about the same size as the toilet. The adult cat closes the door with a definitive thud and locks it, now there's no going back. Your eyes lock with the kitten's beautiful amber eyes, his brow is furrowed in anger and even hatred, his little body trembling at the sight of you. Then your headfur is roughly grabbed and you cry out in pain before you are spun with gut-wrenching speed towards the sink right besides the door. (link:"Clonk")[The sound of your head smacking into the porcelain is more muted than you would have thought, and the pain is lesser too. Your head spins as the much stronger adult pulls you back again, and smashes your muzzle against the porcelain with a wierd tinkeling as it breaks a couple of your teeth. //Now// you register the pain, and lots of it too, the first impact having hit you right between the eyes, making your head churn and the second driving your teeth into your lip, splitting it as well as well as breaking a couple of your front teeth. [[The man throws you on the ground]]]

You yelp in pain as the strong adult throws you to the ground by pulling roughly on your headfur. You land right in front of the kitten, and instantly cover your aching face with your paws, your body curling up in a fetal position as tears of pain and fear make their way down your muzzle. Your tongue makes a few passings over your broken couple of teeth and you spit out the fragments that had been forced into your mouth, along with a spatter of blood. "Get up," the adult cat commands, and you look fearfully up at him through your paws, panic making it impossible to move. "I said," he yells, before picking you up by your shorts and t-shirt, "get, the fuck, UP!" He lifts you all the way up to his chest level before angrily throwing you down the ground again, gravity and his enraged strength makes you impact the tiles with a loud thump, driving the air from your lungs and you gasp at an additional, stinging pain that comes from one of your left ribs. You are just laying there, gasping for breath, almost in vain trying to suck bloody air into your lungs that feel like they have collapsed. You turn your red-stained muzzle towards the kitten you so easily raped earlier, and his look of anger has turned to one of slight fear at the sight of his father's rage. "Get up," the angry man says again, "or I'll smash all your teeth out on that sink!" [[Get to your legs]]

You shakily get to your legs, tremors racking your panicking body, each shudder of breath hard to take and painful as well from the sharp pinch you get in the left side of your ribcage every time you inhale. The black cat looms over you, his eyes hazel like his kitten's, narrowed in anger and rage at the sight of you. "You stupid, fucking //mutt//, you hurt my boy, you hurt him //bad//, what do you have to say for yourself?" the father yells at you, his paw raised as if to strike you. (link:"Argue that he hurt his kitten as well")[You try to argue that the kitten was already bleeding from his assault and you got inspired to have your way with him. Your childish argument, where you start to say that the father is just as bad, is cut short as he hammers a knee into your solar plexus. Your breath is pumped out of your lungs from the attack, and your reaction is to huddle forward and crumble to the ground, but the adult cat grabs your shoulders and //hurls// you towards the wall. If your breath wasn't fully out of your body, then this impact surely did the job, as your right shoulder and sides violently impact the hard surface, before you drop to your knees and gasp in pain and with your lungs unable to take down enough air so you begin to hyperventilate. The angry cat steps forwads quickly and picks your shivering form up once again, before throwing you towards the sink. You take the hard porcelain right to the face, connecting with your head right above your right eye as your head snaps back and you land ungainly on the cold tile floor. [[cry your heart out]]]

You start sobbing and crying, from the pain, from the fear, your wobbly cries are limited in their volume and scope as your lungs are painfully denying you the ability to take a full breath of air. The black cat pick you up forcibly by your headfur and make you stand on your tiptoes as your paws try in vain to dislodge his grip. He leans in and says, "I might get a little rough, I might make Edward bleed a little, but I don't fucking //break// my boy!" his voice gets louder and louder and the last couple of words are yelled at your bloody face with enraged intensity. "Get over here," the bad father commands his kitten, "take off your shorts and diapers and show this fuckhead what he has done!" The little cub steps over, his eyes' expressions change uncertainly from vindication to fear as he takes in the scene of your bloody head being held by its fur in his daddy's vice grip. In the silence that passes over you, as the kitten begins to take off his shorts, you become aware of the tap-tapping of your free-flowing blood hitting the tiles. You are pulled back to reality by the tearing sound of the kitten's diaper's straps being pulled open, the diaper revealing itself to stained red with blood and the black-furred cub bends over and shows his abused tailhole. It looks.. pretty bad you must admit, as the dad yanks you down on your knees to get a closer look with a painful grip on your headfur. The sphincter is swollen red, with crusty scabs of blood and //very// engorged, with one side of it bulging out like something was poking out his butt from the inside. You yelp as the angry dad pulls your headfur back, leaning down to growl into your ear, "You fucking //ruined// my boy, that's a goddamn hemoroid sticking out, a fucking big one as well, I won't be able to fuck him for weeks, months even!" [[The angry man lets go of your headfur]]

You slump over as the cruel grip on your headfur is released, and try to gasp in more air, as your lungs are still severely impacted from the knee and your flight into the wall. You head hurts immensely in throb after throb in tandem with your rapidly beating heart, and your right eye is almost closed from the impact of hitting the sink. Tears of pain keep running from your eyes, some of them spattering to the tile floor, but they are outcompeted in volume and noise from the blood running from your muzzle and from above your eye, a pool of crimson spreading below your kneeling form. You hear rummaging, and turn your head to the adult cat reaching for something in his rucksack, pulling out a pair of small handcuffs and some rope. He returns with the items, and looks darkly down at you. "Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?" he asks. (link:"Present your paws in front of you")[You will do anything to not anger the angry cat further and present your paws willingly. He snaps one of the handcuffs around your wrist, painfully tightening it with loud clicks, before he grabs your paw and wrenches it around so you have to sramble on your knees to present your back to him, where he pulls the arm tightly up towards your head, making you cry out from the pain. "Give me your other paw," he commands, and you instantly turn it behind you so he can lock it in, together with the other, the handcuffs biting deeply into your fur and the flesh beneath. The sharp, stinging pain of it making you cry out. [["Get over here, Edward."]]]

You sit there on your knees as you anxiously look at the kitten who comes over, his features still cycling between looking scaredly at his dad and looking at you with vindication for getting your just desserts. You take a look at his tiny penis, and then notice a drop of blood spattering to the ground from the tailhole you ruined. The kitten feels it as well, his eyes turn to innocent anger, and he punches you right on the nose. "Good one, Eddie, give him all you've got!" the father encourages. With a snarl of rage, the little kitten lets loose, landing wide haymakers on your unprotected face, his dad holding your shoulders firmly so you cannot scramble away on your knees, the handcuffs denying you the defence of your paws. You cry out in pain as the cub lands blow after blow to you, especially when they connect to your sensitve nose, the impacts making it bleed and making you smell the blood in your nostrils. "You Stupid! Bad! Rude! Cruel! Fricking! Stupid! Ugly! //Canine//!" the cub yells out, a heavy punch landing on your face at each word, before he stops and breaks down crying, dropping to his knees and gingerly pressing a paw to his aching behind. "There there, Edward, take it easy now," the dad says, his voice having a tone of parental care you haven't heard him use before, as he pushes you roughly to the ground and makes his way over to the cub to give him a hug. You are gasping in pain from the beating, you face is swollen, teeth broken, muzzle and nose and the cut above your eye bleeding, the metallic taste of blood is in your mouth and all over your tongue, the tangy scent of it all over your body and several pools and spatters of it covers the tiles of the restroom. Never in your entire life have you felt anything like this, uncertain fear and terror of what will happen next, incredible and deep pain in your face, the left side of your rib cage feels like it's stabbing you. [[You look up anxiously as the man approaches you again]]

The evil father looks down at you with cruel intensity, taking in the sight of your battered and bloodied face, his lips curl upwards as he notice your pained gasps of air, looking down at your damaged ribs which you presume are visibly bruised for his vieweing pleasure. (link:"\"Let's get you tied up\"")[He reaches down for the coil of rope, and start to tie your legs. You are too frightened and in pain to resist him, you hope inaction will make this be over more quickly, and you submit to his bondage. He begins to expertly tie your legs together to your torso and throat in a way so that, as he pulls, your knees are forced upwards towards your aching chest, and your throat is constricted further from taking in air. The end result is that your face is down on the cold tiles, and you butt is presented high and vulnerable, something you really take notice of as he spanks your bottocks harshly, one, two, three loud slaps making the air inside the room quiver with your sobs as your butt turns painfully red. But spanking isn't the main goal of your position, and the cruel man yanks down your shorts, and fumbles with his belt to undo his trousers, and you realise what is going to happen. [[He's going to rape you]]]

You start whining and begging, spitting blood and huffing with difficulty from the rope constricting your airflow, and the man briefly stops fiddling with his belt. "Well, well, well, would you look at that," he says and walks over to the changing table, grabbing something you cannot see. He returns and shows off his prize to you, it's the utterly soiled diaper of his cub he took off //hours// ago. "Looks like you cannot always trust the volunteers to do a good toilet cleaning!" he says with cruel mirth. He puts it down on the tiles in front of your head, and start unstrapping it and opening it up, a most revolting smell filling the room and making its way up your bleeding nostrils. The smell of cold and old cubscat makes its way over the receptors in your nose and you shudder with a gag, the clenching of your whole body making you see stars of pain as your entire, swollen head throbs at the act. The cruel man yanks your headfur, and lifts your head above the tiles, before sliding the opened diaper under your face, the stench hitting you at full force now. [[Dig in, you worthless cunt!"]]

Your eyes glance to the side, looking at the kitten, and his eyes meet yours with a mixture of glee and revulsion, before the cruel father pushes your face directly into the stinking and cold kittenshit held within the diaper. Never has your face made contact with something so utterly vile. You would happily devour even the nastiest of scat if it was fresh, but being served old and cold shit like this is the most revolting experience in your young life. The black cat pushes you harshly against the muck, making some of it enter your mouth through your broken teeth, squeezing a paste through your lips. He then re-straps the diaper against your head, utterly encapsulating your muzzle in the kitten's cold filth. The only thing you can see is blackness, panic arises even further in your body as you try to take in air through your nose, only for blood and stale kittenshit to enter your sinuses, making you cough from the experience, each cough making your head spin in pain from the tightening of your body. There is no other choice to get air, than to get eating. Normally, such an act would be easy for your perverted mouth and stomach to handle, but in this situation, each bite is torture. There is no undercurrent of arousal to egg you along, there is no sense of pleasure or submission to make you easier accept the disgusting filth in your mouth. There is only pain, and fear, the feeling of being broken, and your own terrorised thoughts to help you along in this feeding, and none of them are sufficient to clear your mind of how utterly unpleasant the taste and smell is of this meal. But your burning lungs force you to ingest several mouthfulls, and then scrape your head along the tiles, to make a little gap in the diaper appear, so you can take a breath of air into your aching airways. [["Sit on his head, Edward"]]

You feel, more than hear, a couple of light steps as the kitten makes his way over and sits on the back of your head, painfully pushing your bruised and bleeding muzzle into the diaper, greatly restricting your airflow once again, as the kitten's weight makes it hard to breathe through the passage you manged to create through his scat. Then attempt to cry out in pain, as the evil cat's cock makes contact with your sphincter and pushes half the way in with one forceful stroke, there's hardly any precum to lubricate it, as the father was too busy being angry and throwing you around to get properly aroused. This isn't even an act of lust, you realise, it's an act of retribution, the adult feline using his cock as a tool of punishment instead of as an organ of pleasure. He pulls back, every agonizing and painful inch of his cock making your tailhole shudder in pain, before he pushes in to the hilt and starts fucking you properly, wrecking your hole in the proces. You gasp and cry out in pain, and more kittenshit enters your mouth, as your ass is subjected to this brutal, unlubricated treatment, every pull feeling like it's tearing your insides out of your body and every push driving sharp spikes of pain into you. You shudder from the revulsion of the kittenshit, tremble from the sharp pains in your ass, and scrounge your face at the deep and tormenting feelings of your bruised and broken face tightening up in response at every thrust. Your knees are shaking like mad, and it's only the combined weight of the kitten and the cruel dad's paws holding your hips that prevent you from falling over in a siezure. [[He unloads with a loud roar]]

The man thrusts deeply into you and roars into the air of the restroom, as he unloads his semen into your painfully-stretched tailhole. The cruel man pulls out with a yank, and you feel the cold emptiness of his departing cock as he almost makes your insides follow out alongside with it. "Get over here," the man says to the cub. Your body has gone from trembling to shivering violently from the assault, the pain begins in your tailhole, travels up your cracked ribs, you bruised shoulder and your aching head. Never have you ever been in such pain and fear, and the response from your body it telling. You are near your limits. It also doesn't help that you have a bellyfull of cold kittenshit and the rest of it coating your face, restricting your breathing. You had hoped the rape would be the last of your ordeal, that the father would pull out and they would leave, but no such luck is present, as his heavy weight steps over you, gets to his knees and presses your bruised head forcefully into the diaper again as he rests his weight on your pained neck. "Did it feel god to punch him?" the cruel man asks his cub. "Uhmm... Yeah daddy," the kitten responds. "How about your punch his butt?" the man suggests, and you jolt in pain as the kitten's fist makes contact with your buttock. "Now like that, you silly boy, punch //inside// him", the man says. Your eyes would have jolted open with fear if it wasn't for the scat covering them, and your wiggle your body as hard as possible to signify your discontent with the idea, all the while crying hard in the mushy fabric of the diaper covering your face. [["O-Okay, daddy"]]

You mewl and then scream as loud as you can with your bruised lungs through the soggy diaper as the kitten punches your tailhole, //hard//. His angry little fist makes contact with your bruised asshole and the sinks in halfway to his elbow in one go, the kitten loosing his balance and following through on his punch until your clenching insides stop him. You though the painful rape of his dad was bad, but this sensation, of the cub's forearm, much thicker than his dad's cock, making its way into you, tops out all previous pains in your body, and the only thing you can think of to get that limb out your tailhole. Right. Now. But you are not in control, and you feel the kitten's fist open up and rummage your insides as he coos with wonder. "Daddy, it's so warm and slick inside him," the cub says. "Try punching him again, he's a bad puppy that needs to be punished," the cruel adult says. You feel the fist clenching again, and then cry out at the sharp pain of the kitten pulling back him arm sharply and then punching as deep as possible, stretching you out as you have never been streched before and seemingly reaching deep into your guts, feeling like he hits your stomach sack. The sensation is too much, and you vomit in pain and at the feeling, all the kittenshit from your stomach flowing up and overfilling the diaper again, coating your face, nostrils and eyes in scatty vomit that prevents you from breathing. "L-Look dad! I made him barf!" the kitten exclaims, as he pulls his arm back out until only his paw is inside, and punching it in deeply again, making you spew out another sludge of brown vomit that threatens to drown you. The cruel man sits down harder, making it impossible to even try and eat up the messy scat around your head, mashing your bruised and bleeding lips against your broken teeth, then he says: "scratch his butt!" "But daddy," the kitten says, "you told me I must never ever ever ever scratch someone." "That's true," the cat grumbles, "but you are allowed to do it in self-defence, or in defence of others." The kitten makes a questioning sound from his throat. "Look at it this way, this canine raped you and hurt you and he will probably do it again. That means you can hurt him back, in defence of the others he hasn't hurt yet," the father explains, his twisted words making a twisted sense even to your mind, yet you tremble in panic from the idea. The kitten says nothing more and simply rakes your buttock, in your hightened state of mind you can clearly feel the four lines of his claws travelling from your back all the way to your legs, the pain deep and horrifying as you can feel the kittens claws tear all the way to your muscle, through the fat layer there. [["Good boy, now rake his insides"]]

Your struggling intensifies, and you use all the puny strength of you 10year old body to throw the man off you, but to no avail. "A-are you sure, daddy?" the kitten asks. "Didn't he hurt you? Didin't he make your tailhole go broken?" the cruel man says retorically, "this is payback, make this little runt shit in a bag for the rest of his life!" You are struggling for your life now, as you hear the kitten humming in agreement, all your aches and pains somehow diminish as you feel his paw tensing up inside you, //gripping// onto //something// and in one, agonizing slow pull, raking your insides, ending up with your tailhole bursting as he cuts the muscles of your sphincter with his sharp claws. You would be screaming if it wasn't for your head swimming in pukey shit inside the diaper, your lungs hurting from the lack of air, your entire body abused and bloody and //broken//. You startle at the loud sound of the straps being undone, your fur standing up as if you were shocked, and sweet fresh air finally makes it into your mouth and you manage to take a couple of breaths as deep as your pained ribs allow, before the overwhelming pain inside you and out rushes to your senses and you yowl out a screech of agony. "Shut the //fuck// up, runt!" There's a hard impact to the back of your head. [[Darkness]]

You come to consiousness with a slow pull from the underworld. Barely. Everything is confusing to you, as you try to open your eyes, the light blinds you and pain goes through your brain, making you shut them again. The is a constant beeping noise near your head. You drift a bit, and come back to low state of awareness, listening in to a conversation. "What do you mean by that?" A voice asks, sounds like your dad. "What I am saying, mister Rogers, is that your son's intestines are heavily damaged, his sphincter was torn and cut, he will be needing a colostomy bag from now on." the voice is dispassionate and slightly empathetic. "You're telling me that Billy won't be able to use a toilet normally?" "That's right, yes." "For how long?" The breath catches in your throat, as you realise the scope of the conversation. "I... I cannot say for certain. The damage was.. Severe. We did what we could, and the child is young and fit, there will be further restorative surgeries down the line. But there are no guarantees.." [[Oh fuck]]

You drift into unconciousness again. Later you wake up, and you are able to open your eyes, you gingerly look to the side and notice the gloom of nighttime darkness outside, the bright tube lighting in the ceiling turned off. Your dad sits on an uncomfortable chair right besides you, and you only now notice that his paw is covering yours. His breathing is slow and steady, his facial fur covered in streaks of dried tears [[Drift off]]

"Billy?" The voice booms in your head, making it spin, before you center yourself again. You open your eyes in a squint, and your dad's face is less than a foot away from you. His paw idly brushes your facial fur with care and he leans in to give you a peck on your nose. "I'm so glad you finally woke up," he says, his blue eyes swimming with moisture, "I was so worried." With that he leans in over your aching body and gives you a hug through the duvet covering you, and you cry out in pain from the ribs on your side, your body tensing up and sending tremors of pain spiralling through your damaged body, an agonizing twinge at your tailhole, a thumping pain in your head. You dad lets go of you with a gasp, "Sorry sorry sorry, I'm so sorry, oh my God Billy, I'm so sorry!" You try to tell him it's okay, but it isn't and you are just lying there, face curled up in pain, trying to steady your breathing and relax your broken and battered body. Your dad resumes his careful caresses of your headfur, then he asks, "what happened to you?" It all comes rushing back, and tears start falling from your eyes, as you recount the story to him. The //whole// story, telling him about your own misdeeds and how your present state is punishment for what you did to the little kitten. Your dad looks down at you with a pained expression that borders on dissapointment, what you did is not something he ever taught or encouraged you to do, and you know it. His face turns more and more to horror the further you get into the story, you can see the impact on him physically as he at one point clutches his stomach in tandem to your tale. The pain, the thumping, grating, relentless, pain in your head gets stronger and stronger. Your tears from telling the story of your assault turn into tears of agony and you beg your dad to take the pain away. He quickly pulls on a string near your bed, and a minute later, a nurse comes in and fiddles with the drop you didn't even notice was in your arm until now. [[Drift into darkness]]

(link:"I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT, YOU PERVERT")[Your very soul is yanked out of your body, pulling you backwards through the ethers, watching yourself watching yourself as space and time collapses onto itself in a blur of complex geometric shapes, the entire world exploding white, then a boom of colours as you are hurtled through the complex shapes. The unseen presence that is with you, guides your frayed soul towards a certain spot, and you watch as your younger self finishes their first mastrubation. You still remember that day, your first orgasm. Then your soul is //punched// into your old self. Your young self. Your minds merge, and the cub you were pulls up their lips in disgust. "iS ThIs WhO I WilL bEcOMe?" two voices say at once, before the presence yanks you back out, your future memories forgotten by the adolescent who resumes their pleasant afterglow. Again your soul is thrown into the deepest reaches of spacetime, before you stand in front of a mirror. No you //are// the mirror, looking down at a small cub, all hope and wonder and open dreams, the future bright and full of possibilities. The cub is startled by your appearance and looks up to meet your eyes. "Is this... Me?" the cub says, and your size is instantly reduced so you are at head level, then the plane of existence folds onto itself, you become the cub and you see yourself seeing yourself in the mirror, the monster in the mirror so far removed from who you are right now. You cower at the sight, all your hopes and dreams smashed, perversions and depravities running like wildfire in your mind, you look down your body and the first thing to mind are lewd and cruel thoughts. You are yoinked out of your body that was and hurtle through spacetime again. Your soul meets the empty vessel that is your body, your eyes intensely focused on the thoughts of someone else putting thoughts into your head. [[CAN YOU EVEN LOOK YOURSELF IN THE EYES?]]]

(t8n:"flicker")+(t8n-time:25s)+(link:"Stare into your empty soul for a while")[Wow, so you chose the roughest of storylines here, I hope I didn't mess too much with your head :D [[Restart game->Disclaimer]] [[Restart Nighttime from the VIP area->Explore the festival]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

You make a few rounds walking past the rows of porta potties, but nothing interesting is happening. You stomach is still somewhat full from your dinner meal, so you don't want to play around inside one of them, and you also feel that the risk of running into problems getting cleaned up afterwards is too high for your liking. [[Leave->Check out the porta potty area on the main grounds]]

You make your way over to the urinal area, several rows of the metal contraptions with a drain in the bottom, allowing many furs to pee at once. You make it back where you feel you are more obscured, both by the encroaching darkness as well as the urinal structures that act as barriers. The one that was overflowing earlier seems to have been fixed, and there are no pools of piss for you to play around with. (link:"Make a couple of rounds")[You circle around the area a couple of times and notice the big horse from earlier is coming over. The impressive specimen is shirtless, in loose khakis, no footwear on his hoves, a welltoned stomach and some big chest muscles revealing that he is the type of man to lift heavy weights on the regular. He's holding a large beercan in one paw, slurping on it as he wobbles his way towards you, obviously quite drunk as he staggers a bit from side to side. You furtively talk a walk around the urinal structure, so you can come at him from a different angle to not rouse suspicion. [[Watch the equine piss]]]

You stand near the stallion and act like you are gonna piss yourself, he doesn't notice your presence, one paw rummaging with the top button of his khakis, yet he is too drunk and clumsy to do the task with one paw. He absentmindedly tries to use his other paw, and spills beer over his crotch with a murmured curse, his slurred words betraying his drunkenness. (link:"\"Need some help with that?\"")[Your question rings out before you can think about it, and the stallion's bloodshot eyes turn to you in surprise. "Uhhhhh, wha....." the man says in a deep bass, his thoughts a jumble at your suggestion. You take the initiative and start expertly opening his button and fly so his impressive flaccid cock is revealed as he himself pushes down on his khakis, along with his boxers, both pieces of clothing dropping to the ground and soaking up some spilled urine there. "Motherfu...." the man's deep voice grunts out a couple of drunk curses before he turns his attention to the urinal, rests his free paw on its top, and simply stands there [[Wait for it]]]

The stallion takes a good time to let his bladder loose, his eyes closed in concentration for releasing his piss, his legs wobble and he takes a stumbling step to the side, breaking his concentration for a moment as he has to struggle not to fall over, before he leans his paw again on the urinal and closes his eyes. (link:"Step into the urinal")[You decide to take your chance with it and silently step into the urinal, but not before taking off your t-shirt and throwing it on the ground between the structures, hoping it doesn't get too dirty. There's only a small amount of piss in the bottom, and it doesn't even crest the soles of your sandals. You move under his arm and barely have to squat down to be in eyeheight with his massive cock. The stallion groans out and you quickly open your maw as wide as possible, one paw grabbing your throbbing erection through your shorts. There is an intense spatter as his cock releases a burst of hot piss that flies all over the place, before the stream becomes constant. As his hot, stinky, hops-fuming stallionpiss enters your mouth, your head is almost pushed back from the sheer pressure, it's like the powerspray mode on your dad's watering pistol for the garden back home. You sputter and gag as the spray tickles your throat, and then you open it up and start swallowing his acrid piss in large gulps. Gulps that are far too slow to keep up with this huge firehose! His piss pours down all over your body from your gurgling mouth, the sound the same as if he was pissing in a regular toilet,your fur becomes instantly wet and stained with his musky urine. (link:"Take that fat cock into your mouth")[His stream dies down a little, now merely hard to keep up with, and you lean forward and take the tip of his spraying cock into your mouth. "Wha....." the stallion says drunkenly, too lost in the pleasure of release to do anything about it right now. You gulp down the remaining content of his bladder in rapid swallows that just about allow to you keep up with the constant outpour of his hot stallion piss. [[Start sucking the head]]]]

Eventually the stream of piss dies down, and your stomach is slightly inflated from the huge amount of acrid urine that has been deposited there, you burb a foul-tasting, piss-stinking, breath of hot air around his member, and then start sucking on it like an infant nursing its mother's teats. Your paw lets of your spasming erection that's tenting your shorts, and you use both paws to hold the massive cock in front of you, starting to jerk off the horse as you try to push your mouth further down his hardening erection. "Guh......" the stallion moans out in pleasure from your ministrations, his muscular chest huffing as his cock hardens further. Your dad has a bad case of whiskey dick, he litterally cannot get fully erect if he's drunk, but this stud doesn't seem to have that issue, and his dick hardens up until you are holding a fully formed, spasming equine erection, more than a foot long and thicker that your daddy's fat knot, dwarfing the size of even Anders the panda's massive organ. You hear voices and anxiously step to the side and out of the urinal, not wanting to be caught here out in the open. Despite the place being somewhat hidden and in shadows it would create a scene if you were busted sucking off the stallion here. "Nuh.....?" his bloodshot eyes look stupidly at you, his erection throbbing mightily, yearning for a wet hole to fill. [["Come with me"]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

You tell the stallion to get dressed, which he does clumsily, not able to do the top button of his khakis, and then you lead the way over to the porta potties. You look around furtively, and it seems the ground is clear, so you enter one of the structures and beckon the zig-zagging stallion inside. He sort of stumbles his way up the steps and then his massive form pushes you back with force as he enters the cramped room, his towering size almost forcing him to duck to stand up there. "Haven't gotten laid for //weeks//," he growls and tears down his khakis, breaking the zipper which falls to the ground with a tinkling sound, before he starts to manhandle you around, his buff arms easily overpowering you and forcing you to lean over the rim of the seat, taking in the nasty stench, before he pulls down your shorts roughly and prods your tailhole with his meaty cock. [[This will break you without preperation: try to argue with the horse to let you lube him up first and have him finger you]] [[What is life without a little risk? you are sure you can take that fat cock with no preperation]]

He grunts a little, and you look back at his confused face, the gears in his mind clicking ever so slowly. He pulls back his dick, and then slides the shaft pleasureably along your hole, leaning forward and then resting the massive organ along your back. He pulls back and repeats the proces, seemingly trying to see how deep the cock would go into your 10year old body. Then he leans back and tries to get a good look at your tight hole in the gloomy darkness of the porta potty, before he huffs a little. "Get sucking," he commands as he lets go of you. You are barely able to step on the floor of the cramped structure, the buff stallion filling the room, and you take in his spasming member into your mouth. A hot spray of stallion pre instantly coats the insides of your muzzle and you hum in horny pleasure at the taste, as you use your tongue to deposit the slick substance all over his shaft. Then you try deepthroating him, his massive cock stretching out your throat, and you manage to take him about halfways, slobbering and gagging throatslime over his length, your paws jerking him off simultaniously, and you use them to further coat his length with the slick fluids. You lean your head back with a sloppy slurp and the stallion instantly grabs your torso and deposits your butt on the seat of the porta potty. [["Get those legs up"]]

What's the worst that can happen, you think, Anders' fat cock fit snugly up your bum so this stallion should too! You arch your back and press your rump against the massive cock pushing at your sphincter, you feel a powerful spurt of pre that makes its way through your tailhole, lubing you up a bit. Then he thrusts, his hooves clobbering noisily on the floor, as he tries to find purchase, his cock painfully making its way a few inches into you. (link:"Too much!")[Ow! The normal sting of penetration has been switched out with a sharp burn that doesn't feel right, your body tenses up as you cry out in pain. "Shut up, bitch!" the drunken stallion growls out, his words slurred by his inhebriation, and one of his powerful paws grabs your throat, choking the breath out of you with a wheeze. He painfully thrusts his hips forwards a couple of times, failing to make much inroads as your tight pucker resists him, but hurting you deeply in the progress, your ass feeling like it's on fire, before his hooves clobber around a couple more times and he drives his footlong stallion meat deeply inside you with a harsh thrust. (link:"You have no air, but you must scream")[The stallions thrusts deeper still, his powerful paws holding you down, as your whole body trembles from the intense pain going through your asshole. He's tearing you open. He has torn you open. The feeling of wrongness, of //deep// pain as his erratic and too-deep and too-harsh thrusts increase as his hooves noisily clobber around in the small room, the noise as deafening as the pain is agonizing. His paw is almost crushing your windpipe, no air except a few wheezing gasps of pain as he thrusts into your butt with the same determination as a stallion in a mating video, that huge and long horsecock making its way deep and hard, as he thrusts as if he intends to mutilate your insides, the only thing on his drunken mind is claiming his mare. You try to beat away the paw on your throat, and he growls in mindless, primal lust, your throat compressed harder still as his other paw reaches around your stomach, and their combined strength pull your small body off the seat and deep down on his cock, his pelvis making contact with your butt as his massive organ continues to split you open, your throat being used as a handle to move your entire body upwards and then //slamming// you down with gravity as he hilts you again several times, the oversized cock feels like it's hitting your lungs, your weakened wheezes being pushed out by that fat organ as it suddenly expands noticeably inside your body, ravaging you further, your abused tailhole squelching against the stallion's pelvis as he makes a few hard thrusts into you before roaring into your ears, the sound painful to those sensitive organs, but that is overshadowed by the deep and brutal pain of your asshole which feels like it's burning and split open at the same time. The stallion drunkenly falls forward in his excertion and post-orgasmic weakness, your head fall halfway down the rim of the portapotty, antagonizing your senses as you have no horniness to get a rise out of it, only nausea and the tears of agony that drip into its soggy and smelly depths. You feel as if your tailhole is rubbed with sandpaper on the inside, as the stallion pulls out his flared cock with no thought, fluids spattering to the floor as it exits your body. [["What the fuuuu......"]]]]

Before you comply, you shake off your shorts completely, now fully nude except for the sandals on your feet. Then you lean backwards and pull your knees towards your body, you neck is resting on the seat and you need to strain a little so your whole body doesn't fall into the hole. He slobbers spit onto one of his massive fingers, and jabs it in without too much thought on your wellbeing, the slick digit pushing its way into the knuckle on the first go as his powerful arm overcomes the resistance of your tailhole. You clench your teeth and bear with it, focusing on relaxing and the reaction of your knotted cock which spasms as the finger is inserted. The stallion begins fingerblasting you, quickly adding another finger and stretching you out roughly. The stinging turns to pleasure as your hole is filled by those thick digits, and your cock throbs and sprays precum again and again all over your chest. When he adds a third digit you moan out like a bitch in heat, your sphincter clenching around the fingers spreading you out, the slightly painful stretch turning into wonderful pressure as he presses in to the knucles, tickling your prostate and making yet more jets of pre spray out from your cock. [["I think I'm ready"]]

The stallion's bloodshot eyes, so focused on his task at hand, looks at you and he grins in arousal, his throbbing cock never loosing its stiffness as he has been pumping it the whole time. He pulls out his fingers with a squelch and lines up the tip of his equine cock with your needy tailhole. He presses and pushes the fat head inside and you moan out at the big stretch, then he leans forwards and take your legs into his paws in dual vice grips, holding on to you like he's climbing a rock wall. Then he starts fucking. You have seen a couple of naughty horse-mating videos, and it seems this stallion is much like his feral counterparts, his hooves clobbering the floor as he tries to gain purchase, and then he //rams// that slime-covered fat cock deep into your asshole and starts fucking you. Hard. The breath is taken away from you and you voice out something between a squeak and a cry as the fat cock is driven deep into your guts. His strokes are erratic, powerful and //deep//, that stallion cock pushing in further than the medial ring and then all the way to the base, his huge member impaling you again and again. You are delirious from the sensations coursing through your body, the long and fat cock splitting you open, the painful pushes and pulls as he claims your ass like a mare in heat, his almost feral-like rutting, the jabbing thrusts that spear your insides. It's overwhelming your poor body and driving the breath from your lungs. Then you feel a new sensation, as if his cock is growing bigger still, you feel his throbbing organ expand inside you, pushing your hole to the limits as he grunts and groans and viciously stab his cock in short thrusts, obviously cumming inside you. In huge amounts, too, you can feel your lower intestines bloating with his hot seed as his hefty balls empty their contents up your backside, sputtering noises come out from your obscenely streched pucker as semen squirts out from the pressure. The big stallion takes a few huffs, and then unceremoniously pulls his cock out of your tailhole, which is so gaped his semen explodes from your bowels and cover his crotch and thighs, dribbling down on the floor and narrowly avoiding your shorts that you kicked to the sides. (link:"You groan in a high-pitched voice as he pulls out")[He looks down at you, just a little bit winded, and his eyes suddenly focus in clarity, realising the gravity of the situation. You are not even sure he noticed your age before claiming your ass, as his eyes get a panicked look to them. He scrambles to get his khakis on, growling angrily at the broken zipper and making do with the top button, which he is suddenly able to close without fumbling, even though his paws are trembling. Then he leaves without a word, almost falling down the steps to the porta potty, leaving you there with a gaped tailhole and your knotted cock softening up as the soreness takes up your senses. You lean back with a sigh of submissive bliss, the intense rutting forever burned into your mind, certain to fuel future mastrubation sessions, but too intense right now for you to want to reach any orgasm. After a couple of minutes of catching your breath, you get off the seat and clean your ass up the best you can, the strechy muscle already closed shut, and you clean off any remaining semen before putting on your shorts. Outside, at the urinals, you t-shirt lies on a patch of ground miraculously untouched by urine, and you almost feel as good as new as you pull it on, the only evidence of your sordid adventure is the ache in your tailhole. [[Leave->Check out the porta potty area on the main grounds]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]

You sob and cough and sputter and wheeze, as your bruised throat is released to let you gasp in the fetid air arising from underneath you. With trembling arms you push yourself out the seat and sort of crumble down on the floor in front of the stallion, turning your half-lying body around so you can look up at him. Wide, bloodshot eyes stare down on you, shadowed out by his deflating cock that drips semen and red fluid down on you. Blood. Lots of blood, the pearl and red liquid seems both runny and viscous on various parts of his shaft as it shrinks further still, all the while dripping, *tap tap tap* some of it landing on your body. So much blood. Your blood. (link:"Vomit")[You take a shuddering sob and then vomit out the contents of your stomach, as you crumble further down on the floor, your small form dwarfed by the powerful stature of the stallion. The pain, the intense feeling of wrongness, the sight of your own blood, it's all too much, and you heave and sob and spit and cry, your tears mixing with the mess around your head, the pain and your weakness making you unable to move away from the gross pool that's cooling against your fur. "Shit! Fuck! What the fuck?? Oh my God!" the stallion spews out curses and slurs and looks down at you panicked, before he yanks up his khakis and stumbles out of the door, almost falling as he's holding them up with both paws, the steep steps making him sorta jump out the door, and you see him sprinting before the spring closes the door shut again with a definitive bang. [[Curl up further]]]

You hug your body tight, the nasty pool of vomit forgotten, as sharp twinges of pain makes it through your tailhole and you sob quietly and intensely. You stomach and belly cramps from your emotions and your pain, your eyes scrounged up as you feel the wrongness on your insides, and the fluids slowly leaking out of your broken ass. You gingerly reach back to feel, and instantly recoil as the flesh seems alien to you, bulging and swollen, your fingers coming back bloody, causing another bout of nausea and cramping sobs. (link:"Clean up")[After some time has passed, your headfur is totally crusted with salt and sticky from your vomit, but the pain has subsided, slightly. You try to get to your legs, but your strength gives out, and you crawl towards the paper dispenser, trying to clean off the blood as gently as possible. The task is difficult, and with your weakened strength takes time, as you are still leaking a bit, though the main source seems to be coming from the inside, and your cramping tailhole keeps the fluid there and you really //don't// want to push anything out at the moment. Your breathing has stabilized now, the pain is still great, but somewhat subsided, and sense has returned to you, so you awkwardly pull on your shorts while lying down, stuff them full of toilet paper, and then try to make it to your legs. You stand there, the encroaching stench of the porta potty's belly making you feel sick, your cramping tailhole hurting and feeling like you are in a bout of diarrhrea from the fluid leaking on the inside, your face crusted with tears and slimy with vomit. You grasp for some more toilet paper, feeling woozy from it all, and almost angrily scrub your facial fur to remove as much as possible, the vomit staining the sheets in an off-colour. You are done, mentally and physically, and head home taking the steps slowly and with painful twinges that run from your tailhole to your intestines, the air feels cold on your half-naked body, and you shiver deeply from it all until you come back to the VIP village and take the agonizing steps up to your bedroom, curling your body against yourself as tightly as possible and finally letting go, crying and sobbing your way into a restless sleep you wake up from countless times as flashbacks of your ordeal make you tense and grimace from the pain coming from your tailhole. [[Ouch]] ]

BAD END, GAME OVER [[Restart game->Disclaimer]] [[Restart Nighttime from the VIP area->Explore the festival]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

The music from behind the gates is getting louder and louder, you can pick up the tones of two guitars and some warbled screeches in the background. The queue is fairly big, the festival-goers returning to the stage area as the bigger names appear on stage, yet many lines are open, and several dozens of volunteers are working to pat people down and checking their bags for contraband. "Guess who profits from the new ban on taking in your own drinks?" you hear a gazelle say to his antilope buddy, pointing at a billboard for a big brand beer company. Your head goes questioningly to the side as you ponder his question for the remainder of your queue-time, which is short, as the furs in front of your are almost at walking pace, so fast is the entrance proces. A quick pat-down of your young body and lack of belongings enables you to step through the gates [[Follow the music]]

As you get closer to the fat man, you notice he's sitting a bit awkwardly, as if lifting one of his hips higher than the other, his face is sorta scrounged up in pain. (link:"Say hello and pet the dog")[The dog jumps up from its resting position as you get near, and is wagging its tail and panting with excitement at someone to talk to. You let it sniff your paw before you give it a good amount of scritches. "Hi kid," the fat pig says, groaning a bit and shifting his awkward position on the festival chair, "I hope you aren't getting into any trouble at this festival?" You shake your head, though you are not sure what kind of trouble he means, the hog noticing your confusion. "Drugs, kid, //drugs//! So much of that filth around here, some psyched-out woman climbed on the lighting poles the other day while tripping balls, goddamn stupid b-.. Woman," he finishes lamely, before reaching over and giving the white and reddish-brown dog some scritches of his own, the canine leaning into his pudgy paw and looking up at him with those puppy eyes of a well-treated dog. "Rex here helps sniffing out that stuff, making sure it doesn't make it to the stage areas, goddamn pot-smokers stinking up the area around them at concerts," the pig rumbles on in his deep voice, "so this good boy, //yes you're a good boy//," saying it in a high-pitched voice while ruffling the dog's headfur, "helps out with that." He settles back in the festival chair with a groan, again sitting awkwardly with a grimace [[Ask if he's in pain]] [[Leave->Go to the entrance to the stage area]]]

The pig quints at you, "that obvious, huh?" You nod solemnly. "Well, a collegue called in sick, so I had to take a double shift. It ain't easy being on your legs for so many hours when you've got this to carry around," he pets his large belly, "Rex doesn't mind, he could run an ironman, yes you could, //yes you could//," talking in that high-pitched voice again and scritching the happy, panting dog. "My back ain't what it used to, and it's kinda reminding me of my age right now," he chuckles self-depracatingly. (link:"Ask how old he is")["Oh jeez," he frowns in concentration, you can see he's calculating his age on the spot, "52 years now." [[Offer to give him a massage]] [[leave->Go to the entrance to the stage area]]]

In a spur-of-the-moment decision, you ask if he wants a massage to help out his sore back. Those porcine eyes squint suspiciously at you, and he takes a deep breath as if to scold you for pulling his tail, but then he gives a shudder and his eyes close in pain, shifting his body around until he finds a comfortable position again, opening his eyes that are slightly wet with moisture from his torment. "You know what, kid, I'll take you up on that offer, though I don't think you have the strength in your arms to really make a difference!" (link:"Head into the trailer")[The fat pig gets up with a groan and leads you inside the trailer. You are surpriced at the spaciousness of it all. Right as you get inside there's a door to a small toilet, to your left is a large office room with a desk with a laptop and a bunch of papers on it, to your right is a sleeping area with a bed. There are dog beds in both rooms, and as the hog leads you to the room with the bed, the dog follows and curls up its own bed, as the officer sits down with a groan on his bed, the springs creaking noisily as his weight sinks onto it. He slowly opens the buttons of his Hawaii shirt and pulls it off, revealing his hefty moobs, before lying down on his fat stomach with a wheeze and an audible crack from his spine. He turns his head and looks at you, "Well, what are you waiting for?" [[Massage the fat pig]]]

You climb the bed and straddle his fat ass, your crotch making contact with his butt as you lean forward to use your paws on his lower back. His skin is interesting and foreign to you, almost hairless with stiff bristles instead of fur, the skin is utterly soaked in sweat, and in the enclosed area with the fat pig, the smell, no, the stench of man-sweat fills your sensitive nostrils, your dick tingling in its sheath. You rest your paws right where his brightly coloured shorts begin, and use your thumbs as pressure points to glide along his spine, his sweat making his skin slick and slippery for your paws to easily make passage after passage along his lower back, you cannot reach further than about the beginning of his shoulder blades from where you sit. The officer groans in pleasure as you use all of your strength to try and re-align his spine, but there's simply too much fat for you to really get at the problem. Regardless, your ministration are obviously not making him feel worse and you work your thumbs along his lower back for a few minutes, the sweaty man moaning and groaning out in non-sexual pleasure all the time. (link:"Get up further and sit on his lower back")[The hog groans louder still as you sit your butt squarely on his lower back, his spine making a crackling noise from your weight, as you lets your thumbs travel up further along his spine, going from the bottom of his shoulder blades all the way to his neck. He is simply lying with his face down in the pillow, his arms under the pillow, and you use your thumbs to push at the meat along his shoulder blades, drawing out additional groans from him. "Damn, you're really good at this, kid," he moans out from his pillow. [[Give him the Thai Treatment]]]

Massages have been a part of your life as far back as you can remember, you and your dad rubbing each other for intimacy and relief and non-sexual pleasure many times. Thus you have learned several ways of massaging from studying Furtube videos with him and practicing the techniques. You stand up on the bed, the pig snorting a bit in confusion, and you stabilise yourself with a paw against the wall as you step on his upper back, you feetpaws visibly sinking into his flesh and stimulating the muscles and bones beneath with a couple of loud cracks. "OoooooofffffffmmmmmmhhhhHHHHHRaAARHHRHRhhahhrrhhhuuuuuffffffff." You begin to gently step at the upper area of his back, your pawpads digging in along the spine in slow and deep swipes, kind of as if you were wiping your feet on a doormat, making sure to press down with your toes as hard as possible to manipulate the tissues deep under his fat, all the while keeping your balance with a paw on the wall to make every single movement precisely controlled and making sure to not step directly on his spine. You sort of moonwalk your way down his spine like this, and now you get to the meat of things, his spine audibly cracking as your pawpawds are able to feel out the misalignment in his vertebraes through the thick layer of fat, and your weight and legs muscles able to push them into place with great care and determination. Now that his spine is temporarily fixed, you get off his back and sit down on him again and begin slapping his flesh, starting from at his shoulder blades and all the way down. You are sort of scooting backwards and end up sitting between his meaty thigs and lower legs as you are slapping his butt rapidly, before you reach in and give his fat buttocks as good massage as well. Feeling that pudgy flesh rolling under your paws you start to get a little hot and bothered, and over the course of your massage there, you pull down his shorts a little so his curly pigtail is revealed as well as the crack of his ass. [[Lean in for whiff]]

You spread out his buttcheeks, the top of the pudgy boar's asscrack releasing a rush of heavy assmusk, and you lean your sensitive nose forwards until the pig squeals out a high-pitched oink as your cold nose makes contact with his taint, before you dig it in under his Bermuda shorts, inhaling and sniffing deeply at his incredible musk. You murr in pleasure as your smell receptors are trapped under the fabric and directly at the source of the hefty, rich musk coming from between his asscheeks and tailhole, the smell reminds you of a farm visit you did with your school combined with the utter and deep smell of //man//. Your cock is now fully formed in its sheath as you moan out from this olifactory treat. "He-Hey! What are you doing?" the hog says in confusion, as you grab onto his shorts and try pulling them down, his hefty weight making it impossible without him lifting his pelvis off the bed. (link:"Ask him to lift his butt off the bed")[The boar groans out uncertainly. "I don't think this is legal, kid," he says in a squeaky voice as you push your snout down his crack again, trying to force its way down to his pucker. You feel a rumble coursing through his body as he growls with confusion before he makes up his mind and lifts his pelvis off the bed. You instantly yank down his short and you dig your muzzle deeply inbetween his fat asscheeks, spreading them wide with your paws, the stench of musky and incredibly //male// ass-sweat assaulting your senses. [[Give the stinky pig a rimjob]]]

His pucker is glistening with sweat, but otherwise clean, and you dig in your tongue to the sensitve flesh and start licking and prodding his sphincter with it. The pig moans out in pleasure and grinds back at your hungry muzzle, as you lick and lap your way around his musky hole, your nose and tastebuds in overdrive from the incredibly potent flavour it gives off. You reach down with a paw, and pull down your shorts, revealing your throbbing red rocket, as your snout is trapped between his fat cheeks, your tongue creeping past his sphincter and inside his spasming flesh, your paw grabbing your firm knot as your cock sprays out precum from the horniness of it all. You lap at the inside of his fat tailhole and your tongue makes contact with something hard and //massive//, you groan out in naughty pleasure as the slight taste of shit is deposited on your tastebuds and you lap at his hole with fervour, pumping your now-slick cock in your paws. "Wait kid, I think-" his words are cut short as a loud and rumbling fart presses hot gas directly into your maw, making your lungs balloon as it's pushed directly down your throat. You pull back and with gags and great coughs you expell the sewer gas from your lungs, the fetid smell all over your muzzle and nose, you wave your paw in front of your face, wafting the stink away. The pig turns his fat body around, his strange spiralling cock glistening with precum, and he takes into account your throbbing canine cock spraying precum all over the sheets. "You like it nasty huh?" he asks, one of his eyebrows shooting up questioningly. [["Being nasty isn't illegal"]]

His eyes narrow in suspicion and then releases and he chuckles merrily. "It sure as shit isn't, kid. Not often you find someone into that kind of stuff though, especially not someone... //illegal//." He says the last word with weight, obviously turned on by breaking the law with such a naughty shitslut like yourself. "Lose the clothes, and get on the floor, and I'll give your piglet mouth something to chew on." You scramble off the bed and pull off your t-shirt and shorts completely, your reddish fur and erect cock fully shown off to the hog as he scoots down the bed and leans his shoulders and head on the wall, his butt sticking out over the narrow side of the bed, his paws lifting up his massive legs to reveal his fat ass and his winking pucker within. For effect you make a couple of oinking noises, before you settle your muzzle into to his sweaty asshole, licking his sweaty musk and covering your headfur with his stink. Another loud fart sounds out, and you wisely pull back your head, to let the wind ruffle your whiskers instead of filling your lungs, before you lean back in just as his is tailhole starts spasming and a brown mass appears at its center. His flesh //bulges// outwards, and a turd as proportionally fat as the pig himself makes its appearance. [[It's fucking huge]]

The widest piece of shit you have ever seen in your perverted life makes its way out of his sphincter, and you lean in to take your meal into your muzzle. It flows out with a gentle poof, so huge that gas cannot escape the pig's bottom at the same time, and starts filling your mouth. You hold your muzzle open as wide as possible, and the horsecock-sized turd makes your chins bulge and is quickly restricted by your tight throat, so you have to lean back and catch the rest of its length with your paws, your own cock forcibly neglegted by this. The hog groans out and looks down at you with his tongue panting, as he forcibly tightens his pucker. You are left holding the fattest and longest piece of feces you have ever seen in your life, seemingly as wide as your arm and as long as well. The taste meeting your tongue and the smell to your nose is actually quite mild, the turd is perfectly firm and barely even slimy, just a fat, inert mass of compressed waste, that only slightly smells like the farm you once visited with your school. "Fuck yeah kid," the pig says, pumping his wierd twisted cock, "get a good taste of your meal." You have to pull the fat log out a little to be able to make a comfortable chomp, and a rich taste explodes on your tastebuds as your first piece of the pig's shit begins to turn into mush in your mouth as you begin to munch of it and break it down to a swallowable paste. You knotted cock throbs in arousal as the taste expands further and many layers of foods and flavours begin to coat your tongue and the smell making its way from your loudly chewing mouth to your nostrils. [[Something cold pushing against your tailhole startles you]]

You yip, and almost drop the shit, as a wet and cold presence rubs against your butthole, loud sniffing can be heard behind you. "Don't worry about that, my little piglet, Rex here is just as naughty as you are," the hog tells you. The cocker-spaniel stars licking your hole with his wet and wide tongue, and you groan out at the sensation, and soon begin to chomp down further on the pig's scat, you first mouthful having been swallowed with barely a shudder. The pig is simply observing you, on his back, lazily pumping his porcine erection which is glistening with pre and already spurting continuously, his paw utterly glistening from the fluids. You would have been lost if the pig's shit had been rancid or truly nasty, but its fairly pleasant and nuanced taste means you can chomp down and mush up bite after bite of that huge turd, you figure you are about halfway to finishing when the dog surprises you with jumping on your back, making you fall to your elbow with an oof as you desperately try not to drop the main course in your other paw. "Awww, is my little piglet gonna get mounted now?" the hog says, as you feel the dog behind you thrusting methodically, the tip of his red rocket stabbing into your buttcheeks or hitting your taint. The added layer of depravity from submitting to a feral animal, something you have never tried before, makes you moan and your cock shoot pre, as you arch your back and try to lean back to the dog's thrusts with the aim of helping him find his mark. You moan out loudly as the pointy end of his stick makes contact and then pushes inside your tailhole in one movement, squeaking out in surprise as his paws grab around your waist and then the dog starts rutting you with swift jabs of his cock. Your whole body is shaking from the rigorous mating, making it hard to focus on eating the fat turd in your paws, but then his knot slips in and starts inflating. What a sensation! You have never felt anything like this before. You feel like you must have skipped some important part of the few bestiality vids you have seen, because the sensation of the dog tying with you while still mostly flaccid, and then expanding is the opposite of the experiences you have had with anthro canines. Instead of the fully-formed knot being forced in, you are instead subjected to what feels like an inflatable toy that swells and throbs and spews //warm// semen up your insides, a strange and hot and exciting experience, your own knotted cock throbbing in tandem to the feral's as it pushes harder and harder against your prostate as it is filled up with blood, its length increasing as well, the smallish dog packing one //hell// of a cock, easily as big and long as your own or even your father's from the feel of it. You refocus to the fat log in your paws and mouth and again start chomping on the semi-dry mass, the paste getting thicker as your own saliva seems to run out. [["Here, let me help you out with that"]]

You look up at the swine, now sitting in front of you, jerking his spiraling cock with his fat hands and it spews out a few ropes of cum that hit all over your face. You try to angle your head and the next few ropes line up perfectly with the fat log you are still holding, coating it like some glacing on a cake. "Don't worry piggy, plenty more where that came from," the hog says, and his cock erupts in several more spews of semen that he angle down at your mouth. His jizz is //flavourful//, to say the least, very very distinct and quite nasty in its own right, stinky as well. However, its slick nature means you can much more easily break up his fat turd and you swallow down again and again, his punguent semen aiding you in ingesting his tasty shit. All the while you feel that hot dog cock shooting cum into your insides, the canine simply resting its weight on your back, panting hot air onto your ears and drooling down your neck as it rides out its own orgasm. To your surprise, the porcine's big balls, almost tennis sized from your view, contain an unending amount of flavourful and smelly cum that competes with his shit to overwhelm your tastebuds, your mouth getting more and more muddy as the white and dark mixes into a slurry of pure pig perverse nastyness that is swallowed down into your belly that bulges from its meal and from the fat dog cock and all the canine's semen deposited there. You finally manage to push the last of the fat log into your mouth, you paw now freed up so you can jerk off your aching and spasming dick, almost instantly cumming as your whole body is in horny overdrive from the feral fucking, the almost tasty shit, and the raunchy taste of the boar's semen, your red rocket sprays out a dozen ropes of cum onto the floor, covering your paw, your orgasmic high riding you as you swallow down the last of the pig's shit, your spasming tailhole milking the dog even more and it starts whining a bit and licking your face from all the stimulation. At the end, you are momentarily exhausted, and simply let your face drop to the floor, the pig still cumming and shooting loads all over, Rex lapping off all the semen that lands down on your exposed neck and headfur, getting you all wet in the progress as the hog's cock just keeps on painting your fur white with his stinky cum. Eventually, you all wind down, and even the pig's balls are spent. You moan out as the dog steps around awkwardly, before his deflating knot is released from your anus, a spatter of cum dripping on the floor from your clenching and gaped hole. The hog gives you a pat on your cum and dogspit slick fur and tells you to get a shower, and you are surprised that the toilet area in the container is big enough to have a shower as well. You try your best to wash the scent of hogcum and dogcum and pigshit out of your fur with a quick shower, and then dry off in a towel he gives you which smells //distinctly// like him, making you murr at the scent. As you go out the door to the trailer, he gives you a nod of recognition, before settling down into his festival chair in a comfortable position, his backpain forgotten, his head nods downwards into a slumber, as one of his paws lazily is hanging down and scritching Rex' head, the dog curled up right next to his master. [[Leave->Go to the entrance to the stage area]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

The kitten surprises you as he steps in and gives you a big hug, nuzzling his head into your stomach, before stepping back, grinning broadly. The adult cat gives you a pat on the shoulder and ruffles your headfur gently a couple of times. "How about we get sorbets?" the dad suggests. The kitten squeals with joy and you are sort of comforted by his happiness, though you still have some reservations about the cruel dad, who you saw abuse the boy earlier, and had to suppress a cringe when he touched you. As the father pays and hands you the sorbet, you can understand the kitten's joy, it's very delicious. You opted for a lemon variety, and the bitterness is perfectly matched with sweetness, the tasty ice rapidly devoured in tandem with the cub who seems to like his just as much. You eat your sorbets as you walk around the VIP zone, taking in all the sights and the various furs who still haven't made their ways to the stage areas. The adult cat leans in to murmur in your ear, "Edward told me what you did for him earlier. That was very nice of you." You turn your head to look at him, and the same amber eyes as his son stare back. "I'm not always kind towards my son, and it was sort of refreshing to hear him speak about what you did together," the dad continues. You get a bit of anxiety at his words, thinking your experiences with the cub would have been a secret. "Don't get flustered, lad, Edward tells me //everything//, he's a very well-behaved boy, I make sure of that," the father says with absolute certainty, "besides, the smell of canine was all over his arms, and your cum was stuck in his fur, so I naturally knew what to ask about!" and then he laughs merrily, the crows feet at his eyes showing themselves. You begin to relax a little, the dad showing himself to not be totally evil after all, and his words towards you seem genuine enough. The black-furred adult leans down to murmur in your ears again, once you have eaten the sorbets and thrown the cardboard cups into a trashcan: "Like I said, Edward told me //all// about what you did. He said you ate his poop with relish. That is.. I mean, that sounded incredibly hot to me, and I could hardly believe his words, but he was very insistent, even when I brought out the belt because I thought he was lying." Your eyes widen at that statement, and the cat quickly says; "I didn't use it! He was so genuine I had to trust his words, even if they didn't make much sense and were quite preposterous." He takes a few breaths, look at his kitten who is observing your conversation with curious interest, and then back at you, "How about you join us in our dwelling for some... Fun?" he asks. [[Agree, and follow the cats to their temporary home]] [[Politely thank him for the sorbet, but say "no thanks" and tell him you need to go to the stage area for a concert->Explore the festival]]

You follow the pair to their residence, one of the VIP dwellings that look like the finger horns you throw at the concerts. The dad opens the door and his kitten sprints inside, he holds it and you walk past the adult with just a slight bit of anxiety, the promise of some fun times overriding your fear of the cruel man. He shuts the door, and then goes around the spacious living room area and pulls closed the curtains there, only the light fixtures in the ceiling illuminating you now. Seems quite excessive for only two people to live in this large structure, the adult cat must be pretty loaded, you think. "So," the man says as he turns to face you, "let's have some fun. Lose the clothes kiddo," the last said as a command. You kick off your sandals, and quickly remove your t-shirt, but hesitate at your shorts, feeling wierd about getting naked when the others are clothed. The dad picks up on this and chuckles a little, "Edward, get naked with us," he says, as he himself begins to undo his khakis. You pull of your shorts, revealing your modest sheath, and watch with increasing horniness as the feline removes his khakis, revealing his semi-hard humanoid cock. It has quite a hefty look to it, about as long as your dad's and a bit thicker, as it hardens up in a series of spasms as he ogles your naked body, your own knotted cock stirs in its sheath in response. You look over to the kitten, who has removed his shorts to reveal a pair of Ink Patrol undies, pulling them off too and revealing his tiny cubhood. Edward gets over to you and grabs your paw, and you face his dad together. [[The adult steps closer]]

As his dad gets closer, you notice the kitten's paw trembling slightly, and you give it a comforting squeeze. This won't be a bad time for him, you'll make sure of that! You let go of his paw and take a step of your own and get closer to the adult. He is holding his now erect cock at its base, presenting it to you and you lean forward and take his length into your maw. Much like Anders to panda, his foreskin has trapped quite a lot of delicious musk during the day, and you savour its flavour as you bob your mouth around his cockhead, licking off his cockslime and depositing your spit in the progress. The dad moans and lets go of his cock, instead gripping your headfur and steering your muzzle down his cock, hilting it in your throat, before he begins a relatively gentle throatfuck, pulling your head back when you gag to much and layering his dick with your throatslime. "Edward, lick his butthole," he commands, and the kitten's hot breath gets near your ass, tickling your sphincter, before his raspy tongue makes contact with your yielding flesh. You moan out in pleasure from the rimjob, and intensify your deepthroating, the dad letting go of your headfur as you force his cock down your throat again and again, slobbering and gagging as his fat cockhead drives its way down your gullet. "You're a proper little slut, aren't you?" the adult cat groans out. You murr out in the combined pleasure of the rimjob and the sensation of the big cock stretching your throat, getting the dad closer to the edge and he begins huffing loudly, before he pulls his slime-glistening dick out of your mouth with a loud pop. "Don't wanna cum too early, pup," he says while panting, leaving you to focus solely on the kitten's amazing rimjob, that has turned into tongue-fucking, his dextrous muscle making its way inside your sphincter. [["Face away from me and bend over."]]

You obey his command with a sigh of discontent, as the kitten's tongue is pulled out of your needy tailhole, facing away from the adult and bending over, embracing the young boy and kissing him, smelling and tasting your assmusk on his mouth. "Fuck yeah, that's hot," the dad says, as he squats down behind you and angle his cock to your well-lubricated hole. You moan out into the mouth of kitten, as your tongues dance with each other, the young boy a quick learner and you kiss each other loudly and with passion. "I'm going in now," the father says, and you feel your tailhole yielding to his firm cock, as he's pushing the button and barely putting his head in, taking his time in stretching you out. Your knotted cock is fully erect and dripping pre from the treatment, and you moan out loudly as the adult's cock pushes inside your ring for the first time, your dick spraying precum over the floor. He almost hilts you on his first push, your well-trained tailhole yielding to the intrusion, you would have stumbled forward if it wasn't for the kitten supporting you, as the dad just have his paws on your hip and his cock, steering it in. The kitten leans back from your kiss and his beatiful hazel eyes stare worriedly into yours. "Does that feel nice?" he asks uncertainly. You nod and moan out as the dad picks up speed, fully hilting you now on each thrust, both paws gripping your hips for purchase as he breeds your needy hole. The kitten seems unsure about the situation, his own experiences with being bred never being pleasurable, his eyes gleaming in wonder from your obvious pleasure. [[Suggest he sucks your cock]]

"O-Okay," the kitten says, before he leans under you and take in your throbbing red rocket. You moan out loudly from the dual sensation of his tiny mouth taking in your dick and his dad's large cock squelching away at your insides. "Hehe, your pre is tasty," the kitten says, as you deposit squirt after squirt of the clear liquid onto his tongue in tandem to the heavy thrusts your tailhole recieve. "Hng, fuck! Oh gawd that's a tight hole!" the dad exclaims, as he picks his speed up further, rocking your body, making your cock travel deep into the kittens mouth. You moan out as your cock is hilted to the base of its knot on every stroke, the kitten gagging a little, as his father's thrusts makes you mouthfuck the small cub. He gags a little from the intrusions, but otherwise takes it like a champ. "Gonna. Fill. Your. Puppy. Hole!" the adult cat groans out, as his thrusts turn erratic and you feel his cock spasming inside you, painting your insides white with his semen. That sensation pushes you over the edge as well, and your throbbing red rocket makes the kitten mewl out in surprise as it begins to spray cum deep into his mouth, some of it shooting directly down his throat. He tries to move away, put your paws are on his lower back for stabilization and his muzzle is forced to stay in contact with you cum-spraying cock, overfilling his mouth and he sputters and gags and snorts as semen sprays out of his mouth and nose. "Fuuuck me, that was nice," the dad says, his orgasm over, as he slowly exits your hole with his deflating cock, making you moan out as your clenching pucker struggles to keep his cum inside. Now you let go of the kitten's backside, and he mewls out as his muzzle is finally able to pull away from your dick. What a sight! His eyes are slightly teary, and there are spatters of cum all over his mouth, as well as dripping out of his nose. [["Well, if that isn't a Kodak moment.]]

There is a flash of bright light, startling you both, and you turn around to see the dad holding his phone up. "Why don't you kiss and lick your cum off my son's face," he suggests, the red light on the phone indicating it is recording. You turn to face the cum-covered kitten and lean in for a kiss, before your broad tongue begins the process of cleaning up his sticky facial fur, the dad moans out at the hot sight of his boy's semen-painted face being tongue-bathed by you. The taste of your cum on your tastebuds make you murr out, and you stick the slick organ into the kitten's mouth, his own tongue greeting it and you kiss each other messily and loudly, the dad egging you on as he records the act. (link:"Fondle the kitten's flaccid dick")[You want to make the little cub feel good, so you begin fondling his boy bits, rolling his tiny dick between your fingers and thumb and reaching under and rubbing his pouch gently, your pawpads making an audible sound against the fur there. The dad leans in to record the sight, and the kitten moans into your mouth, really getting hot and bothered from the kissing and your stimulation of his crotch. You pull off his mouth with a slurp, the phone recording the line of spit that connects the two of you before breaking off, and you lean down to give him some oral stimulation. His cubhood has gained //some// firmness, and he moans out as your warm muzzle embraces it. You start gently sucking the small organ, attempting to push down his foreskin, which is quite tight, but you persist and you both moan out as your tongue makes direct contact to his sensitive cockhead, him from the pleasure and you from the raunchy taste the foreskin has trapped. It's very powerful, as if this kid never pulls the skin back to clean it while bathing, his overwhelming cubmusk depositing in your mouth, making your cock stir once again, it having retreated into its sheath. Now the dicklet is fully hard and the kitten moans and groans as you slurp down his length with more speed and suction, obviously nearing his orgasm, your cock is poking out of your sheath and you start pumping it, the dad moving his phone around the scene, filming it all. [["Edward, turn around and let the puppy lick your tailhole."]]]

You groan out in discontent as the tasty dicklet is pulled from your mouth, the obedient kitten quick to turn around and bend over, spreading his buttcheeks to reveal his puffy pucker. It look like your rimjob earlier had a good effect, the hole is slightly swollen and stretched-looking, but seemingly not painful anymore, as the kitten looks back at you in anticipation, remembering the nice feelings you gave to it earlier. You lean in with a sniff, taking in the soapy scent of babywipes, before you let your nose make contact with his taint, the kitten squealing out from the coldness of it. Then he purrs out with pleasure as you begin to lap at his hole, his mild cubmusk getting all over your snout, as you dig into this tasty treat. He moans louder still, as your tongue makes its way inside him, his hole still loose from earlier and your dextrous organ makes it way deeply inside him, making him purr from the pleasant sensation. (link:"Give him a reach-around")[You paw grabs onto his dicklet, still hard, and you begin to mastrubate him, slowly stroking him off in synchronisation with you deep tongue-fucking, his purrs shifting to moans and groans of pleasure. You speed up a little, your tongue getting tired from all the work its doing, and the kitten is squeaking out in pleasure now, his high-pitched voice getting louder and louder as he nears his orgasm. The dad is moving his phone from in front of the boy, to close-ups of your face buried between the kitten's buttocks, his own cock hard again and he's stroking it slowly at the ranchy sight of the two cubs playing in front of him. He leans down and says, "Why don't you stick that puppymaker into my boy?" [[Agree, and present your throbbing cock to the kitten's slick tailhole]]]

The cub mewls out with uncertainty and looks back fearfully, those beautiful hazel eyes pleadingly making contact with yours, all his previous experiences with anal at best being tolerable, and oftentimes painful as you observed earlier. You rest your throbbing cock at the cleft of his rump and lean forward, telling the kitten that you will be gentle and make him feel good. He nods uncertainly and you both make a gentle descent to your knees, your red rocket never leaving its spot, its length resting against his hole. "A-Are you gonna put the whole thing inside me?" the kitten asks with worry, obviously scared of taking your knot. You shake your head and tell him no, you will only put your shaft in. "O-Okay," he says with a relieved voice, putting his paws on the floor and arching his back like a good slut. You pull back and start pressing your tapered cock against his pucker, the flesh easily parting, the shaft slick with your cum from earlier and his tailhole spitcovered and stretchy from earlier. You groan out as you slide in, his ass still unbelievable tight, and the kitten moans out as well, though the timbre of his voice suggests it's a mixture of pain and pleasure, so you stop your movement and just rest there a little, your cock throbbing inside him, his tight and spasming tailhole milking some pre from it. You sink down further on your knees, and pull at the kitten, his torso upright now, as you hug him from behind and very gently gyrate your hips, the dad moving his phone around having mostly focused on the cub's face as you entered him, and now focusing on a wide shot, then leaning in to the sight of your dick being gently pushed in and out of his boy. You reach down for the kitten's cock, and it has gone slightly flaccid, so you make sure to stimulate it properly, getting the tiny dick hard again, your thumb and pointy finger mastrubating him swiftly and firmly, the kitten moaning out in pleasure, and //voluntarily// pushes his ass down further on your cock, his tailhole meeting your knot and resting there. With that, you stop the gyrating movements of your hips and let the kitten do his own thing, focusing on mastrubating him and getting him off. He starts riding you, picking up speed, his tailhole making squelching noises as it meets you knot faster and faster. Your paw is a blur now, and the dad moves to the front, focusing on the kitten's face as his first enjoyable fucking happens, capturing the moment as the kitten tenses up, his insides clamp down on your cock in a vicegrip, as he pushes against your knot, driving your cock as deep as possible as he mewls out in his orgasm. His dicklet spasming in your paw and his high-pitched moans getting staggered as he rides out the first orgasm in his life. The small dick twitches like mad in your paw, furiously trying to expell some seminal fluids that his body just isn't producing yet. You let go of his dicklet and simply hug him, enjoying his warm, tight ass as it milks you of precum with its heavy spasms. [[Gently pull out]]

As the afterglow of the orgasm fades, the kitten starts to fidget uncomfortably, your cock stretching him out and no arousal to make him bear the feeling. So you push him forward so that he leans away from you, and slowly shuffle your knees back inch by inch, to make the pullout as little intense as possible. As the tapered head of your dick exits the cub, his puffy tailhole closes firmly and then winks a couple of times, the father getting his phone close to record the moment. "Go on now, Edward, give the nice boy a kiss," the adult cat says, and the kitten scrambles around, still on his knees, shuffling over and the two of your meet in an intense kiss and hug, your still-erect cock brushing all over his stomach fur, smearing it with your fluids. "What a nice scene," the dad mutters, before the red light on his phone turns off and he puts the device away, "I will use this to teach me how to make my boy enjoy a good fucking," he then says, and you feel pride at you educating the cruel man to be kinder to his son. Your knotted cock is pressed into the warmth of the kitten's bellyfur, and you groan into his mouth at the sensation, still fairly hot and bothered. The adult cat is also stroking his own erection, the foreskin making squelches as he pulls it over the head again and again. "Unfff, I wanna ride your ass again, but I want to take it up a notch, kiddo," he says, "how about my cub puts his paw up your ass while I shit in your mouth?" [[That sounds... Awesome]] [[Say no thank you, there's a concert you are missing out on and you must be on your way. Leave->Explore the festival]]

You take a step back from the hold, grab his paw and hold it, imagining him burying it in your ass. You murr at the thought and agree to this added level of depravity. "Uhm, won't that hurt you," the kitten asks. You explain to him that you are already loose from the fucking, and slick from the kittybatter inside you, so you are sure it will be fine, as long as you take it slow. He smiles brightly and his amber eyes light up from your reassurance. "That's right, Edward, this slutty cub knows what he's doing. Now get over to the table, kiddo," the adult cat says, his eyes gleaming with lust. You get over to the table that stands between the three-sided couch, and lie down on your back, pulling your knees back with your paws, presenting your loose hole to the kitten who looks wonderingly at it and then at his paw. It's gonna be a stretch getting it in, you are certain it's the thickest object you have ever had inside you. You instruct the kitten to start with a finger, and he easily gets the digit inside you, the stretch barely even noticeable. He pulls it out and gives it a sniff, before he plunges three fingers into his mouth, getting them slick and the pushing them in together. //Now// you can feel it, and you moan in pleasure as your erection throbs from the sensation. The table shudders, and you look to the side as the adult cat steps up and over you, planting his feet with your bellybutton between them, and squatting down, presenting his asshole to you, unwashed and with a bit of shit stuck in the cracks. He grabs a hold of your legs, so your paws are free to grab at your hard cock, beginning to mastrubate. You lean your muzzle forwards and start lapping at his dirty pucker, the taste depositing on your taste buds. The kitten is fingerblasting you with all his fingers now, you are really getting well and stretched out, the semen from within spilling out over his paw and making it even more slick, you gasp everytime his knuckles hit your sphincter, the sensation almost overwhelming, sending shudders and shivers through your body. The kitten stops his movement for a second, "am I hurting you?" he asks. You shake you head in a no, it feels totally awesome, it's just very intense you tell him, and he laughs happily and plunges his fingers deep inside you one again, making you moan out and your cock spasm in your paw. [["Open that toilet mouth of yours up, kiddo"]]

You refocus your attention to the father's asshole, as it winks and his waste appears inside his expanding sphincter. He pushes out with a groan, and a nicely sized, firm piece of stool makes its way out of his ass, landing down in your mouth with a plop. He restrains himself, and his tailhole spasms as he holds back the rest of the waste inside his body. You begin to noisily chomp and chew at the firm piece of shit in your mouth, moaning and gagging at its rich taste, the added sensation of the cub paw almost fully entering your tailhole setting your mind into overdrive, and you almost see stars from your delirious arousal. As the turd is broken down to a more managable mush, and you begin a set of small shuddering swallows, it finally happens. You sphincter yields to the kitten's paw. You have never been so stretched out before, and you gasp out at the sensation, your legs shuddering in the dad's paws as your body tries to handle the massive intrusion. The kitten stops his movement completely, mirroring your action earlier, as he just gives you time to adjust to the big stretch in your tailhole. "Fuck that's hot!" the dad exclaims, having a full view of the action from his squatting position, his words make your scrounged-up eyes open up and look at his messy hole, reminding you of the task at hand. You munch and chomp faster now, focusing your attention on the shit in your mouth, relaxing your body as the stretch becomes less painful. "Ready for some more?" the adult says, and you make a noise of confirmation as you are almost finished with the turd in your mouth, "Nice, I'll just let all of it out now, gonna empty my bowels all over your face!" You moan in anticipation as the cat's tailhole winks and then a long, slimy turd is pushed out, a bunch of it making it into your mouth, before there's no more room and the shit snakes around on your head and throat, a hefty pile that also covers your eyes and leaves the world in darkness. [[Om nom nom]]

The feeling of his hot waste all over your face, the sensation of the kitten's paw lodged up your asshole, it all sends your horniness into overdrive and you start loudly chomping on the mess in your mouth, devouring mouthful after mouthful rapidly, all the while stroking your cock with speed. The kitten can feel your sphincter relax, and he begins to move his paw deeper inside you, stretching you out further, his fur rubbing hard against your prostate, making you moan out through all the shit and your cock spasms and sprays precum all over. As your belly gets more full, it's balanced by the sensation of the kitten's paw travelling deep into your colon, pushing organs out of the way as he finally manages to push his arm in all the way to his elbow. You. Feel. So. Full. An incredible tightness is felt throughout your body from the amazing stretching the kitten is giving you. You lie there, panting from it all, the mound of scat forgotten for a moment, and the dad says something that make you tingle with arousal; "Look, Edward, you can see your paw under his belly," with that, he lets go of one of your legs and lays his paw on your stomach, and you can //feel// the sensation of it making contact with his son's paw inside you through your stomach. You moan out loader still as the kitten begins to pull his paw back, and then pushing it in, his paw cresting your sphincter every time until his push leads him to his elbow. The taste in your mouth is overwhelming your senses with depraved lust, and you resume your feeding, more and more of the cat's shit getting down to your stomach, feeling bulged out and inflated from the dual stuffing you are recieving, your paw a blur over your cock as you come near the peak of your arousal. You yell out your orgasm in a series of yips, as pleasurably painful shudders run through your body, you tailhole clenching up on the kitten's arm as it is at its deepest, trapping it there, the feeling of fullness making you convulse as your knotted cock sprays out a couple dozen jets of cum all over your body. You hear the dad moan out, him having left his squatting position, and you feel his cum spatter against your face, some of it making it into your mouth, and you swallow his salty kittybatter down with relish. For a while you just lie there panting, utterly exhausted from it all, your tailhole still gripping the kitten firmly, and you hear him ooh as he lays a paw on your stomach, feeling himself through your skin and muscles, despite your stomach muscles being utterly cramped up from all the sensations in your body, your legs still bent back rigidly, your paw gripping your knot, milking out every single drop of seed from your balls that are pulled painfully tight against your body. You finally relax as little, and push the back of your head against the table with a mighty groan as the kitten then slowly pulls out his paw from your hole, again mirroring your treatment of him earlier, taking care to not hurt you on his way out. [["You should see yourself!"]]

There's a shutter noise, then a couple more, and you know the adult cat has taken a few pictures of your spent body. You gasp out as your legs are pulled towards the edge of the table, and squeak out with surprise as the man picks you up, your scat covered face pushing into his chestfur. "Let's get you cleaned up, puppy," he says as he steps away from the table. He carries you to the bathtub, turns on the shower head and gently lowers you once the water is nice and hot. The steamy water ironically amplifies the stench of his shit as he aims it at your face and sprays it off to run down the drain, using his paw to scrub a little to get some persistent pieces out of your fur. Once you have been given a good rinse, he aims the water at the bottom of the bathtub, flushing away all of the brown matter. You open your eyes now, stinging a bit from the water, and the dad is right in front of you, his chest area a total brown mess, so you ask him to get in as well. He looks down crosseyedly and then back at your abashedly, gets in the tub himself, and washes himself down. The kitten is standing there as well, the fur from his paw to his elbow //utterly// covered in white semen and intestinal gooey slime. The dad finishes his rinse, puts the plug in, and changes the waterflow to a faucet that begins to fill the tub with water, adding in some pine-smelling soap that makes the water erupt in bubbles. "Get in, Edward," he says to the kitten, his tone friendly, and the little guy hops in the water as well. The dad sits himself down, and make you sit with your butt to his crotch, and the kitten to sit up against you, and you take a nice, relaxing bath where you rub soapy water onto the kitten and his dad does the same for you. Occasionally making you two scoot forwards, hold your noses, and dunk your heads underwater. You take some foamy water into your mouth from time to time and gurgle it between your teeth to wash out the scat. The bath ends with the plug being pulled, and the dad rinsing off your bodies, before he grabs a couple of towels and dry both of you cubs off with gentle motions, occasionally tickling his cub or grabbing your spent genitals. You make the motions to leave to explore the festival, and the dad stops you, wanting to show you something. He finds his phone and open his gallery, opening a pic he took of you: It's a close-up of your boyish face utterly covered in his brown waste, a turd snaking over your eyes and dropping down the side of your head, your mouth open and panting, brown mess all over its insides, the underside of your tongue slightly pink, but the rest is just pure and muddy brown, spatters of semen covering the shit like icing on a cake. The image burns its way inside your mind and you murr in appreciation before heading out. [[Leave->Explore the festival]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

You step out the door of the VIP dwelling and see your dad and his friends hurrying off in the distance, probably to see some grindcore band or some other noisy act that doesn't quite agree with your ears. The sky is overcast, and the sun is setting behind the clouds, giving off quite a gloomy lighting that is offset by the many lamps and lights at the festival. You turn around to look at the VIP dwelling, a wooden structure shaped to look like the metal horns you throw at concerts, and the two towers where the bedrooms are located as well as the cladding that makes of the rest of the paw are ringed with red LED strips from top to bottom, it looks absolutely cool from a distance, all the dwellings oriented so they face against the stage area and can be seen from there. Even though the sky is overcast, it's not cold, if anything it feels like the cloud cover has insulated the air and it is only marginally colder than during the daytime. Your black band t-shirt with jagged writing on it is more than enough to keep you warm, and your shorts and sandals are fine as well [[Explore the VIP area]] [[Go to the entrance to the stage area]] [[Check out the porta potty area on the main grounds]]

You are at the stage area of the festival. There are two bigger scenes and one smaller. There's a concert going on at one of the bigger scenes, noisy, grinding guitars, fast drumming and a screeching vocalist. Not your kind of music. The second big scene has a very long line of furs waiting to be admitted to the front-of-stage pit, some of them looking over to the music on the first one and bobbing their heads to the music, others looking as disgusted by it as you feel. The shops and stalls have long lines in front of them, furs getting liquored up or getting their evening dinner. There's also a small porta potty area and a couple restroom container buildings to the side [[Go queue up for the next big act]] [[Go to the porta potties]] [[Your dad and his buddies are at the concert, head towards the noisy music]] [[Check out the container restrooms]] [[Head out to the main grounds of the festival->Go to the entrance to the stage area]]

You look at the billboard next to the scene, and can see that the next act here is going to be Stone Ram, a very popular hardrock band that are topping the charts, regularily played on the radio, and just the mix of hard and melodic you like. They sing in a foreign language, but that doesn't matter, the guttural nature of that language making the vocalist sound even more cool than if it was in english. The queue to the front-of-stage pit is hundreds of furs long, some are sitting down, chatting and drinking beers, a few are sitting on some tiny tripod camping stools, the only ones allowed inside the music area, as they are easily folded up and put away so as to not be bothersome for the other festival goers. There is no movement yet, the proces of letting people in front of the stage hasn't begun. [[Join the queue]] [[Leave->Follow the music]]

In the gloomy light of the overcast sky, you make your way over to the porta potty area. Here, the small plastic buildings are spookily lit up from the light coming from the VIP village, the finger-horn structures glowing omniously in the distance, looking cool as hell. There's a well-visited urinal area as well, many furs of various species unloading their bladders. Surprisingly, there's not a lot of activity at the porta potties, the guests haven't had their bowels moved by the evening meals yet it seems. As you get closer, you notice a wolf and bunny cub having a small argument in front of one of the porta potties. "Come on, Alex. why do I need to stand here?" the wolf almost shouts out. "Please just do it, Johnny, I need you to stand watch!" the small bunny cub says. "Fine," the wolf cub says with a huff, and watches with dissaproving eyes and a curled-up nose from the smell, as the bunny enters a porta potty, not closing the door entirely. The strong spring on the door too powerful for the little cub to overcome once its fully closed. [[Barge in on the bunny you raped earlier]] [[Enter the porta potty of the cute bunny you seduced earlier]] [[Approach the unhygeinic wolf cub you had fun with earlier]] [[Take a walk around the urinal area]] [[These cubs don't interest you. Leave->Follow the music]]

You go towards the scene with the noisy music and check out the band on the big screens. Two guitarists, a drummer and a vocalist are on the scene. They are dressed in black leather covered with spikes and studs, their faces painted black and white making them look like rockstar demons. The guitars are warbling out a fast tune, if you could call it that, the sweating drummer beating the drumset like it owed him money and the "singer" is schreeching unintelligble words that grind in your ears. You pull out your earbuds and plug them in, wishing you had a big pair of earmufflers instead. There's a good amount of furs standing around, and it is somewhat difficult for your small form to make its way through the crowd, the settling darkness making people overlook you unless you actively push them to get past when you cannot find a path through the spectators. You finally make your way over to the front of the sound technicians' booth, and as the track is finished, you see your dad and his friends throwing finger horns and yelling out their praise for this atrocious music. Robért the rooster is the first to notice you, and he smiles and waves happily and shouts at the others pointing in your direction, the rest of them waving as well, Jack throwing you some finger horns. You get near them, and your dad shouts out something that is blown away from the noise starting up from the scene, the band not talking to the audience and resuming playing after a few moments of cheers and raised paws from the audience. You look up at the technicians' booth, and notice it's elavated over the ground, putting them about 8 feet up, a couple of yellow-vested security workers with walkie-talkies strapped to their chests keeping a lookout over the crowd, ready to call in reinforcements if an accident happens or stopping the music if the crowd gets too rowdy or surging towards the front of the stage. [[Go over to your dad]]

There's quite a while until Stone Ram appears on stage, you have time enough to explore the festival some more [[Leave->Follow the music]] [[Stay in the queue]]

You take confident strides towards the occupied porta potty, brushing past the wolf cub standing watch. "H-Hey!" he says, and tries to grab your arm. "That's my bitch in there," you respond, agilely evading him, quickly stepping inside and locking the door before turning to face the shocked-looking bunny. The rabbit is sitting on the rim, his shorts and undies down to his feet, which are dangling off the floor, not able to make contact. His green eyes are shocked at your entrance, their piercing colour a stark contrast to his pristine white fur. (link:"Straddle him and force him into a kiss")[With his shorts fully down, the small rabbit is powerless to stop you from climbing onto the the structure, settling your weight on your knees and resting your crotch against his stomach. You grab a hold of his neck and pull him into a kiss, your dominant position makes it impossible for him to get away, and your tongue makes its way into his protesting mouth, gravity making your drool fall into it, as you slobber at his lips with your broad canine tongue. Johnny, the wolf cub, is banging at the door. So far not too loud and easily masked by the music from the stage, so you simply ignore him and lock gaze with the wide eyes of the bunny as you claim his mouth with your tongue. A series of poofs makes it out of his behind, your weight on his crotch and stomach making him empty his bowels down the porta potty. The smell of his gasses is mild and vegetarian in nature, smelling more like manure than the filthy stuff you usually play around with. [[Get off and pull his legs up]]]

You take confident strides towards the occupied porta potty, brushing past the wolf cub standing watch. "H-Hey!" he says, and tries to grab your arm. "That's my boyfriend in there," you respond, agilely evading him, savouring the shocked stare his icy-blue eyes give you, quickly stepping inside and locking the door before turning to face the shocked-looking bunny. "John-! Wait, it's you again!" the surprised cub says to you, his white paws covering his nethers as he's sitting on the rim with his shorts and undies down to his shoes, which are dangling above the floor, too short to reach. There is an insistent knocking on the door, the wolf cub outside yelling out, "Alex! Alex, are you alright?" The bunny's piercing green eyes lock to your own lustful gaze, then down as he notices you are ditching your shorts and sandals, the red of your cock already poking out of its sheath. "It's okay, Johnny!" he calls out, "The fox is a... friend!" The knocking ceases, then the wolf boy calls out uncertainly, "He said he's your //boyfriend//?" the tone on the last word making it into a question. The bunny looks at you with a blush, his paws go to his face and cover his mouth as he takes a sharp intake of air. "Is that true? Alex. Alex, answer me!" Johnny calls out. (link:"Tell the bunny to send his friend away")[You command the shy rabbit to send his friend away. His eyes widen further, then take note of your growing cock that you are slowly pumping with your paw, his blushing intensifying and his own dicklet stirring a tiny bit. "Johnny," he says in almost a whisper, "please go away." You hear a huff through the door, then an "okay," and you can almost sense from the voice how the wolf cub's shoulders slump as he walks away in confusion, and maybe even dissapointment. [[Tell the bunny to take off his clothes]]]

You make your way over to the wolf cub whose nice, big cock filled your bum earlier today. As you get nearer, his icy-blue eyes widen in recognition, and he blushes a little. The cub is just the right mixture of gruff, awkward and dirty to pique your interest on a deeper level, and you step in with a "Hi there, stud," before grabbing his package and giving him a peck on his snout, making him blush even further, your own cheeks warming up at little, surprising you at the emotions you feel from seeing the boy again. He takes a small step back and looks around furtively, obviously anxious with all the furs around, but no one are paying you any mind, and his uncertain gaze returns to you. "Hi!" he says, "uhmmm, thanks for... Earlier," he says with an even bigger blush, his shorts tenting a little from the memories, the strange red light from the VIP area making the shadow of the bulge seem bigger than it is, making your own dick throb in its sheath. (link:"\"Wanna have some more fun?\"")[The lupine boy blushes even further from your idea, the tenting in his shorts quite obvious now. He's definitely interested! You decide to take the initiative, grab one of his paws, and begin dragging him towards a porta potty for some privacy, but he stops dead in his tracks, his stronger form easily able to resist your pull. "Ermmm, I don't want to play around inside one of those things again," he says matter-of-factly. Somewhat brusquely pulling his paw from your grasp. You do recall the nauseous look on his face earlier, and even if you don't mind, it suddenly becomes important to you that the wolf is as comfortable with your escapades as possible. "Where do we go then?" you ask him, and his cute face turns into a frown. "Well, we can't really go back me and Alex' camp, my mom is still there.." he looks a bit dejected at the thought, looking down, then he notices your special armband, "Wow! Do you live in the VIP area?" You nod in confirmation, and his ears go from perky to drooping in an instant, "Oh. Well.. I mean. I can't get in there, there's no place we can go then." You feel a slight twist in your heart from his statement, then you perk up and give him a big smile, making him return it awkwardly. [[Suggest you go to you and your dad's tent]] ]

You step down, breaking your kiss, and easily hoist up the small bunny's feet, tangled in his shorts and undies. He mewls out as you greedily stick your tongue into his tailhole, the flesh barely puffy from the breeding you gave him earlier, and totally free of poopstains as his fiber-rich turds has left his sphincter without a smudge. As your tongue makes contact with his small pucker, he moans out, and you knew it was the right decision to claim this bitch earlier, he's simply a natural bottom, and his tiny erection is already spasming at full length from your dominant kissing, and throbbing further from your tongue sampling his musky warmth. His fur is immaculate, and even if musky, his tailhole smells and tastes slightly like soap. Such a pristine cub for you to claim! He squeaks out another moan, as you force your tongue deeply inside his tailhole, lapping away at his insides, loosening his hole further and slathering it with your drool. The knocking on the door is getting more intense, the wolf cub outside shouting the bunny's name insistently. (link:"Order the bunny to stand up and kick off his shorts and undies")[You let your tongue out of his tailhole with a slurp, the rabbit cub having a dissapointed look on his face, before you order him to loose his shorts and undies and stand against the door. It's just the two of you, so there is plenty of space for him to start kicking off his shoes first, squeaking loudly as you grab his erect nipples through his black band t-shirt. You throw off your own sandals and shorts, your throbbing red cock spasming in anticipation of claiming that tight bunny hole once again. He moves towards the door, and you order him to place his paws on it, and stick his rump out, which he does with rabbit-like swiftness, his tiny pecker throbbing in anticipation of what happens next. "Alex! Alex! Are you allright?" You can hear the wolf shout from outside, the door rattling from his insistent knocking. "I-It's okay, JohnyyYYIYIIYIYIYIYY!" the rabbit squeals out as your throbbing cock makes its way deeply inside his tailhole. [[Rut the bunny]]]

You instantly pick up speed, determined to breed this little bunny bitch, and your cock is thrust into his backside to about half its length, before you pull out, and repeat the proces, making the bunny squeal and moan from the sudden and swift fucking he's receiving. Your mating makes the door rattle even louder than Johnny's knocking, as the cute bunny cannot contain your strength, and his whole upper body is mushed against it from the weight of your eager fucking. "What's happening there?" the wolf cub cries out, and you suddenly get an idea. (link:"Invite him in")[You stop your fucking for a moment, and look down at the blissful and submissive face of your bunny bitch. "Let's give your friend a show," you tell him, and unlock the door, slipping your cock out of his slutty hole and stepping back to the seat of the porta potty and sitting down, your feet barely able to make contact with the floor. "Get up here," you tell the rabbit, and he timidly makes his way over and climbs up, looking back scaredly at the door. "Come on in!" you shout, and the wolf slowly opens the door, taking in the lewd sight with wide eyes, icy-blue irisis widened with shock from it all. "Alex, are you okay?" he asks uncertainly, as he steps in fully, the door closing with a bang behind him. The cute bunny is blushing from the act of being so exposed to his friend, his knees are on the raised structure and his puffy tailhole is on wide display, as is his tiny erection between his legs, your own knotted cock throbbing beneath him. You tell the wolf to lock the door and enjoy the show, which he does, surprisingly enough, his motions wooden and robotic, his mind obviously in shock from it all. [[Ride me, bitch]]]

You grab a hold of your knotted cock and point it straight upwards, and the needy bunny instantly pushes his small buttom down to make contact, your throbbing meat making its way deeply inside him. His legs are shaking lightly, from the exertion, from his hornyness, from his shame of being so utterly exposed and dominated in front of his friend, his face utterly red, yet he start gyrating his hips over your cock, pushing down and eventually hilting you completely, lewd squelches coming from his tailhole as it devours your rod to the knot and back again. You force the bunny into a slobbering kiss, your tongues dancing, and you look past the rabbit to the wolf, who is blushing just as much, his shorts beginning to tent up, his paws rigidly down at his sides, clenched up. "Why don't you take off your clothes?" you half-ask/half-command with a horny wink of your eyes, before closing them and enjoying the sensation of the rabbit riding your cock while your tongues explore each others' mouths, though it's clearly your dominating tongue that makes the most of it, caressing the insides of his entire mouth and tying knots around his much smaller tongue that tries in vain to keep up. After a short while of blissful fucking and kissing, you open your eyes again, and the wolf cub is now fully naked, having ditched all his clothes in a pile on the floor. He's a bit taller and more strongly built than you, his fully erect canine cock is also //significantly// larger than your own, almost as big as your dad's! His grey pelt looks slightly grimy, the fur has several rough patches, and you notice some distinct spatters of yellowish canine slime on the rod he's slowly pumping in his paw. He's still blushing like mad, but his tongue is out in panting, his eyes locked on the sight in front of him, his bunny friend riding a stranger's foxcock like he was a pornstar, his canine prick beginning to spray spatters of precum from his excitement. [[Invite him to have a go at it]]

You order the bunny to lift his butt off your cock, and he mewls with dissapointment as your rock-hard erection exits his hole, then you suggest to the wolf cub that he should have a go at his friend's needy bottom. The sight is marvelous to behold, the bunny looking back, his ears flopped down in shame, his facial fur glowing a bright red, the wolf's blue eyes shining with lust, yet his blushing face looks at his friend in doubt and indecision. The throbbing wolf-meat between his legs just held by his paw, as the gears are turning in his mind, sprays of precum still making its way out of the slimy and grimy organ. "It-It's okay Johnny," the bunny stammers out, "I don't mind." With that, the wolf cub finally takes a step forwards, and then another, his paw angling his big cock towards the cute rabbit's eager behind. You take ahold of the bunny's head, and force him into a kiss again, denying him the chance to observe his lupine friend sticking his cock into him. As the spasming member makes contact with his tailhole, he moans out in your mouth, and leans his face forward into your kiss, while you can feel his bottom arching backwards towards the wolf cub's cock. The cubs gasp out in unison, as the meaty cock of the wolf penetrates the rabbit, you feel the small cub being rocked forward as he is hilted fully on the first push, pressing his squeaking muzzle deeply onto yours, his kissing intensifiying as his hole is filled so swiftly and so much. Up close, it's clear the wolf hasn't had a shower today, and probably not yesterday either, his bodyfur is grimy and he's quite smelly with adolescent sweat, the musk heady and virile, easily overpowering the stink coming from within the porta potty. He takes a firm hold of the bunny's shoulders, and start riding that tight hole with determination, his hesitancy over. Each thrust pushes the small cub against you, making your sway backwards a little, as your muzzles are locked in tight, your tongues dancing with each other, you grab your throbbing cock from the intensity of it all, the slick pre all over the shaft aiding your mastrubation. The wolf thrusts wildly now, with all the skill and care of a virgin claiming his first hole, erratic, too-deep, his knot pushing against the bunny's tailhole with wet squelches and sucking noises, almost pushing the thick meat in on each push. The bunny moans and squeals into your mouth, his friend's weight pushing his body against you, and you feel his tiny pecker spasming wildly from the hard fucking he's recieving. They are both nearing their respective orgasms, that much is clear, and you stroke your own erection in tandem with the wolf's wild thrusts. [[Double-penetrate the bunny]]

You let your muzzle off the rabbit's and call out for the wolf to stop fucking his buddy. He is barely able to comply, simply resting his pelvis against the bunny's backside, his knot dangerously close to slipping in from the sounds of the white-furred cub's loud and high-pitched moan, his panting tongue is sucked into his mouth, and he stares somewhat wildly at you, obviously primally angered at being stopped in his rutting, barely able to listen to reasoning. You explain to him that you want to try fucking the bunny, the two of you at once, and the wolf's face scrounges up in doubt. You persist, and tell him to pull out, so the rabbit can sit on your cock, and then he can try to penetrate him again. The bunny cub is such a natural bottom, you are sure he can take it! And it seems like he agrees, because he pushes his bottom forward, slipping out a couple of inches of the wolf's meat, before the larger cub relents and pulls out of his friend's tailhole with an audible pop. You are sad not to see the sight of that stretched tailhole spasming and probably gaping a little. With your paw as guidance on your throbbing cock, the rabbit sinks down on it again, hilting you easily, as his well-fucked tailhole is now lubed inside and out with two canines' copious precum. You lean backwards, resting your elbows on the sides of the seat, and pull up your legs so there is space for the wolf to step even closer to the rabbit's backside. His eyes are intense as they stare down at the filled hole, his paw grabbing his slick cock and positioning the red flesh to prod at the underside of your own which is facing up, barely sinking the tip in before the bunny starts moaning out from the stretch. "J-Johnny," he mewls out, as the wolf leans forwards, grabbing his shoulders and driving his cock deeper still. The stimulation on your cock is immense, you feel the wolfdick grinding against your own, stretching the bunny and pressuring your own turgid flesh further, making the tightness as noticeable as the first time you bred the herbivore. The wolf doesn't have the best angle to fuck his buddy, and he has to squat down slightly, the position meaning he cannot fuck him as hard as before, yet he perseveres, his cock driving deeply into the rabbit, stimulating your cock in the progress, as you are content to simple lie there with your length imbedded in the smaller cub while his friend stuffs him full of canine cock. "Oh, Oh, Oh Alex," the wolf moans out as he drives his cock to the base, your knots rubbing almost painfully against each other, before he leans forward the best he can and grabs the bunny's muzzle and angles it into an awkward kiss, your position giving you first seat to the hot action as both cubs are blushing deeply and moaning into each others' mouths. [[Get the wolf to knot his little bunny buddy]]

It's obvious from the moans and groans of you all, that climaxes are speedily approaching. The bunny squeaking and moaning in a high-pitched voice as his tailhole is being spread so wide, and you and the wolf from the added stimulation of your throbbing cocks grinding against eachother inside the rabbit's tight tailhole. You decide to pull a little sneaky on them both, lowering your legs so you can find some purchase on the side of the elevated structure with your feet, not the best angle, but you can use your legs to push a bit upwards now, the wolf's knees occasionally brushing or battering into your knees or shins when he thrusts. Now it's truly a double-penetration, your cocks move on their own, at various speeds, the sensations sending the bunny into overdrive as the stimulation pushes him over the edge, his insides clamping down harder still on the two red rockets buried under his tail, as his tiny pecker bobs and weaves around, sending a couple of drops of rabbit-seed flying. This causes both you and the wolf to groan out in pleasure, your own orgasms getting near. With a mighty heave, you grab a hold of the bunny's backside, using your elbows as leverage and push upwards all that you can with both your arms and your pelvis, timing it so it happens when the wolf is on the pullout. Then you support the bunny's weight with just your arms, as you forcibly yank your cock out of him, the small cub squeaking in surprise, before the full thrust of his wolf friend brings his thick knot into contact with the loose pucker and sinking in with a loud pop and a louder cry of pleasure from both the wolf and the bunny, as the fat cock of the wolf boy is totally buried in his friend's well-stretched tailhole. You scoot to the side, awkwardly, as the wolf is left holding the squealing and moaning bunny he has so filled up with his knotted cock, managing to slip under the bunny, putting a foot on the floor and then stepping fully up the elevated structure of the seat, your head brushing against the ceiling. You are standing there, and you pump your cock furiously at the sight, the bunny mewling and moaning as his wolf friend sprays rope after rope of juvenile semen into his asshole. Your own orgasm swiftly arrives, and you spray cum all over the pair, who hardly notice you painting their headfur with your puppybatter, as they are locked together in a deep kiss, the bunny mewling out in contentment every time his friend makes a shallow thrust that drives his canine cock ever-so-slightly deeper inside him. You simply stand there, panting, your spent cock in your paws, as you enjoy the two cubs kissing and joined together, then you jump down, holding the wolf's shoulder for balance. He breaks the kiss, and looks at you with his tongue lolling out of his muzzle, blue eyes glazed over from his post-orgasmic haze. "Enjoy your time together," you say teasingly, and slap the wolf on his ass, knowing his well-endowned, fully embedded knot wont go down for a while. [[Leave->Follow the music]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

The bunny starts by removing his black band t-shirt, revealing the pristine white fur of his tummy, which is slightly bulgy from cubfat as he hasn't really entered puberty yet. He then kicks off his shoes, revealing some fairly big bunny-feet, and then shakes off his shorts and undies. He's blushing as he's sitting there naked in front of you, taking in the sight of your own naked body, your clothes discarded on the floor around you. His dicklet is twitching in an attempt for an erection, yet his attention is all on your puppymaker, your knotted cock fully out of its sheath, as you mastrubate its length in enjoyment of the sight in front of you. (link:"Tell the bunny to stand up and present his butt to you")[The small cub jumps down from the seat, and makes a show out of presenting his butt to you, his small tail swishing this way and that as he is wiggling his hips playfully. A natural bottom! You step forward and get on your knees, taking a couple of big sniffs, barely detecting any musk and mostly getting the scent of soap. He squeaks as your cold nose makes contact with his taint, then moan out in pleasure as your broad canine tongue makes contact with his pucker. You lap at and around his tailhole, the cute bunny's erection hardening up further from the treatment, the cub moaning as you pleasure his ass with your mouth. "W-Wait!" he suddenly calls out, before expelling a long poof of a fart directly into your mouth. The smell is hard to describe, but definitely less foul than anything you have ever experienced, reminding you more of the mild scent of the air around a newly fertilized field than anything else. You groan out in naughty pleasure, and get back to slathering his backside with your spit, your broad tongue finally making its way into his tight hole. [[Something bitter touches your tongue]]]

Your cock throbs from the raunchy feeling of your tongue making contact with the bunny's waste. The initial taste is slightly bitter, yet also sweet and almost... //savory//, and you moan out with delightful naughtiness as your tongue pushes into his hole again and sample some more of that delicious cubscat. The bunny is looking back at you with confusion in his face, yet his dicklet is throbbing harder still, now fully erect from the sensations going on in his butt. (link:"Tell the bunny to let loose")["Are you sure?" the cute rabbit asks, and you hum in excitement, digging your tongue in as far as it can, brown streaks deposited on it, that you proudly show off to the rabbit, who gets a bit of a nauseous look to his face, before brightening up. "I knew you liked my pee, but poop is icky, isn't it?" You shake your head at that preposterous notion, and lean in for another deep lick, scraping off some more of his delicious cubscat, the taste of it sending your taste-buds into a horny overdrive and you start to massage your knot, your cock spraying out jets of precum over the floor and the rabbit's legs. "Oh, oh! You must really want my poop!" the bunny cries out, as his tailhole begins to loosen a bit. You hum in agreement, and pull back your muzzle to take in the sight of his pucker spasming and expanding from the stool it's pushing out. You lean in with a murr, and the bunny defacates right into your mouth. A nice and firm log of his scat is deposited there, and you make a "mhhhmhhhmm" noise to make him clench up, which he does, pinching off a decent turd into your hungry maw. You tug on your knot as you begin to chomp down on his waste, the taste just as delicious as you initially thought, his obviously vegetarian diet making the turd firm and flavourful, yet without the pungent bitterness of a meateater. Explosions of sweet flavours enter your tastebuds, as you munch on digested corn and carrot pieces, making you groan out in naughty delight, your cock intensifying its spraying of precum. With sloppy slurping sounds, moans and groans, you munch the firm cubscat into a thick paste you then swallow, the rich texture of the scat making itself felt all down your throat, landing heavily in your stomach, almost quelling your raunchy hunger. (link:"But what about second breakfast?")[ But there is more to be had, and as you swallow down the last piece with a flavourful burp, you lean in and start licking the bunny's tailhole again. This time he doesn't hesitate, and pushes out the rest of his waste, a slightly smaller turd than lands in your mouth and doesn't really deposit any taste until you start munching on it. You are slowly mastrubating your throbbing cock in tandem to your slow chewing, as you take the time to fully savour the rich flavour and fibrous texture of the rabbit's scat, each swallow making you throb and shoot out thick ropes of precum that are getting whiter and whiter, you are almost at the edge of your orgasm. "Want me to pee in your mouth as well," the bunny says, almost brazenly as he has really gotten into it, turning around holding his dicklet, though his erection has died down from the lack of anal stimulation. (link:"Open your mouth")[You open your mouth, and the rabbit gets a nauseous look on his face as he is treated with the sight of the mound of bunnyshit still inside it. Then he steels himself and steps in, his pristine, scentless dick resting on your lower lip, painting it a little brown, then he relaxes his bladder. The stream of bunnypiss is simply delightful, its sweet nature mixing well with the delicious brown paste in your mouth, breaking it further up, and you begin to swallow the mix of shit and pee, the slurry substance easily making its way to your stomach. At the end, your mouth is empty of all but some brown streaks, and you are noisily slurping away at his dicklet, your paw sneaking under his bottom and pressing against his tailhole, making him moan out and his tiny dick harden up in your mouth, as you slip a couple of digits into his spit-covered sphincter. [[Tell the rabbit to bend over]]]]]

"Do you want to put your penis inside me," the cub asks with excitement, and you nod in affirmation, getting off your knees and presenting your turgid cock to the bunny. He takes a hold of it with an ohhh, and mastrubates your slick length a little, getting a feel for your firm and warm cock that you want to stick into him. "Do you think it will fit," he asks wonderingly, no fear at all in the tone of his voice, and you tell him you are sure you can get it in, knot and all. "Knot?" he questions, and you guide his paw to grip around your throbbing knot, its size a little intimidating to the small bunny, but he also gets more excited and you notice his dicklet spasming at his thought. Without another word, he moves over to the door of the porta potty and rests his paws against it, leaning forward and arching his back. "Come on and get me," he says seductively, and wiggle his hips around a little. You step forward and angle your cock at his tailhole, gently pushing in the tapered tip and resting there, the bunny moaning from the sensation of the small stretch. You push your hips further then, pushing in about a third of your slick length into his needy tailhole and he moans out loudly and pushes his ass back, taking in another third. What a natural! You groan out from the sensation of his tight hole, and push in the final third, your knot resting against his tailhole. (link:"Tell the bunny he has to say \"fuck me.\"")[The cub looks back at you with his green eyes, his slightly shameful expression turning to hornyness at the lewd request. "Please.. Please Fu..." he's stammering at the naughty word. "Please fuck me!" he almost yells out, finally getting the curseword out of his mouth. You comply and begin to fuck the bunny, squelches coming from his tailhole, and his high-pitched voice getting even more shrill as he moans and squeaks from the treatment. You begin with slow and sensual strokes, but lust quickly overcome you and soon your knot is smashing against his tailhole, the door rattling as you claim his ass with swift and powerful thrusts, each one threatening to push his tailhole fully open and take in your knot. [[Slow down and ask the bunny if he wants to switch]]]

The bunny looks back at you, biting his lip from the sensations going through his body, and then his glazed-over eyes sharpen. "You mean, to... F-Fuck you?" he stammers. You nod and grip his spasming dicklet, giving it a few tugs, and the cub smiles in agreement with the idea. You slowly pull your cock out of his tailhole and turn away from the bunny, opting to stand over the rim of the porta potty and using the elevated structure for purchase, spreading out your legs and squatting a bit, so the shorter cub can have a go at you. The smell coming from within is pretty bad, your nose almost burning from it, sending shivers through your body and making your cock spasm. The bunny gets closer, and you hear a thump as he settles on his knees first, opting to give you a rimjob with his small tongue. You moan out as he starts lapping at your pucker, not even hesitating from the musky smell coming from ass, digging his organ in deep and making rapid thrusts with his tongue that penetrate your sphincter to your great pleasure. (link:"\"Come on then, fuck me.\"")[With the dimunitive size of the boy's pecker, you don't need anymore warmup, and tell the rabbit to get on with it. He gets to his feet and aligns his small rod to your tailhole, and sinks the length in with hardly any resistance. You can feel his dicklet spasming inside you, but the sensation is very faint, like fingering yourself with your pinkie, still, it arouses you greatly to hear the bunny moan out as your tight ass clenches down on him. He begins to thrust, quite gently at first, figuring out the motions and how far back he can pull his dicklet, occasionally slipping out and having to re-insert it. (link:"The bunny grips your hips")[You feel his small paws grab a hold of your hips and he speeds up a little. Then a lot. Wow that's fast! His hips must be a blur as he fucks you with the speed of his feral cousins, the tiny dick moving around erratically, pressing against the sides of your sphincter with great force, as his small length pistons back and forth. You //really// feel him now, as the folds of your sphincter are not as much stretched as they are battered by his rapidfire dick, making you moan out. The bunny is grunting like he's lifting a heavy load, his pelvis smacks into your buttocks with lewd slaps that fill the small room. Such is the vigour with which he fucks you, that the entire porta potty structure begins to wobble, his jackhammering transferring through your paws that desperately hold onto the elevated structure of the porta potty as your ass is battered by his small dick, the contents within its bowels get stirred and the stench assaulting your nose magnifies significantly, almost turning your moans into gags. [[Ask the bunny to switch again]] ]]

You are almost as dissapointed as the bunny is, when you tell him to stop so you can switch, his dicklet ceasing its almost vibrator-like treatment of your tailhole, but you just cannot get the thought of knotting the small cub out of your mind. You barely feel him pulling out, though your asshole is quite sore from the machine-gun jabbing it has just recieved. He then turns around and steps to the door of the porta potty, resting his paws on it and arching his back like a good slut, even if he's dissapointed to not shoot his load inside, he still loves the feeling of your cock, and look back at you and gasp in delight as you slide your knotted cock deeply into his tailhole, his bright green eyes sparkling with lust. (link:"Rut your little bitch")[You grab his hips and push your cock in until your knot is pressing against his tailhole, and then you begin to properly fuck the bunny cub, deep and fast thrust that make his ass squelch loudly and your orgasm approach with speed. You rut him faster still, harder, laying a great fucking onto his ass, your knot pressing against his loosened ring again and again, pushing his tailhole wider and wider open until you finally drive your knot into his backside, the bunny squealing out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his ass is stretched wide open before closing down on your knot. The door rattles as you short-thrust your way through your orgasm, the sensation of the bolbous, engorged and throbbing flesh grinding against his prostate making the cub moan out in his own orgasm, a few drops of semen flying from his dicklet. You slow down a little and finally stop, his spasming insides milking your cock as you rest your paws on his backside and catch your breath. (link:"Tell him to sit down with you")[You gently tug at his ass and pull him away from the door, instructing him to sit down with you, and you put your back to the side of the porta potty and lower yourself slowly, sliding down the plastic, your fur making a bit of static noises, the bunny gingerly following down as well, as much by choice as by being pulled by your cock. You sit down and splay your legs wide, the cub nestled in your lap, and you grab and turn his head and meet his muzzle with your own. He makes a bit of an ewww noise from your bad breath, but you smother it with your tongue travelling deeply into his mouth, his eyes glaze over and he hungrily returns the favour, the taste of scat soon forgotten as your combined spit washes it away. Your cock slowly deflates, as the two of you kiss with sloppy eagerness, the awkward position not bothering you since you both are utterly engrossed in the passionate moment. So intense is your kissing, that you barely notice your cock sliding out of his tailhole, though the bunny moans into your mouth as his ass is left feeling empty. You get him to scoot around, and he now sits on his knees and you continue the kissing, lewd slurps and smacks filling the room. Eventually you both calm down and part muzzles, his bright green eyes dancing with joy and naughtiness. You both know your time here is finished, but you make a slow game out of dressing each other, giggling cutely as you use some toilet paper to wipe away stray cum from his fur and his tailhole, he returns the favour to you, and you end up mostly cleaned up and dressed, ready to explore the festival again. "Uhm, maybe I'll see you later?" the bunny says, as he exits the porta potty in front of you, quickly getting lost in the crowd. [[Leave->Follow the music]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]] ]]

You feel a surge of exitement, and tell the wolf about the tent out on the main grounds you and your dad slept in until yesterday. You are pretty sure he hasn't had the time to go out and pack it up while you slept, so the structure must still be standing! The wolf cub's ears perk up at your idea, and his smile gets even wider, "that sounds like a great idea!" he exclaims before hugging you out of nowhere, quickly letting you go with an awkward motion, again looking around anxiously, and you take the moment to lean in, kissing him right on his lips as his head turns towards you again. It's short, but sweet, your lips meeting, his gasp of surprise turning into a tiny, tiny moan of comfort, before anxiety again shows in his eyes, his posture turns rigid and he pulls back. "Can you like, not do that out here in the open?" he asks, flustered. You give him mischevious grin and a nod. You'll respect his boundaries, for now. As you make the motions to leave, he suddenly remembers his bunny friend who is still inside the not-quite-closed porta potty. "Uhm, I guess we should wait until Alex is finished in there," he mutters. (link:"Convince him to leave his friend behind")[You tell the wolf cub that his friend will be allright, and that the worst that can happen is someone opening the stall by accident, which will be awkward but not dangerous or anything. The cub ponders this thought for a moment, his shorts still tenting, his second head maybe influencing his decision, and he nods and agrees. The wolf steps to the porta potty and gives it a few knocks. "Hey, Alex! I forgot my phone back in camp! I'll just go and get it, so I don't miss any of the show!" he yells out. "But, but Johnny, can't you wait a little? I'll be finished soon!" the plaintive voice of the bunny comes from inside. "Nah, it'll be fine, I'll be back in no time! Let's just meet up at the queue for Stone Ram, keep a spot for me there, will ya?" the wolf calls out. There is a long, drawn-out pause, and then a muffled "okay," can be heard from inside. Johnny gives the door two knocks as he turns away, "see you soon, Alex!" then he turns to face you again, his blue eyes locked to your own, and he pitches his head to the side in a "let's go!" motion [[Leave for the main festival grounds]]]

You make your way out of the stage area and enter the main festival grounds. Here, the orderlyness of the checkered roads marked by poles and trampled grass is offset by the wide variety of tents in all shapes and sizes. From tiny one-person ridge-style tents, to large domed tents capable of hosting dozens of furs in their festival chairs, keeping them protected from the elements while they drink, party and listen to loud music on the speakers they have brought with them. Your dad has told you of the old days, when a ghettoblaster was the peak of personal music, battery life of few hours and it cost a minor fortune in D-sized batteries to keep the party going on. Nowadays, the rechargeable speakers are more powerful and last longer than ever, you go past several camps, groupings of tents with a cleared area between where friends hang out, that host the so-called "soundboxes", large, rectangular loudspeakers that can blare out such volume that regular speech is impossible and the bass can be felt from far away. You walk side-by-side with the wolf cub, stealing shy looks and blushes at each other, your paws sometimes brushing but never grabbing hold of each other out of anxiousness and timidity. Each time your paws brush, you feel a flutter of emotions in your stomach, it feels like your heart is all up in your throat, and the tip of your dick is constantly pushing against the fabric of your shorts as you are sporting a half-boner. Johnny seems to be the same, and you slyly catch a look at the bulge in his shorts from time to time. The area near you and your dad's "camp" is utterly trashed. There are empty cans everywhere, trash, food wrappings, a couple of footballs and a bunch of scattered wooden blocks of some kind of camping game. On the trampled-grass road is arrayed a circle of festival chairs, about a score of teenagers are sitting there playing a popular festival camping game. At each end of the circle along the road sits a person with an un-opened beer on the ground between their feet. The two contestants roll a football along the ground with the purpose to make the beer fall over. The one whose beer falls over must drink it all, and give place to the next contestant. The circle is quite wide and the two contestants at this game are about 15 feet away from each other, the bumpy grass making for a tricky playing field, misses are common, and each miss means you have to take a sip of the beer in your cupholder. They are laughing drunk at this point of the day, a couple are asleep in their festival chairs, and to the side, near the entrance to a tent, is a large puddle of vomit. They have a ghettoblaster-looking speaker playing loud pop music, and only a few of them are in black band t-shirts, quite unlike almost the rest of the festival goers you have seen so far. A trio of them, in band t-shirts, are getting up as you get near, and you are able to hear them shout out through the music: "See ya later guys, we're going to see Stone Ram!" The rest of the group is unenthusiatic about their departure, it seems they came to the festival for the camping experience and not for the music! There is a certain... lawlessness to festivals, you have observed. For instance, a camping chair left behind on the road will easily dissapear to somewhere else on the festival. Likewise, an abandoned tent, might be colonized as well. It seems that has happened to you and your dad's tent, which is located close to the tents of the crowd of teenagers. Someone has brought a spraycan and painted "FUCKING TENT" alongside with a drawing of a cumming cock on the side. The zipper is opened and the insides look messy. It's a domed kind of tent with four sides, with sleeping space for 4 adults, so it's fairly roomy and a cub can easily stand up inside most of it. [[Enter the tent]]

The wolf cub looks intimidated by the group of teenagers, and is blushing from reading the words on the side of the tent, and he is furtively looking around to make sure no one notices your entrance. Luckily, the partying teens are too engrossed by their game and too drunk to notice the two of you entering their newly-claimed "Fucking Tent". Johnny enters the tent first, then you enter the tent and close the zipper down, the wolf cub releasing a sigh you didn't know he had been holding in. In the half-gloom of the tent, his blue eyes shine out like beacons, and you take a couple steps forward and meet his mouth in a kiss, that turns into a series of superficial smooches, the two of you somewhat awkwardly and //very// heatedly making out. Your bodies are close to one another, your arms around each others' backs, and you grind up against each others' clothes, your half-formed erections pressing together as you moan out in unison. The loud pop music makes for a good sound cover, and neither of you feel afraid of voicing your pleasure. (link:"French kiss the boy")[You are the first to venture out a tongue, caressing the cub's lips as you explore them with your organ. He quickly returns the favour, and your tongues dance while you are still simply holding each other, slow gyrations of your hips making your cocks form fully in their sheaths, and you moan out at the sensation of his larger red rocket grinding against yours. As your tongues delve deep into each others' mouths and playfully engage and disconnect in a series of loud slurps and squelches, your paws rise up and cup each others' heads. The wolf showing a surprisingly tender side to himself as he rubs your ears pleasurably, making you scritch his neckfur in return, all the while you are grinding against each other, the occasional moan coming from his mouth whereas your vocalizations have turned into soft yips of pleasure from it all. You open your eyes and furtively scan the floor of the tent. There's a couple of empty beercans scattered around, a used condom thrown to the side, and you and your dad's shared bedding is still there. The rest of your belongings have been gathered and is at the VIP dwelling now, but your dad obviously didn't want the hassle of pulling down the tent and has just left it to be colonized. [[Take wolfy down to the bedding]]]

You keep your hold on the cub's head, continuing your deep kissing, and begin to slowly take steps towards the bedding. His eyes open up and he realises where you are leading him and he takes small steppy-steps together with you, your muzzles never leaving each other, your crotches grinding against each other all the while. As you sink to your knees on the ruffled sleeping bag spread over a foam-bed, a smell of female perfume rises up, the scent of roses making its way into your nose somehow making the moment even more special for you. You both sit comfortably on your knees for a while, still grinding against each others' clothed bodies, your french-kissing going on for so long that you begin to feel tired in your mouth, all the while you make out little moans and groans from the sensations in your loins, your mouth and your fluttering stomach. (link:"Take off his t-shirt")[As your mouth gets even more tired, you decide it is time to get this wolf-boy out of his clothes. You pull back your muzzle with a loud slurp, drool dripping from your disconnected tongues, the boy's closed eyes get a bit of a silly expression as he looses contact and then they open up, the icy-blue nature of his confused-looking gaze almost making you swoon. You grab a hold of his t-shirt, and he quickly understands and raises his arms so you can pull it off for him. You decide to be a little tease, and as his t-shirt is off his head and his arms are tied by it, you lean forward and plant a couple of kisses on his flat stomach, tickling him and making him squirm a little, before you let off and finish removing the t-shirt. The fur your muzzle makes contact with is quite damp and greasy, seems like it has been long time since he had a shower. As his upper body is now fully revealed to you, a //strong// smell of adolescant sweat mixed with AXE oozes through the air from his armpits. To most, it would be rather overpowering, and even your hardened nose has a hard time not curling up in distaste from the powerful scent. The wolf realises your hesitation from his body odour, and his ears instantly lie flat against his head, the boy blushing a deep crimson from his sudden shame over the condition of his hygeine. His paws grip the opposite biceps and he closes his elbows to minimise the stink. He sits there on his knees, blushing, his head drooping a little, his ears folded flat, covering his shame by tightening up and you see moisture form in those beautiful, blue eyes. [[Embrace him into a kiss]] ]

You press your body against his crossed arms and embrace him, giving him a firm kiss on his mouth, the wolf squeaking out a little, his moisture-filled eyes widening in surprise. "I don't mind," you lie to him. Crotch-musk, yes please, ass-musk, yes please, armpit musk, not so much, but you don't want those beautiful eyes of his to look as sad as they do now, and besides, you objectively know you have had worse smells tickling the receptors in your nose. His body is stiff as you hold him, and his doubtful look turns into one of sadness, that make you feel even worse. "It's not because I like to smell bad, you know?" he says in a low voice, barely able to heard over the loud pop music playing outside, "my mom gives me a couple of Eddies every day for drinks and candy when I'm off with Alex, but if I want a shower she says I have to 'budget for it' myself," his voice trails off, then it picks up again louder and angrier, "she's so cheap with that so she can drink more beers up at the stages. She always complains we don't have any money. I know why, it's because she drinks too much!" The cub's words strike a knife into your heart and twists it, little did you know that he carried such problems with him, and you feel immensely sad and sorry for the angry-sorrowful wolf, his icy-blue eyes narrowed in anger and shame and hopelessness. Your lust has totally died down with the direction this has taken, as your heart bleeds for this poor guy, this gruff, manly, well-shaped cub having revealed his troubles to you, his striking icy-blue eyes staring at you almost challengingly, tears formed and one rolling down his grimy fur. (link:"Squeeze him tightly")[You squeeze the boy with all your strength and simply rest your forehead against his, closing your eyes to avoid that painful glare. Your ears focus on his breathing, which is rapid and shallow from his emotions, the happy pop music playing outside a stark constrast to the emotional drama going on right now. You squeeze harder still, wanting the cub to //feel// your acceptance, your infaturation and your approval of him, your forehead grinds against his, your own breathing slowing down. You make shooshing sounds, and begin to pet his neckfur with one of your paws, hoping to calm him down. His faster breaths are tickling your whiskers, just as your slower breaths tickle his, and you feel the stiffness going out of his body. You simply sit there, him with his crossed arms pressed against your chest, and you hugging and petting his neckfur, your skulls pressed against each other, making shooshing noices and occasionally letting out a whispered "it's okay, it's okay,". As the stiffness slowly goes out of his posture, and his breathing slows down, he finally pushes against you, not with force, but with insistence. You release your hold of him and lean back, opening your eyes and getting greeted by his moist eyes that look almost rueful now. "I'm not a baby, you know," he says with fake manlyness and wipes a paw over his eyes, revealing them almost completely dry now. It seems your treatment of him worked, his ears are perky again, and the blush of shame and anger is gone from his face. His headfur is a bit matted with moisture, but otherwise he looks to be ready to play again, though the both of your cocks have retreated fully into their sheaths. [[Nuzzle your snout down one of his armpits]] ]

You slowly lean your head down towards one of his armpits. The wolf squeaks out from the sensation of your cold nose making contact with the sensitive fur there and then makes a groan of disgusted discomfort as you take a lap deep into his armpit. It's pretty atrocious, the way his stink cloys to the insides of your mouth, as well as the strong chemical flavour of the deodorant, but you persevere and make several more laps into his smelly pit, the taste and smell getting all over your muzzle and nose. He has been sort of pulling his arm closer to his body, and you have put a paw on his bicep to keep him from closing up. So you dig your snout in there, burying into his stinky fur deliberately, trying to dislodge his arm "You're //really// wierd, you know that?" the cub murmurs out, before he lifts his arm over his head, giving you full access, as well as full blast of his body odour. This is something you are doing more as a service than for sexual gratification, so you dig in with a purpose, your broad tongue lapping again and again at his armpit, the breaths you have to take utterly cloyed by his musk, the taste intense and powerful on your tongue. After a couple of minutes of this, you decide enough is enough, and lean back, his stink following your muzzle, your eyes a bit scrounged up from it all. The wolf's blue eyes look at you with a mixture of revulsion and wierded-outness, yet he obviously knows the next step, his arm dropping down and the other one being raised up, the flex revealing a surpricingly big bicep, for his age, and you murr in appreciation of your hot stud as you lean down to service the other pit. On the stench department, you feel like you are doing better, getting used to it. The powerful taste mellowing in your mouth as your tongue scrapes off multiple layers of sweat and deodorant, your spit dissolving and washing away the musky odours. Meanwhile, the wolf has begun to stroke your ears with his other paw, alternating between one and the other, his gentle fingers prying from deep inside to the very tips, making your headfur stand up a little from the tickling and pleasant sensations. [[The wolf grabs your head]]

You make a surprised gasp as he grabs your head and presses it against his armpit, while he leans his muzzle down, his hot breath tickling your ear. Your paws against his chest and shoulder in a half-hearted attempt to push off. Then his mouth envelops the tip of your ear, and he sucks it a couple of times, before his tongue travels out and licks on the inner side of your ear, making you squirm and giggle from the wierd sensation. His strong arm is insistent, and you have no choice but to accept this reciprocal tongue bath, his wet organ making several passes along the inside of your ear. Then he stops for a moment, his breath feeling cold inside your spit-slickened ear. When he gives your head a couple of squeezes, you realise his hesitation, and you begin to lap at his armpit again. With this the wolf begins to lick the inside of your ear again, and you notice that he is timing it so he licks whenever you do, quite a strange sensation to feel his tongue almost as an extension of your own. He murrs out, and sticks his tongue deeper still, wet squelches making themselves felt directly into your ear canal, a very, //very// intimate and strange experience. You squirm and groan out from the odd and new sensations coursing through your body, the tickling and stimulating sensations making your cock stir in its sheath. You let a paw travel down to give yourself a grope, and is pleasantly surprised as it makes contact with the wolf cub's member through his shorts, fully formed and spasming out of its sheath, the fabric damp from precum. (link:"He lets go of your head")[You pull back from his cleaned pit with a bit of a gasp, his tongue leaving the inside of your ear canal with a super loud slurp, and you lock eyes in mutual horniness. With a bit of a pause, his face scrounges up a bit. "That tastes bitter..." he trails off, and you see the gears turning in his head, the wolf questioning himself and his surprising act of cleaning out your ear. "You can try the other one, if you want," you say, and cock your head to the other side coquettishly, your paw grabbing a firm hold on his erection which strains against his shorts. He moans out in pleasure, and leans in, his own paws trailing down your stomach and resting against your own hardening erection. You shiver from the sensation as his tongue pushes itself deeply into your ear canal on the first go, the slurpy and slick sounds of the organ travelling around //inside// your head making you feel all kinds of ticklish and strange, yet your cock throbs in response, and the wolf's cock throbs even stronger as he moans and groans out from the taste and the act of being your personal q-tip. [[Pull down his shorts]]]

The wolf gasps out air that feels cold in your ear as you pull down his shorts a little, his erection flopping out into your awaiting hand that immidiately begins to stroke him off, a hefty amount of precum already covering its length. He returns the flavour, and your own throbbing cock is exposed to the air, before he starts to jerk you off as well. His slimy and big cock looks so enticing, yet the musk covering your nose and muzzle block off any hints of the smell coming from his crotch, much to your dismay, and the primary reason you dislike that sort of play, acutely becoming aware of how overwhelming the stink is in your nose. Regardless, it's a nice sight to see and feel his cock spasming and throbbing in your paw, and you get hot and bothered by the thought of that big red rocket going up in your butt. Meanwhile, his muzzle hasn't left your ear yet, and he's still lapping with gusto and pushing his tongue in as deeply as possible, his paw on your cock stroking you off at the exact same speed, making you feel a bit overwhelmed from the sensation and your orgasm swiftly rises in your loins. (link:"Ask him if he wants to lie down so you can 69")[You pull your head away from his muzzle, and put a paw on his so he doesn't push you over the edge too soon. Then you suggest you lie down so you can suck each others' cocks. The wolf looks down at you erection, a thoughtful frown to his face, like if he's deciding if he wants to try it or not, then he looks back up at you, those blue eyes tightening in intensity, and then he leans forwards and embraces you into a deep french kiss. You are somewhat surprised, and then you melt into his arms and hug him back, the two of you making out for a couple hot minutes, the bitter taste of your ears making its way into your muzzle, and you can feel him tensing a bit and grunting with displeasure from the taste of his own sweat coming into his muzzle, his sensitive nose being served a first-hand experience of what you just endured. Despite that, you both keep up the kissing for a little while, moaning into each others' mouths, before you seperate, panting, the both of you blushing once again, and you hope he feels the same butterflies in his stomach as you do from the whole situation. [["I would love to try that!"]] ]

"But before that, I want to know your name," the cub says. "Billy," you reply. "I'm Johnny," he says, and almost awkwardly rises his paw to give you a shake. You break down in laughter from the absurd formality in this situation, and the wolf goes from looking flustered to laughing along with you, your high-pitched voices filling the tent and drowning out the music coming from outside. "Let's get down and dirty!" you suggest, and the wolf complies, as he first rises to his feet to take off his shorts and sandals. You do the same and pull off your t-shirt, and you stand there in the gloom and take in the sight of each others' naked bodies. His grey pelt is grimy and fluffy, showing off a tight stomach, his legs are well-defined and his arms look pretty strong. You feel a bit slim and meek compared to him, your reddish and well-groomed fur being your best feature, you think. He's not looking at your fur though, but at you erection which is still throbbing, and he gets to his knees to get close to it, his paws resting against your thighs as his snout gets nearer to your throbbing organ, his hot breath tickling it. He sniffs it a little, and you know it cannot be too musky, which seems to be the same conclusion he gets to, and he opens his mouth to lap at the very tip of your cock, and a spray of precum making its way into his unsurspecting mouth. He pulls back a little and gives it a taste, decides he doesn't mind, and delves in, his mouth enveloping your organ and taking it about halfway to the knot, making you moan out in pleasure. What follows next is the most sloppy and teethy blowjob you have ever experienced, he's pretty eager, but he's trying too much too fast and you have to stop him several times and give him instructions so he doesn't hurt you. Despite that, there is a certain satisfaction to having the bigger boy on his knees in front of you, doing his best to make you feel good, and as he takes your cock in deeper and deeper you are swiftly getting close to an orgasm again. [[Stop him and get down on the bedding]]

You push his head away, and the cocked, confused-dog look he gives you is simply priceless. You get to your knees and give him a big kiss before getting him to lie down in the 69 position so you both can pleasure each other. You lie down on your sides so you are facing each others' crotches, his big cock is dropping and almost touching the bedding, and you take it into your paw by the knot and shuffle nearer to it. //Now// you can smell it, his virile and potent crotch-musk all over it, as well as slight hint of the your own scat which coated it earlier. You take it in your muzzle and you both groan out, the cock in your mouth spraying sweet pre and coating your tongue with his fluids that you swallow down eagerly. The wolf shuffles a bit himself, grabs a hold of your dick, and take it into his hot muzzle, the stimulation making you yip out in pleasure and take his cock to the bulge of his knot and you begin to deepthroat him, gagging and slobbering all over it, a bit more hampered in your motions than earlier, but you still make a good go at it and make him spurt jet after jet of pre into your mouth. He's still teething a bit of your cock, and lets out a violent gag as he tries to take your cock too deeply, pulling fully back and catching his breath and calming his stomach. "Jeez, how can you do that?" he asks, as your snout is grinding against his knot, the convulsions of your throat milking his pre directly down your gullet. You pull off, "Practice!" you say with a wink and then take him in again, his big length making its way down your throat, the wolf moaning out at the intense pleasure before he begins to suck your dick in return. Now he is being a bit more careful, his paw grasping your knot in a mirror of your actions and simply taking in a bit over half your length, which seems to be what he can comfortably take in without being overwhelmed. Your loud and naughty slurping and sucking sounds fill the tent, the sensations on your cock pleasureable yet the focus you put into your own blowjob means that orgasm is out of reach for the moment. [[Tell him to finger you]]

You pull off his length and focus fully for a couple of moments on the increasingly nice blowjob you are recieving, before you suggest to him that he should put a finger in your bum. He gets off your dick with a slurp and takes his paw off your knot, you lift your leg for access and he immidiately begins to move his arm between your legs. "Put some spit on it first," you instruct him, and he looks at you sheepishly, before putting a finger in his mouth and slobbering it up with a mixture of your own pre and his saliva, before he again reaches between your legs and brings his digit to your needy pucker. You moan out in pleasure as he puts some pressure on it, and the tip of his finger easily makes its way inside your well-trained hole. You coat your own finger in a mixture of spit and his pre, and tell him to lift his leg a little. He looks at you ready to protest, but you promise him that it's going to feel really nice, before you take his cock into your mouth and deepthroat him, the pleasure making him moan out and relent, his leg lifting so you can acces his musky backside. His hot breath tickles your cock and he takes it in with an awkward motion, scooping it into his mouth as it's hanging down, the combination of his finger in your bum and his mouth on your dick makes you squeak out a yip of pleasure, and you rest your slick finger on his tailhole, gently pushing at it, while you are deepthroating his big cock like a pornstar. His sphincter feels really tight, and you just circle the flesh and gently prod at his backdoor for a while, as the wolf is getting his finger deeper inside you all the way to the knuckle. (link:"Push in your finger")[The cub gasps out and groans slightly from the instrusion, so you simply keep the tip of your finger there while intensifying your blowjob, slightly vibrating your digit a little. He begins to fingerblast you in return, and his mouth has gotten better and better, taking your length further in, slurping and squelching noises coming from his mouth, the occasional swallow as your throbbing red rocket is spewing a steady stream of pre into his mouth. The sensation of his finger fucking your ass with the same speed as a cock is rapidly driving you closer to the edge, and you push in your own finger further, hooking it, and pressing against his prostate, making the wolf emit an almost girlish moan, his thick cock throbbing heavily in your mouth and throat. He copies your action, not fingerfucking you, but quite firmly prodding his finger against your pleasure spot as his blowjob continues. You are now using your throat like a fleshlight, and the cub's hips are gyrating on their own, spearing your gullet and pushing your finger deeply into his bum, rocking his prostate every time. If it weren't for the loud pop music outside, everyone in a wide radius would have heard the two of you cumming, him with some decidedly high-pitched moans and your own vocalisation nearing yips of pleasure as you orgasm almost simultaniously. You feel him pull back his head from your cock after the first couple of spurts of semen with a sputter, your spasming cock painting his face with your cum, his finger still lodged inside you and rubbing your prostate. The wolf's cock explodes into your mouth, his hips driving forward and pressing his knot almost painfully against your lips, his cum delivered deep into your throat and travelling down to your stomach instantly. You pull back a little and milk his cock further, the spasming organ delivering load after load of virile cum onto your tongue, the viscous and salty semen piling up there. As his orgasm dies down, you pull out your finger with a moan coming from his lips, and you begin to make your way up to him, forcing his finger out of your own bum as you turn aound. [[Look the wolf in his eyes and show off his cum]]]

You open your mouth to show off your prize, and then you close it and swallow it noisily, the delicious cum making its way down your gullet. The wolf's face is scrounged up in distaste, one eye closed as there is a streak of your cum there, and you now move closer so you can lick his headfur clean of your cum. In the afterglow of the orgasm, you take your time, sensually lapping all over his face, swallowing down the spatters of your semen, before finally meeting the cub's mouth with your own, resting down so you are lying down side-by-side, caressing each other. "Thanks for that," he says, "I don't really understand how you can like the taste, though." "Eh, it's just salty, besides it's super naughty!" you tell him, adding, "you get used to it pretty fast, I think it's tasty now!" The disbelieving glance he shoots you makes it obvious that he doesn't believe you, but you hope he'll learn it in time. For a while you just lie there, caressing each others' headfur, kissing slowly and sensually, before an insistent buzzing takes you out of your reveries. "Oh shit, it's probably Alex!" the wolf exclaims, the source being his phone in his shorts, "he's probably wondering where I'm at and waiting in line for Stone Ram." You are still somewhat horny and smitten, and want to convince the wolf cub to stay with you for some more action. On the other hand, you feel bad for his friend being left alone. [[Convince the wolf to stay]] [[Let him go]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

"No, wait!" you say to the wolf, grabbing his arm, his rush to pick up the call interrupted by your urgency. The phone buzzing a couple more times and then going silent. You look into his blue eyes plaintively and beg him to stay here, with you, accentuating your words by putting a paw on his package and gliding your leg over his in a possessive manner. He hesitates, and looks very torn, then you feel his member throb in its sheath and he looks into your eyes and nods. "Okay, Billy, but I //have// to call him first," he says, the decision made. Your face lights up in a broad smile and you kiss him fiercely, his member throbbing in your paw, and he kisses you back with as much passion as your own. After some seconds of heated kissing, he pulls back, "I really need to call him," he says. You nod and leave him to it, lazily observing the well-built cub as he gets to his feet and goes over and picks up his shorts, his toned bottocks a delicious sight, his slightly moist pucker revealed as he bends over. He takes out his phone, and you can see in his posture that he's steeling himself for the call. "H-Hi Alex!" he almost shouts. "No, yeah. So. Like. See, there's this problem," he stutters a bit as he makes up a lie on the spot, "remember earlier when I had to run to the porta potty? Yeah. Uhmm. So. Yeah I kinda had an accident..." his voice trails off, the shame of the lie and of the nature of the lie makes him blush cutely, his eyes are closed with concentration and mortification. "No. Not //that// kind of accident! You know, a-a-a bathroom accident," he finishes lamely. "H-Hey! Don't laugh like that, I'm pretty screwed allright? Look, I need to get washed afterwards, but I'm still, you know, trying to clean the worst of it off my shorts. Yeah you dummy I'm in a porta potty now! No, you don't need to help, I can take of it myself!" There is a bit of a pause, then he says, "yeah, I'll see ya later, I hope to make it in time for the concert. Don't tell your parents! Cool. Yeah. Bye!" "Whew," the wolf says as he hangs up, "he's with his parents so it wasn't an issuUEEEEE!" [[You have slowly crawled over to where he stands and push your nose into his buttcrack after he finishes the call]]

The wolf misses the call by a second, and then quickly calls his friend back. "H-Hi Alex!" he almost shouts out. "N-No I got caught up on something." he says "I'll be there in like 5 minutes, tops! I promise!" he says, obviously feeling bad for leaving his friend feeling burned. He disconnects the call, and look almost frantically around the tent, quickly gathering his clothes. You put on your clothes as well, dissapointed, but good things cannot last forever. He turns to face you and steps in close, your muzzles meeting in a deep kiss that is way to short, before he pulls back. "This was.. Really nice," he says, "if only I didn't have to go.." You cup his chin, stare into those adorable, blue eyes, and tell him that his friend is counting on him and that he had better get running. "Right." he says, in a determined tone, before he kisses you again, "maybe we'll see each other later," he says hopefully, before turning to the entrance of the tent and zipping it open. "Well I had better run, before Alex totally thinks I'm being a jerk!" With that the impressive specimen of a wolf cub takes off, leaving you behind, his figure quickly making its way towards to stage area, and you lose sight of him as he runs a corner and is obscured by the tents there. With the loud pop music to your back, you make it towards the stages as well. [[Leave->Go to the entrance to the stage area]]

The wolf squeals out in surprise and drops his phone with a muted thud, the shorts and the grass underneath the tentfloor absorbing the impact. You barely get to sniff a whiff of his musk as he quickly turns around with a frown on his face. "Hey, you gave me a shock!" he exclaims. (link:"Tell him his amazing ass was too tempting")[His frown turns to a blush. "Amazing?" he asks. You nod your head, and tell him his butt is very nice looking, and his pucker is perfect. He grins a little at the words, and then turns around to let you have a go at his tailhole, bending over and spreading his cheeks so you have full access to his firm ass. You lean in with your tongue out, and combine your first lick with a //deep// sniff, really taking in the musky nature of his tailhole, which you licked his scat off earlier today. He moans out as your tongue assaults his pucker, and you murr at the taste and smell of his ass, grinding your snout against his crack and then digging your tongue in deeply again. But you didn't really make him stay so you could lick his tailhole, nice as it is, you wanted his big cock up your bum, and you pull at his legs to make him turn around. "Hey, I kinda liked that," he says, before you push your muzzle to his crotch and start to nom at his hefty nutsack that is just as developed as his cock compared to his age. His juvenile musk is //very// potent around his balls and in the fur surrounding them, making you murr out in naughty delight as he moans out in pleasure from your long tongue and your muzzle servicing him. You bring up a paw to poke around at his sheath and his dick is already forming up inside it despite just having deposited a hefty load down your gullet. [[Tell him you want his cock up your butt]]]

He blushes a little and looks excited at the idea. Then he pauses, and pushes your head away, looking intensely at you with those piercing blue eyes. "And if it comes out dirty, like earlier, you will lick the poop off it again?" he asks, and you nod in reply, a blush forming on your cheeks from the naughty thought. "Why though?" he asks, "why are you like this? I couldn't stop from thinking about it during the day. How you just... //ate// it all," he shudders from the thought. "It's just so.. nasty," he finishes lamely, a look of revulsion on his face, yet also a hint of interest gleaming in his eyes. "I need to know, //why// do you like all this nasty stuff?" [[Tell him you love the thrill and intensity]] [[Tell him you love the feeling of submission, of feeling like a slave]] [[Tell him gross things make you horny]]

You tell him you love the challenge of taking it in, that your stomach gets tight and hot and your body tenses up when overwhelmed with gross smells and tastes. You inform him that having to endure such raunchy things make your whole body shiver, and that kind of turns you on, to be pushed to your limits and above like that. "So doing dirty things is actually difficult for you?" he asks. You nod and tell him that you are just very used to such things by this point. He ponders this a little, then reaches out a paw and caresses your cheek and gives your snout a few scritches, holding his damp finger in front of your nose, the smell of your asshole making you murr out. "But some smells you like just because you like them, right?" you nod your head at the thought, the musky smell of your own tailhole making you squirm in delight. "I kinda liked the smell of your boner," he says with a blush, the tip of his cock appearing in its sheath, "and somehow I got a little thrill from licking your ears," he admits with a funny grimace, "my armpit sweat was //gross// though!" You wholly agree and nod your head. He looks down on you with a thoughtful frown, before his eyes light up with a dirty idea. [["Why don't you kiss my feet?"]]

You tell him that you love to serve, to worship, how it gives you a thrill in your stomach and cock when you submit to someone else. You inform him, that earlier, when you cleaned off the scat from his dirty ass, you did it purely as a service, to be nice to him who had just pumped your ass full of his cum. You blush a little at the thought and the tip of your cock prods out of its sheath as you remember the action in the porta potty. "So you like to make people feel.. nice?" he asks lamely, and you nod. He blushes a little, "I kinda like to make you feel good as well," he says, "your dick tasted a bit wierd and salty, and I didn't like your cum, but it felt good to make you feel nice as well." He ponders a little and then looks intensely at you with those bright, blue eyes. "So you like to do dirty things, and you like to be told what to do?" he asks, his tone a little teasing, like he wants you to admit a secret. Your ears droop slightly and you feel suddenly exposed, before you nod, your ears perking up again as he smiles naughtily, before giving you a command. [["You can serve me by kissing my feet!"->"Why don't you kiss my feet?"]]

You tell the wolf that gross things make you feel naughty and horny, even when you don't like the specific smells or tastes. You tell him that you don't really know why your brain is like this, but confess that you have fully embraced it, and it's probably a family thing. "What do you mean?" he asks at your mention of family, and you explain how you mess around with your dad all the time. "But... But that's //illegal//!" he exclaims. You tell him you know this, but that you enjoy your special playtimes with your dad, and that you think the law is stupid when you like it. "So.. You eat your dad's poop?" he asks, and you tell him that you do, and that your dad eats yours with just as much pleasure. "//Wierd//," he says, his face looking down at you in a doubtful frown. You shrug, it's hard to find the words to justify what you enjoy other than what you have already said. He ponders the situation for a little while, and then his face brightens up a little. "I actually felt kinda naughty when I was licking your ears, even if the taste was gross," he says, blushing slightly at the memory, his cock throbbing inside its sheath. "Well, if you like gross things..." his eyes drift off thoughtfully before they turn their blue gaze back to you intensely, "then why don't you kiss my feet?" [[Lean down towards his feet->"Why don't you kiss my feet?"]]

The fur on his feet looks pretty grimy, and as you lean down, supporting your body with your arms, the smell is quite significant. As your muzzle hovers over one of his feetpaws, it's more of a stink than a smell, you notice grimy dirt and green streaks of grass between his pawpads. "Well, what are you waiting for, kiss my feet," the wolf commands, and you bring down your muzzle to give his foot a kiss, a potent smell depositing on your lips. You almost gag out from how strongly the transferred scent is on your muzzle, fighting down your stomach and then kissing the other, nearly gagging again, the powerful scent and smell triggering your dick to begin to swell. He lifts up his pawpads on one foot, resting its weight on his heel. (link:"\"Start licking.\"")[The domineering cub instructs you to begin your work. You shudder with raunchy revulsion as you notice the grime and dirt underneath his footpaw, grass and soil between under his pawpads. You tentatively stick out your tongue, and begin to work over the underside of his foot, grimy debris being deposited on your tongue and you have to swallow it down with your stomach strongly protesting from it all. "Suck on my toes," the raunchy cub says, and you take in his toes one after the other, his fairly long claws have somehow sucked up a bunch of flavour that is deposited on the back of your tongue, while the taste is different at the front of your tongue. It's really disgusting, and your cock is halfway out its sheath now from the naughty act you are performing. You look up, and you see the wolf has a somewhat cruel smile on his lips, slowly stroking his fully erect cock, appearantly really enjoying making you submit to him. You blush deeply at the feeling of raunchy submission, and your own dick is now fully out of its sheath and throbbing intensely, spraying precum on the floor of the tent. "Lie down," the wolf instructs you, and you scoot back to the bedding and lie flat on your back, finally being able to pump your aching cock. [[He steps up and brings the paw you have just cleaned to rest against your cock]]]

The weight of his spit-slickened pawpads making contact to your cock makes you moan out in pleasure. It does feel a bit cool at first, but as he presses further and flexes his toes, the flesh begins to heat up. He starts to slowly stimulate you by gliding his foot up your red rocket, lifting it off, settling it down on your knot, and gliding it over your dick again, his pawpads being lubed up by the copious amounts of precum you are emitting, which he dextrously picks up by rubbing his beans over the tip of your cock from time to time. After a while of this slow and musky stroking, he takes a step up, and brings his other foot to your muzzle, teasingly rubbing it all over your lips and head, depositing its stench there. You are looking up at him in a mix of consternation and naughty delight, feeling pretty dominated by having him use your head as a doormat. He's still stroking his big cock languidly, his erection spasming and spattering precum down upon you. (link:"\"Can you please fuck me now?\"")[You are getting bothered by the foot play when all you really wanted was to have his knot buried under your tail, so you tell the wolf to get on with it. He looks down at you, smirking, and then takes a step back and kneel down, before he rests his paws near your shoulders, leaning forward and laying down on you, grinding his cock against your own. His face gets closer to your own, his eyes with an inquisitive look to them, his nose sniff-sniffing rapidly, getting in all the stink he has deposited there. Then he leans his muzzle in for a kiss, appearantly not as bothered by the smell as you would have thought, and you make out passionately, your tongues dancing while he's resting his weight on your body and aggressively grinding his crotch against yours, the both of you moaning into each others' mouths. He pulls back from the kiss after a few glorious moments, his nose barely curled up from the taste and scent of his footsmell. [["Lift you legs then"]]]

The cub lifts his weight off you a little, and you rummage around with your paws to the sleeping bag you are lying on, trying to stuff it under your lower back to elevate your rump off the ground. He notices what you are doing and leans back fully, helping you with stuffing the synthetic fabric under you to prop up your butt further. Then you lift your legs back as far as you can, using your paws to hold the hinges of your knees, giving him full access to your tailhole. The grey wolf scoots back further and leans in, bringing his muzzle down to your tailhole, his cold nose making contact with your taint, making you shiver. Then his tongue reaches out, and you moan out as he begins to give you a nice rimjob. You can feel his horniness through his tongue, as it's lapping and prodding at your tailhole with vigour and speed, quickly lathering the area with his saliva. You occasionally feel the cold rush of air as he is simultaniously sniffing your musk, the naughty boy getting more and more into the raunchy side of things, and he drags his muzzle over your tailhole with murrs, while you groan out in pleasure from the intense rimjob you are recieving. (link:"He stops licking you and moves his cock to your tailhole")[You moan out as the hot tip of his tapered cock makes contact with your moistened sphincter, spreading you open slowly and pushing deeply into you. As his knot makes contact with your tailhole, he is able to lean forward, taking hold of your paws and you hold on to each other, slowly bringing your paws to rest on the ground at your shoulder level and leaning in for a kiss you lift your muzzle up to meet. His paws are warm and you feel all kinds of tingling in your stomach from the intimate position, his large cock throbbing in your insides, your own erection unattended on your belly, spraying pre down your bellyfur in return. He is slowly humping your tailhole, making love as your paws are gripping and your muzzles are meeting in a deep french kiss. You are both moaning, and when you occasionally open your eyes, you can see him blushing furiously, triggering a rose colour in your own cheeks, the butterflies in your stomach intensifying their fluttering from the emotions you feel. The wolf's breathing is laboured and he slightly picks up speed, his knot pressing against your sphincter getting very near to entering your backside, you relax your body and moan out in a girlish pitch as he finally drives it in, locking you tight. Then you purposfully clench up, milking his cock, making the bigger boy moan and groan almost like an adult as he unloads his semen inside you, his organ throbbing and pushing cum deeply inside your bowels, putting pleasurable pressure on your prostate in the proces. However, you are not able to stimulate your cock to get over the edge, as the cub is holding your paws, but it doesn't matter as the whole situation is //incredibly// nice, and the sensation of the cub releasing inside you is worth an orgasm in and of itself. [[He lies on top of you, exhausted]]]

The bigger cub lets go of your paws ands snakes his arms under you, giving you a strong hug as his bodyweight lies down on you. You hug back in return, your needy erection forgotten for a moment, as you enjoy the intimacy, his head resting on the ground pushing against yours, his laboured breaths tickling your ears. He is still, very slowly, grinding into you, his throbbing cock continuing to release inside you, a pressure building up in your guts from it all. After catching his breath, he releases his hug, grabbing your paws again, and your muzzles meet in a slow french kiss. (link:"He leans back and pulls out his deflated knot")[After a while, you feel the pressure dying down, his cock softening, and he leans back and pulls it out with a pop. As he does this, you are looking at him in anticipation, your dirty mind already imagining cleaning his organ, and you see his face scrounge up in distaste as his cock comes out dirty, a layer of brown mud covering about half of his shaft. He looks at you, and his distaste turns to mischief as he notices your eager look. He moves his legs and sits on his butt, holding his deflating knot with a paw, careful not to touch the scat. "Uhmm, guess I got a.. treat for you," he says, the hesitancy in his voice betraying his distaste. You quickly scoot over, and engulf his softening shaft in one motion, the sordid taste of your own waste depositing itself on your tongue, making you shiver from the taste and the naughtyness. There is also a powerful, musky taste of your insides and your asshole, and you moan out in delight, your cock throbbing from it all. His cock softens up further and further, and it eventually retreats into his sheath, which you lap your tongue at and around the area, getting him as clean as possible, your saliva and his cum has washed down most of the shit now. You lean back up, and stick out your tongue teasingly, he squints a little, a most endearing look on his face. "I can hardly see any brown left," he says wonderingly, before he grabs a hold of you, pulling you down on top of him, and meeting your slightly dirty muzzle in a kiss. He breaks it off quickly, pushing you back, and he's smacking his lips like he is tasting wine, his expression doesn't look as disgusted now, and he pulls you into a kiss again, his tongue making its way deeply into your mouth, sampling the trace amounts of your scat there. After a little bit of making out, he pushes you away and points down at your bobbing erection, still unattended. [["Do you want to put it in my bum?"]] ]

Your eyes widen at the suggestion, the wolf cub obviously spent. "I have put it in you twice today, so I feel like it would be fair," he says, blushing a little at the thought of submitting to you. You grin widely at this, nod your head, and lie down on your side, inviting him to come join you as the little spoon. He complies with your suggestion, and you kinda think it funny how your are holding the bigger boy in this position, the size-difference really obvious as you pull him into an awkard hug, lifting up his tail so it rests against your belly, your red rocket pushing against his sphincter. You instruct the grey-furred boy to push out as if he's taking a dump, and you feel him rumble uncertainly before he does as you told him, your tapered cock making entry into his backside. He instantly clenches up and hisses through his closed mouth, you can feel his muscles are tense as he works through the pain, and you rest your cock for a minute, giving him time to adjust. You feel his breaths slowing down again, and he pushes back against you, signaling the OK for you to proceed, so you slowly slide you shaft in a couple of inches, until he clenches up again. Then you pull out until only the very tip of your red rocket is inside him, spurts of precum lubing him up, and you begin to gently mate him, only pushing in a couple of inches and pulling out again. You feel his muscles relaxing further, a few quiet moans escaping his mouth, and you drive your cock in further, slowly making him accostumed to your girth. You are gently fucking him with over half your length, slowly mating his behind, hugging his bigger form all the while, his paw is covering yours, squeezing it tightly when it becomes too much so you know when to slow down or take a second to rest. (link:"Push him on his stomach")[You begin to move your body and push at his shoulder to make him lie on his stomach, and he begins to move slowly, the both of you making sure your cock doesn't exit his hole. As he lies fully down, you are able to push in to the base of your knot, driving out a cute squeak from him, before he moans out at the sensation. "I can feel your body heat inside me," he groans out wonderingly, resting his face on his paws, a look of contentment on his face, as he relaxes his body, trusting you to mate him. His hole is really lubed up now from all your precum, and you begin to fuck him properly, the bigger boy moaning and groaning as your knot pushes against his hole again and again. He is virgin tight, and you can feel the strech whenever your knot makes contact, you decide your knot won't fit into him unfortunately, so you go for the second best option, picking up speed, his tightness making your balls pull up to your body, driving you over the edge. You hump his backside firmly, and grab a hold of your knot, squeezing it as you roar out your orgasm, the loud music outside masking the sound, as you paint his insides white with your spunk. You squeeze your knot firmly again and again, his tight backside milking your cock of every drop of semen stored inside you, and you finally collapse on top of him, hugging the moaning wolf, sinking your muzzle into his grimy neckfur. [[Your deflating knot pops in]]]

You are simply lying there, exhausted, slowly gyrating your hips as your cock shrinks. There is an audible pop, and the cub squeals out in surprise as your knot has deflated to the point of his hole being able to accept it, and for a couple of minutes you are tied together, both of you moaning out from the sensations, before it pops out again as your cock retreats into its sheath. You crawl to the side, and he moves his body so you are lying there side by side, kissing each other slowly, caressing each others' neckfur and headfur, the wolf cub tugging at your ears as well and scritching them. You have a bit of a pillow talk, the wolf cub questioning how you are so experienced and dirty, and you confess to your incestual relations with you dad, as well as some of the raunchy actions you have had with his buddies. The wolf cub is very surprised at all the details, but seems to accept it as you explain it all happens with your consent and naughty perversity, the cub having fully experienced your sexual drive and love of the taboo. You agree to get up to the stage area together and find your dad and his friends. [[Get dressed and leave together]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

As you exit the tent, the desire to latch onto the wolf's paw and hold hands is tantalizing, his blue eyes look at you and you see his fingers twitching, perhaps even mirroring your thoughts. You are snapped into reality by a commotion coming from the rowdy festival goers with the loudspeeker, a couple of young men struggling over the booming device, shouting, arguing who gets to pick the next track. You and Johnny stare wide-eyed at each other and hurry off with quick steps, leaving the pop music behind you to fade away, and the noisy schreeches of guitars to meet you and intensify as you make your ways towards the stage area, the warm summer air slightly cooling as the sun has set further down while you were enjoying each other's company. You get to the entrance to the stage area, and the queue is quite long, the stragglers from the main camping grounds coming to see the main attraction of the day, the foreign band Stone Ram. The cacaphony of schreeching guitars and murderous vocals ends with a loud roar, the spectators applauding the creators of that terrible music. "Phew, finally!" Johnny exclaims, seemingly on the same page as you. The wolf then makes a little meep as his phone starts buzzing in his pocket. "Hi Alex!" the wolf says, "yeah I'm on my way. Totally! I'm in the queue outside, yeah, see you in a minute!" Johnny turns to face you, "I need to catch up with Alex and our parents, maybe we can see each other after the show?" You nod eagerly, happily anticipating spending more time with the cute wolf, and tell him that you, your dad and his buddies are gonna stand near the sound technicians' booth, "Look for a tall panda!" you say, predicting that Anders will be the easiest to spot in a crowd. You make your way through the queue fairly quickly and enter the stage area with time to spare to find the grownups before Stone Ram appears on stage and the bright stadium lights are turned down for the show. [[Go find your dad and the others]]

Anders, Robért, your dad and Jack are all bobbing their heads to the noisy music, half-empty transparent beercups in their paws, and as you make your way over to your dad he takes another sip, smacking his lips appreciatively. "Hi Billy," he shouts, as he leans down to make his words heard over the loud music. He notices your distaste of the music with a grin, "Sorry, I know you don't like this genre, but LooseThreads are the cream of the crop, just listen to that drummer, he's the best in the world!" As your ears seperate out the drumming, you have to admit it's pretty good. Hard. Fast. The drummer operating the double-pedal with great skill while his drumstrics travel speedily over the various sizes of drums and cymbals. The drumming is drowned out by the guitars as the track gets to a moment when they are both schreeching out the highest notes they can repeatedly, the crowd cheering and throwing up their arms to this beloved piece, and your face scrounges up from the noise, once again wishing you had a pair of big earmufflers! "Want some of this?" you dad shouts out, offering his beer to you, but you shake your head, the taste of beer not really agreeing with you despite it being a rare occourence when he is feeling like offering it to you. [[Get a naughty idea]]

You once again look up at the elevated sound booth, noticing the security managers are up high enough and standing a bit back from the edge, so they cannot look directly down. The base of the structure is propped up by triangular supports covered in the same black wooden cladding as the structure itself, making the gaps slightly hidden from the sides. You tug on your dad's paw, and he leans down so you can shout out your naughty suggestion that he gives you another kind of drink in the gap of the structure. He looks back, then to you and grins widely, before he turns to the others and shout into their ears, he then motions for you to get into the gap. (link:"Stand in the gap")[You step over to the gap, and put your back to the wooden cladding, you dad making his way over. The others take a couple steps back as well, the big forms of Jack and Anders to either side and Robért in the middle, obscuring your view from the rest of the crowd, as you dad gets near, he looks up to check if the coast is clear, before he pulls down his trousers and presents his musky sheath to your mouth, as you have kneeled down in front of him. (link:"Engulf his sheath with you mouth")[You murr at the musky taste and manly smell in your nose as you trap his sheath with your muzzle. It doesn't take long for you dad to release his bladder into your eager mouth, and you quickly swallow his salty piss down to keep up with the flow which is kind of strong, you wonder how many beers the guys have been drinking before you arrived. You murr out, unheard over the loud music, and begin to grope yourself, your erection quickly coming out of its sheath and you pull down your shorts while keeping your muzzle firmly planted in your dad's crotch, and you grab your knot and pull it out and begin stroking your dick. All too soon it's over, but your stomach now has a nice helping of foxpiss to keep you hydrated. [[The track ends]]]]

The music stops abruptly, and the crowd erupts in roars and cheers, your dad pulls his body away from you, yanking up his pants with one paw and lifting the other with the transparent beercup in praise. You sit there, dick in hand, and are almost blasted backwards from the next track. This isn't where you wanna jerk one out, so you get on your feet and pull up your shorts, willing your needy cock to die down. Your dad looks back at you and leans down, "I hope you enjoyed the drink?" he asks. You nod your head in confirmation, the music is bad, but the bellyful of musky foxpiss was worth it. He smiles, and then steps forward, signaling to the others their watch hour is done. There is no reason for you to stay here with that awful music, so you make your way in front of the guys and yell out a "BYE!" and leave. [[Go away from the stage->Follow the music]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

You make your way over to the grass near the fence where the boar and his dog came from, and your nose picks out the heavy scent of dog droppings. The Boar appearantly couldn't bother to pick up his dog's mess, and there is a collection of small, lumpy, dog turds laying there in the grass. [[Hell naw->Go to the stage area]] [[You could use a little snack]]

You are feeling kind of exposed right here in the open next to the queue to the stage area, and don't feel like picking up dog turds directly with your paws in a place like this. Inspiration strikes you, and you walk around for a little minute, checking for any discarded food wrappers. Festivals are always trashy events where the ground often is covered in such items after all. Luckily, something comes flying through the air and you pick up a wrapper made for a pita, perfect for putting something in and not touching it directly. There's hardly even any residues from the food is has contained, so it won't contaminate your snack. (link:"Pick up the dog turd")[You gingerly wrap a decent dog turd into the pita wrapper, two pieces of litter removed at once. You make your way across the fesitval grounds, relishing in your secret meal, the first bite almost making you vomit from its pungency, the scat thick and heavy, a carnivorous-based diet taste to it, sharp and bile-inducing. You feel exceedingly naughty as you pass other furs, all the while occasionally munching on the lukewarm dogshit, an occasional piece of grass getting stuck between your teeth. Always good with some fibers! You finish the nasty meal with relish, some of the scat softer and clinging to the wrapper, so you have to kind of make out with it, your tongue passing over the softer dog shit, scraping it off. With a satisfied and stinky burp you take the clean wrapper and throw it into a bin [[Go to the stage area]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]

You head over to one of the drink stalls, but then you realise that you are exploring without any money, so you duck your head down defeated and look around for a different option. You notice the restroom container structures over to the side of the stage area and figure out you can get some fresh water from tap, having to make due without a delicious and cold sugary beverage. You head over there, stomach churning and gurgling, the wolf shit in your stomach really brewing a storm there, when you notice a hybrid kitten walking around with a canine friend, the kitten suddenly darting behind and pulling down his friend's sweatpants, revealing some child cartoon underwear, the poor cub's legs being trapped and falling and the hybrid laughing rambunctiously and running off, heading inside the toilet building and hiding at the door, peeking out. His friend doesn't notice where the cub has gone, as his fall to the grass made him loose his bearings, pulling up his sweatpants with a blush and looking around, noticing you staring and running off the opposite direction, tears in his eyes from embarrasment. You chuckle a bit as the cub scampers off, impressed by the practical joke The cub is still hiding at the door of the structure, peeking out, noticing you and flashing you a huge naughty grin which you return. He's a couple years younger than you, barely of school age, cute blue eyes peeking out from underneath his messy red headfur. The boy is seemingly a mix between a tiger and a fox, orange fur with black tiger stripes, his tail a huge bush like a fox's with vulpine colours at the last third of it. The black t-shirt he's wearing is full of skulls and demonic faces, quite the contrast to his cublike demeanour. "Haha, got him!" the cub exclaims as you get into speaking distance, pumping his fist in a victory pose, and you flash him yet another grin, before an awful burp erupts from your stomach, and you barge past him to get to a sink and some fresh water. "Ewwww, that stinks," the cub says, as you move into the toilet container. This one is the family-sized or disability area, which you didn't notice in your haste and being distracted by the cub, the room is fairly large, with a toilet with collapsable armrails, a collapsable changing table for small cubs and a sink. It smells clean and freshly washed. You turn on the water and move your paws to cup the stream, ready to flush down the rancid taste of wolfshit, when you are surprised by the tigerfox pulling your shorts. [["You're a nasty boy, aren't you?"]]

He finally manages to push you over the edge, and a spray of brown vomit erupts from your stomach, forcing its way into his sputtering mouth, the raunchy tigerfox gulping down the waste with the expertice of a practiced shiteater. He embraces you tightly as your stomach contracts again, your erections grinding against each others, neck craned up as you deliver yet another slurry of runny and partially digested wolfscat, the cub eagerly drinking down the sloppy mess. With your stomach empty, you begin to feel really hot and bothered, the cub murring out as your erections grind into one another, the intense taste of your stomach content on his tongue being washed away with saliva from your passionate deep kissing. He pulls off with a slurp and a mischevous grin and begins to take off his clothes, you mimic his actions, quickly discarding shorts and sandals, the two of you standing nude and proudly erect. His heritage has gifted him a canine prick, which is fully out of its sheath, somewhat smaller than your own, but still a fine looking piece of red meat, throughougly covered in cockslime, you lick your chops as it bobs and spasms in arousal, the kitten leering at your own foxmeat, and you embrace again in a french kiss, grinding your now exposed privates against each other, the scent of arousal beginning to thicken the air. Another smell assaults your nose, the cub a nasty boy, his cock emanating a pungent smell of stale piss and cubsweat, making your nose twitch in raunchy delight. (link:"Suck his cock")[The hefty smell tantalises your senses, and you simply have to take his stinky dick and sample its musk. You break the kiss and drop to your knees with a loud thud, the cub meeping as you voraciously engulf his smelly member in your mouth, cockslime instantly coating its insides and the reek of piss and sweat intensifying as you take the shaft and push your nose towards where his pubic hair will start growing eventually, the hefty musk tickling your nose and the raunchy taste making your cock throb, fully out of its sheath. You slurp and moan and lick and groan your way through an intense blowjob, horniness causing you to get at it with gusto, no slow licks or teasing, just a quick and determined oral fleshlighting as you expertly clean off the entirity of his cock with your mouth, shivering raunchily as you lick behind his knot, the tastes captured there seemingly weeks old. "That's hecking good," the cub moans out, his member twitching and you further intensify your blowjob, the smaller boy moaning girlishly as you bring him close to his climax. "Shit! Oh God! I'm cumming!" he moans out in a shrill voice, paws gripping the back of your head as he humps into your mouth, his youthful member spasming and twitching in your muzzle, a couple drops of sweet cubseed making its way to your tongue which you swallow with delight. You nurse his softening member for a few minutes, the cub trying to dislodge your muzzle, but your stronger grip on his buttocks keep him in place, and he has to endure it as you slowly lick all the way around his cock and knot, cleaning him off fully, every last speck of stale cubmusk devoured by your hungry mouth. He moans and groans through it all, sensitive post-orgasm feelings wracking his young brain, and sighs contently when you finally let his cock go with a loud slurp, looking up at him deviously, your cock twitching with arousal, totally forgotten by you during this naughty act. [["Wanna lick my butt?"]] ]

You murr in agreement and the naughty hybrid turns around, revealing his fluffy tail that goes from tiger orange fur to fox colours at the tip, it wags upwards and his butthole comes to view, the cub bending forward and spreading his buttcheeks with his paws like a little boy wanting to get his parent to clean him. The tailhole is utterly filthy, crusted in old, dry scat, the stink entering your nose as you bring your muzzle close almost causes you to dry-heave, yet you persevere, tongue leading the way, as you get to work at cleaning the dirty cub. He giggles in naughtiness, then gasps in pleasure as you slowly srape off the dry bits of feces with your tongue, eventually getting to his moist pucker, soft scat caught in the middle, prodding and poking at his tight hole, rimming the dirty cub. You moan out in perverse pleasure, slowly jerking yourself off, each new taste and smell that explodes on your tastebuds causing your cock to throb from the naughtiness of the sensations, your whiskers twitching as the digested remnants of several meals are broken down and release their awful flavours. You press forward even harder, your tongue now penetrating his clean tailhole, driving up the tigerfox's backside, his anal ring spasming and then giving way, letting you deeply inside, sampling his warmth, prodding against something foul there, his bowels hiding a meal for you. (link:"\"Hungry, Foxy?\"")[You moan an affirmative to the question, the cub giggling and letting out an exceedingly foul fart out, long and blubbery, a hefty scent of bean-flavoured flatulence making your nose curl and your eyes tear up. "It's coming now," the cub says, and his pucker strains and opens up, you scoot a little lower, craning your neck up and open your muzzle, ready for his waste to drop into it. You look crosseyed at his winking pucker, as the first hint of brown appears in the red and moist anal ring, the flesh expanding a mass of brown beginning to poke out, covered in specks of yellow. As it finally stretches him fully open, he groans and defacates a large and firm turd into your awaiting muzzle, the piece of stool falling into it with a plop! [[Time to eat]]]

You are startled by the cub's words, water pooling in your paws, as you look to the side and face the mischevious blue eyes of the hybrid. He giggles a bit and you meep out as his paw reaches out and grabs your package, small paw squeezing at your sheath, your knotted cock firming up as naughty arousal make you blush. You furtively look at the entrance to the room, the cub noticing. "I locked the door," he says quickly, before cupping a feel of your testicles through your shorts, making you moan out. "Your breath //reeks// of shit!" he then exclaims, pushing you away from the sink, your wet paws dripping water all over, faucet still running, the kitten quickly turns it off and faces you squarely, a healthy blush covering his cheeks as he steps in. "Would you mind giving me a kiss?" he says naughtily, eyes fluttering like some Disney character, the overdramatic gesture almost making you grin if it wasn't for the raunchy implications and your throbbing foxmeat that has made your shorts tent out. (link:"Give the boy a kiss")[You lean forward, arms awkwardly at your sides to not get the cub wet, and he grips your muzzle firmly and mashes his lips against yours, lewd slurps emitting from your mouths as you french kiss deeply, your cock throbs from the lewd act, and the hybrid's blue eyes twinkle with mischief and his face blushes as his own shorts begin to show a little tent. "Fuck, that tastes awful!" he exclaims, pushing your head back, the curseword far to strong for such a small cub, and he grins wickedly as you get a bigbrotherly expression on your face, "I mean, heck, whose shit did you eat?" You stumble for words, and the cub pulls your face close for another deep kiss, his long, canine tongue travelling deep into your mouth, sampling the tastes there. He pushes you back again, blue eyes staring intently at your own, "wanna give me a little meal?" he asks innocently, before he pushes in again, his tongue extending as far as it can, tickling the backside of your throat. You were already feeling slighly nauseous from the wolfscat in your belly, but the cub's prodding tongue really pushes you over the edge, stomach contracting as he prods your uvula [[vomit into his mouth]]]

As the foul mass enters your muzzle, it instantly burns your tongue a little, the remnants of some meal spiced with chili, its warmth spreading around your mouth. You chomp down on the turd and several explosions of sweetness mingle with the general offputting flavour of the cub's stool, the yellow bits revealed to be sweetcorn, undigested, now baked in his bowels for you to enjoy. You munch at the scat with raunchy delight, sweet flavours popping between your molars, the occasional round and grimy texture of beans ground up there, all undercoated with a spicy hint of chili, his previous meal as nourishing to you as it was to him. There's also the not-so-delicate flavour you know so well, re-digested cubscat, the mass in your mouth tasting of far more than what it should, utterly electrifying your tastebuds and causing your cock to throb from the idea of such a cute tigerfox eating his own shit. Your eyes, closed in delight from the raunchy action, open with a start and you groan out between the mess in your mouth, as the kitten has engulfed your spasming foxdick with his muzzle, using a paw behind your knot to squeeze out girlish whimpers from your throat, as you suddenly get very close to an orgasm, the twin oral action on your body sending spikes of electricity from your tongue to your dick and back again, causing you to hump into his muzzle. "Not so fast, Foxy," the cub chides, letting go of your needy cock, and battering your own paw away, giving you a firm push, causing you to awkwardly kick your legs as you fall backwards, the kitten straddling you and pressing his hot tailhole against your knotted erection, his spit and your deep tonguefuck preparation enough for him to sink down a couple of inches, the boy moaning out as you groan in tandem, the remainder of the scat all but forgotten in your muzzle as the sensation of his tight ass clamps down on your cock. "Roll over," the cub instructs you, and you push your hips up and to the side, spreading his tailhole further, as you and the cub end up with him underneath you, the kitten holding his legs at his knees and giving you full acces to rut him. [[He pulls you in for a kiss]]

With one paw, he reaches out and grabs a hold of your neck, causing your messy muzzle to meet his own, as he simultaniously lifts his hips off the ground, needily meeting the throbbing meat buried under his tail. Gravity causes the remaining scat in your muzzle to slide into his mouth and he sighs contently as his own mess coats his tongue, your own tongue following and playing around with his shit, pushing and moaning and slurping at his muzzle, sharing an utterly filthy kiss. His paw returns to keep his leg up, his hips still lifted from the floor, and you grasp his head, caressing his red headfur, stroking his orange-furred ears all the way to their black-furred tips, as you begin a slow fucking that quickly gains speed as the horniness from it all causes you to rut the kitten with intent, pelvis slapping into his buttocks, your foxmeat driving against his prostate again and again, his sphinter resisting your knot as you press the bulbous mass against it, trying to tie with him. The raunchy and messy french kiss intensifies, and you feel the kitten's canine prick poking at your bellyfur, his arousal spasming as his own scat is fed to him from your mouth, mushed-up by your tongue-action, and gliding down his throat in awful swallows he powers through, tailhole clenching everytime he painfully chokes down some hot mess, moaning out everytime your knot meets his backside, stretching him further and further. You both moan out as you finally manage to push your thick knot into him, the kitten mewling from the sting, turning to a very girlish moan as his knotted dick spasms against your bellyfur and he rides out his second orgasm, tailhole contracting and milking your cock of every drop of foxseed stored in your nuts, your mouths connected firmly, messily kissing and sharing in his rancid flavours, blushing, eyes locked in naughty delight from the action. The kitten mewls and whines as you continue to gyrate your hips slowly, teasing his sore and sensitive tailhole, pulling at your knot and then pushing your deflating prick against his prostate, all the while caressing his headfur and stroking his ear, the softness a delight under your paws, the kitten purring and occasionally yipping as his prostate is teased this way. You break the kiss with a slurp, a hefty, brown string of slime connecting your muzzles and falling onto his chestfur, slowly pulling your knot out with a pop, the kitten moaning, letting go of his legs and resting on the floor totally spent, watching you lazily with his blue eyes as you get to the sink and finally manage to get a good rinse of your mouth and a couple of cups worth of water down your throat to complement your meal. You pull on your clothes and get ready to leave, turning to face the kitten. You give the cub a wave and a wink, the kitten shakily extending a tired thumbs up, before letting his arm drop, and you leave the restroom. Outside you see his canine friend from earlier, searching for him. "Azzy? Azzy! Where are you?" he calls out, the beagle's brown eyes looking this way and that. "He's in there!" you call out to the puppy, jerking your thumb in the direction of the restroom, leaving the boy to let him discover his messed-up and exhausted friend. [[Leave->Enter the stage area]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

You make your way through the mass of furs and prowl around the area of the container restrooms. A couple of the doors there lead to big rooms specified as handicap/family, others as family, a whole row of regular toilets in small stalls as well. There is quite a bit of acitivity here, queues of women and a few men waiting to relieve their aching bladders or stomachs. (if:visits <= 1)[You finally get a chance for something naughty, when a door in front of you opens and a very drunk brown-furred bear staggers out right in front of you, a hefty smell of piss following in his wake. You naughtily skip the queue to enter the small restroom, only a few square meters of space and close the door behind you, sandals splashing as the drunk man has been unable to aim very well, yellow and pungent urine spattered all over (link:"Mop the floor")[You decide to act like a good volunteer and mop the floor. With your muzzle. You drop to your knees and begin licking and slurping the pungent urine there, the toilet actually recently cleaned so there is no grime to scrape up from the plastic flooring, only pure and salty urine that you lap up as your tongue makes passes over the pungent fluids, filling your mouth and especially your nose with the heavy stink of the bear's piss. You grope at your erection, and it throbs everytime your naughty tongue makes passes over the salty liquid. Eventually you finish slurping up the urine on the floor and get to the toilet itself, barely any stains on its porcelain as it has been recently cleaned, so you decide to just lick up the piss the bear has ungraciously left on the seat. Eventually you get to your feet, grap a few sheets of paper and wipe your knees and soggy sandals, awkwardly standing on one foot and getting the urine off so you don't leave any more marks, a quick peck at the imprint of your soles takes care of the last of it, a bit of grime covering your tongue. The last bit of paper you dab at your muzzle like some posh upperclass woman, finishing your cleanup.]] (if:visits is 2)[You make a couple more rounds, but nothing exciting happens.] (if:visits is 3)[You walk past the door to one of the family-sized restrooms and a middle-aged wolf pushes a twin-sized stroller in front of him, two cubs sitting there, one perhaps a couple of years and the other just maybe too big to be sitting in a stroller anymore. The smaller kid i sleeping and the older one is whooshing a toy airplane through the air as the father pushes the stroller along. A very hefty stink follows in their wake, as if the cubs have had their diapers changed. (link:"Check it out")[You step into the family-sized restroom and shut the door, the changing table down, its large surface perfect for changing little cubs' nappies. Underneath is a trashcan, and the strong smell seems to be coming from there, you make your way towards it, as two freshly-changed diapers are laying at the bottom of the recently-emptied bin. You are feeling particularily raunchy and lift the two soggy masses up, putting them on the changing table. Your cock hardens with arousal as you open up the nappies, one of them soggy yellow to the front, the other one clean, but both bulging and brown on the back. You uncurl your presents, the sound of the tape loosing its grip ringing out in the room, and are rewarded with twin meals, one smaller and messier, the other one a decent load of squashed yet firm logs. (link:"Eat it like fries with dip")[You gingerly pick up a decent sized turd, still warm to the touch, and bring it to your lips, nose huffing the raunchy scent, pawing yourself off as the act sends your horniness into overdrive. You bite down on the stool and your tastebuds are treated with the pleasant and mellow taste of a welllfed cub. Then you scoop up some of the messier scat with the turd, the brown sludge //much// stinkier and foul, clinging to the firmer scat, the twin tastes morphing into a perverted mix of stinks and tastes as you bite down, a bit of brown sliding down your muzzle, which you pass over with your tongue with relish. You pull out your cock from your shorts and squeeze your knot, spraying the floor under the changing table with your precum, as you slowly stimulate yourself to the raunchy act, scooping up some more the brown sludge with the firm turd and munching it down, whiskers twitching with excitement, nose curling and your tastebuds on fire as the cloying mess slowly dissapears down your gullet. There's more scat to be had, but its cooling and the loud music that can be heard outside remind you of the opportunity for lewd acts with fresh meals, so you let the rest of the twin piles of poop be wrapped up once again, but not before sucking at the urine-soggy diaper, nursing a bit of musky boypiss to wash down your meal. You bin the nappies and wipe your slightly muzzle with some paper, ready to explore yet again.]]] [[Leave->Follow the music]]

You keep a sneaky distance and walk along as the man pushes the stroller outside of the stage area and walks towards the VIP village, his stride swift and certain and your little cublegs struggle to keep up. The man cuts over a grassy field, the stroller bumping this way and that, and only the straps in the stroller keep the cub from falling out, you can hear him meep and groan out as his backside is lifted from his seat and plops down from the uneven ride, before they are up on the path again, the lion striding purposefully. The pair makes their way into the VIP village and head towards the restroom area and you furtively try to keep up, huffing and panting, the quick walk almost a jog for you, making you sweat in the summer sun. "H-Hurry, Daddy!" you hear the cub mewl out, as they approach the door to the restroom, and the man practically barges through the door, not pausing to close it properly. (link:"Sneak inside")[You furtively open the door, opening up to a view of a stall in front of you, which has a changing table to the side, where the dad is busy unstrapping his cub. You sneak into the stall, its door open, and climb the porcelain toilet, standing on the cistern and using your paws for purchase on the top of the wall that seperates it from the changing area, giving you a view of what happens. The kitten, now removed from his onesie, mewls as his dad lifts him with a grunt, and moans out as his butt makes contact with the surface of the changing table, a loud buzzing making the entire structure rattle. "Ooops, gotta turn that off," the man mumbles, and reaches inside his pocket, pulling out a small remote and pressing a button, causing the vibrations to cease. The man gently pushes the kitten back, he can barely fit on the changing table, and deftly unwraps the kitten's diaper, revealing it to be totally dry. The cub's barbed erection, decently sized for his age, is twitching and bobbing, he puts his small paws in the crooks of his knees, pulling back his legs, and you can see a large, purple buttplug is stuck up his little butt. [[What a sight!]]]

You silently moan out from the lewd sight, your erection spasming against your shorts, as the man grabs onto the plug, the kitten mewling out. "Please hurry, Daddy, I'm so full!" the cub groans, as the man begins to pull at the base of the plug. It's huge! The kitten's tailhole stretches obscenely as the man pulls gently at the purple rubber, expanding and then expanding further than you would have thought, before it leaves his tailhole in a fluid motion, the cub's gaped anus spasming before he defacates with a grunt, the purple buttplug utterly covered in the same brown waste that now exits his body and lands on the diaper, the adult lion's nose twitching, before his large muzzle engulfs the plug, rubbing his crotch from the lewd sight and the lewd action of his son's gaping tailhole expelling the scat that had been held there. The kitten groans and strains, turds snaking out of his hole, the pile growing in front of his crotch, the mess touching his buttocks and colouring the sandy-coloured fur there in brown. His little erection is twitching and bobbing all along, as his tailhole is stimulated this way, the adult putting the now-clean plug on the table with a thud, his shorts discarded, a proud 7inch barbed cock twitching in arousal, half of it already covered in the pre that oozes out from his excitement. "Can you make me a bottle," the cub asks, looking cutely at his dad. "Only babies get bottles," the man responds, lifting an eyebrow. "Dada, make choko milkies!" the cub gurgles out in an imitation of toddler's speech "You want Daddy's special chokolate milk?" the man asks, slowly groping his spasming erection. "Yay, Dada, choko milkies! Choko spezhul milkies!" the kitten exclaims, giggling from the act, small erection still twitching, pulling his legs this way and that, the scat at his tailhole messing up his fur even further. [[Watch him prepare the special drink]] [[This is some wierd and perverted stuff you don't really want to witness! Leave->Head out the entrance door]]

The man reaches under the stroller and pulls out a large, clear plastic bottle with a suckling tip, takes the lid off and positions his barbed erection to the entrance, coaxing out a few drops of pre, the clear fluid dripping down, before he scrounges up his face in concentration, the erection softening a bit. "Choko milkies! Choko milkies!" the cub's voice rings out, impatient for his treat. "Patience, baby, just a little more time..." the lion groans out, before his dick erupts in a spray of dark-yellow piss, capturing his urine in the plastic bottle. He dick tenses up and then the man visibly relaxes, opening his bladder to a more steady stream, the lewd sound of the bottle filling up, the sight of his yellow urine foaming, causes your erection to poke painfully in your shorts, your precarious hiding spot preventing you from attending to it. The strong scent of his urine reaches your twitching nose, salty and powerful, and you see the yellow colour clearly through the plastic bottle at its level rises, the man cutting off his stream with a huff as its about halfway full. He sets the bottle down with a slushy thud next to the kitten, who looks at it with eager eyes, a heavy blush on his face as his twitching erection anticipates the special treat. The man reaches for a packet of disposable blue rubber gloves and puts them on, reaches for the mound of his son's cubscat, and begins to insert the brown mess into the bottle, packing in scoop after scoop until it is nearly filled to the top, using a napkin to wipe the screw-bit and twisting the lid back on, before he pulls off the rubber gloves and bin them. The man makes a show out of shaking the bottle, twisting it this way and that, rolling it deftly around in his circles in his palm and even throwing it over himself from behind, catching it right in front of the kitten's giggling face, the yellow and the browns soon mixing to a goopy, slurry texture. "There! Daddy's special chokolate milk!" the man says with a flourish, handing the bottle to his giggling son, who wastes no time in putting the tip into his mouth, suckling on the filthy concoction with a naughty moan, still keeping his trembling legs up, as his dad begins the proces of pulling the diaper away and rolling it up to be discarded, before he brings out a packet of wetwipes and cleans off his son's dirty backside, removing all traces of cubscat from his fur, only leaving a smudgeon on his tailhole, which he leans into and presses his muzzle against, getting another taste of his son's waste as he gives him a deep tongue-fucking, moving his large head this way and that, holding the kitten's legs backwards, curling up the boy's body, as he drives his tongue in again and again. The kitten is mewling and moaning from the sensations, suckling slowly at the brown-coloured bottle, occasionally letting out a cute gag or burp from the taste. [["Daddy, put peepee in bumbum!"]]

The man grins from his cub still using the toddler-speech and pulls his kitten closer to his crotch, resting the tip of his 7inch cock at the puffy entrance to his son's backside, slowly opening up the stretched-out hole with his barbed erection. The kitten moans out and blushes heavily, his little erection bobbing and weaving, as the man begins the act of fucking his son, the changing table rattling as he drives his hips forward again and again, the kitten's yielding tailhole accepting every inch of his meat. The cub moans out sharply and suckles even harder, gaggy gulps emitting from his throat even as he whimpers out in pleasure as his dad's large cock rams into his prostate, dicklet twitching this way and that from the breeding. The lion grips the legs a little harder and really gets into it, pelvis smacking against his son's buttocks as he gets near his climax, the kitten taking the assaults on his prostate with loud mewls and gurgling sucklings on the filth-filled bottle, his stomach treated from two sides, moaning out louder and louder as his tailhole is battered by his dad's cock. The changing table rattles with increasing speed, the plug falling over, the man sweating and groaning as he drives his hips deeply forward, pistoning the young tailhole in short thrusts as he climaxes, painting the insides of his son white with his seed. The kitten moans out loudly, dropping the bottle and letting it roll off the rattling table, lips painted brown, as he grasps his dad's paws and mewls his way through an intense prostate orgasm, the feline shuddering, dick twitching. The man groans and leans forward, his prick as deep as possible, muzzle meeting his son's and they share a filthy kiss, the cub accidentally burning into his father's mouth with a blush, the man not caring, grinding away, both of the visibly relaxing into the deep kiss, sharing a special moment in the afterglow. The man pulls out his deflating cock in a spatter of cum and reaches for the plug, his cum acting as lubricant as he inserts the huge, purple rubber sextoy of his kitten's butt, before equipping him with a fresh diaper and helping him into his onesie, setting the mewling cub in the stroller, the boy tuckered out and sucking his thumb lazily, eyes lidding as tiredness overtake him. After cleaning up, rinsing the filthy bottle, they leave the room and you awkwardly climb down the cistern, legs cramping a bit, moaning out as you are finally capable of squeezing your aching erection through your shorts, somewhat annoyed at not being able to play with yourself to the lewd sights you just witnessed. [[Leave->Head out the entrance door]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

In the murky light you excitedly walk around, catching peeks at the various males unloading their bladders, pungent aromas of many different species tickling your nose, sandals occasionally stepping in a yellow puddle with s splash. A blush arises on your cheeks and your shorts tent up, sniffing loudly and getting a bouquet of masculine smells that almost burn your sinuses from their intensity. You walk past a poster that has been hung with plastic cable ties. TODAY'S PISS IS TOMORROW'S BEER A small text explaining an ecological initiative to treat and recycle the festival goers piss and turn it into beer for next years festival, the suggestion makes you blush, even if you know it won't be the same as the real deal. As you stand there, reading the text, you notice there is a gap between the fencing, cable-ties cut, if you want to you could probably squeeze through. [[Go through the fence]] [[Leave->Follow the music]]

Just as you about to cannonball into the musky water, you take a moment to check out the container a second time. Which is lucky. //There is no ladder//! Your horniness is tinged with a slight fright as you almost jumped into a problematic situation, your mind buzzes with the idea of eventually drowning in the warm piss, causing you to shudder. You step away from the container and put your paws on your bare hips, the aroma still enticing your cock to stand erect, and think long and hard about what to do next. Your eyes travel to the thick hose, the source of all the piss, and your mind wanders with raunchy ideas. (link:"Pull off the hose")[The mechanism is simple, and you pull off the 2inch hose, stinky urine flowing out and splashing to the ground, a pool quickly forming around your feet, warming your paws with hot urine. You get to your knees in the puddle, and use the hose to let the urine flow over your body, pungent piss covering you from head to toes, the warm fluid creeping into every inch of your fur. You open your mouth and gargle the hot stream, gripping your erection with your other paw, and jerk yourself off slowly as you let the fluid wash over your muzzle, occasionally letting it travel down your throat in long and needy gulps, your cock spasming as you let the musky piss enter your stomach, eyes stinging when the salty liquid enters them, blinking and moaning and gulping and groaning and gulping, you sit there in the sordid shower, masturbating faster and faster, rapidly approaching an orgasm from the naughtiness of it all. Before you cum, you get a raunchy idea, looking quizically at the hose, wondering if it will fit up your tailhole. You decide to give it a go, first sucking a couple of fingers and moaning as you stretch yourself out, directing the stream of hot piss at your knotted cock, which spasms in delight from the golden shower. You take a deep breath and insert the hose up your backside, wincing as its thickness causes you some issues, not able to lube it up properly due to the constant flow. But you persevere and are rewarded with the amazing sensation of warm piss flowing directly up your tailhole, quickly causing you to feel full. You endure the sensation, and something feels like it pops inside you, as the flow travels further up your intestines, filling your rectum and stomach with the hot and musky fluids, bloating you out further and further, belly distending to the size where it looks like you are pregnant, the sloshing fluids actually pulling you forward a bit as the weight of it all fills your tummy. You pull the hose out with a gasp and a spurt of urine, tailhole clenching mightily in an attempt to keep the hot piss inside, quickly inserting the hose into the container again, one paw masturbating furiously, the other one holding your aching stomach, as the urgent diarrhea-like feeling in your tailhole causes it to spasm. You moan out, jerking even faster, and expell a torrent of fluids from your tailhole as you cum, yipping loudly at the sensation of your stomach deflating as all the hot piss leaves your body in a powerful spray that covers the grass around you in a mist of piss, your cock spasming and sending ropes of juvenile semen all over the puddle you sit in, white mixing with yellow as you ride out your orgasm. You are utterly drenched, utterly spent, panting and groaning as you come down from your orgasmic high, your sense of smell and taste overwhelmed by the sudden pungency in the air, your matted fur tickling your body as fluids continue to drip down. You expell another blubbery explosion of piss from your butt, stomach churning, and you lay on your side and clutch your belly as the sensation gets quite unpleasant, the deep, salty enema pulling a number on your intestines as you expell the remnants of the hot urine. A flashlight suddenly illuminates you, a grown man's voice calling out: [["What the Hell are you doing?"]]]

You furtively look this way and that, but the males pissing are all engrossed in unloading their bladders, and you make it past the fence quickly, hiding behind the large poster. You are standing in a narrow corridor between the fence and thick, impassable shrubbery in front of you. You bump your feet against a rubber hose, 2 inches thick, that comes out of the ground, trailing in the parallel to the fence. It must be where the piss flows away and into a tank further away. You follow the hose, urinals and posters obscuring your small form as you make your way along the fence, and end up in a small clearing that is fenced in, the hose going into a lidded plastic structure that is buried in the ground. There's a hatch at the top. (link:"Open the hatch")[You open the heavy plastic hatch and heavy stink of ammonia assaults your nose as you look down onto a sea of piss, a steady flow running from the hose that empties into the deep, plastic container. The strong smell of so many furs' urine excites you greatly, and you unconciously discard your clothing and sandals, putting them on top of the structure, ready to take a hot swim. [[Jump into the container]]]

You look panicking at the source of the voice, squinting at the powerful light, which is mercifully turned off, revealing a big elephant man in a yellow vest, a volunteer security guard. The man looks at you with some amount of revulsion, your naked body laying there in a huge puddle of stinky urine, spent cock twitching and slowly retreating into its sheath, your eyes wide and guilty as you are trapped. "I- I can explain!" you try to say, but the man puts up a warning paw, trunk twitching in annoyance, and shakes his head. "Don't say anything, pup, the evidence is clear," the man growls omniously, taking a couple steps closer, his large form towering over your prone position. Then he smiles broadly, the expression on his face changing from night to day, as he picks up your clothes and sandals and beckons you to follow him. "I think you need a shower, pup!" (link:"Follow the man")[Your mind churns, considering escaping, but you decide to follow the man. He has your stuff after all! He leads the way into a series of narrow and twisting corridors between fences, plywood covering them on the other side, the sounds of dining and talking coming from behind the structures, occasionally stopping up, holding his paw to make you stand still, as someone walks past, his large form obscuring your presence. "This is the volunteer village," the elephant explains, "the private showers are just around the corner here." You turn the corner and the man leads you into a small shower stall, the room containing a small woden bench and a few hangers leading to an enclosed shower, ushering you in, and closing and locking the door behind you. "Get your dirty ass into that shower, boy!" the elephant commands, and you meep out and obey him swiftly, entering the small compartment, turning on the water and groaning out as the hot water washes the yellow and stinky filth off your body. You hear a clunk as the elephant's heavy belt follows his trousers to the ground and turn to face the huge man, his hefty meat dangling between his legs, slowly hardening up. You gulp as he enters the shower, standing behind you, his massive erection poking between your shoulders before he let it travel over, resting its hefty mass on your shoulder, its length prodding past your muzzle, and you look sideways down at the thick, spasming cock with a blush and a dry swallow. [[The elephant grabs you and lifts you up]]]

The powerful elephant pulls back his pelvis, his thick and pre-dripping cock sliding against your neckfur, before he grabs you under your shoulders and lifts you up, heaving at you somewhat painfully, letting go and then grabbing your buttocks, spreading your asscheeks wide with his strong fingers. His massive member prods under your tail, ludicrous amounts of pre squelches against your ring as he presses his cockhead against your entrance. His trunk curls around your muzzle as he drives his hips forward and lets his arms lower you, the loud yip from the hefty sting smothered by his dextrous appendage. "Good thing you already stretched yourself out //and// cleaned your bottom," the man growls in lust, as he begins to fuck you slowly, lifting you up and down, powerful muscles using your body as a living fleshlight, every yip and moan coming from your throat muffled as his trunk keeps your muzzle firmly closed, forcing you to breathe through your nose, the hefty stink of urine slowly washing away in the hot shower. "Jerk yourself off for me, pup," the elephant commands, and you come to your senses and grip your cock, which is fully erect and out of its sheath from the anal stimulation, moaning through your nose. "Gonna fuck your dirty ass, puppy!" the man growls, as he picks up speed, driving his massive prick deeply inside your tailhole, spearing your insides and painfully stretching your anal ring, making you groan out and then moan as that huge cock rams against your prostate, your cock spasming. Wet squelches fill the steamy air as he humps you, lifting you high, thumbs crossing over your thighs and assisting your descent and your bodies smack together, his hefty member ramming your tailhole in all the right ways, your muffled moans and yips ringing out in the cramped room, your paw a blur as you masturbate yourself to an intense orgasm, your clenching tailhole pushing the elephant over the edge and he simply pushes you against his crotch as hard as he can, humping you, gyrating his hips as his cock erupts in a torrent of semen that warms your belly. Your breath is momentarily driven from your body as the intense orgasm and his deeply prodding prick wracks your senses, cum shooting all over from your knotted cock, the fluid circling the drain and washing away, your tailhole leaking from overflowing from his hefty balls unloading inside you, and then spattering as he pulls his softening member out in quick and rough motion, your gaping tailhole expelling his cum down the floor. He finally lets go of your aching muzzle, and gives you a peck on the top of your head. "Good puppy," he praises you, causing you to blush a little and melt into his soft chest, grinding your back against it with a murr. "Time to finish up," the man says in a resigned tone, "have to get back on duty." You make a quick job out of washing yourself, getting the last urine out of your fur, spasming tailhole slowly closing up, only the slight ache reminding you of your raunchy piss enema and the elephants thick cock, now hidden away under his trousers. You finish up and get dressed, and he leads you out of the volunteer village and sets you off your merry way with a smile and a slap to your butt. [[Leave->Follow the music]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]

The crowd is massive, thousands of people are mingling, many standing still outside the paths, having their own gatherings, smoking and drinking. You hear shouts and conversations and a whole buzz of mutterings from the huge crowd, your small form being battered as drunk men stride past you, cardboard-containers with 5 beers hanging, off to find their mates. As you push towards the stage, the path ends and there is only grass to walk on, utterly occupied by a throng of people, and you have a very hard time making your way through the standing and sitting furs who await the arrival of the popular band. Occasionally you have to step over splayed out legs, careful not to kick beers and other beverages standing in the grass, one time jumping over the torso of a sleeping tiger as the crowd is too thick for you to get around easily. The elevated structure of the sound technicians' booth gets closer and you are finally able to spot Anders the panda, his huge form and distinctive colouration making him a beacon in the sea of black band t-shirts. (link:"Head over to the men")[The ursine's face lights up in a broad smile as he notices you, calling out your name, alerting the others to your presence. The men are somewhat intoxicated, your dad especially, holding a beer in each paw and, a rare occasion, a cigarette in his mouth, looking like some youthful rockstar, his eyes slightly red from inhebriation as he yells out your name, coughing out some smoke as he forgot he had just inhaled, a grinning Jack deftly pulling the cigarette from his lips and taking a few puffs, blowing smoke rings, and curling his mouth from the taste, before taking another puff, washing down the smoke with a sip of his beer. "Billy, my dear, you look //absolutely// dreadful," Robért says, the rooster nursing a clear plastic cup with a red beverage. "Boy looks like he has had a rump in the hay, eh ése?" Jack asks rhetorically, the other adults chuckling, your dad coming over and embracing you with drunken friendliness, twin cups of beer sloshing worryingly close to you, stinking of tobacco and alcohol. His reeking muzzle makes a few passes over your own, his nose sniffing, and his whiskers twitch mightily as he gets to his full height again, turning to face the others. "Smells like someone put a load or two down his muzzle, and not just cum!" he exclaims in his drunkenness, the others shushing him with furious handwaving, the crowd not so loud as to prevent other furs from listening in if they want. Your dad's ears splay back in an exaggerated fashion, emotions amplified by the alcohol, and you step in and pat him on the back in a friendly manner to ease the tension. He lights up and moves a paw to ruffle your hair, only to remember the beer, almost splashing you with it, leaning down and putting his muzzle to your ear. "I hope you have had a great evening," he says, controlling his voice and sounding almost sober, before his mouth splits in a huge smile and he impacts your back with his swinging bottom so hard you stumble forward, you dad laughing crudely, the others chuckling as well with the sort of manly tone for a good friend getting laid, good natured and far too loud for comfort. [[The light is turned down and the crowd roars]]]

The sea of furs shimmers as your attention is brought towards the stage, the crowd surging forwards. The grass field is slightly sloped, giving you a view through the people in front of you of the great mass of black t-shirts waving its way forward. A long fence encloses the area in front of the stage, containing the crazy mosh pit that is sure to form there, keeping the crowds apart in several smaller section for safety reasons, your father have told you of a festival he once attended where a couple of people were trambled to death, and since then, strict safety measure and crowd controls have been observed. The light are lowered in intensity, changing colour to a dull red, suddenly the nightsky lights up with pyrotechnics, two dozen blasts of flame and sparks that arc up in the air, flying higher than the canopy covering the stage, the sea of black-clad festival goers illuminated in the light, the heat travelling even as far back as where you are standing, whooshing hot air blowing over your messy headfur. Your eyes widen from the exciting sight and your ears are treated to the opening riff and the bangs of the foot-pedal, one of your favorite songs beginning the show. The crowd goes wild, fists and finger-horns are pumped into the air in rhytm to the music, the vocalist's foreign language shouting out the guttural sounds of the song, the crowd singing along, ten thousand voices ringing out, overshadowed by the amplified drums, guitars and the well-mastered voice of the lead singer, his words never drowned by the guitars unlike some bands with worse sound technicians. You can't really see the scene properly, your small height making everyone in front of you an obstacle to your sight, and you have to peek this way and that for a view of the stage, opting to look at one of the big screens instead, the show transmitted there, cameras zooming in an out on the various members of the band, six canines in various leather gear, one of them in something like a bondage harness, guitars and bass and keyboard churning out the melodies, while the small Chihaua drummer furiously handles the drumset, the lead singer a middle-aged bloodhound, droopy eyes accentuated by black paint on his face. Suddenly gravity pulls you upwards, and you are placed on the shoulder of the big panda, giving you the full view of the action. In a lewd and sneaky moment, he brings his muzzle to your thigh, sniffing there, his breath tickling you and causing you to squirm, a rumble coming from his throat. "A canine, huh?" he shouts to you, and you blush a little and shout yes, before the both of you are almost knocked over by the next display of pyrotechnics, a roaring sheet of flame coming from the canopy above the scene, washing out horisontally over the crowd, blasting your face with a gush of hot air and causing Anders to stumble in surprise, Jack stepping in to grip his arm, beefy muscles tensing and preventing the two of you from falling. You stay on Anders' shoulders for the duration of the concert, pumping your arms into the air, singing along on your favorite songs, your dad and the others as well, searching out each others eyes when a particularily good song or riff or pyrotechnics display appears, sharing a happy and excited moment, before ripping their eyes towards the scene again, shouting hoarsely. You will never forget this concert, you think, young mind addled with all the impressions from it all. [[The concert ends]]

The crowd roars as the final song is announced and finished, then roars louder when an additional three tracks are played a minute afterwards, the lead singer whipping everyone into a frenzy. The third last song is where he gets all the furs to get to the ground, the stadium lights turn on in a staggered fashion, every fourth lighting up, so everyone can see everyone else hover close to the ground, some furs on their knees and others in squats. The crowd looses their minds when the command is given to jump, ten thousand bodies or more jumping in rhytm to the music, your backside bruising as Anders jumps with no regard to your well-being, his strong paws keeping you from falling but not your butt from lifting and crashing down on his shoulders painfully. The second last song is from their first album, hard and fast, he shouts for the pit to go crazy and you see a dustcloud appear in front of the stage, the big screens zooming into the action of something that looks like a medieval battle, furs running into each other, jostling against each other, shoulders bumping and bodies flying to the ground, only for the one who pushed another down reaching to pull them to their feet again. You look to the side, and Robért, Jack and your dad are merrily mirroring the actions of the pit, beer and beverages slushing out their cups as they jostle around with wide grins on their faces, kind enough not to bump into Anders and you. With a huge explosion of fireworks and pyrotechnics, arrows of green flame that arch over the audience, jets of flames going high in the air, the concert finally comes to its conclusion, a large roar coming from the crowd lasting for several minutes, everyone satisfied from the excellent show. Your dad and the others are huffing and puffing from their "dancing" and Anders groans slightly as well as he puts you down, revealing his t-shirt to be soaked with sweat from the excertion of carrying your weight the entire concert. You give him a happy hug and a thank you, making him smile. The guys turn to leave and you stop them, telling them that you are waiting for someone. At this, the variously drunk men gather around you, their curiosity from earlier re-ignited, demanding to know what happened, hemming you in with their much larger bodies, broad and drunk smiles on their faces. "His name is Johnny and he's a wolf," you begin, the men nodding, "Uhmmm, I actually met him twice today and before the concert we went to me and my dad's abandoned camp," your drunk father crosses his eyes a bit as he tries to remember where he left the tent, then ears peak up as the memory appears and he nods sagely. "Well.. We had.. Fun," you finish lamely, not sure how to word your thoughts about the actions with the wolf, as "fun" is too little of a word to fully describe the intensity of your emotions. You blush a little and butterflies begin to fly around in your stomach. "Oh!" Robért exclaims with a teasing smile, "It's a festival //romance//!" his words pronouncing the word in his own language, its roots revealed to you. You blush even heavier and nod, ears drooping as the butterflies travel up your stomach, your heart beating fast from the emotions. "Nice!" Anders says. "Good for you, kid," your dad says, eyes misting a bit. "That's rocking, mi hermano!" Jack chuckles, slapping your shoulder gently with his huge paw. Emberrasment turn to joy as the men share in your happiness, your ears peak up again, and you begin to explain the story while you wait for Johnny to arrive. [[Your wolf appears, coming from the stage, trailed by his bunny friend and their parents]]

Johnny smiles at you and waves, happy to see that you are where you told him to find you. His bunny friend is close by, as is two older rabbits, his mom and dad, and a mature and haggard-looking female wolf with a beercup in her paw, a cigarette in the other. "Alex, this is Billy, he helped me out earlier," Johnny says, blushing a bit and rubbing his headfur, catching your eye and making you remember the "accident" he lied about to spend time with you. You wave hello at the bunny who smiles at you. "And this must be the boy who helped out Johnny," the rabbit's mother says, getting closer and smiling in a friendly manner to you, before looking somewhat sceptically at the men behind you who do their very best to keep up appearances, saying hello and waving, Jack elbowing your dad as he stumbles a little from drunkeness. "Whatever," the wolf woman speaks up, her tone slurred, "Johnny's too old for that sort of shit!" Your wolf's ears droop down and he blushes in embarresment and anger from his mother deriding him. "It's okay," you chirp out, "Anyone can have an accident when they are in a foreign place and eat too much fastfood!" At this the rabbit's parents chuckle in agreement, but the lupine woman just stares at you flatly, before she hawks up some slime and spits on the grass, turning away with a stagger and sipping a good portion of her beer in one go. "Charming," you hear Robért murmour, his voice laced with consternation. The bunnies look emberassed as well, trading some significant looks, the woman stepping in and patting Johnny on his shoulder, the cub stiffening a little from the show of affection. "Johnny's a good boy," she says to you, and gives the both of you a smile, the wolf's ears perking up again. [[Suggest that your wolf come home with you]]

You ask the rabbits if it would be okay if Johnny went back to VIP village with you, your dad and his friends. You make up a lie about sharing an interest in a certain video game, proclaiming that you have a handheld console and would love to share the experience with the wolf. The bunny looks slightly upset at the notion of being left, but Johnny quickly reassures him that it is only for the night and he will return to their camp tomorrow for more adventures, quickly looking to you and giving you a wink of his eyes. The parents look somewhat sceptical, but Robért steps in, ever eloquent and well-mannered, he assures them that the wolf will be taken good care of. Only the mother remains to be convinced, but that is easier than you would have thought, "I don't give a shit," she proclaims in a slurring voice, draining the rest of her beer and throwing the plastic cup to the ground, "I'm gonna get more beer, don't shit in your new friend's bed," she says cruelly before turning and moving away. Johnny blushes and Robért takes a step forward, feathered paw curling into a fist he shakes at the woman's back as a rare expression of anger crosses his face, "//merde//!" he exclaims, before taking a deep sigh and looking down at the two of you, his features softening into a happy smile, "though I guess that it is settled then!" You walk out of the stage area in a group, and make your farewells outside, as the bunnies make their way toward the main tent camp and you and your entourage walk an almost opposite direction towards the illuminated structures of the VIP village, shaped like finger horns, red light emanating in the warm summer night-air. "Uhmm, how do get inside?" Johnny asks a little worriedly as you near the entrance, flanked by two volunteers checking armbands. "Just walk in the middle, they won't check a cub's armband that throughougly anyways," a quick-thinking Jack says, and the wolf shuffles to the middle of your group. You show off your armbands to the volunteers, who lazily check a few of the adults' and lets you in without a hassle. [[You make your way inside the VIP dwelling]]

Johnny Ooooohs and Aaaaahs at the sights of the VIP dwellings up close, the wooden structures formed in the shape of the finger horns you throw at concerts, illuminated by red lights that trail the "fingers". He's wowed by the size of the main living room, taking in the scope of the structure. "This sure as hell beats a tent," he chimes out loudly, and the men chuckle in agreement. The atmosphere turns a little strange, as the men observe the wolf with keen interest. In the bright lights of the room, it is clear to see that his fur is ruffled and matty, looking like someone who had exerted themselves a lot, his black band t-shirt is clinging a little to his body from sweat, he must have really been having a good time at the concert! Your dad leans down, his muzzle fuming from alcohol, and gives you a deep kiss right in front of the wolf, causing him to gasp and blush at the sight of the beer-flavoured tongue passing deeply inside your slightly-protesting muzzle, giving you a hug and your butt a squeeze, before he lets go and wobbles his head uncertainly, eyes crossing a little. "I'm going to bed," he declares in a slur, and stumbles up the staircase to the right of the kitchen area, towards your room. Robért gives the two of you a beaming smile, before he turns to the messy table in front of the large 3-way couch and begins clearing plates and cutlery, Anders helping him out and Jack telling that he will get a spare sleeping bag for the two of you. The bull returns, heavy thuds coming from the staircase to the left of the kitchen, with the rolled-up bag and unfurls it with a flourish. It's a huge thing, made for an adult his size. "I think you can share this," he says with a smirk, pushing it into your arms and giving your crotch a quick squeeze, making you meep out and Johnny's mouth to make a bashful O of surprise. "Hey Anders," he calls out to the panda, "those dishes can wait, I have a video you just absolutely have to see," the bull says, flashing a naughty smirk at the big panda who huffs and follows him up the other staircase, giving you an exaggerated naughty blink of his eye. Robért has finished cleaning up the table in front of the couch and pats the couch itself, his paw scraping off a few breadcrumbs from your ealier meal, making your bed ready. "I think I'll head to bed as well, you boys might want a shower before creeping under the sleeping bag. Or not," he concludes, raising an eyebrow at the wolf whom you have stepped closer to, his adolescant musk pretty intense despite your tongue-bath earlier. The rooster pats the wolf gently on the shoulder and gives your cheek a little pinch, before heading up the staircase, feathered buttocks swishing a little as he walks. [["Those guys and your dad are wierd..."]]

You grin a little at the words, Johnny obviously not used to this casual atmosphere of male horniness and friendliness, and step closer to your wolf, embracing him and giving him a deep kiss. The bigger boy melts into your arms, you finally have some privacy and safety, and despite his reservations about the men in the building, Johnny is relaxed enough to hug you back tightly, murring into your mouth as you share a little moment together. (link:"\"Let's take a bath\"")[You grab his paw and it clutches you back, making your palm tingle, and pull him towards the restroom. You begin to draw a bath, the bathtub slowly filling with fragrant and soapy bubbles, give the wolf a naughty look, and make a show out of pulling your clothes off, dancing to an unheard tune, extending your arms languidly as you pull off your t-shit, wiggling your butt when you bend to undo your sandals, and swishing your bushy tail around as you pull down your underwear in an agonizingly slow fashion. All the while you look back over your shoulders, twisting your head this way and that, gauging the wolf's reation. Johnny's blue eyes follow you with keen interest, his shorts tenting a bit, then a lot, not at all remembering to take off his own clothes, just enjoying your show. You turn on the ball of your foot 180 degrees and face him directly, showing off your half-boner, and take the steps towards him that allow you to run your paws over his body, fingers trailing from shoulders to calves and back again, groping his throbbing package. tickling the sides of his stomach. You grab a hold of his t-shirt and lifts his arms in the air as you pull it off, you dance closer to your wolf, snout trailing his neck and armpits, opening your muzzle and scraping your teeth gently down his bellyfur, deftly opening and pulling his shorts and underwear down before taking his musky cock into your mouth. His red rocket is fully out of its sheath, a hefty smell coming from the action of the long concert as well as traces of your own musk from back in the tent. He moans out and grabs your headfur as your muzzle expertly bob and weave its way through a quick blowjob, your wolf deserving a nice release for coming home with you. You catch his bright, blue eyes looking down at you, tongue happily lolling out of his mouth, the cub's paws on your headfur simply holding and scritching, letting you control the pace. It doesn't take long for your careful ministrations to push him over the edge and you are rewarded with warm sputs of wolfseed, drinking down his cum and you nurse his now-sensitive cock a little, before letting it go with a slurp and a happy grin, his softened and satisfied facial features the true treat. [[Hop into the bathtub]]]

You get off your knees, and Johnny grabs you tightly, pressing his tongue deeply inside your muzzle, tasting his own musk and seed and murring through it all, letting you go and looking at the half-filled bathtub. "Let's get in," he says. The two of you gingerly make your way into the hot and foamy water, closing off the tap as the displacement of your bodies lifts the water almost to the edge. Johnny leans back and you settle in with your back to his stomach, the tub barely able to hold the both of you without a bit of wiggling and compromise of position. The hot water really makes him stink up the room as juvenile musk starts running down his features, his armpits moistening up and releasing their potent stink, causing him to scrounge up his face a little, yet you simply rest your bodyweight onto him and melt into his grimy fur, covering your backside with his smell, marking you as his. A few moments of bliss follows where the wolf cups his paws and brings soapy water above your head and splashes your facial fur, before idly scritching and lathering you up, his breath rumbling in his chest as he almost purrs from the intimate act, you murr out as he massages your scalp, his strong fingers going everywhere, exploring every nook and cranny of your head, scritching and pushing and stroking, finding out where you begin to press your head against when it feels really good and scritching harder, your mind buzzing from the simple pleasure of it all. He gets a little distracted and pauses for a bit, making your chirp out a vocalisation shaped like a question mark. (link:"\"Uhmmm, I kinda have to pee\"")["Uhmm, I kinda have to pee," he says, "normally I would just go if I was in a bathtub, but since you are here.." You lift yourself off him and rummage around the small tub, managing to wiggling your way around to facing him on your knees, giving him a naughty stare, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. "You are such a wierd boy," he says with a smirk, getting to his feet and presenting his soapy sheath to you. He grips around there, pulling out a sliver of red, and presents his dick to your muzzle, resting the very tip against your tongue. He moans out and a spray of hot wolfpiss makes it into your muzzle, instantly foaming up in a seasalty manner, powerful and musky. You gurgle a little as you begin swallowing with your muzzle still open, your dick hardens in your sheath, and you coax out your throbbing erection, grasping your knot as the wolf's strong urine makes its way down your gullet. You moan out as the spray just continues and continues, the wolf's bladder must have been full to bursting. Delightful! [[He turns around]]]

After finishing urinating into your mouth, squeezing his dick to get the last drops tinkle inside, he turns around, and your horny mind anticipates something even better, but he just sits his ass down in the water and looks back over his shoulder with a smirk. "Wanna scrub my headfur?" Johnny says teasingly, fully aware of your tendencies and having a bit of fun riling you up. You pout for a second and then smile broadly. You'll do whatever makes him happy. You cup your paws and bring up soapy water again and again, washing off the grime and sweat, beginning with his head and working your way down, pulling his arms up and cleaning his musky armpits in a rigorous scrubbing, Johnny's shoulders pulling forwards, utterly relaxed, as he rests his arms on the sides of the bathtub while you clean him. Eventually the water grows somewhat cool, and you reach behind you to unplug the tub, letting the somewhat grimy and non-foamy water rush down the drain. You reach for the shower head for the final rinse and Johnny surprises you by asking for a different kind of shower, laying his body fully down to let you tower over him, his head between your feet, close to the plug, knees bent slightly as his entire length is laying underneath you. You give him a naughty grin and coax out a little of your dick, bending forwards, your bladder quick to release its musky content over his lower body, splashing against stomach and groin, rivulets of yellow fluids trickling down his grey pelt, the tip of his cock appears in its sheath and you aim directly at his meat, causing it to throb from the warm and smelly impact, Johnny moaning out in raunchy pleasure. He then lifts his body up, opening his mouth, your stream flying past his muzzle that is suddenly very close to you piss. (link:"Give him a drink")[You angle the stream downwards, and your stream makes contact with the bottom of his muzzle, the yellow fluid running down and caressing the fur on his throat, pooling in the crook of his larynx, before he lifts his head further and your musky piss flows directly into his muzzle. The wolf coughs and spits from the salty experience, shaking his head, and then opens again, letting the urine pool. He makes a painful swallow, then another, you see his dick hardening from the sordic act and he moans out and lifts his muzzle closer, not letting any of your piss go to waste, swallowing down every single drop. As your stream dies down, your wolf almost //whines// from the naughty act being over, making you grin in delight from having converted the boy to this kind of play. You turn to grab the showerhead and Johnny rummages around, getting on his knees and facing you, as you turn on the hot water and rinse him off, removing any traces of your urine from his fur except for a very slight musky scent. After a good rinse, you hand him the shower head, he stays on his knees as you kneel down, getting close and personal, rinsing you off with the spray a few inches from your body, making sure to almost spray inside your sheath with a tinkle of laughter as you squirm from the sensations. [[Finish off and head to bed]]]

Fully rinsed and smelling like soap, you head out of the bathtub and towel yourselves dry. The wolf looks at his smelly underwear, clear yellow colouration on the front and skidmarks on the back, and you smack it out of his paw, telling him that he can borrow some of your clothing, or maybe some of the other guys' if it doesn't fit. "But.. You want us to sleep naked??" he asks, incredously. You simply nod and pull at his paw, dragging the boy into the main living room and pointing at your sleeping place on the couch, telling him to get under the sleeping bag. As he rummages under the synthetic fabric, you turn off the light and join him, creeping under the sleeping bag, your heads resting on the same pillow. You lean in for a kiss, and your mouth is assaulted with the strong taste of your own musky urine, making your pecker harden a little, though you mind is getting woozy with tiredness as well. Still, you french kiss for a little while, caressing each other's heads, scritching ears, scritching the underside of muzzles, sloppy slurps and tinkling laughter and moans as you enjoy each other in this most intimate way. You yawn suddenly, muzzle opening fully, and Johnny responds with his own huge yawn, making you both giggle. You turn around and scoot your backside against his warm stomach, the wolf laying an arm possessively over you, pulling you into an embrace, his crotch meeting your buttocks, fur gliding aginst each other as you find the most comfortable positions. [[You drift off to sleep]]

It's quite dark when you awaken. You are situated on the couch in the main room of the VIP dwelling, underneath a sleeping bag, your backside heated to the point of sweating by the wolfcub, Johnny, who has become your festival romance. Currently, his breath is tickling your ear, causing it to twitch, and his fairly muscular arm is wrapped around your chest, hugging you tightly. He snores, but not nearly as bad as your dad does, and his sizeable sheath is pushing up against your rump. There is a musky aroma surrounding your, smells that waft out from underneath the sleeping bag despite the both of you taking a bath before, as well as from his breath which is tinged with the scent of your urine, which he drank happily before you went to bed. (link:"There's a pinch in your bladder")[As much as you would like to snuggle with Johnny, you feel an urgent need to vacate your bladder and you don't really want to piss the couch. You struggle to pry off the wolf cub's arm, which is a monumental effort as he is somewhat bigger than you and you are trying to not wake him, but eventually you succeed, and hear a bit of a moany whimper coming from his muzzle as you leave him. [[Get up->2MJ]]]

You stand idly in the queue, observing many different species of furs and their interesting band t-shirts, tapping your feet unconciously to the rhytm of the noisy band that is playing on the other stage. Your attention is drawn to the big screens next to the stage, the name Stone Ram and photos of the band members in black leather gear, one of them in a bondage harness, a picture of the lead singer, a bloodhound with droopy eyes where his irises are photoshopped into flames. Looking totally cool! After a while, the gates are open, and people shuffle forward towards the front of the stage area, voices chattering, increasing in volume as their excitement causes them to get louder and louder, the muffled din of a thousand people talking at once intensifying as you get closer. At the gate, four volunteers are keeping a lookout, one of them in a bright yellow vest, the word SECURITY across his back, the rest in the regular orange vests that distinct them as normal volunteers, just there to a keep a check on things. A panther, deep black fur and green eyes, observes you and get near to intercept you, looking at the yellow vest, but he's busy berating a festival goer for bringing a big bag inside, telling them its gonna get in the way and to take if off during the concert so someone won't be caught in its straps. The sceptical eyes of the panther follows you as you sneak past him, getting lost in the crowd, not able to stop your too-young self from going into the pit. The press of the crowd in tangible in here for a little cub such as yourself. You thought the press of bodies outside of the pit could get bad enough at times, but in here the towering forms of a thousand adults hem you in, occasionally bumping into you, causing you to stumble and curse. You have always wanted to see a moshpit up close, but it seems like you may have gotten more than you bargained for, and the music hasn't even begun! [[The lights are lowered]]

The crowd surges around you as the lights' intensity is dialed down and changed to a dull red colour, a murmouring roar beginning, people clapping and pumping their fists in the air, all of a sudden the concert begins with a deafening eruption of pyretechnics you cannot even see due to the press of tall bodies around you, only the reflections of the flames on the other furs' faces show you the act, the darkened skies lighting up as the opening passages of one of your favorite tracks from the band begins. The pit roars in appreciation. Then it goes wild. You are buffeted this way and that as people start moshing, jostling each other, ramming shoulders into each other, pushing and pulling and running around in a frenzy to the heavy music. A knee catches you in the back, impacting your spine and driving the breath out of you, causing you to stumble forward into the rump of someone being pushed back, making you meep out as your momentum changes the other way, crashing backwards, the back of your head landing into a mercifully meaty thigh with a slap, an aroma of black leather erupting, until your body is barged sideways as someone dives down, crashing into you, a lithe tiger landing on top of you and crushing the breath out of your lungs. Several paws grab the tiger, and he frantically grips your arms, pulling you with him to a standing position again, before a large bear crashes into the both of you, most of his mass impacting the slender tiger and sending him flying with a whoop and you spinning around to the other side. And arm grabs you and pulls you savagely backwards, shoulder joint creaking painfully, "Get to the fence, kid!" an angry voice shouts after your stumbling body as you crash into someone who grips your shoulder, turns around with you lifted above the ground, and pushes you harshly further away from the center of the pit. You stumble forward and impact your snout against someone's knee, an explosion of pain erupting from your sensitive nose, making you fear it's broken or something, the man leaning down and gripping your shoulders, holding you up and shouting for people to make room. You don't even see the species of the man in the dark lighting and the hefty press of furs, tears running from your eyes from your bruised nose, as he unceremoniously walks over to the fence and sets you down, before shouting loudly as he turns around and runs into the seething mass of moshing furs. [[Take a breather]]

You stand near the fence, catching your breath, paws gripping your hurt nose and moving them in front of your eyes in the shifting lights to see if you are bleeding. Fortunately it seems like the impact only caused bruising, and your paws are clean of any liquid, you stifle a sniffle and wipe your eyes, keeping your back to the fence and looking towards the stage, which is now in front of you. The surging crowd and the helpful man has caused you to travel all the way from the side of the pit near the entrance, to the back in the middle of the fencing. You can't see jack shit except for the canopy above the band, as the crowd in front of you blocks the view to both the scene and the big screens to the sides of it. (link:"Travel the fencing to the side")[You figure out that you can get a direct line of sight to one of the big screens if you travel along the fence to the side, as it is angled towards where you were let in. There's a pause in the music and the lead singer speaks to the audience in his heavy accent, everybody standing idle, shouting, arms lifting and lowering as they listen to his speech. The lights are turned on for the moment, and you use the illumination to dart between the adult furs standing and staring at the stage. The music begins again and a roaring sheet of flames wash over the audience's heads, blasting you with hot air, the crowd going wild and the moshpit intensifying, you stumble near the fence as you are battered around and a surge in the crowd suddenly presses your muzzle directly into the crotch of one fur. You almost gag from an intense stink, nose painfully pressed tightly against the man's package through a brown leather fabric, it smells like months old urine and sweat, intermingled with a hefty male musk and nuances of stale cum. As the press lets off, you pull back with a gasp, your dick twitching in its sheath from the raunchy stench. You look up, and the man is revealed to be a crusty looking skunk with a red-coloured mohawk, he is clad in an open heavy-metal-vest, revealing a slender torso with tight abs, arms skinny. A looping string of black leather holds a shiny silver pentagram that hangs between his nipples. His nethers is covered with a brown leather kilt that goes to just under his knees. He looks down at you with surprise, before another powerful surge in the crowd pushes you snout against his crotch once again, the impact releasing a powerful spray of raunchy scents, causing you to murr silently and grinding your muzzle against his crotch, something beginning to poke against you from inside the kilt. The surge lets off and he looks down at you with consternation, grabbing your shoulder and leaning in. [["Get behind me"]]]

The skunk pulls you behind him, the fence against your back, as he uses his form to stand as a rock against the surges in the crowd, legs tensing and skinny arms bulging as he uses his wiry strength to keep the rolling moshpit away from you. Powerful fumes emit from his backside, his skunk tail coming out from a hole cut in the kilt, dirty-looking with matty fur and what seems to be black grime coating its white fur underneath. The man grunts as he is impacted by a stumbling bovine, the heavier man's weight causing his butt to mash you painfully against the fencing behind, a sudden sharp and vomit-inducing stink is pushed up your nostrils as his tail wraps around your head, his stink glands unleashing a bit of musky oils that cause your eyes to water and your dick to harden up further. The skunk tries to pull away, but you pull at his thighs and keep your nose buried in the musky leather, dick spasming from the intense stink, he begins to turn around, but another surge in the crowd pushes him backwards, trapping your head once again between the sheet metal of the fencing and his leather-wrapped and musky backside. (link:"Duck under the kilt")[In the spur of the moment, you lift his kilt and duck under its incredibly musky insides, even through the loud music you can hear the skunk meep loudly as your nose presses directly against his dirty pucker, that instantly smears your snout with grimy and slimy old scat as well as the fuming oils from his stinkglands. It's a sauna in here, hot and humid and nausiatingly smelly, your red rocket is fully out of its sheath and pressing painfully against your shorts as you stick your tongue out to make a pass over his filthy pucker, an explosion of nasty flavours coating your tastebuds, your sinuses burning from his stinkoil and the hefty smell of his musky tailhole. The skunk is shivering, yet standing in place, legs tensed, his well-muscled buttocks hemming your snout in, as you feel him shift this way and that, struggling against the crowd as your hidden form explores his dirty rump. Your senses are in horny overdrive from the all the smells and tastes buried under his tail, making out with his nasty asshole, the skunk occasionally drippling out a few drops of his stinkoil as he is pressed painfully against your muzzle, the back of your head aching from the impacts to the sheet-metal fencing behind you. Your tongue make passes up and down his sweaty and unwashed tailhole and asscrack, occasionally lapping underneath his taint, mangaging to make contact with a pair of balls that seem to have crusty fur. As your spit dissolves the crust a little, old cum is re-hydrated, the grime sticking to your tongue and ending in your stomach. There is a minute of roaring furs shouting in jubilation and applause as the last song finishes, then the crowd goes even wilder as the band returns on stage, the skunk having stood very still as you made out with his tailhole, then the lead singer makes the crowd get down, the skunk squatting down and forcing his tailhole insistently against your muzzle, forcing you get on your knees, almost driving your snout into his grimy and wet anus, tongue lapping at his musky fur, nose assaulted with a hefty secretion of stink oils. Then the vocalist makes everyone jump as the guitars roar into action, the skunk straightening his legs, powerful buttocks trapping your snout and forcing you up and down, your bruised nose bruising further as the half-rimjob half-muzzlefuck against you continues for the duration of the song, driving his musk inside your nostrils, eyes watering from it all, your cock spasming in delight from the assault. (link:"Creep under his legs")[There is a moment of roaring stillness to the crowd as the track ends, and you take the moment to creep under the skunks legs and turn your body so you face his musky and piss-stinking crotch. His slimy cock grinds against your muzzle, fully erect and twitching, not too long but quite girthy, foreskin pulled down by your fur and releasing an explosion of funky aromas, that are trapped in your muzzle as you engulf his member to the hilt, the skunk moaning out. The music begins again, and the surging crowd forces your head against the skunk's musty crotch, his fat cock lodged deep down your spasming throat, as you swallow down his member again and again, gagging and sputtering and spitting as it is rammed down and forced to stay there when the crowd surges your way, head turning light from the lack of oxygen, your knotted cock spasming, surging arcs of electricity as you furtively pull down your shorts a little and grasp your member, orgasm quick to rise in your loins. You feel the skunk tensing up, his member spasming in your throat, your own arousal nearing its peak, and his stinky cock erupts in a torrent of semen that overflows your muzzle, coughing and sputtering as a hefty load is deposited there. You moan out amidst the salty and musky assault and shoot your own load on the ground, as a wild display of pyrotechnics warms your back even through the leather kilt, the end of the concert and the roar of the crowd serenading your orgasms, the skunks pulling the back of your head against his crotch as he rides out his orgasm, his other paw wildly pumping in the air. You get off his softening member with a slurp and gasp, taking in great breaths of stinky air in this crustpunk skunk-sauna, crawl under him, the drippy meat sliding across your closed eyes, and exit his kilt on the backside, all sneaky-like. An explosion of light gets into your blinking eyes as you get outside the musky confines of the crusty skunk's leather kilt, and you wipe them off of cockslime and the few tears from the intense throatfuck. The wild crowd has calmed down as the music has ended, and everyone walks calmly and orderly towards the exit of the pit, you and the skunk following along. He keeps giving you sideway glances, his face a frown and doubtful, probably questioning himself about the whole raunchy deal. Outside the pit, you step to the side and he kneels down to face you. "That was pretty intense, kid," he says, nose curling as he smells his own stink on you, "You will make a good punk one day!" he concludes, flashing you a bright smile, pentagram dangling. He gets to his feet and shoot you twin finger horns with his paws before he turns to walk away, occasionally looking back to observe the foxboy who just serviced his nasty junk and giving you a friendly wave before getting lost in the crowd. [[The day is over and you head towards the VIP village]] (if:(history: where its name contains "SUBSCRIBESTAR")'s length >= 1)[[[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]]]]

You slowly meander your way out of the stage area, through the gates and out on the main festival grounds. Your head is pounding slightly from the impacts to the metal fence, and your nose is quite painful to the touch. A hefty stink wafts around you and you occasionally witness other furs stand still in the darkening evening light, noses twitching, searching for this hefty smell. You duck your head and quicken your pace, wanting to get home and take a long bath and wash off the skunk oils and other grimy fluids and solids that coat your matted facial fur. The buck standing at the entrance to the VIP village looks at you in distaste, nose curling sharply at your stink as he checks your armband, and you step quickly away from the judging male towards the VIP dwelling. As you step inside your festival home it seems like a weight has been taken off your shoulders, though your nose starts twitching from the musky smells coming from the males that are sitting in the couches. A tablet is propped up in the middle, playing a raunchy video of Jack the bull plowing his daughters tailhole as his son Obito is releasing his bladder into her gurgling mouth, pee dripping down the sides of her muzzle. Jack and Robért and Anders all sit with their cocks in their paws, your dad playing lazily with his sheath. He notices your entry, bloodshot eyes gleaming as he smiles at you, tongue lolling out in a silly drunken way. "Billy, me boy, come sit with us!" he exclaims in a slurred voice, petting the couch next to him. You make your way over and the other men greet you as well and then recoil as the heavy stink emanating from your body makes its presence known. "Damn, kid, you smell like a homeless pandejo!" Jack exclaims, nose curling. Robért beak clatters as he takes in the stink and Anders gags a little. Only your dad is utterly unfazed, his bloodshot eyes merely widening a bit as he gets to his feet and stumble towards you, embracing you a bit too tightly, sniffing your headfur, his nose touching your fur. "Skunk." he simply states, before getting to his feet again and stumbling into the couch, laying down sideways with a silly giggle, his whiskers twitching and nose huffing from the residual stink. "Well," Jack says, "I have a smelly idea for a stinky boy!" getting to his feet and moving over to the staircase leading to his room. [["Be right back."]]

There is a bit of a silence, then the tablet plays the sound of a sputtering fart, and the men and yourself have your attention pulled into the action on the screen. You take off your clothing and your sandals and tug idly at your firming sheath as you take in the sights on the screen. Obito, Jack's son, is on his hands and knees, a strained expression on his face as he defacates into his little sister's mouth. The girl is similarily on her hands and knees and Jack is behind her, lapping at her tailhole. Her face is scrounged up from the rank smell of her brother's fart and then gets a little panicked as a mound of bullcrap makes its way into her muzzle, overflowing and dripping to the floor, as she make pukey swallowing sounds. The pressure on her stomach causes a cute fart to rasp out of her rear, her dad rumbling acknowledgements as a firm and long turd makes it out her tailhole into his mouth, the bull moving his muzzle back and forth, sucking the shit like a cock before she pinches it off into his mouth. Father and daughter moan and groan through their filthy meals as Obito turns around and gets his own piece of the action, inserting his boycock into his sister's filthy mouth, the camera zooming in as the cock displaces scat and browns up, the girl's eyes watering, then widening as her dad position's his hefty cock to her bum, his member covered in lubricant, and he eases his girthy tool up her tailhole. "Ohhh, Isabella, you're so tight for daddy," the bull moans out, as the girl pushes back, her underdeveloped pussy dripping fluids from the horniness and she gets into her mouthfuck with gusto, slurping and spreading brown muck all over her brother's crotch, gyrating her whole body back and forth, impaling her mouth and then her ass and then her mouth again, everyone moaning and groaning with horniness. "Glad you like my home videos!" Jack exclaims, as he returns to the room, taking in the sight of you, Anders and Robért pumping your erect cocks to the lewd sights on the screen, you dad tugging his limp sheath, a bit of red poking out. Jack's halfchub spasms and comes to life at the view of all this male horniness, as well as from the continued actions on the screen, where positions have been changed and Jack is now laying on his back, sharing a filthy kiss with his daughter as she rides him missionary, Obito inserting his prick in her backside, double-teaming the moaning girl. The bull is carrying a large, black rubber sheet as well as a tripod with an expensive-looking camera on it. Seems like he wants you to feature in one of his movies! [[Action!]]

The bull sets down the tripod and then moves to unfurl the rubber sheet. It's pretty huge, something like 10 by 10 feet, covering a large portion of the floor. "This is where you go," Jack says with a flourish as he gets behind the camera, it's light turning green, the recording begun. "Always wanted to be a movie star," Anders says with a grin as he gets to his feet, Robért as well, your dad takes a few stumbling steps before he pauses at the back of the couch, and opt to sit on its backrest, paws holding on as he wobbles a bit. "I don't want to sound contrarian," the rooster says, "but the last cleanup was fairly horrendous. Would it not be better to do this in the bathtub?" The others look at each other with grimaces as they remember the mess from the other day, even you nod in agreement to Robért's sound proposal. And so you make your way to the restroom and its procelain bathtub, sitting your naked body down on your knees on the cool surface with a shiver, the faucet and showerhead to your back, the men crowding in and standing outside of it, stiff pricks pointing your way, your dad helped in with a steadying paw from Anders and setting his butt down on the toilet facing the tub. "This will actually be a great view," Jack announces as he gingerly arranges the tripod on the edge at the far end of the tub, tripod legs barely fitting, turning the small screen so he can see what the camera picks up, the recording giving a full view down your naked body and the cocks jutting out the men's crotches. In the confined space, the powerful musk of all your cocks quickly make a hefty smell, as well as the raunchy smells coming from your matted headfur, the stink of skunk-ass, skunk-oil and dickcheese rising in fumes that make the men's noses twitch. "This foxy boy had been on a sordid little adventure," Jack intones to the green-flashing camera, "he came home stinking like cum and skunkspray and literal shit. What a fucking slut!" the other men chuckle lewdly at his words. "We need to wash off the stink with a special little shower." the bull finishes, grunting a little and relaxing his bladder, before spraying your sitting body with a powerful torrent of hops-smelling piss. You turn your head to the side to catch the stream in your mouth. [["Don't turn your head all the way, show the camera how my piss pools in your filthy mouth!"]]

You do as ordered, keeping your muzzle half-turned to the piss-spraying bullcock, giving the camera a wink as the urine splashes against the side of your mouth and inside, quickly pooling, a yellow, steamy, foaming lake of smelly piss showed off to the camera, before you gurgle and swallow it down, opening your mouth for another helping. The bull's bladder must have been really full, the torrent endless, and you make gulp after gulp of his hops-tasting pee, stomach warming from how much you ingest, the rest spatters over the side of your muzzle, Jack occasionally angling his stream over and around your head, rivulets of yellow running down your fur and trailing down your body. "Let me just plug this," you hear Robért say, as he sets in the rubber plug behind you, keeping the urine from flowing out of the bathtub, your knees and footpaws soon wetting from the fluid that rises in the tub. As Jack's stream dies down, the backside of your head is hit by a strong jet of piss, the rooster unloading his bladder all over your head and shoulders, drenching you in particularily sour-smelling pee. Some of it trickles over your muzzle and you wipe it off with your tongue, grimacing from the sour undertones of red wine stored in his bladder. (link:"\"Jerk your self off for the camera, boy!\"")[The bull commands you to mastrubate yourself, and you reach down to squeeze your aching knot, foxcock fully out of its sheath, precum glistening at its tip from the sordid action, feeling naughty and tingly in your stomach from your golden shower being recorded. You are lost in reverie from the warm sensation of the rooster's piss raining over your head and back and meep out in surprise as Ander's hefty meat begins unloading on your front, the powerful spray angled at your mastrubating cock and then travelling up your body. When it reaches your muzzle, you close your eyes, your half-turned muzzle precisely at the right angle for his stream to fly directly inside, making you murr out as his hot piss pools in your mouth, salty fluids in your eyes making them flutter, as you try to look at the lens of the camera, raising one paw and flashing a V-sign with your fingers while your other paw rubs over your shaft, lubcricated with the men's stinky urine. You make swallow after swallow as the large panda unloads his bladder down your throat, feeling as if your belly is visibly distending from all the pee, all for the camera to record. The heat rises in your loins as you get closer to an orgasm, the raunchy acts putting your horniness into overdrive. [["Stop touching yourself!"]]]

Your cock spasms and bobs around, a needy whine in your throat as you obey the command of the bull, Anders' dying stream trailing down your stomach and teasingly ending on your cock, the Panda straining as he pushes on his bladder, squeezing out a slow and weak stream that hits the tip of your twitching dick, yellow urine washing away the pre that has oozed out its tip. (link:"\"Time for the main event.\"")[Jack orders you to lie fully down, and you shiver as your fur makes contact with the cooling urine, sloshing against your back, tickling the back of your knees and your calves, pooling in your asscrack. The stink of drunk men's piss is all around you and your nose twitches as you huff it in. The bull sets his butt over the edge of the tub, and Robèrt and Anders follow suit. Rooster at you head, bull at your stomach and panda turning himself a bit sideways and further in over the tub, angling his butt towards your crotch. "Don't start eating until I tell you," the bull commands. Blubbery farts ring out, filling the cramped room with a powerful stench, then the rooster's tailhole opens up and you angle your open muzzle upwards, ready to catch his load. His scat makes it out of his tailhole in large turds that fall on your muzzle and quickly make a mound there, sticking out between your teeth and pooling over your head, obscuring the view as one of them snakes over your eyes. A warm sensation begins to imprint on your stomach, quickly growing in weight, as the bull's crap is more soft, a heavy mound forming there and pushing down on your body as it spreads out, feeling like it covers you from sternum to crotch. Plopping and hot sensations erupt around your cock, as the panda unloads his bowels there, some of it falling down your nutsack, heavy weights pushing your balls against your body as his scat lands between your legs and builds up a mound over your twitching cock that is encased with it. (link:"\"Fuck me...\"")[The bull curses with arousal, the other men grunting, as they finish unloading their bowels and turn around with a shuffle, your shitcovered eyes cannot see them, your shitcoloured nose cannot find their scents anymore, only your ears can sense what is going on, as well as the tactile receptors all over your body, the hot weight of the men's scat pushing down your juvenile body, cock spasming inside a cage of scat. Brown spit slowly travels down your throat, as the hefty mound of shit in your mouth begins to dissolve and ooze down slowly, causing you to swallow with the back of your throat a little so as to not choke on it, each raunchy swallow causing your dick to twitch in arousal. [[You hear a thud]] ]]

Robért moans out and you can hear slurping sounds coming from his backside, "Ohh, mon cheri, just like that," he groans out, and you figure that your dad is cleaning up his filthy pucker. "Billy," the bull says, "start rubbing yourself in with the shit on your stomach and crotch," a lewd snort coming from his bovine nose as you comply, your paws making contact with the soft mounds and spreading the men's shit over your naked body, one paw rubbing your crotch, lifing your hips up and spreading your legs so you can pack some under your rump, moaning out in raunchy delight as the mess makes contact with your urine-soaked pucker, packing a bit of panda shit inside your tailhole with two fingers, while your other paw squelches into the mound of bullcrap on your stomach, the filth oozing between your fingers as you trail your muddy paw up and down your torso, the mucky feeling as you smear it over your nipples causing you to moan out in naughtiness. (link:"\"Eat.\"")[You groan out in raunchy revulsion as the bull's command causes you to chomp down on the rooster's logs in your muzzle, the filth spreading around your teeth as you begin to turn them into a swallowable paste. The bull groans out and you guess from the slurping sounds that your dad has gone to work at cleaning out his backside. The tastes in your mouth are putting your senses into overdrive, there's the abominable and sour tones of olives there, but you persevere, your tastebuds more accepting of the yucky fruit than earlier, munching and moaning your way through your meal, the scat slowly dissapearing down your stomach. Your paw is mastrubating your muddy cock, sickening squelches coming from your groin, your mudcovered other paw reaches for the scat draped across your eyes, pulling it down and into your empty muzzle, another treat for you to munch on. The sounds of the men mastrubating above you spur you on, coating your paw with a hefty mound of bullcrap and pouring it into your mouth with relish, Jack's bowel movement a mix of the olive dish and festival fastfood, sour and rancid and awful. You love it! Relishing in the raunch, paw a blur as your scat-lubricated paw coaxes out an orgasm, moaning and yipping as your seed erupts from underneath it's muddy coating, ears twitching this way and that as spurts of seed rain over your head, semen jetting into your mouth as Robért aims his cock there and cums all over your muzzle. Spatters are heard more than felt, as Jack unloads over your stomach, the coating of bullcrap there absorbing most of the impacts, and you hear slurping sounds from down the tub, as Ander's groans out his orgasm, helped by an insistant rimjob by your dad, the Panda's huge cock spraying your cock and balls with his semen, powerful jets that impact your spent cock, coating you with his cum. [["If this isn't a Kodak moment, I don't know what is!"]]]

You hear rummaging, eyes coated with shit preventing you from seeing what happens, but the scrape of the tripod makes you think the bull is moving his camera around. "Smile for the audience, show off that filthy muzzle of yours," the bull instructs, and you flash him a naughty grin, filthy face turned up and showing off its urine-soaked, shit-caked, cum-scattered features, the hefty brown stuck between your teeth, and you raise a mud-caked paw in a V-sign, causing the bull to chuckle at your antics. There is a splash, a foot awkwardly stepping into the pool of urine in the tub, and a half-drunken groan as someone climbs in the tub with you, a weight pressing down, and a beer-fuming muzzle getting closer to your head. The familiar sensation of your dad's tongue makes passes over your headfur, cleaning your eyes from the scat there, enabling you to finally open them and see your dad's muzzle cleaning out your facial fur, whiskers twitching, deep groans coming from his chest from the sordid act. (link:"His erection presses against your crotch")[It seems like time enough has passed for him to get a little more sober, as his red rocket pokes against your balls as he grinds his body over yours, covering himself in the other men's filth. You moan out at the sensation, your half-hard dick stopping its retreat back into its sheath and beginning to firm up again. "Turn around, kiddo," he mumbles, breathing heavily, lust in his eyes, you grip his head with your filthy paws and pull him into a deep kiss, the both of your murring out as you exchange your filth and a nasty serving of beer-breath and saliva, your dad's brown-coloured muzzle pulling back with a gasp, as he helps you turn around in the tub, resting your paws and knees in the pool of urine, bullcrap and pandashit slowly plopping into the muddying piss. Your dad presses his member against your tailhole, and you yip out as he hilts you in one go, roughly fucking you, balls slapping into yours with dirty squelches, his scat-covered bellyfur and chestfur coating your back with brown smears, grunting and leaning into you, beerbreath tickling your nose as he ruts you hard, knot punching against your tight hole, your cock bobbing and weaving underneath you. (link:"Squeak!")[Jack has his camera pointed right at your face, capturing the moment when you dad's knot overcomes the resistance of your pucker, his cock sliding deeply inside you, bulbous and hot meat stretching you out, and he shortthrusts his way through a growling orgasm, knot battering your prostate, causing you to yip out and moan out your second orgasm in such a short time, spraying the muddy-yellow fluids in the tub with your puppybatter. You meep out as his heavy weight collapses onto you, pressing your filthy stomach and groin into the cooling liquids of the tub, slowly gyrating his hips, making you moan and groan as his seed continues to spray out inside your bottom. You crane your neck to the side and his muzzle meets you in an awkward and deep french kiss, moaning into each others' mouths in the afterglow. [["Fuck me, this is my best video yet!"]]]]

The men chuckle and your dad groans out in agreement, muzzle still firmly planted on yours, tongue making passes over your filthy teeth, your dirty kiss continuing for a while. "Right, we'll get to bed now, you two lovebirds can clean up after yourselves," the bull remarks, the men grinning down at you, giving you thumb-ups from the great show and getting out of the bathroom, their post-orgasm glows making them tired, the long day showing in their droopy eyes and wry grins, cocks dripping with semen. They exit the room and leave you and your dad some privacy, as his inflated knot continues to squeeze against you prostate, every shift of his body causing you to feel the sordid fluids pressing against you in the tub, your softening cock squelching against the mess, drop after drop of cubseed slowly travelling out of it as your prostate is massaged this way. His knot finally pops out audibly, making you gasp out, and he shuffles for the showerhead, the white plastic staining brown, before he turns on the hot water stream and you unplug the drain, hot water slowly cleaning the both of you and the bathtub. He draws a bath after most of the filth has circled down the drain, an occasional stomping needed to get some of the firmer turds to down, filling the tub with clean and soapy water and you lean against his stomach and enjoy the sensations as he lathers up your facial fur, eyes lidding from tiredness from all the action and drifting off to sleep. [[You fall asleep]]

Your eyelids flutter open and all you see is murky darkness. The sun is down, but the summer light still makes itself known through the window in the room. For a moment, you think back on your sordid adventures, the fuckings, the eatings, the crusty skunk and the wild action in the bathtub. Then, you notice the snoring behind you, the heavy arm wrapped around your body, the smell of alcohol on your dad's breath. You turn around and try poking him, feeling a stirring in your loins, but he is out cold. Then, there is that pinch in your bladder. All the piss you consumed before going to bed making itself known. With your dad out cold, you guess you'll have to go to the restroom. Or perhaps find someone to share your pee with. [[Get out of bed, dress up and head downstairs->2R1]]

SCENES OF FILTHY FESTIVAL DAYTIME [[Cooking with Robért->Cut the onions]] [[Toilet scene with Anders->Go to the toilet]] [[Nope Out scene with Edward->Explore the area]] [[Kind scene with Edward->Soothe the kitten]] [[Cruel scene with Edward->Rape the kitten]] [[Skidoo-inspired lion cub scene->Curious, you decide to follow the pair]] [[Azerio scene->Azzy]] [[Dog turd snack->Dog turd]] [[Bunny Boy scene->Check out the bunny cub]] [[Wolf cub scene->Check out the wolf cub]] [[Urine-puddle bathing scene->Check out the urinals]] NIGHTTIME [[Anders in bed scene->Get in bed with Anders]] [[Robért's bed huff scene->Go upstairs to Robért's and Jack's rooms]] [[Somno scene with Brian->Go bother your dad]] [[Rough toiletfuck with Jack->Check out the toilet]] [[Cooking with Robért 2->Help finish the dish]] [[Stallion scene in the urinal area->Check out the urinal area]] [[Stallion Fuck->This will break you without preperation: try to argue with the horse to let you lube him up first and have him finger you]] [[Stallion Fuck BAD END->What is life without a little risk? you are sure you can take that fat cock with no preperation]] [[Nope Out scene with Edward and his dad->Follow the black cat and his kitten]] [[Nice scene with Edward and his dad->It's the cruel dad and his cub who you comforted after watching his dad abuse him]] [[Policeman Scene->Check out the sweaty man and his dog]] [[Container Restroom Scenes]] [[Bunny Scene 2 Hard->Barge in on the bunny you raped earlier]] [[Bunny Scene 2 Soft->Enter the porta potty of the cute bunny you seduced earlier]] [[Johnny Scene Tent->Enter the tent]] [[Johnny Scene Tent Continued->Convince the wolf to stay]] [[Johnny Scene VIP Dwelling->Suggest that your wolf come home with you]] [[Urinal Hose Play + Volunteer Elephant->Take a walk around the urinal area]] [[Impromptu Cub Urinal Scene->Go over to your dad]] [[Skunk Scene Mosh Pit->The lights are lowered]] [[Billy and The Lads VIP scene->The day is over and you head towards the VIP village]] NIGHT 2 [[Awake at night after the moshpit ending->You fall asleep]] [[Awake at night after the Johnny ending->You drift off to sleep]] [[Morning after the moshpit ending->S2]] [[Morning after the Johnny ending->JDay2M]] [[Morning: Main room after Johnny Ending->D2JM]] [[Morning: Main room after Skunk Ending->D2SM]]

You finally get a chance for something naughty, when a door in front of you opens and a very drunk brown-furred bear staggers out right in front of you, a hefty smell of piss following in his wake. You naughtily skip the queue to enter the small restroom, only a few square meters of space and close the door behind you, sandals splashing as the drunk man has been unable to aim very well, yellow and pungent urine spattered all over (link:"Mop the floor")[You decide to act like a good volunteer and mop the floor. With your muzzle. You drop to your knees and begin licking and slurping the pungent urine there, the toilet actually recently cleaned so there is no grime to scrape up from the plastic flooring, only pure and salty urine that you lap up as your tongue makes passes over the pungent fluids, filling your mouth and especially your nose with the heavy stink of the bear's piss. You grope at your erection, and it throbs everytime your naughty tongue makes passes over the salty liquid. Eventually you finish slurping up the urine on the floor and get to the toilet itself, barely any stains on its porcelain as it has been recently cleaned, so you decide to just lick up the piss the bear has ungraciously left on the seat. After that you get to your feet, grap a few sheets of paper and wipe your knees and soggy sandals, awkwardly standing on one foot and getting the urine off so you don't leave any more marks, a quick peck at the imprint of your soles takes care of the last of it, a bit of grime covering your tongue. The last bit of paper you dab at your muzzle like some posh upperclass woman, finishing your cleanup.] [[Back->Container Restroom Scenes]]

You walk past the door to one of the family-sized restrooms and a middle-aged wolf pushes a twin-sized stroller in front of him, two cubs sitting there, one perhaps a couple of years and the other just maybe too big to be sitting in a stroller anymore. The smaller kid i sleeping and the older one is whooshing a toy airplane through the air as the father pushes the stroller along. A very hefty stink follows in their wake, as if the cubs have had their diapers changed. (link:"Check it out")[You step into the family-sized restroom and shut the door, the changing table down, its large surface perfect for changing little cubs' nappies. Underneath is a trashcan, and the strong smell seems to be coming from there, you make your way towards it, as two freshly-changed diapers are laying at the bottom of the recently-emptied bin. You are feeling particularily raunchy and lift the two soggy masses up, putting them on the changing table. Your cock hardens with arousal as you open up the nappies, one of them soggy yellow to the front, the other one clean, but both bulging and brown on the back. You uncurl your presents, the sound of the tape loosing its grip ringing out in the room, and are rewarded with twin meals, one smaller and messier, the other one a decent load of squashed yet firm logs. (link:"Eat it like fries with dip")[You gingerly pick up a decent sized turd, still warm to the touch, and bring it to your lips, nose huffing the raunchy scent, pawing yourself off as the act sends your horniness into overdrive. You bite down on the stool and your tastebuds are treated with the pleasant and mellow taste of a welllfed cub. Then you scoop up some of the messier scat with the turd, the brown sludge //much// stinkier and foul, clinging to the firmer scat, the twin tastes morphing into a perverted mix of stinks and tastes as you bite down, a bit of brown sliding down your muzzle, which you pass over with your tongue with relish. You pull out your cock from your shorts and squeeze your knot, spraying the floor under the changing table with your precum, as you slowly stimulate yourself to the raunchy act, scooping up some more the brown sludge with the firm turd and munching it down, whiskers twitching with excitement, nose curling and your tastebuds on fire as the cloying mess slowly dissapears down your gullet. There's more scat to be had, but its cooling and the loud music that can be heard outside remind you of the opportunity for lewd acts with fresh meals, so you let the rest of the twin piles of poop be wrapped up once again, but not before sucking at the urine-soggy diaper, nursing a bit of musky boypiss to wash down your meal. You bin the nappies and wipe your slightly muzzle with some paper, ready to explore yet again.]] [[Back->Container Restroom Scenes]]

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You are in Anders' bedroom. The massive ursine is snoring like a saw works. You go over and poke at him, but he is utterly unresponsive. [[Go downstairs to the main room->2MS]] [[Go upstairs->NightEnder]]

You walk upstairs the circular staircase and enter Robért's room. The rooster is snoring gently, fully nude with the covers thrown off in the warm summer night. (link:"Get into the avian's bed")[You get into the bed and snuggle up against Robért. His breath is smelling most foully of the red wine he prefers to drink, and his beak has bordeux-coloured stains. Even as you gyrate a little against him, he doesn't respond at all, utterly knocked out, so you get out of the bed again.] [[Go upstairs->2L2]] [[Head downstairs to the main room->2MS]]

You are in Jack's room. It's a bit messy, seen in the murky light, with clothes strewn around, a business suit thrown over a chair. The bull's bed is currently empty. [[Go downstairs->2L1]]

You enter the restroom and are somewhat surprised that Jack the bull is sitting on the toilet. The well-built bovine is tall and muscular. Currently shirtless, his khaki's pulled down his legs. He is leaning backwards, soft cock in his paw, his other paw resting on his lap holding his phone. The muscular male is snoring softly. The restroom itself is nothing out of the ordinary, and the bathtub where you practically swam in shit and piss is clean and the room smells of soap. (link:"Try to wake up the bull")[You walk over and prod at the sleeping man, but he only grunts a little. Then, you get a lewd idea, and get in front of him and lean down, taking his musky cock into your mouth. He groans out in his sleep as you slowly manage to suck him somewhat hard, and you pry his fingers open so that you can deepthroat the thick and uncut meat. As it hardens, you hear his breathing quicken a little and he suddenly jerks asleep, legs kicking a little, as he wakes up. "B-Billy?" Jack says, you answer him by throating his hard cock to the base, causing him to groan out and put a heavy paw on the back of your head. Your member strains against your shorts from the lewd act and you begin to moan out as you gurgle and gag around the thick shaft, coating it in throatslime. "Fuck, Billy, that's so good......" You pull down your shorts so that you can grope yourself properly while sucking him. You keep up your blowjob until Jack suddenly grunts out and shoots his load down your gullet, and you pull back to catch some of the jizz on your tongue, rolling your dextrous organ around to polish his cockhead and savour the bitter flavours. As Jack huffs and puffs his way down from his orgasm, he lets off his paw, and gives you a few affectionate strokes on your headfur. "That was amazing, mi hermano, what a great way to wake up," he says, his voice slightly slurred. (link:"Tell him you have to pee")[You inform the bull that you have to piss and suddenly really feel the pinch, dancing from one leg to other. Jack laughs merrily and grasps your member in his big paw, gripping at your knot, holding you in place somewhat roughly. "Where you wanna go, chico? My ass or my mouth?" [[Pee in his ass->BA]] [[Pee in his mouth->BM]]]]

You are in front of the VIP dwelling. The area is well lit, and the entire area is hushed, as most furs are in their beds sleeping. [[Explore the VIP area->V2N]] [[Head out to the main festival grounds->N2Main]] [[Head back inside->2MS]]

(if:(history: where its name contains "2Toi")'s length <= 0)[Your dad is out cold, snoring and unresponsive to your poking. [[Go downstairs->2R1]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "Puddle")'s length <= 0)[(if:(history: where its name contains "2Toi")'s length >= 1)[Get into bed with your dad and try to fall asleep so that you can face the sordid trials of the new day. [[Bedtime->BriFun]] [[Go downstairs->2R1]]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "2Toi")'s length >= 1)[(if:(history: where its name contains "Puddle")'s length >= 1)[Standing in front of the bed, you notice the scent of piss wafting up from your footpaws and sandals. Though the grass has wiped off most, your fur is still damp with the aged urine. [[Wake up your dad with your stinky footpaws->BriPaw]]]]

Jack's expression lights up and he pulls off his khakis and gets on his knees and elbows, waggling his muscular rump at you. There is something incredibly lewd about the sight of such a burly male submitting himself like that, and your dick spasms from the raunchyness as you push the tip against his pucker. Aided by your precum, the tip easily slips in and you push forward until your knot kisses his sphincter. (link:"Let loose")[The ache in your bladder turns to bliss as your urine travels out and into the bowels of the bovine. "Fuuuuuuck, it's //so// warm...." Jack groans out as you unload your piss, a subtle hiss emanating from within the man's body. It feels great, and it turns you lustful, and you begin to gyrate your hips a little, Jack pushing back and moaning out as you slowly pissfuck him. (link:"Fuck and knot him")[You sigh out as your bladder stops aching and begin to focus on the hot sensation of the bull's tailhole gripping your member. Getting turned on, you begin to fuck him properly, grabbing at his hips for leverage, and you quickly get to the point of no return, yipping a little as your knot overcomes his asshole's resistance and pops in, your cum mixing with the pee inside his bowels. Both of you huff and moan as your member slowly deflates, before it pops out in a little gush of white-yellow fluid before Jack's pucker clenches up. You get down and lick up the mess and then make ready to leave the room. Jack sits himself down on the toilet again, his member at half-mast. "Gonna watch the video of earlier!" He says, holding up his phone, and you flash him a devil-horns sign which he returns with a smile. [[Leave->2MS]]]]

You tell him you want to go in his mouth, and Jack gets up and on his knees in front of you, before leaning forward and engulfing your member in his warm mouth. There is something lewd about such a big man on his knees and servicing you like that, and you feel your dick throb as his lips kisses your knot. With a sigh, you release your bladder, and Jack sputters as the stream impacts the back of his throat, before he gets into a good rhytm and swallows your urine down without spilling a single drop. When you are finished, he pulls back and gives it a nice slurp on the tip, looking up at you and giving you a wink, before he sets himself down on the toilet again, his member at half-mast. "Gonna watch the video from earlier!" He says, phone in paw. You give him a thumb's up and he responds in kind. [[Leave->2MS]]

You take a stroll around the VIP area, taking in the sights of the closed shops and stalls, as well as the many structures that are formed like the horned fingers you throw at concerts. The VIP dwellings are clad in painted wood to give them this appearance, but up close it is easy to see that it is modular containers and such that have been put together. Still, in the night, the dwellings look rad as hell. The two towers where the bedrooms are located as well as the cladding that makes of the rest of the paw are ringed with red LED strips from top to bottom, it looks absolutely cool from a distance, all the dwellings oriented so they face against the stage area and can be seen from there. There is nothing much happening right now. [[Go home->2MS]] [[Head out and explore the main festival grounds->N2Main]]

You exit the VIP area, the two bored volunteers at the entrance giving you some wierd glances as a ten-year-old cub walks around on his own at this time of day. The grass is nice and crunchy under your sandals, as it is currently warm and dry, and your shorts and black band-tshirt keeps you perfectly warm for comfort. The stage area is closed, there is hardly any activity near you, so you head over to the main camping area, where tents and tipis of all sorts are erected in a checkered pattern with wide paths inbetween. You hear music, several different tracks playing, most of it rock and metal, but also a couple of pop or techno tracks accompany your walk. [[Explore in between the tents and see what happens->Condom]] [[Take a walk on the outside, along the "piss-fence"->PissFence]] [[Head back home->2MS]]

You decide to venture in between the tents, careful to not stumble over the many ropes of the variously shaped and sized clothed structures. Walking slowly, you pass several camps where the party is still going. Loud music is being played and people are rocking their heads, chatting, dancing and one camp has four dudes standing up, holding each others' shoulders and headbanging together to a heavy track that ends in them laughing merrily and clapping each other on the shoulders and backs once finished, before sitting down and talking loudly in slurred voices. Deeper inside the mass of tents, you suddenly hear a lewd conversation from inside a tent. "Ughhhhhhh, I don't wanna go to the fence, but I have to piss!" A young man's voice says, as loud as if he was right next to you. "Jeez, Mike," a more muted voice says, "just use a bottle or a condom then." "Great idea!" You hear some shuffling and some grunting and then the tell-tale trickle of pee, muted, as well as a little bit of an inflating balloon sound. "What? Are you actually doing it??" "Sure! It was a great idea, that's what I said," Mike's voice calls out tauntingly. "Fucking disgusting! Got anymore condoms?" "Nah, that was the last one." "Then pass me that when you are finished." You feel really naughty listening in to this, and hear the shuffling as the second occupant of the tent is apparently handed the condom, and a new a fairly loud sloshing can be heard as he also fills the condom. "See, great idea like I told you. No risk of mess like with a bottle!" "Sure thing, Mike. Now, what to do with it?" "Just tie a knot and roll it out under the canvas. Out of sight out of mind and all that." A few moments later, you see a spotted paw reach out from under the canvas, and a large and piss-filled condom-balloon is deposited on the ground there. (link:"Take the condom and drink their piss")[Your heart is hammering as you crouch down and grab the piss-filled condom. It is very warm to the touch and bulging from the slushing fluids within, the cum-catcher at the tip almost looking like a nipple. You suckle on that tip and then take the condom deeper, enjoying the lewd warmth that transfers into your mouth, though the rubbery taste is not much to your liking. Then, you bite the tip and hot piss begins to travel into your muzzle. (link:"Drink and masturbate")[You suckle at the "nipple" and musky pee slowly flows over your tongue, bathing it in the combined flavours of the two guys' urine. Half of it is feline, of that you are certain, and the sharp and pungent taste mixes with Mike's piss which has a more mellow flavour. The fur stands out on your neck and your whiskers twitch as you pull down your shorts and grab at your member. You get on your knees to remain hidden to observers, and you jerk yourself off furiously as you slowly empty the condom, savoring every single drop of the men's salty treat, their hot piss travelling down your throat and warming your belly. As you get close to finishing, you moan out your orgasm as softly as possible, cubcum spattering out on the dry grass. You dress up again after huffing a little in your afterglow, and take the condom with you to throw out in a trashbin. ]] [[Walk around the tent area at the "piss-fence"->PissFence]] [[Go home->2MS]]

You decide to take a walk around the tent area, alongside the fence. Here is where men, and some brave women, venture out to vacate their bladders when they are too lazy to queue up at the portapotties. There is a //rank// smell in the air, as days worth of accumulated urine is releasing its vapours to waft up like a poison cloud in a game. There are also many pools of yellow and in some areas along the fence the ground is decidedly muddy and squelchy to walk past. [[Deliberately walk through some piss-puddles->Puddle]] [[Go in between the tents->Condom]] [[Go home->2MS]]

Feeling naughty, you begin to steer your walking so that your sandals first sink into mud and then into the ammonia-stinking pools of piss. The fluids that coat over your footpaws are cold and you shiver a bit, even as you feel lustful from the lewd act and at one point you stand in place, really letting it seep in, and then jump around like a little kid, enjoying the sensation of the splashes up your lower legs. Feeling horned up, you move on. [[Head in between the tents->Condom]] [[Go home->2MS]]

You take off your clothes and sandals and get into bed. Some time has passed since you got up, and your spot on the bed has grown slightly cool, which is perfect for the summer-night temperature. Your dad is on his back, but subconciously turns in his sleep, enveloping you with his arm and dragging you close, his crotch pushing against your buttocks. The familiar warmth of his damp fur against your rump causes you to shiver a little in arousal and your tail lifts up to rest against his stomach, exposing your ass as your dad's sheath nestles into the crack. You cannot help but murr out and grope yourself a little, knotted cock soon hardening, and you push back intentionally, feeling how his sheath surges a little, his member growing within and soon pushing out to prod at your backside. (link:"Grind hard and fuck yourself on his cock")[Loud grunts and smacking of lips and snorts and snores can be heard from your dad as his tip penetrates your well-practiced tailhole and spreads you open. You moan out from the sensation and buckle your hips back and forth, accepting more and more of his growing member. He isn't really fully hard when his knot overcomes the resistance and pops in, and you groan out as you feel his cock swelling up inside your ass, grinding it against your prostate as you masturbate yourself while using him as an improvised dildo. Once he is fully hard and throbbing, you are already very close to your climax, and your backside makes plapping noises and the bed creaks as you push against him in your spooning position, paw a blur over your member, yipping out loudly as you cum and spray your seed over the sheets. Satisfied, with a nice and throbbing cock up your bum, you feel drowzy and let yourself drift off to sleep. [[DAY 2->S2]] ]

Your dad might be unresponsive, but getting two piss-stinking footpaws on his face might do the trick of waking him up, so you get undressed and climb the bed on your paws and knees, making sure to keep your damp feet from touching the sheets. He is on his back, and you maneuver around so that you can sit your butt down on his crotch, rest your paws on his thighs, settling the soles of your footpaws on his chest and then stretching your legs until they reach his snout. (link:"Tickle his nose with your toes")[You deliberate let your toes grind against his black nose, pushing it this way and that, depositing the wet grime and your dad stirs in his sleep, member hardening under your butt. His whiskers twitch and his mouth opens for you to insert a big toe, which he suckles on with sleepy moans. Suddenly her jerks up, practically swallowing your foot, before spitting it out and sneezing from the acrid smell. "Billy?!?!" He grunt out, still very drowsy, "What the //hell// are you- mppphhhhhh!" (link:"Push your footpaws against his open mouth")[Your dad's complaints are silenced by your two footpaws darting into his muzzle, and his protests turn to lustful moans from the acrid taste of the piss-pools you walked through. Knowing you have him now, and feeling his member swelling further, you lift up your rump and grind your backside, feeling for his tip, before sitting down, letting him penetrate you. Both of you moan out in lust from the seedy act, and your cock is fully hard as your sphinter touches your dad's fully formed knot. Using your arms and the soles of your feet as leverage points, you begin to gyrate your hips up and down, wiggling your toes, grinding the soles of your pissy footpaws roughly against the mouth and head of your dad, who grunts and groans, lifting his arms and settling them down numerous times, not knowing what to do with his paws. Eventually, he grasps your ankles, and licks all over your footpaws, suckling on your musky toes, his arms now the leverage points for your slightly awkward riding that pushes his knot harder and harder against your well-trained backside. (link:"He knots you")["Ohhh, Billy......" He groans out, and you feel him beginning to buckle up, nearing his orgasm and the both of you grunt and push harder and harder until his canine erection pops inside with a lewd squelch, knot pulsing as he unloads his semen inside you, grinding the hot flesh against your prostate, causing you to yip out and soon cum as well, painting his chest with your puppybatter. Huffing and grunting, you dad spits out your footpaws, and you teasingly caress his face and neck with them, causing him to curl his nose. "How did you get into such a dirty state?" He asks in a slurred voice. "I went for a walk!" You reply all chipper-like, and he just laughs out from your tone, letting his head fall back and rest on his pillow, murring a little from the sordid smells that still emanate from your footpaws. "First thing tomorrow..... Another..... Bath......" He slurs out, and then drifts into sleep. With your footpaws mostly cleaned, your backside packed to the brim with his knotted cock that still pulsates, your member spent, you feel a yawn coming up and feel quite drowzy. You rotate yourself, keeping his cock inside, and let yourself rest your smaller body with your back against his stomach, your dad grunting and enveloping you with his arms, squeezing you against him. With that, you drift into sleep. [[DAY 2->S2]]]]]

(if:visits is 1)[You wake up feeling fully refreshed. The sunlight is sharp and bright through the window in the room and you stretch yourself, noting the slight ache in your tailhole as well as your growling stomach. (link:"Get out of bed")[Your bed is empty, and only the residual musk and dry cum from yesterday marks the evidence of you and your dad's sordid night-time fucking. Getting a bit antsy, your dick poking out of its sheath, you get up and get dressed, rummaging through your belongings to put on fresh underwear and a black band t-shirt with the name "Blue Vilnius" on it. It's one of your favorite bands and they are playing at noon! [[Go downstairs->D2SR1]]]] (if:visits >= 2)[You are in yours and your dad's room. No one is here. [[Go downstairs->D2SR1]]]

You are in the main room of the VIP dwelling. It's pretty dark and in the middle of the night. It's a circular room with a circular starcase on the left of the entrace door, then a small kitchen area, and then another circular staircase. In front of the entrance door is a large couch with three sides, the back of the middle towards the door. To the right of the entrance door is the toilet. Johnny is sleeping on the couch underneath the sleeping bag you both shared. [[Head up the staircase going to your room->2JR1]] [[Head up the staircase going to Robért's and Jack's rooms->2JL1]] [[Go to the restroom->2JToi]] (if:(history: where its name contains "2JToi")'s length >= 1)[[[Get underneath the sleeping bag with Johnny again->2JNightEnd]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "2JToi")'s length >= 1)[[[Go outside->NJ2]]]

(if:(history: where its name contains "2JToi")'s length is 0)[Your begin to traverse the staircase, but then hunch over from the pinch of your bladder. You turn around. [[Main room->2MJ]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "2JToi")'s length >= 1)[You are in Anders' room. The big panda is sleeping and snoring soundly, even when you go over and poke him he doesn't stir. [[Go upstairs ->2JR2]] [[Go downstairs->2MJ]]]

(if:(history: where its name contains "2JToi")'s length is 0)[Your begin to traverse the staircase, but then hunch over from the pinch of your bladder. You turn around. [[Main room->2MJ]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "2JToi")'s length >= 1)[You are in the room that belongs to Robért the rooster. The room is well kept and orderly. His bed is empty. [[Go upstaris->2JL2]] [[Go downstairs->2MJ]]]

You enter the restroom with an urgent need to relieve yourself. Quickly stepping to the toilet, you grasp your member and let loose, noisily peeing with a great pressure. Whew! Relieved, you take a look around and notice your discarded clothes, as well as Johnny's discarded clothes, including his very stained underwear. [[Pick up the soiled undies->JUndie]] [[Put on clothes and sandals and leave->2MJ]]

(if:(history: where its name contains "JPuddle")'s length <= 0)[You get undressed and get on the couch and gently get yourself under the sleeping bag, your wolfcub grunting in his sleep as you lift his arm to make it drape over you. [[He hugs you tightly->SomnoJ]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "JPuddle")'s length >= 1)[Before getting on the couch, you go to the restroom and pull off your clothes, give your sandals a nice rince and quickly hop into the bathtub and clean off the musky piss that is sticking to your footpaws. Don't wanna ruin the couch or the sleeping bag. Naked, you enter the main room again and get onto the couch, slowly lowering yourself, lifting Johnny's arm and draping it over yourself as you nestle your body against his as the little spoon. Johnny grunts a little in his sleep and you feel the warmth of his sheath pushing against your asscrack. [[He hugs you tightly->SomnoJ]]]

You are in front of the VIP dwelling. The area is well lit, and the entire area is hushed, as most furs are in their beds sleeping. [[Head back inside->2MJ]] [[Explore the VIP area->2NVIP]] [[Head out for the main festival ground->2NJMain]]

You take a stroll around the VIP area, taking in the sights of the closed shops and stalls, as well as the many structures that are formed like the horned fingers you throw at concerts. The VIP dwellings are clad in painted wood to give them this appearance, but up close it is easy to see that it is modular containers and such that have been put together. Still, in the night, the dwellings look rad as hell. The two towers where the bedrooms are located as well as the cladding that makes of the rest of the paw are ringed with red LED strips from top to bottom, it looks absolutely cool from a distance, all the dwellings oriented so they face against the stage area and can be seen from there. There is nothing much happening right now. [[Go back home->2MJ]] [[Head out and explore the main festival grounds->2NJMain]]

You exit the VIP area, the two bored volunteers at the entrance giving you some wierd glances as a ten-year-old cub walks around on his own at this time of day. The grass is nice and crunchy under your sandals, as it is currently warm and dry, and your shorts and black band-tshirt keeps you perfectly warm for comfort. The stage area is closed, there is hardly any activity near you, so you head over to the main camping area, where tents and tipis of all sorts are erected in a checkered pattern with wide paths inbetween. You hear music, several different tracks playing, most of it rock and metal, but also a couple of pop or techno tracks accompany your walk. [[Go back home->2MJ]] [[Explore in between the tents and see what happens->JCondom]] [[Take a walk on the outside of the tent area, along the "piss-fence"->JFence]]

You decide to venture in between the tents, careful to not stumble over the many ropes of the variously shaped and sized clothed structures. Walking slowly, you pass several camps where the party is still going. Loud music is being played and people are rocking their heads, chatting, dancing and one camp has four dudes standing up, holding each others' shoulders and headbanging together to a heavy track that ends in them laughing merrily and clapping each other on the shoulders and backs once finished, before sitting down and talking loudly in slurred voices. Deeper inside the mass of tents, you suddenly hear a lewd conversation from inside a tent. "Ughhhhhhh, I don't wanna go to the fence, but I have to piss!" A young man's voice says, as loud as if he was right next to you. "Jeez, Mike," a more muted voice says, "just use a bottle or a condom then." "Great idea!" You hear some shuffling and some grunting and then the tell-tale trickle of pee, muted, as well as a little bit of an inflating balloon sound. "What? Are you actually doing it??" "Sure! It was a great idea, that's what I said," Mike's voice calls out tauntingly. "Fucking disgusting! Got anymore condoms?" "Nah, that was the last one." "Then pass me that when you are finished." You feel really naughty listening in to this, and hear the shuffling as the second occupant of the tent is apparently handed the condom, and a new a fairly loud sloshing can be heard as he also fills the condom. "See, great idea like I told you. No risk of mess like with a bottle!" "Sure thing, Mike. Now, what to do with it?" "Just tie a knot and roll it out under the canvas. Out of sight out of mind and all that." A few moments later, you see a spotted paw reach out from under the canvas, and a large and piss-filled condom-balloon is deposited on the ground there. (link:"Take the condom and drink their piss")[Your heart is hammering as you crouch down and grab the piss-filled condom. It is very warm to the touch and bulging from the slushing fluids within, the cum-catcher at the tip almost looking like a nipple. You suckle on that tip and then take the condom deeper, enjoying the lewd warmth that transfers into your mouth, though the rubbery taste is not much to your liking. Then, you bite the tip and hot piss begins to travel into your muzzle. (link:"Drink and masturbate")[You suckle at the "nipple" and musky pee slowly flows over your tongue, bathing it in the combined flavours of the two guys' urine. Half of it is feline, of that you are certain, and the sharp and pungent taste mixes with Mike's piss which has a more mellow flavour. The fur stands out on your neck and your whiskers twitch as you pull down your shorts and grab at your member. You get on your knees to remain hidden to observers, and you jerk yourself off furiously as you slowly empty the condom, savoring every single drop of the men's salty treat, their hot piss travelling down your throat and warming your belly. As you get close to finishing, you moan out your orgasm as softly as possible, cubcum spattering out on the dry grass. You dress up again after huffing a little in your afterglow, and take the condom with you to throw out in a trashbin. ]] [[Take a walk on the outside perimeter, alongside the "piss-fence"->JFence]] [[Head back home->2MJ]]

You decide to take a walk around the tent area, alongside the fence. Here is where men, and some brave women, venture out to vacate their bladders when they are too lazy to queue up at the portapotties. There is a //rank// smell in the air, as days worth of accumulated urine is releasing its vapours to waft up like a poison cloud in a game. There are also many pools of yellow and in some areas along the fence the ground is decidedly muddy and squelchy to walk past. [[Deliberately walk through some of the puddles->JPuddle]] [[Head in between the tents->JCondom]] [[Go back home->2MJ]]

Feeling naughty, you begin to steer your walking so that your sandals first sink into mud and then into the ammonia-stinking pools of piss. The fluids that coat over your footpaws are cold and you shiver a bit, even as you feel lustful from the lewd act and at one point you stand in place, really letting it seep in, and then jump around like a little kid, enjoying the sensation of the splashes up your lower legs. Feeling horned up, you move on. [[Explore in between the tents->JCondom]] [[Head back home->2MJ]]

Feeling naughty, you reach for the wolf cub's underwear, put the lid down, and sit on the toilet with your dirty prize in your paws. It's really smelly, days' worth of accumulated musk, piss and skidmarks turning the garment into a source of raunchy enjoyment. (link:"Sniff the front")[You take the yellow-crusted front of the wolf's underwear and press it firmly against you nose. Your whiskers twitch like mad and you feel your tail wagging as you inhale his dirty pheromones, taking deep and shuddering huffs, practically tasting his piss as well as his stale cum. Inside your sheath, you member quickly hardens, and you begin to masturbate while grinding the underwear against your nose and muzzle. You then begin to lick at the salt-encrusted spot, slowly dissolving even stronger flavours and scents, and you are soon suckling on the wet undies like a toddler's blankie, nomming and wringing out the potent flavours of your wolf. (link:"Sniff the back")[Sufficiently riled up, you turn the underwear around and give the backside a good sniff. It's really stinky! The wolf cub is somewhat un-hygeinic and his underwear really tells the tale of not wiping properly and going days between showers and changing clothes. You huff intensely, jerking yourself off, rubbing your paw from side to side so that his scent is all over your muzzle, the smell and taste of his shit making its way into your mouth. Then you begin to nom at the soiled fabric, and the sordid taste increases tenfold, thick and cloying notes of his delicious scat depositing themselves on your tongue. The fabric gets more and more damp and you eventually stuff the whole piece of underwear into your mouth and chew on it like a dogtoy. The rancid and bitter and pungent and acrid flavours all mix and dissolve over your tongue, flavourful spit swallowed down your eager gullet. You occasionally burp and taste the wolfcub's filth on your breath. Before you actually cum, you stop, your cock quivering and spasming, very close to a climax. You have your wolf just outside the restroom, and who knows what else fun you might have this night? You throw the wet fabric on the ground and then rinse your mouth with water from the sink, before you put on your clothes and sandals and leave. [[Leave->2MJ]]]]

You are in the room the belongs to Jack the bull. Currently, both he and Robért are sitting up on the bed. They have moved a small table around and on it stands a phone that is playing a video, ostensibly of some kind of porn as lewd sounds and gurgles and plapping noises can be heard. On the table is also an ashtray and an assortment of beercans as well as glass of red wine that is half finished. There is a //very// pungent smell in the room, a scent you have noticed a few times on the festival but never figured out what it is caused by. "Oh, hi Billy!" Robért calls out, voice somewhat slurred, as you step closer, you notice that his eyes are quite red. "Pico!" Jack says, voice very slurred, his eyes even redder, "Come join us and let's watch a video together!" [[Watch some porn with the guys->Npr0n]] [[Excuse yourself and head downstairs->2JL1]]

Both Jack and Robért are naked, and scoot a little, so that you can sit between them. You pull of your clothes and join in, rubbing against their warm fur, feeling nicely hemmed in by the bigger males. (if:(history: where its name contains "JPuddle")'s length >= 1)[You smell the residues of the piss puddle you played around in earlier, but the men are too intoxicated to take notice.] On the phone, a vid is playing of Jack plowing his son, the bovine cub's ass muddy and squelching loudly as the 8-inch cock extracts the contents of his bowels. The boy, about the same age as you, is moaning and groaning as the large bull fucks him, and his pecker is stiff and oozing precum. (link:"Paws begin to caress you")[You are engrossed in the action and squirm a little in surprise as both Jack and Robért begin to rub their paws over your body, the rooster going for your chest, playing with your nipples, while Jack rummages at your package and your hardening erection, quickly popping your red rocket fully out of its sheath. You moan out as they pleasure you, and then feel the need to reciprocate, extending your arms and grabbing on to their stiff members, that throb in your palms as you begin to slowly masturbate them. Robért's cock is of the avian variety, strange and curved and red like your own, while Jack's cock is sizeable tapered member you almost struggle to grip fully. Soon, the video ends, and Jack leans forward to rummage with the phone, knocking it down in his dazed state, his movements sluggish and imprecise. The rooster chuckles at this, which turns into loud and wild laughter as the bull continues to struggle, knocking the phone over three times, ending up cursing and lifting it and holding it properly. "Got a //real// nice vid where my wife feeds both Obito and Isabella, or we can check out Kinkbunny for a nice gay vid." [[Watch the video with Jack's wife and their kids->PornJ]] [[Ask Jack to search for a gay vid->PornB]]]

You dad is halfway out of the bed, his right leg resting on the floor, the covers thrown off in the warm summer night. He is utterly out of it, not even snoring. You just know he's gonna be hung-over and have the nastiest beershits tomorrow. That thought makes your mind light up in perverse lust and you member hardens up against your shorts. [[Go downstairs->2JR1]]

"Good choice, mi hermano!" Jack says and swipes across his gallery to find the vid. He hits play and then puts the phone on the table in front of you, and you resume your explorations with your paws, the two guys pinching your nipples, rubbing your pouch and jerking you off, and you with a paw on each cock, slowly stroking them. "Is this a good angle?" A female voice says in a noticeable accent, the camera turning on with gleaming lights and then focusing on her figure. It's a short bovine woman, curvy, with luscious brown fur. "It's just right, my love!" Jack's voice, holding the camera, slow fapping can be heard as he observes the scene. In front of the woman stands their son, and behind her their daughter. "Ohh Obito, it feels good when you do that!" The woman exclaims, the boy's muzzle buried in her crotch, practically digging his snout into her wet sex. Jack moves around to see the action on the backside, and the young girl is kissing and licking her mother's pucker. "Yeah, get that tongue in there, Isabella!" Jack's says lustily, leaning in for a close-up of the action. "Unghghhh, got something coming for you!" The woman exclaims, and a raspy fart sputters out her rear. She visibly relaxes her body and both cubs moan out simultaniously, Isabella gurgling a little and gagging as well, the camera going from side to side to view both a large turn exiting his wife's tailhole, as well as a strong torrent of piss that gushes into Obito's mouth. Then, she tenses up and orders the cubs to switch positions. (link:"Masturbate Robért and Jack faster ")["//Magnifique!//" The rooster groans out at the lewd sights on the screen, and he moans cutely as you speed up your paw, Jack grunting as well, his member pulsing in your grasp. On the screen, the bovine woman relaxes her body again, and Isabella gets a mouthful of piss to help wash down the shit, while Obito gets a nice serving of more soft scat that he can chomp down and swallow with hardly any effort other than some pained gags. The two cubs are pleasuring themselves all the while, the little bull stroking his pecker and Isabella running circles around her little pleasure button, her snatch wet and dripping with horniness. You jerk off the guys even harder and faster, beginning to feel a little bit tired in your arms, and they are so engrossed in the video and their pleasure that they hardly stimulate you back in return, merely groping and pinching softly as their breathing quickens. The woman had seemingly been holding her waste in for a while, and the stream of piss that is dissolving the shit in the girlcub's mouth is endless, while another mound of mushy cowscat makes it out for Obito to devour, which he does with increasingly frequent retches and belches, although his dick is as hard as ever and he is stroking it furiously now. (link:"They all cum")[On the screen, Isabella is the first to come, gurgling in her mother's urine, then moaning in a high-pitched voice and shuddering as her pussy sprays out her fluids. At the same time, Robért stiffens up and lets out a loud and drawn out moan, his avian cock spraying seed all over his stomach, groin and your paw. Next up is Obito, who gags and sputters his way through a powerful orgasm, chomping down loudly and determinedly, getting the last of his mother's shit into his stomach in loud swallows as he sprays her legs with his seed. Off-screen, the masturbation of Jack can be heard, and you feel his shaft spasm in your paw as he climaxes simultaniously with himself on the screen, his large bullcock spraying semen all over in a torrent of heavy spurts. The video ends, and both men lie down, huffing and grunting, letting go of your body, and you bring up your paws to sample the musky bull and rooster semen, enjoying the different textures and tastes as you clean yourself off with your tongue. You get up and get dressed, both men calling out a "Thank you, Billy!" as you leave the room with your softening and un-attended dick tenting your shorts a little. [[Go downstairs->2JL1]]]]

You would rather see some gay stuff and Jack obliges by entering a site you haven't heard off before. He rummages through the pleasantly-coloured site and searches the scat section for a little while, both you and Robért getting impatient as the black bull hovers his finger over this vid or the other before finally making a decision. "These ones are muy bueno!" Jack states, grinning in a satisfied manner as he sets up the phone on the table and hits play. The three of you begin groping and fondling and jerking as the video starts. ''Sullivan's Toilet Training Part 1'' The text fades and the video cuts in, showing a bunny boy some 5 years of age sitting in a high-chair that is much too small for him, hemming him in. The scene takes place in a kitchen, the appliances there looking a bit dated, the video quality a bit grainy. In front of him is a loaded diaper, soggy with piss and with a mound of scat in the middle, which his light-green eyes are taking in with some trepidation. The camera pans down and reveals the cub's crotch, where his little stiffy is being groped and jerked off by a large, white-furred paw. "Feel's good, baby?" A man's voice speaks out, and the cub mewls as his cubhood is being played with. Then, the camera moves to the side and you realise that two people are in the room with the cub, though the one behind the camera is silent except for some barely audible panting. The older male, ostensibly the boy's dad, now appears fully. It's a grown up rabbit with a bit of a beerbelly and a large erection that is spasming from the sight in front of him. You shudder in raunchy delight as the man brings a spoon to bear, scooping up a serving of the brown sludge and presenting it to the five-year-old. "Remember the deal, Sullivan, no cummies unless you try and eat it!" With that, he lets go of the cub's pecker, and he mewls out in denial and reluctantly opens his mouth, shiny white teeth contrasting with the filth the spoon deposits inside. You //feel// the throbbing of both Jack's thick cock as well as Robért's avian member as the cub on the screen chomps down, his face curling up as he tastes his own waste. "Bleh!" He says, almost spitting it out, but then the man's paw is on his member again, and he mewls out. "Just swallow it, baby, it's so soft it's gonna glide straight down into your tummy!" The man says in a re-assuring voice, and the cub obeys, retching and gagging and protesting as another scoop is presented to his brown-stained muzzle. (link:"Jerk off the guys properly")[Both Jack and Robért groan out as the second spoonful is inserted and then they both moan as you begin to properly masturbate them, the men kind of forgetting about you in their pleasure and their focus on the sordid video playing out. The bunnycub squirms in the high chair and belches and gags as he tries to swallow, and only the persistent teasing with on-and-off masturbation of his pecker gets him through the difficult process, and he is panting and shivering as the third scoop is presented. "This, and one more, and then you get your cummies!" The father promises, and the little bunny swallows down his gags to open his mouth again. As he is fed the fourth spoonful, the adult rabbit begins to masturbate him properly and quickly, the cub moaning and gurgling as he gets closer to his climax. "Swallow, baby!" The cub makes hurried swallows, his throat working again and again to avoid spilling his meal, and he finally squeaks out his orgasm, writhing in the confining high chair, gagging, moaning, the dad continuing the masturbation until the cub's voice becomes agitated from overstimulation. You feel simultanious throbbings and jerk the bull and the rooster off as hard and as fast as possible, the men groaning and then climaxing almost at once, spilling their loads over their stomachs and your paws. As they huff and puff and come down, you see the last part of the vid, where the bunny has a chastity device fastened to his crotch. A most effective training tool! Both Robért and Jack then let themselves fall backwards, resting their heads on the bed, and you are left to lick off their cum from your paws, enjoying the different flavours of the two men, taking your time alternating between one paw and the other while your dick throbs from the lewdness of it all. "Maybe we'll see the other parts later," Jack grunts out, as you finish your cleaning and then get dressed and ready to leave the room. "Thanks, Billy!" They both call out, waving languidly as you move to the staircase. [[Leave->2JL1]]]

The wolfcub's grip is like iron and he moans out your name in his sleep, causing you to blush and feel all fluttery-like. The warmth of his sheath, which is nestled in your buttcrack, intensifies and you feel his length poking out a little. With a mixture of snores and low-pitched grunts, Johnny begins to hump you slowly and you feel his hot length trailing your crack, the tip prodding at your entrance. (link:"Push back")[Feeling all hot and bothered, you begin to push back, matching his movements and you gasp out as his tip penetrates you and his length slips inside your well-trained hole. The wolfcub has a large cock for his age, almost as big as your dad's, and you bite your lips and moan out as more and more is inserted and you feel the pulsing and throbbing of his meat as it quickly grows to full size, stretching you out nicely, your own dick forming in its sheath and popping out. "Mfffhfhhhf Billyyyyyyyyyyy......" Johnny begins to push firmer in his sleep and his knot begins to make contact with your pucker, causing you to gasp as it spreads you out, your member leaking precum. The wolf is hugging you very tightly, grunting and groaning and snoring as he humps you. Occasionally, he will stop fully, mutter something incomprehensible, and you feel him softening. Content to simply lie there and take it, you are again and again overjoyed when he hugs tight again and humps //firmly//, embedding his meat to the knot, the cock firming up again, a constant barrage of teasing anal action that leaves you dripping and moaning softly as you never really know what the sleeping boy will do. (link:"Push back more actively")[After a while of all this teasing, your cock spasming at every sleepy thrust, the sleeping bag getting more and more matted with your preseed, you decide to push back with intent, causing Johnny to stay fully erect as you grind your backside firmly against him repeatedly, his knot spreading your aching sphincter more and more open. His snores turn to grunts as he humps back in earnest as well, saying your name out loud numerous times in his sleep, hugging you tighter and tighter, the warmth and the heat underneath the sleeping bag causing you both to sweat and delicious and musky aromas to waft up that cause your whiskers to twitch and your nose to go into overdrive. You gasp out and then moan loud like a little bitch as he knots you, his big member popping into your ass, pushing you over the edge as you cum in spurt after spurt, your tailhole contracting against his big knot. The wolfcub grunts out and then emits a similar moan to your own, which turns into a more animalistic and guttural sound as he begins to shortthrust into your backside, causing you to moan repeatedly as he drives his shaft as deep as possible, his knot grinding against your prostate as he unloads his semen deep inside your bowels. You huff and moan and Johnny grunts and snores, suddenly grabbing you firmly and //lifting// you all the way over and to the other side, to be hemmed in against the backrest of the couch, the wolf trapping you in a firm embrace, his warm breath tickling your ears, his musky scent enveloping you. As your seed cools and feels nice and sticky on your crotch that is pressed against the sleeping bag, you begin to drift off, Johnny's cock continuing its delicious throbbings as the tiredness overtakes you. [[You fall asleep->JDay2M]]]]

You wake in the bright light of the late morning. Still hemmed in by Johnny's body against the backrest of the couch, the sleeping bag has been mercifully pushed off while you slept, though you feel quite warm and your fur is matted with sweat. The wolfboy's musk is very palpaple, and your whiskers twitch as you take in his heady scent with a series of needy sniffs. He is snuggled close against you, and his sheath is nestled nicely between your buns, a half-hard erection poking at you. (link:"Notice sizzling")[You suddenly notice loud sizzling and the clanging of cooking coming from the kitchen area of the main room where you have been sleeping, and lift up your head a little the best you can while being held by your wolf so that you can sniff the air. //Bacon!// You try to lift yourself up higher so that you can see over the backrest of the couch, and this causes Johnny to wake up, his gentle snoring turning to murmours of confusion as he comes to himself. He relinquishes his firm grip and you are able to peak over and see that Robért is busy frying something in a pan. (link:"Say \"good morning!\"")[Robért turns and waves, the white-feathered rooster clad in an apron, though he is naked underneath, his buttcheeks standing out as he turns to the stove again, shoving the bacon around, before moving to the fridge. "Good morning Billy, Good morning Johnny," he says, the wolf having pushed himself up as well, "the fridge was almost empty, but there's enough bacon and a few eggs so I can make an omelet for you!" "That sounds delicious," says Johnny, making to stand up and then realising his nakedness and creeping down again, blushing furiously. At this moment, your dad comes down the stairscase, looking very tired and haggard and he gives the two of you a "good morning!" as well, before moving over to the couch and settling his naked body down, scratching his crotch absentmindedly, his morning boner salivatingly half out of its sheath. "Brian!" The rooster says in a somewhat stern voice. "You must get dressed and then get some fresh clothes for the boys!" Your dad looks at you and Johnny, the latter sitting up and covering his crotch, looking off to the side, and he rolls his eyes theatrically before getting to feet and dissapearing up the stairs again, returning a few minutes later with a change of clothes for the both of you, which he puts on the back-rest of the couch before moving to the kitchen and embracing Robért from behind, grinding his underwear-covered crotch against the feathered backside. "So wierd!" Johnny whispers, still blushing, while he procures a set of clean undies and a black band t-shirt which fits him somewhat tightly, you getting dressed as well, your dad having the sound mind to give you the one with the name "Blue Vilnius", which is playing at noon today. You perk up at that thought, it's one of your favorite bands! [[Robért makes an omelette->Omelette]]]]

You are in Anders' room. The big panda is not present at the moment. (link:"Get into his bed and huff the sheets")[You climb into the panda's bed and ruffle underneath the covers, encapsulating yourself in his musky scent. As you ground your nose nose along the sheets, you suddenly notice a very bitter and familiar aroma. Apparently, the ursine has left some skidmarks! (link:"Lick the skidmarks")[You grind your nose hard against the smelly spots, getting his stink all over, and then begin to lap at the fabric. The taste is not nearly as good as when fresh, but it certainly serves as a raunchy appetizer, and you moan out and your dick throbs in its sheath as your tongue makes passes over the stained sheets, slowly dissolving the nasty taste for your tongue and nose to enjoy. As you lick at it more and more, the smell becomes less noticeable, but the taste in your mouth is almost as if you have one of the big panda's fat logs between your lips. Delicious! All too soon, the stain in close to be removed, and you let off and get out of the bed again, feeling all riled up.]] [[Go upstairs->S2]] [[Go downstairs->D2SM]]

You are in the main room. It's a circular room with a circular starcase on the left of the entrace door, then a small kitchen area, and then another circular staircase. In front of the entrance door is a large couch with three sides, the back of the middle towards the door. To the right of the entrance door is the toilet. It is currently occupied by your dad and Anders, who both look somewhat worn out. They are currently naked in the couch and watching some kind of porn movie on a tablet while jerking each other off. (link:"Say \"Hi!\" to the guys")[They notice your appearance and give you friendly smiles, your dad tossing his head in a "come over" motion. "Hi Billy!" He says. "You can come join us or do whatever, I don't think we will be exploring the festival until later today. Wayyy to hung-over for that!" At that, Anders nods his head slowly, the motion enough of a burden for him to scrounge up his eyes and rest his head backwards, letting himself sink into the couch as your dad keeps slowly stroking his member. The vid appears to show a young bunny boy who is being fed shit from a diaper. "Robért is not cooking today, that is, not until he returns home from his shopping trip." Your dad then says. [[Watch some porn->D2SPorn]]] [[Head up the staircase to the right->D2SR1]] [[Head up the staircase to the left->D2SL1]] [[Check out the toilet->D2SToi]] [[Head outside->Day2VIP]]

You make the move to join the men, and then Anders stops you. "Go to the kitchen and fetch a plate and a spoon, I got a lewd idea," he says. You go and procure a plate and a spoon, putting them on the table in front of the couch. "Sit down on your dad and let him up your backside," Anders instructs. (link:"Get undressed and sit down")[You throw off your clothes and sandals, member already hard in its sheath from the lewd implications of it all and lock eyes with your dad's blue orbs, giving each other lusty grins, before you sit down with your back to his stomach so that you can see the action on the screen and then settle your rump down on his erection, which he covers with a nice glob of spit to aid the penetration. You hiss as gravity spreads you out and you sink down to the knot in one motion, your tailhole stinging a little as your dad's shaft spreads you out, causing your member to throb and pop fully out of its sheath. Meanwhile, Anders squats down, his stomach rumbling, and his ass emits a splutter and then a good mound of mushy shit pours onto the plate. He then clenches up and presents his soiled rump to you. The smell is horrible, the notes of hops as obvious sign of his beershits, and you gag a little as you lean forward, obediently licking in between his chubby rumpcheeks. The messy shit is soon scraped off and the main event is ready to begin, your stomach already protesting a little from the nasty muck. (link:"Anders turns on the video")[The video begins. ''Sullivan's Toilet Training - Part 2'' The sound cuts in and then the grainy video begins playing. The action takes place in an older kitchen, with appliances that don't look modern and cabinets in garish pastel colours. It blurs a little and then focuses on the face of a bunny cub who cannot be more than five, his light-green eyes looking worried and apprehensive. Then the camera looks down, and you see he is sitting in a high chair that is too small for him, hemming him in, his paws bound with soft rope down the sides, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. The shot goes further down, and he is a wearing a little chastity device. The person recording moves around the chair and focuses underneath the rump of the young cub, and you see he has a nice, big, buttplug up his ass. At this, your dad grabs you firmly and pushes you down, taking you by surprise, and you yelp out as his knot slips into your loose hole with a loud pop. "Just like that!" Anders says with a smirk, handing the plate with the mushy scat to your dad, lewdly sticking the spoon into the slop which is not firm enough to hold it and it clangs against the ceramic. On the screen, an older fur appears, ostensibly the bunny's dad, a grown man with a bit of a beer belly and a large cock. He approaches and turns around, lifting his rump to the table where there is a plate, and he unloads a nice, fat turd that snakes around. "You gotta eat half of this and then I'll take the chastity off," he says. [[The adult bunny takes a vibrator and a spoon->D2SPr0n]]] ]

You are in the restroom It is a nice thing, with a sink, a toilet and a bathtub. It is currently un-occupied and you don't feel the need to go right now. [[Leave->D2SM]]

You are in Robért's room. Everything here is very orderly, although his bed is slightly messy and not perfectly folded. (link:"Get into his bed and search out his musk")[The somewhat well-kept bed is disturbed by you as you dig your snout underneath the covers in search for some delicious musk. You find it, heady and avian, but there ain't too much of it, not enough to stimulate you at least. ] [[Go upstairs->D2SL2]] [[Go downstairs->D2SM]]

You are in Jack's room. It's a messy place with clothes strewn all over, his business suit crumpled and laid over the backrest of the chair in the room. Currently, the muscular bull is in his bed, naked and with the covers off, his well-toned body glimmering with sweat. (link:"Get into bed with Jack")["Hi, Billy," the bull groans out tiredly as your weight makes your presence known, and then he hiccups and looks quite green. His manly musk is tained by alcohol fumes and his breath is very stinky from the beers and the cigarettes he consumed last evening. "Ugh, I'm not really in the mood for playing right now, feel bad yannow?" You get the feeling that if you push the bull he will vomit, and the only way to minimize the spillage would be for you to "take care of it". [[Accept the risk of Jack vomiting->D2SVom]]] [[Go downstairs->D2SL1]]

Despite the risk of the bovine loosing control of his stomach, you lean in and begin to lick the sweat off his muscular chest. He squirms a little, lifting a paw and then letting it drop again weakly, shivering as your tongue scrapes against his chest, getting closer to his smelly armpit, which smells absolutely atrocious. You lean over him, resting your paw on his chest as you lick at the other pec, suckling at his nipple, the black-furred bull groaning out a little as you tease him. Then you kiss and lick your way down his chiseled abs, your snout finally making contact with his musky crotch that stinks of cum, sweat and piss. Delighted, you begin to lick and slurp, putting a paw on his stomach for purchase as you take his hardening member into your mouth. (link:"Jack gurgles out")["Ugghhhhhh Billy, no, stop, I'm gonna be sick!" Jack exclaims, pushing you off forcefully so that you end up on the floor in a sprawling mess. There is only one thing to do, and you quickly get on your knees besides the bed, and the big man leans over the edge, making retching sounds. (link:"Open your mouth and lean in for a very nasty kiss")[You grab Jack's broad head and push your lips against his, the eyes of the bull widening before closing up as he retches again, and you ready your stomach for what comes next. With a loud hurl, the black bull empties his stomach in a series of violent contractions that has his whole body convulsing. Instantly, your mouth fills up with his vomit and you open your throat to have the foul-tasting slop travel directly into your stomach. Beer, bits of fast food, notes of sausage and fries and spices, combined with the bitter acids of his digestion, it all passes over your tongue, and you struggle to keep it down, frantically holding on to the bull's head as he hurls again and again, your cheeks balooning as your mouth almost overflows before you manage to chug the vile mess down. The contractions of Jack's stomach get fewer and further apart, and the last bit of fluid that enters your mouth is extremely bitter acid that makes your mouth curl up as if you were biting into a lemon. You fur feels electrified, your stomach is broiling. Jack pushes you away with an "Ewwww, //fuck//!" as he tastes his own vomit on your breath and he lies down again with a tired groan, before leaning up again, rummaging at the table next to the bed, finding a half-empty beer bottle there, and downing a few gulps, noticeably swishing it around and cleaning his mouth of the taste of vomit. Meanwhile, you are feeling more and more sick yourself, and you practically run off, heading down the stairs in a hurry, through the main room, barging into the toilet. You make it to the porcelain throne just when your stomach empties itself, and you kneel there for a while as you hurl again and again, your member throbbing from the intensity of it all, your eyes blurry with tears. When it is all over, you get to your shaky feet and flush, before rinsing your muzzle well and splashing your face with water and exiting the bathroom. [[Leave->D2SM]]]]

You feel a surge of arousal in your body as the man brings forth a vibrating, plastic dildo and turns it on, before pushing it against the cub's plastic-encased crotch. At the same time, Anders, who is sitting to the side, lifts up his legs on the couch and puts a footpaw firmly against your crotch, rubbing your knotted erection with his warm appendage. "Better get ready to feed your boy," the ursine says, and your dad takes a spoonful and holds it ready while his member spasms inside your ass. The older bunny slices off a big piece of his shit with the spoon and presents it to the cub, making a silly whooshing sound as he directs it towards the boy's muzzle. Reluctantly, gasping a little from the vibration against his chastity, the cub opens his mouth and the piece of shit is deposited there. At the same time, you dad feeds you a spoonful of the panda's beershit as well, the mushy slop easy to swallow down, your stomach contracting a little from the vile taste. The bunny has a much harder time of it, having to chew the muck into a paste that is swallowable, all the while emitting gags and grunts. Additionally, he is squirming in his seat, both from the anal stimulation of the large plug as well as the insistent buzzing on his caged cock. "Good boy!" The father praises him as he struggles and finally manages to swallow, the camera getting closer and focusing on his scrounged-up face. "Show how good you are for the camera!" At this, the boy opens his mouth, revealing it brown-stained and ready for another serving, which is soon delivered. (link:"You eat your meals")[Both you and the bunny on the screen gurgle and gag as more and more scat is consumed, the cub kept on the edge by the vibration and you by the pressure of your dad's cock and Anders' footpaw slowly grinding over your shaft, his toes occasionally gripping at your knot, the soft underside of his pawpads feeling strange as he teases you. Finally, the adult bunny decides to reward his boy, and he procures the key to the cage, unlocking it and the little cub's pecker spasms and forms fully in the matter of seconds, obviously having been pressing hard against the plastic. "Good boy, keep eating, and daddy will make you feel good!" Another serving of the firm poop enters the cub's mouth, and now that his dicklet is stimulated directly, he gets much more into it, munching and chomping the best he can while his hips buckle a little. "Ah-ah-ah, you must eat it all before you get to cum!" The dad says, and removes the vibrating dildo, the cub huffing and whimpering, gagging and retching loudly as he swallows down the mess. What follows is a series of feedings where the adult bunny buzzes the cub's dick and then stops, buzzes and stops, and Anders times the grinding of his footpaw with the dad's actions, keeping you on the edge and moaning out as more and more of his nasty shit is fed to you. "Pweashe, Daddy, my throat is too dry!" The little cub complains, and the lewd adult rabbit quickly procures a baby-cup, pisses dark and yellow piss into it and puts the lid on which has a squarish opening for the cub to drink from, putting the opening into the cub's eager mouth. He gasps and drinks down half the bottle, nose curling and whiskers twitching from the acrid taste. Meanwhile, your dad is just feeding you a couple more spoonfulls of Anders' muck, its sloppy consistency not needing any aid. After the cub finished his musky drink, it's back to the feeding and the plate is getting close to being finished. Now, the dad grinds the buzzing dildo on and around the cub's neeedy dicklet, and Anders' foot grinds heavily against your erection, causing both you and the bunny on the screen to moan out as you near your orgasms. As the final spoonful is inserted into your mouths, the both of your squeal out almost simultaniously, the bunny drycumming and shivering in his seat as he munches and swallows the last of his dad's shit, and you retching and gyrating your hips as your member spews out cum all over your stomach and Anders' footpaw. The video ends, and you are huffing and groaning. Anders pushing his cumstained foot against your soiled muzzle for you to lick of your own cum, while your dad puts the plate on the table in front of the couch and then grabs your sides, lifting you and short-thrusting up your backside, quickly moaning out sharply and cumming up your ass, his hot seed filling you up. As a finisher, Anders gets to his feet, pumping his massive erection with his paw, and he grabs your head while masturbating furiously, and you open your mouth and get several mouthfulls of musky panda seed to wash down the taste of his nasty shit. You all huff and moan softly, Anders sitting down with a satisfied groan, your dad's cock slowly softening before popping out of your backside. He sets you on your shaky feet and gives your rump a smack, before turning you around, pulling you to stand on the couch between his legs and his softening erection. Then he leans in and licks off the semen on your stomach fur, before letting you down again, also resting on the couch. Very satisfied, you get dressed and leave. [[Leave->D2SM]]]

You are in front of the VIP dwelling, which is shaped like the devil horns you throw at concerts, LED strips running up the "fingers" which give off cool red lights that can be seen all the way from the main festival grounds and the stage area. The sun is shining brightly and you are clad in your trusty shorts and sandals, as well as your black band t-shirt breaing the name "Blue Vilnius", one of your favorite bands. (if:(history: where its name contains "D2SM")'s length >= 1)[[[Go inside again->D2SM]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "D2JM")'s length is 1)[[[Head back inside->D2JM]]] [[Explore the VIP area->VIPD2]] [[Head out the VIP area towards the main festival grounds->VIPentrance]] [[Back to Scene Selection->SUBSCRIBESTAR]]

Both you and Johnny get up then, sharing a quick kiss while your dad is humping at Robért and then you make your way to the kitchen to see what's up. "What are you making the omelette with?" Your dad asks. "No milk. No flour. The fridge is practically empty, only enough food for the boys," Robért says, pushing your dad away firmly, his underwear tenting dangerously close to having his cock slip out, "I am going to make it with butter." "Butter?" Says Johnny incredulously. "Yes, mon petit. It works fine to make it fluff up and not get dry, you just have to be careful about not adding too much!" At this, the rooster lifts the pan, and grabs out the bacon with a set of thongs, onto a plate which he has covered with some kitchen paper towel. Then he moves to the trashcan and pours out the bacon grease, before settling it on the stove again. He cuts a good amount of butter out of the pack, and put its on the pan, lowering the heat a little, and begins to crack the eggs into a bowl, before whisking them around. The butter is melted and sizzling when he pours in the whisked eggs and then he whisks it all around for a little while before letting it rest. "And now for the moment of //elegance//," he says, "you must flip it before it is fully cooked and then take it off to finish cooking on the inside so it doesn't get dry." All of you stare in rapt attention as he gets a spatula, his tongue out to the side of his beak, which has slight red streaks on it from the red wine he likes to drink, and then he flips the thing onto itself, giving it another half minute on the pan, and then gently puts it on a plate. He lifts out the paper kitchen towel from underneath the bacon, cuts through the middle of the half-moon shaped omelette, and arranges the plates so that a nice quarter-moon and a good amount of strips of bacon are served. "//Voila!//" Robért says, moving over to the table in front of the large, U-shaped couch, and sets the plates down for you and Johnny to consume. (link:"Eat breakfast")[Both you and the wolf ohhh and ahhh at the delicious tastes. The bacon is crisp, without being burned and the omelette is very juice on the inside without being undercooked, the fatty tangs of butter barely noticeable. You devour your meals with the appetite of growing, young boys, and are quickly done. Meanwhile, the chef and your dad are looking at you with tired, paternal smiles, resting their bodies and stretching their legs languidly, putting the arms behind their heads. After finishing, Johnny's stomach suddenly growls, and he looks towards the bathroom. [[Ask to join him->JTOI]]]

Johnny flinches, looks at the men, then at you, blushing and opening and closing his mouth like a fish, before he mutters an uncertain, "sure, I guess." The two of you head for the restroom, the wolfcub's stomach gurgling and a nasty fart sputtering out, which you huff at as you are walking behind him, his steps somewhat hurried. As he gets near the toilet, he suddenly stops and turns around, blushing heavily, giving the door a significant look. You understand his intention and lock it, leaving you in your privacy. You are already tenting from the raunchy implications of what might happen, and Johnny notices and gives you a raised eyebrow, before blushing harder and looking slightly sick. "So, uhmmmmm..." Instead of answering him, you throw off your clothes and jump into the bathtub, settling against the cool porcelain and laying yourself completely down, slowly jerking yourself off, the wolf coming over and peering down. "Uhmmmmmm...." (link:"\"Just come here and poop in my mouth already!\"")[Johnny's ears splay backwards from the nasty request, but then you see the gears of his mind working slowly, his own underwear tenting a little, at the thought of displaying his dominance over you in such a way. Without saying a word, he undressed and climbs in, his footpaws hemming in your arms as he begins to squat down while finding purchase on the sides of the tub with his paws. His wolf-tail lifts up and reveals his musky pucker, which he then lowers and you lift your head to give the base of his tail as loud sniff while your tongue licks out to rim him gently. "Ohhh, still a bit sore from yesterday," he murmours as he rests further down, pushing your head against the porcelain as your tongue penetrates his pucker and instantly taste the shit that is packed just inside. Without a word, he begins to grunt, and you feel his pucker expanding, the turd inside pushing against your tongue. (link:"Open your mouth")[Not missing a beat, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out to catch the turd he is pushing out. It's somewhat firm, but quite greasy from the festival fast-food, and Johnny grunts out as he deposits quite a nice piece before he pinches off, his tailhole still soiled. He looks backwards, and then makes a "Hrk!" sound, quickly looking away, opting to bend down and grab at your member, causing you to moan out between the piece of shit that is in your mouth. You begin to chomp on it, a fairly firm exterior giving away to a caramelly inside that explodes its vile flavours against your tastebuds, causing your stomach to tighten up in anticipation of the filthy meal. Your cock, meanwhile, throbs hard every time you chomp down, and the wolfcub grabs at your knot and pumps it slowly with one paw, while the other teasingly rubs against your precum-coated tip in circles that cause tingles to flutter through your whole body. As nasty as his scat is, you are quickly able to turn it into mush, occasionally gagging as you swallow a firmer piece and then retching noisily as you begin to swallow down the muck. You stomach feels warmer and you begin to feel bloated. Johnny notices your mouth emptying and sits his ass down again, grunting as he pushes out another large turd that drops directly into your mouth. Thrilled that he would treat you so, you feel another surge of arousal as the caremelly substance once again fills up your muzzle, and you chomp and swallow eagerly. (link:"Johnny gets up and turns around")["Gotta pee!" The wolf cub exclaims, just as his half-hard member erupts in a torrent of dark-yellow piss that completely misses, before he angles his body forward so that he can steer the stream into your brown-soiled muzzle. The remaining shit is quickly washed down and you swallow down what feels like pints of the acrid and musky urine, Johnny grinning, then looking a little sick, then grinning again, torn between the nastiness and the fun you are having. Your cock throbs in tandem to your swallows and your stomach is more and more filled, two nice meals fed in such quick succession! Johnny then pushes his footpaw firmly against your crotch while his stream dies down, and you murr out as you are already at the cusp of an orgasm from the whole situation. He rubs up and down, flexing his toepads to grip and tease your shaft, grinding the ball of his foot against your knot, and you yip out your orgasm as he brings you over the edge, foxcum spraying against your belly and coating his sole in a viscous layer of puppybatter. "Clean me off," Johnny says softly, and lifts up his footpaw, settling against your soiled muzzle, and you murr out and service his sole, cleaning it off, getting a nice dose of wolfmusk into your nose and muzzle at the same time. [[Clean off->GoJohnny]]]]]

Johnny gives you a grin, his own cock still only half-hard, and then he turns to the shower hose and turns it on, giving his lower legs and footpaws a good rinse and then spraying you down. You open your muzzle and gurgle the warm water, and at the end, are almost as clean as new. After he shuts the water off, you get to your feet and embrace him, giving him a nice long kiss, which he barely hesitates to reciprocate, only a slight scrounge to his eyes at the taste of his own shit and piss on your breath. You are laughing like kids as you exit the tub and towel off, with you trying to grab at his junk to egg him on, and him battering your paw away with a "later!", teasing each other in each your own ways, before his shorts suddenly begin buzzing. Johnny picks it up quickly with a, "yeah?" His expression sours a little, "yeah, mom, I'm still with Billy." Then he looks quite dejected, "now? Seriously?" And then his shoulders slump, "okay, mom, see you soon." You give him a gentle pat on the shoulder as he ends the call and his eyes light up. "It's no issue really, she just wants to make sure I don't let Alex down." Oh yeah, the bunny! The both of you get dressed and Johnny says his farewells to you and your dad and Robért, kissing you on the mouth in front of them men. You give his crotch a farewell-grope and a "later!", which he says back with a little blush, before leaving. [[Main Room->D2JM]]

You move over to the guys and you can hear their stomach's gurgling from yards away. "We really should have stocked the fridge yesterday!" Your dad exclaims, teasingly shoving the rooster. "Were a bit busy, weren't we?" Robérts shoots back, before giving your dad a playful shoulder punch. "Maybe Billy can help us out?" Both men turn and stare at you, the tents in their respective garments firming up, causing you to get aroused as well. Sure! (link:"Get undressed")[You throw off your clothes and sandals, and the guys do the same, throbbing cocks all around at the prospect of some filthy play. As you get close to them, Robért grabs you and pulls you into his lap, grinding his curved, avian cock against your thigh as he embraces you into a drawn-out kiss. (if:(history: where its name contains "D2JAnPo")'s length >= 1)["I smell both wolf and bear on your breath, mon petit!" The rooster says.] (if:(history: where its name contains "D2JAnPo")'s length <= 0)["Hmmmm, your wolfboy smells delicious on your breath!" The rooster says.] Meanwhile, you dad rummages around and grabs at your hips, and after some shuffling and moving around, you are sitting with your knees on Robért's thighs, with your dad on the floor, lifting up your tail and diving his muzzle into your asscrack. You moan out inbetween french kissing the white-feathered rooster, who begins to dart his long and powerful avian tongue further back into your muzzle, tickling your uvula. The meals in your stomach has moved your bowels along, and as your dad licks all over your backside, you feel the urge to relieve yourself. Meanwhile, Robért pushes harder and harder with his tongue, causing you to gag and retch, the scents and tastes of eaten shit making its way up from your stomach. (link:"Poop into your dad's mouth")[You grunt out as you begin to defacate, your dad moaning lewdly as your waste begins to exit your pucker into his eager mouth. He reaches up as he feeds, grabbing at your knotted member, and begins to stroke it softly, causing you to whimper around the rooster's tongue which continues to pry and prod at your uvula, your stomach contracting as you get closer to spewing. "Don't fight it, Billy, feed me like a bird would," Robért says breathlessly, before leaning forward and mushing his tongue even harder against the back of your throat. (link:"Give Robért what he wants")[Your ass splurts out another serving of scat even as your stomach heaves painfully, and you taste bile and most of all the nasty taste of eaten shit as it passes up your throat. It spews directly into Robért's mouth, and he gurgles in arousal as he begins to chug down the vile slop expertly, all the while your dad strokes you harder and faster, munching happily on your shit. The first vomit is followed by a second, as Robért digs his tongue deep again, and you taste scat and a hint of omelet as you empty your stomach partially into his, the rooster's throat working overdrive to keep up with the putrid sludge. All the sordidness, and the intensity of it all, and your dad's expert paw, it all leads you to buckle against warm fingers and he strokes you harder and faster still, quickly pushing you to the edge, yipping and moaning out as you cum all over. Robért swallows down with intent, and reaches down for his own member, not needing more than a few strokes before he gasps out and says something inaudible in his own language as he paints his white feathers with his cream. Kneeling on the floor, you hear the chomping moans of your dad, and he lets go of your softening dick to attend his own, splurts and loud groans emitting from behind you as he climaxes as well. (link:"Cuddle with your dad and Robért in the afterglow")[As you all come down from your respective orgasms, the guys manhandle you around, first one, then the other licking at your stomach, cleaning you off of your semen, you doing the same for them, licking and slurping on softening avian and vulpine cocks, their semen washing away the taste of vomit-shit. You end up sandwiched between them, their fowl breaths causing your whiskers to twitch, and they grope and caress your body for a good ten minutes before they let you go, satisfied and with your stomach and bowels partially empty, ready for new and sordid adventures on the festival. [[Get dressed and wave them farewell->D2JM]]] ]]]

You are in Anders' room. The very tall and chubby panda is currently on his side and his eyes flutter open when he hears you entering the room. "Mornin', Billy," he grunts tiredly, stretching his body a little, then scrounging up his eyes, before looking at you with slight moisture in them, "ugh, got a nasty headache." Then, the ursine's stomach rumbles furiously and gets a bit of a frantic expression. [[Help him evacuate his bowels without having to get up->D2JAnPo]] [[Go upstairs->D2JR2]] [[Go downstairs->D2JM]]

You are in Robért's room. The bed is slightly messy, for his standards. (link:"Get under the covers and search out his musk")[You dig yourself under the covers and sniff at the rooster's place. There is quite a bit of avian musk, but nothing strong enough to entice you. After ruffling around for a while and beginning to feel warm, you get out of the bed again.] [[Go upstairs->D2JL2]] [[Go downstairs->D2JM]]

You are in the restroom. It's pretty nice, with a sink, a toilet and a large bathtub. Yours and Johnny's clothes from yesterday are strewn on the floor and no one is presently here. [[Leave->D2JM]]

You are in Jack the bull's room. The black-furred and well-sculptered specimen of a male is currently on his back with his covers off, exposing his sweat-glinsing body. Not able to resist the musky and manly sight in front of you, you get into bed with him. "Hi, Billy," the bull groans out tiredly as your weight makes your presence known, and then he hiccups and looks quite green. His manly musk is tained by alcohol fumes and his breath is very stinky from the beers and the cigarettes he consumed last evening. "Ugh, I'm not really in the mood for playing right now, feel bad yannow?" You get the feeling that if you push the bull he will vomit, and the only way to minimize the spillage would be for you to "take care of it". [[Accept the risk->BullVomJ]] [[Get off the bed and head downstairs->D2JL1]]

Despite the risk of the bovine loosing control of his stomach, you lean in and begin to lick the sweat off his muscular chest. He squirms a little, lifting a paw and then letting it drop again weakly, shivering as your tongue scrapes against his chest, getting closer to his smelly armpit, which smells absolutely atrocious. You lean over him, resting your paw on his chest as you lick at the other pec, suckling at his nipple, the black-furred bull groaning out a little as you tease him. Then you kiss and lick your way down his chiseled abs, your snout finally making contact with his musky crotch that stinks of cum, sweat and piss. Delighted, you begin to lick and slurp, putting a paw on his stomach for purchase as you take his hardening member into your mouth. (link:"Jack gurgles out")["Ugghhhhhh Billy, no, stop, I'm gonna be sick!" Jack exclaims, pushing you off forcefully so that you end up on the floor in a sprawling mess. There is only one thing to do, and you quickly get on your knees besides the bed, and the big man leans over the edge, making retching sounds. (link:"Open your mouth and lean in for a very nasty kiss")[You grab Jack's broad head and push your lips against his, the eyes of the bull widening before closing up as he retches again, and you ready your stomach for what comes next. With a loud hurl, the black bull empties his stomach in a series of violent contractions that has his whole body convulsing. Instantly, your mouth fills up with his vomit and you open your throat to have the foul-tasting slop travel directly into your stomach. Beer, bits of fast food, notes of sausage and fries and spices, combined with the bitter acids of his digestion, it all passes over your tongue, and you struggle to keep it down, frantically holding on to the bull's head as he hurls again and again, your cheeks balooning as your mouth almost overflows before you manage to chug the vile mess down. The contractions of Jack's stomach get fewer and further apart, and the last bit of fluid that enters your mouth is extremely bitter acid that makes your mouth curl up as if you were biting into a lemon. You fur feels electrified, your stomach is broiling. Jack pushes you away with an "Ewwww, //fuck//!" as he tastes his own vomit on your breath and he lies down again with a tired groan, before leaning up again, rummaging at the table next to the bed, finding a half-empty beer bottle there, and downing a few gulps, noticeably swishing it around and cleaning his mouth of the taste of vomit. Meanwhile, you are feeling more and more sick yourself, and you practically run off, heading down the stairs in a hurry, through the main room, barging into the toilet. You make it to the porcelain throne just when your stomach empties itself, and you kneel there for a while as you hurl again and again, your member throbbing from the intensity of it all, your eyes blurry with tears. When you begin to taste wolfscat, you manage to control your stomach and keep that in, don't wanna lose your delicious meal from earlier! When it is all over, you get to your shaky feet and flush, before rinsing your muzzle well and splashing your face with water and exiting the bathroom. [[Leave->D2JM]]]]

You throw off your clothes and climb the bed, giving the large panda a lewd grin as you move towards his groin. He moves his body to be on its back, thick legs spreading to the sides and bends his hips, cradling his knees with his paws to give you full access while his musky rear is exposed for you to enjoy. His musk is thick and gnarly, the big man having had somewhat of an extended party last night as well as having to carry you on his shoulders, and the scents that waft up tickle your smell receptors and your mind lights up. (link:"Lick his musky ass")[You dart in and push your lips hard against his moist pucker, letting your tongue dart out to scrape against the yielding tissue. Anders moans out as you begin to slurp your way through a nice rimjob, his asshole somewhat dirty and depositing notes of yesterday's toilet visits on your tongue. You moan out and your member throbs and spasms its way into full hardness from the tastes and the smells, feeling your tongue getting gritty and slimy as you clean him out. "It-it-it's coming, Billy!" The big man whimpers, and you feel the pucker quiver. (link:"Open your muzzle wide and cram it against his backsisde")[You open your muzzle and dig your snout in, your lower jaw resting on the bed, your upper practically nomming on his smelly ballsack. A low poof can be heard and then your mouth is filled with noxious fumes, quickly replaced with a decent serving of mushy beershits. You gurgle and gag as you begin to swallow, using your tongue to lap the mess backwards, your throat choking on the nasty filth. The large panda groans out and another poofing serving pours out his pucker and your efforts almost become frantic as you struggle to keep up without spilling, tongue hard at work to scoop the shit to the back of your mouth and your throat bobbing again and again in swallow after painful swallow. "Ahh, I needed that!" Anders says, his body shivering a little as he clenches up firmly. You consume the remaining scat, member spasming and jetting precum from it all, and then move your head a little back so that you can administer a proper rimjob again, to get him cleaned out. (link:"He gives you a nice to drink to cleanse your palate")[When you are mostly satisfied with your oral action, you lean back and take note of the faint brown smudges on his assfur. Nothing much you can do about that with your own muzzle soiled. The large panda looks down and gives your headfur a nice scritching, before grabbing his half-hard member and presenting it to you. You engulf his un-circumsized cockhead into your mouth and new and bitter flavours are deposited on your tongue as the skin peels back and the funk underneath reveals its nature. You cock throbs hard as you service his prick, and then he suddenly squirts a bitter liquid that turns into a torrent, using your mouth as his personal urinal, causing you to moan out like a little bitch and the man to grunt in a satisfied manner. Swallow after swallow has to be made to not spill, before the stream dies down and Anders gives his meat a few tugs to squeeze out the last of his piss. You pull off, and use the last piss as mouthwash, to clean off bits of shit between your teeth. "Good boy...." the ursine says tiredly, before laying himself down and closing his eyes. Very much horned up, you exit the bed and get dressed, ready for something or someone to get you off properly. [[Go upstairs->D2JR2]] [[Go downstairs->D2JM]]]]]

You are in yours and your dad's room. Currently no one is here. [[Go downstairs->D2JR1]]

You are in the VIP village. A good amount of furs are already up and about, chatting in scratchy voices, munching on fast food, most wearing the obligatory black band t-shirt, but plenty others in more casual clothing. The multitude of people makes for a low and constant tapestry of noise, which is accompanied by sizzling and the clanging of pots and pans from the various foodstalls that host their guests inside spacious tents, one gourmet restaurant even featuring fine dining tables with cloth napkins. (if:(history: where its name contains "QwestSmex")'s length <= 0)[(if:(history: where its name contains "Qwest1")'s length >= 1)[[[Go purchase some fries for the very tired volunteer->QwestSmex]]]] [[Go check out the family restrooms further back in the VIP village->VIPToi]] [[Go back home->Day2VIP]] [[Go to the exit of the VIP village->VIPentrance]]

You are the entrance to the VIP village. (if:(history: where its name contains "QwestSmex")'s length <= 0)[There is currently one volunteer on guard duty, a very, //very// haggard looking lion. He looks at you and takes in your chipper appearance, giving you a thoughtful look, although his brain working seems to zap him and he scrounges up his eyes.] (if:(history: where its name contains "QwestSmex")'s length >= 1)[The lion volunteer you helped feed is on guard duty. His face is not ashen anymore, and he gives you a friendly wave when he sees you.] (if:(history: where its name contains "Qwest1")'s length <= 0)[[[Talk to the volunteer->Qwest1]]] [[Explore the VIP village->VIPD2]] [[Head out to the main festival grounds->D2Main]] [[Head back to the VIP dwelling->Day2VIP]]

You say "Hi!" to the haggard lion and he gives you a tired wave. "Ughhh, my mate's supposed to be here!" The lion says. "He said he would grab a box of fries for me, I really need some of them carbs and salt yannow?" Then a lightbulb seemingly goes off inside his head. "Would you go in and fetch me some fries here in the VIP village? I can't really leave my post you know!" You accept some of his monies and promise to fetch him some fries. [[Back->VIPentrance]]

You are at the main festival grounds. Rows of checkered areas seperated by trampled grass are filled with tents of all sizes, from the tiny to the huge, from the square to the rectangular to the circular tipis made in synthetic fabrics. Located in the middle of this controlled chaos is the portapotty area, where row after row of the smelly structures stand for the festival goers to use. From your location you can see both the stages as well as the structures of the VIP area that are shaped like the finger horns you throw at concerts. [[Go to the stage area->Day2SE]] [[Check out the portapottys->Day2PP]] [[Head in between the many tents and explore->Day2T]] [[Head back to the VIP village->VIPentrance]]

You get in line at the stall that sells sauages, hotdogs and french fries. This sort of food is not popular this early in the day, and it only takes 5 minutes to head back towards the haggard lion with his morning meal. "Jeez, thanks kid!" The lion says as you hand him the fries, eagerly opening the packet and consuming them with the small, wooden fork that is included. While he eats, you idly chat about yesterdays concerts, both of you agreeing that Stone Ram was the highlight of the festival so far. As his meal concludes, a loud rumble can be heard from the lion's stomach and he hunches over as nasty fart erupts from his backside, the stink flowing over and tickling your nose, causing your member to throb a little. "Shit! Fuck! Gotta go, keep watch for me, will 'ya?" Not giving you time to respond, he runs off into the VIP village, clutching at his buttocks to keep them closed. You decide to keep a look out, puffing out your chest a little and giving the comers and goers determined stares, checking armbands as if you had done it a thousand times before, no one even commenting on your age or your lack of the special volunteer vest they are wear. About a quarter of an hour goes by, and the lion returns. "Thanks kid. Feel bad for the cleaning crew though..." At that he trails off, shakes his head, and sends you on your merry way. [[VIP Entrance->VIPentrance]]

Never one to let the chance to snoop around some toilets go to waste, you head for the family restrooms at the back of the VIP village. It's pretty deserted here, althrough you notice an adult tabby cat woman and a male cub of the same species heading towards one of the restrooms. (if:(history: where its name contains "QwestSmex")'s length >= 1)[There's also a restroom that has its entrance wrapped in white and red warning tape and a sign that says "Out of Order".] [[Try and snoop on the two felines->PeterPet]] (if:(history: where its name contains "QwestSmex")'s length >= 1)[[[Head under the red and white barrier tape and enter the restroom that is "out of order"->Nastii]]] [[Head back->VIPD2]]

The adult tabby cat woman and the cub she is with, ostensibly her son, are casting worried glances all around before they enter one of the family restrooms. Both are walking a bit funny, kinda tight, as if they are holding in the contents of their bowels. They don't notice your presence and you hear the boy whimering about how much he has to go before they enter. "Got a nice meal cooking for your mistress?" The woman says, before she opens the door, ushering him in, her eyes looking hungrily down at his tight butt as he walks past, her head turning to follow him as she closes the door, the lock fiddling and the green bar going half to red. [[The door looks as if it hasn't locked properly, go check out the two cats->PeterFun]] [[These felines don't interest you. Go back to the VIP area->VIPD2]]

You duck under the warning tape and enter the family restroom. The stink is horrible, with sharp tones causing your fur to stand up and your whiskers to twitch in a constant tremoring. In front of you is a toilet stall with the door open, and inside the small room the entire backwall from about your head height and down is coated in a partially dry layer of liquid scat that has run down the vinyl wall and pooled around the toilet, where there are two imprints from shoe-soles and muddy steps leading away and over to the sink to the left of the entrance, where the one who made the mess apparently cleaned up, with several brown-soiled paper towels stuffed into the bin there. [[Help the volunteers out by licking the liquid shit off the floor->Floorcleaner]] [[This is too nasty, even for you. Leave->VIPD2]]

You are at the entrance to the stage area. There is a short queue waiting to be let in. Walking along the queue is a portly porcine man in a Hawaii shirt walking his dog, a cocker spaniel. The morning sun is already causing him to sweat profusely and he walks quite slowly, chest heaving for air. [[Walk over to the undercover police officer->DogBang]] [[Get in the queue->D2MQ]] [[Head back to the main festival grounds->D2Main]] [[Head back to the VIP village->VIPentrance]]

You are at the porta potty area of the main festival grounds. At this time of day, plenty of furs are milling about, getting their morning business done. At the back of the porta pottys is an area with rows of urinals for the male guests of the festival. (if:(history: where its name contains "Plac")'s length <= 0)[As you ponder it all, you notice a a peculiar man strutting past you. It's a fairly tall and quite slender male, who's dressed like a plague doctor, he notices you staring and gives you a slow wave which turns into a beckoning curved fingers gesture.] (if:(history: where its name contains "Plac")'s length is 0)[[[Walk over and talk to the plague doctor->Plac]]] [[Check out the urinal area->Day2MU]] [[Walk over to the entrance to the stage area->Day2SE]] [[Head over to the tent area->Day2T]] [[Go back to the VIP village->VIPentrance]]

You take a stroll on the trambled-grass roads between the checkered areas where tents have been erected. Plenty of furs are here, up and about, drinks and beers in their paws, others standing in front of their tents, brushing their teeth and rinsing with bottled water, their hang-overs obvious in their facial expressions. Here, almost everyone is decked out in black band t-shirts, although some daring few are wearing other colours, most with band names on them as well though. (if:(history: where its name contains "D2JM")'s length >= 1)[[[Try and look for your wolf->D2TJ]]] (if:(history: where its name contains "D2JM")'s length <= 0)[[[Spend some time looking around to see if you can find someone you played around with yesterday->D2TB]]] [[Head over to the portapotty area->Day2PP]] [[Go to the entrance to the stage area->Day2SE]] [[Go to the VIP village->VIPentrance]]

"Greetings, young one," the man with the plague doctor outfit says as you get near him. You take in his appearance and notice that his costume is quite well made, eerie even, as the mask is made out of genuine leather stitched together like out of a horror flick and not some kind of plastic prefab. (link:"Ask him why he's wearing the mask")["Ahh, well..." He pauses for a good half minute, seemingly deciding what to say next, "I just think it's cool!" You nod in agreement, the costume is very fitting for the metal theme and you notice other festival goers giving the man some looks of appreciation, a few pointing and one getting near with her phone out. The woman gets close, it's a middle-aged tigress with spiky, pink hair. "Cool costume dude!" She exclaims. "Can I take a picture?" "Sure," the man says and then looks down at you, "How about we make a thematic picture where I'm terrorizing the boy?" (link:"Agree")[The woman snaps a couple of pics with the man doing several poses, looming over you like a monster from a cartoon with his shrouded paws up in the air, others where he is grabbing you, and you are playing along, trying to look scared. It does get to feel a little heated as he catches a grope on your crotch and later on your butt, however, you cannot see his expression and gauge if it is intentional or not. "Fantastic!" The woman says, "Thank you so much, both of you!" With that, she turns and leaves. "Maybe I'll see you later," the man says, reaching for your shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze, before he leaves.]] [[Back->Day2PP]]

You opt to take a stroll down the urinal area. At this time of day, there is plenty of activity, and many furs are milling about, men and boys alike standing in neat rows unloading the contents of their bladders. [[Sneak peaks at some dicks->Sneakpeak]] [[You notice the elephant security guard from yesterday->Day2Phant]] [[Back->Day2PP]]

As you take a couple of rights, searching the area for Johnny, you walk past a camp that is absolutely thrashed, with a circle of furs passed out in their festival chairs, numerous bottles and cans strewn around. Modern technology has made it so that their portable speaker is still blaring, currently what could be called "normal" heavy metal, lots of guitars and a male voice singing in an almost opera-like voice. Past that camp, you suddenly notice your wolf, and the rest of the furs he is at the festival with, his bunny friend, the friend's parents and your wolf's mom, who is wearing a most unwelcome scowl and nursing a large beercan. (link:"Say \"Hi!\"")[You wave and smile, and Johnny's blue eyes light up as he sees you and he waves you over. His bunny friend is a bit more stand-off'ish, although his parents are beaming. "Hello Billy." The bunnymom says. "Seems like Johnny had a nice sleepover at your place!" "I really did!" Johnny says, smiling at her, then looking back at you and giving you a wink. You know you have to keep up appearences and make up a story about a game you played on a handheld device. "Fucking hell!" It's Johnny's mom coming up, giving her opinion. "There's a whole festival and you nerds are just playing your computers!" At that, she spits on the grass and takes a swig of the half-liter beer bottle she has in her paw. Johnny visibly cringes at her antics and you give him your best cheerful smile. "So, what are you doing now?" He asks. (link:"\"Gonna see Blue Vilnius!\"")[You inform him that you are going to see your favorite band, Blue Vilnius, and point at the band-name on your t-shirt. He gives a little turn of his head. "Not really my favorite..." His voice trails off, "But if you are there, it might be fun." "You are not leaving now!" His mom barks. "Alex' been whining all the time you were gone. Stay here for a while and keep him company!" Johnny's shoulders slump, but you reach out and give his arm a gentle pat. "Maybe I'll see you at the concert?" You say. He light up and gives you a nod, sending a furtive glance at his mom. "Maybe I can sneak away a little later, eh?" [[Nod and leave->Day2T]]]]

You take a stroll down in-between the many tents of the camping grounds. There are all kinds of tents, from the smallest and cheapest to large rectangular domiciles with space enough for even the tallest fur to stand upright and dozens to party inside. You take a left then a right and get to a sort of clearing where canopy-like tents have been set up for a communal area, where people can go to get some shade. At this time, in the hot morning sun, there are already plenty of furs strewn on the grass there, many of them having to flee the oppressive heat of their tents to this shaded area to get some more rest. Plenty of snoring can be heard, and the low muttering of conversations, but no one is blaring loud music on speakers or anything, mindful of the hungover furs desperate for their beauty sleep. After passing through this area you are now on a circular path and you end up almost all the way down to the beginning, where the porta-potty area is. [[You notice the bunny you raped and spitroasted yesterday->BunR2]] [[You notice the bunny you seduced yesterday->BunS2]] [[Back->Day2T]]

You recognize the man from yesterday and know he's an undercover officer and the dog is a drug-sniffing dog, keeping the festival safe for the young and impressionable. He recognizes you and his features light up. "Hi kid!" He says, smiling broadly, "Thanks for yesterday, I haven't felt so limber in weeks!" To prove his point he stretches his arms and rotates his torso from side to side, barely grunting. "Say.. It is nearly breaktime for me and Rex. How about you tag along to the police encampment outside the festival? There are even a couple of other canines there that are //real// friendly when not working!" [[Agree and follow him outside the festival grounds->DBang]] [["Maybe later!"->Day2SE]]

You sneak close and lean in, listening for activity on the inside, and hear a groan and a sputtering fart and a sultry female moan. As you grab the handle, the door opens easily, the lock a couple milimeters from engaging. In front of you is a regular toilet stall with its door open and empty. To the left of the structure is a wider area for babychanging, and the woman is on her knees with her muzzle buried between the cub's asscheeks, hungrily lapping, farts spluttering out from his tailhole. Both of them have thrown off their clothes hurriedly and the woman has her paw down in her crotch, the other reaching around to grope at the cub's package. You move to sneak into the toilet stall, but somehow get your tshirt tangled in the handle to the entrance door, and you slip and fall to the ground in a sprawling mess, both the woman and the boy turning and looking with surprised and frightened expressions as they realise they have been caught in their sordid acitivities. You see their groins, the woman's pussy dripping with moisture and the boy's cock spasming with an arousal that your own prick mirrors. However, as you stand up again, stammering excuses and apologies, the woman gives your crotch a significant look and licks her lips. "Don't worry, my pet," she says, reaching for the boy and ruffling his headfur, "it seems as if a fellow pig has joined us." (link:"*Oink*")[You make a sound similar to a pig, your cock spasming underneath your shorts as you realise that you have been invited in to join the raunchy action, and you brush off your tshirt and make your way over to the pair. "What's your name, cutie?" The woman asks. "Billy," you say. "I'm Cynthia, and this is my son Peter." "Uhmm, hi!" The boy says a bit uncertainly, giving you a shaky wave, before hunching over, a fart sputtering out. "My and my pet here have been holding it in since yesterday, being on a festival with people who aren't like us hasn't been easy!" The woman says, before she makes a gesture with her paw, beckoning you forward. "Hungry?" (link:"Dig in")[You hurry to throw off your clothes and your sandals, your knotted dick throbbing as you get to your knees, the catboy turning away, his tail swishing with severe agitation as his tailhole crests. With speed, you crawl in and plant your muzzle on his backside, just as his shit begins to pour into your muzzle. You moan out in raunchy pleasure and the boy grunts as more pours out, threatening to overflow, and the woman pushes your to the side and digs her own muzzle in, taking care of the rest of the mess, while you are forced to grab at a length that is sticking outside of your mouth to keep it from falling to the floor. On your knees, both you and the tabby cat woman are hungrily devouring the cub's shit, she moaning sultrily and you in a high-pitched whine befitting your species and age, the revolting taste of re-digested cubscat buzzing your tastebuds and smell receptors. The cub turns around and gets on his knees as well, stroking himself slowly. He has a nice length for his age, being about as old as you, and his eyes dance with lust as he takes in the sight of your munching on his shit, before he looks down and gives your knotted cock an admiring look. (link:"Peter sucks you off")[The boy leans down and gives your member a little sniff, before he gives the tip a gentle lick, smacking his lips as he samples your precum. Then, he leans down and takes the length in with practiced experience, your cocks travelling down his throat as he kisses your knot and begins a nice deepthroat blowjob that makes your spine tingle with pleasure and your tail bush out. You nom harder at the nasty shit in your mouth, devouring more and more of it, the boy's mother doing the same, finishing before you and letting out a healthy burp. "That's a good little bitch, suck him off like it was your daddy's cock!" She says, the cub's ears splaying backwards with humiliation as he intensifies his efforts, gagging as he throats you on repeat. "Suck a nice big red rocket, I bet it would feel nice to have it up your ass!" The cub nods eagerly, even as he continues his throatjob, getting you ever closer to the edge as you finish eating his nasty shit, rancid burps making their way up from your well-fed stomach. "Peter!" The woman snaps, and he withdraws his mouth with a loud slurp, looking slightly admonished, before he turns around and presents his rump to you, his tail making a question mark as it is risen high. (link:"Fuck the kitten")[His pucker is slightly browned and looks quite puffy, as if it sees extensive use, and he moans out as you put your rocket's tip there and push in a couple of inches, Peter pushing back, his warm hole engulfing your cock all the way to the knot in one go. Off to the side, the woman is gasping in delight from the sight, one paw rummaging with her breasts, the other two fingers deep in her wet snatch. She catches you looking and gives you a wink and a nod, spurring you on. Not wanting to dissapoint the lady, you begin to gyrate your hips, the catboy pushing back harder on every thrust, moaning out like a bitch in heat as your knot spreads him more and more open. You are already close from the raunchy action and the lewd spectator and speed up further, your pelvis plapping against the cub's buttocks, your nutsack slapping against his, and you begin to yip out as you finally feel the knot popping in and shortthrust your way through an intense orgasm, painting his insides white. "Pull your knot out! Make him gape!" The woman commands in a domineering tone. (link:"Make the bitch squeal")[You know it's gonna smart a little, but obey the woman, and tug hard at your still-spurting member, yanking the knot out with a very loud squelch and spatters of cum and shit, the cub mewling out as you leave him gaping, his tailhole trying in vain to close from the rough extraction. "Clean him up, Peter!" The woman says sternly, and he quickly turns around, ears splayed back and blushing from her dominance, taking your softening and scat-caked member into his muzzle, cleaning you off. Once you begin to fidget from overstimulation, he pulls off, mouth stained brown like your own, and you cannot help but lean in, giving him a deep a kiss which he reciprocates, his breath as stinky as your own and tasting deliciously of a cum and scat. For a couple of minutes you french kiss deeply and you grab at his member, jerking him off, the woman moving behind him. You sense him tightening up in your embrace and his member spasm, as lewd squelches can be heard from behind him, and he moans out into your muzzle as his throbbing member suddenly erupts, shooting his load over your stomach. As you pull back, you see his eyes scrounged up, the squelching from behind continueing, and you look around and see that his mom is roughly fucking him with a large dildo. "M-M-Mistress!" He gasps out, the pounding a bit too much for him, and she pulls it out and shoves it into his mouth, using his throat to clean off his filth, Peter gagging and gurgling from her actions, a couple tears falling down his cheeks.. "Good boy," she whispers into his ear, before licking it, and you notice that his member throbs from the roughness of it all. Quite a little bitch this one! Once he has cleaned it off to her satisfaction she pulls the dildo out and you all move to clean up, rincing your muzzles and using a paper towel to scrape off the shit that clings to your headfur and elsewhere, washing your paws and all that, before getting dressed. "Maybe we'll see you around," the woman says, giving you a wink, the kitten giving you a broad smile as you all leave the restroom and go your seperate ways. [[Leave->VIPD2]]]]] ]]

Shaking with giddyness and raunchy arousal of the act you are about to commit, you turn about and shut the door and make sure it's locked properly. Then, you ditch your clothes and sandals, making sure to place them on a spot where the floor hasn't been blemished. Your dick is throbbing and halfway out its sheath as you get on your knees, and you decide to start at the sink, leaning down and giving the brown footprints a good sniff, recoiling from the hefty diarrhea stench. (link:"Lick at the footprints")[Tentatively, you lean close again, and extend your tongue to the very last footprint, once again recoiling as the acidic goop makes contact with your tastebuds, the bile instantly rising to the back of your throat. You smallow down the spittle a couple of times, getting a small sample of the liquid shit, and then lean down and give the imprint a proper lick from heel to toe, a good amount of sludge entering your muzzle. It's //so// nasty! Even for someone as trained as you, just keeping it in your mouth causes you to lean your head back and breathe through your open lips as if you were trying to eat something fresh off the stove. The rancid bitterness causes you to gag, and then gag again, and you need a paw at the base of your knot to steady yourself, your cock fully out its sheath from the vile act. Steadying yourself, taking several deep breaths, you swallow the sludge in your mouth, and instantly have to choke down gagging burps and retches. (link:"Lick the footprint again")[Your stomach is revolting against you, even as you lean down to give the liquid smudge another lick, and you once again retch, cock spasming, as more of the sludgy goop enters your mouth and coats your tongue. This time it goes down easier though, and you are quick to lean down for another lick, quickly erasing the footprint and moving to next. The pools of liquid shit get more thick the closer you get to the toilet, and your tongue is almost numb by the time you make it to the principal lake of diarrhea around the porcelain throne. Another very harsh and acidic burp followed by retches and a beginning soreness in your stomach muscles tells you that you won't be able to eat it all, so you settle on another plan. [[Hoover up the scat and spit it into the toilet->Bhoohoo]]]]

Every instinct tells you not to do what you are committed to, as you lean down, purse your lips, and then stick your snout into the center of the pool of sludge. *SluuuUUUUuuuuUUUuuurrrrp* Your cheeks balloon out as you suck in as much of the filthy liquid as possible and then you lean over the toilet and spit it out, retching and sticking your soiled tongue out, almost losing control of your stomach. Then you get down and repeat the process. *SlllllluuuuuuuuuUUuuuuRRrrrrrp* Again you persist until your cheeks bulge out like a greedy chipmunk and then move over the toilet and spit out the sludge, small bits of fastfood leaving nasty notes on your tongue even as the potent acids of the shit burn the roof of your mouth. It takes a while, but you manage to suck up almost all the liquified shit, spitting into the bowl again and again, until there are only dirty streaks left on the floor. Now, it is time to shift gears. (link:"Put your tongue to work")[You get on your paws and knees and lean your snout down, extending your utterly brown tongue to begin scraping off the solidifying remnants you didn't hoover up in the first place. It takes a good amount of time, but you are quite dedicated, a paw on your knot gripping your spasming organ, keeping you properly aroused through the whole ordeal. Finished with the floor, you decide that the cistern and the back wall is someone else's problem, as you are quite done spending your time as a mop, tongue tired and stomach definitely pushed to its very limits. You are shaking from it all, your stomach still protesting due to the small amounts of cold diarrhea you have ingested, and you rinse your muzzle properly at the sink, making sure to check in the mirror that you are presentable, before you move to put on your clothes and sandals and leave. [[Leave->VIPD2]]]

You opt to stand in the queue. There is no movement, as the gates haven't been opened yet, so it doesn't seem to make sense to stand here when you could be exploring the festival grounds. [[Leave the queue->Day2SE]]

You follow the police officer towards an exit through the fencing that leads to the outside of the festival. As you get near, he puts his paw on your shoulder, as if detaining you and the volunteers keeping watch give you a wierd look as you pass through the exit. Outside the fencing is a freshly mowed field that shows you how this place would have looked before the festival started. Now, the grass inside is trampled and littered with trash and beercans and whatnot, while here, fresh flowers a blooming through the cut grass and butterflies and bees are buzzing and flapping around. You follow a dirt path that leads into a wooded area, and here fencing has been erected with tarps covering the sides so passer-bys cannot look in. There is a grated door which is locked with a heavy padlock, and the policeman unlocks it and ushers you inside. "The other guys are still on shift for a little while, but their dogs remain here. We only bring them out if there's trouble brewing." He takes you over to a container structure that proves to be fitted as a kennel, with 4 cages. The sides are open, letting in plenty of fresh air, while there are also shaded areas for the dogs to protect themselves against the sun. As you get close, two of the kennels are shown to have inhabitants, a german shepherd and a doberman. Both of them get up and let out a couple of muted barks at the policeman's approach, and he unlocks the kennels so they can come out and join you. Tails wagging, the canines exit their kennels and go to sniff at the policeman, tails wagging, and then doing the whole butt-sniff ritual with Rex as well. The dogs are big, but their demeanor is currently tails-wagging-so-much-their-bottoms-shake. "This here is Anton," the porcine policeman says, pointing to german shepherd, "and this is Rufus," at that he points to the doberman. (link:"Say \"Hi!\" to the dogs")[You greet the dogs and they turn their attention you, plodding over with their tails wagging, giving you some curious sniffs and licking your paws. Anton pushes his big head against your chest, sniffing intensely, while Rufus walks around you and stick his nose in between your buttocks, huffing you scent. For a cub like yourself, the dogs are very big, both of them probably weighing the same as yourself, and you cannot help but look at their crotches and the fat sheaths there. "I knew you would like 'em," the police officer says, beginning to undress, Rex wagging his tail and sniffing at his sweat-stained undies. The german shepherd begins to sniff lower and lower and grunts as he sniffs at your crotch, meanwhile the doberman is continuing his huffing at your backside, cold snout pushing against the base of your tail. (link:"Get undressed")[Feeling the heat arise in your loins, you begin to undress, and the two dogs bark and sniff even harder at your now exposed ass and the tip of your dick which is poking out of its sheath. Suddenly, a huge weight lands on your back, pushing you down, and the doberman begins to mount you. You make a sound of protest, but the german shepherd leans down and begins to lick at your muzzle, penetrating your lips with his long and broad tongue and you moan out as you taste his slobber. Rufus begins to gyrate his hips against your butt, and you feel his heavy sack plapping against your own and his tip scratching around at your tailhole. Utterly helpless, mouth gurgling around dogtongue, the canine penetrates you with a rough shove and you groan out in pleasure as his red rocket pops inside and begins to swell up as he bucks against you. Your cock is fully out of its sheath now, and it pulsates everytime the canine brushes over your prostate, which happens at great speed now, his meat filling you up more and more as he hardens up inside you. A squeal comes out of your mouth as his knot pops in and the dog rests his significant weight on your back, panting into your ears, slowly gyrating his hips now that he is locked and cumming, his big cock expanding more and more, elicting squirt after squirt of precum to spray out of your dick. (link:"The german shepherd mounts your face")[Anton apparently decides that tongue-kissing you isn't nearly as interesting as having his member serviced, and he jumps up, crushing you down to rest on your elbows from the two dogs' combined weight, poking at your muzzle with his member which is half out of its sheath, a sizeable bulge still locked inside there. You gurgle as he penetrates your mouth, jabbing at the back of your throat in a frenzied buckling, watery precum spraying out in such volumes that it overflows and runs down your chin. "Christ, that's hot!" The policeman says and then you hear his dog make a sound between a whimper and a bark and hear the sound of a loud squelch. You try to turn your head to see between the crotchfur of the dog that's fucking your mouth and can see through the corners of your eyes that the policeman is slowly penetrating the cocker spaniel with his large and strangely twisty cock, inch after inch pushing in and then the shepherd humping your face picks up gears and all you see is fur as he bucks harder and harder against you, nutsack slapping against your chin, bulbous knot pushing at your lips. [[Rufus cums->DB2]]]]]

The thick dogcock in your muzzle squirts more and more pre and then Anton barks and humps even harder, practically bruising your nose, and semen erupts from his knotted erection directly down your throat. You feel the cock throbbing as it unloads and somehow the canine feels even heavier on your back, the two dogs really pushing down on you as they rest their bodies while filling your ass and stomach with their potent seed. Your member is spasming from it all, the thick knot pulsing against your prostate, the bone embedded deep in your bowels, the musky cock in your mouth, the sensation of your stomach filling up with hot dogseed, the same for your ass. Despite all this, you cannot manage to cum, and you are far too weak and overburdened to push back yourself and grind out a prostate orgasm, so you are just left dripping and needy and gurgling around the shaft down your throat. Anton then moves off and turns around, his cock twisting and scraping your throat as he stands with his ass directly in front of your eyes, his tailhole spasming. His cock exits your throat and now you taste the delicious dogjizz as it spurts over your tongue, and you suckle on his member with gusto, milking it the best you can. Rufus hops off as well and turns around, tugging at his member, causing you to moan from the intense stretch as he tries to pull his knot out in vain and your dick throbs from the intense stimulation inside your ass. (link:"The policeman grunts loudly")[You look over to the side and see that the porcine police officer is holding up his dog by its hips, cramming his twisty meat deep and groaning out in pleasure. Spurts of semen are dripping out the canine's tailhole and the cocker spaniel is panting heavily, his own red rocket fully out of its sheath and squirting from it all. The torrent of dogcum that is entering your holes slows down to a trickle and then stops, and you feel the erections softening, making you whimper as the stimulation inside your butt gets less and less intense until the doberman manages to pull out, semen following in the wake of its cock, gushing down on the grass beneath your well-fucked ass. Meanwhile, the pig continues to fill his pup with his seed, his huge balls unloading an endless torrent of porcine cum. He is now reaching around and stroking the dog, which is panting even more heavily, as its knotted cock begins to spurt out cum that coats the grass with a milky layer. (link:"Piss enters your mouth")[As your asshole is vacated you squeal out as a cold nose pushes against the base of your tail, the doberman lapping at your hole and cleaning you out. Meanwhile, the german shepherd has stopped squirting and is getting a bit restless, though still standing in place, and you suddenly feel a hot and bitter trickle into your mouth. The stream intensifies and you struggle to keep up, loudly sputtering with dogpiss dripping down your chinfur. Rufus stops licking your hole and plods over, giving your snout a sniff, and then decides to add his own mark on you, lifting his hind leg, his half-swollen member angry-red and throbbing before piss sprays out that impacts your neck and head, causing your ears to flutter and your whiskers to twitch as the scent begins to work its way into your fur. At the same time, your tongue is burning from the acridness of the german shepherd's urine, surprising you and causing tears to form in your eyes as you gulp it down. A poof can then be heard, and the tailhole in front of your snout emits a nasty fart, as foul as any you have ever smelled, causing your dick to throb and then the sphincter begins to expand a little, a hint of brown there. [[Let go of the dick and put your mouth on the canine's hole->DogT]]]]

"Nasty little fox!" The policeman says from the side, witnessing your debasement as you lock your lips to the german shepherd's bulging pucker. You cannot help but extend your tongue and lap at the turd that is oozing out, vile notes of dogshit as nasty as anything you have ever consumed buzzing your tastebuds, the scent of it wafting up and tickling your nose. It exits fast, filling up your mouth, and you begin to chomp on the shit, gagging and groaning in raunchy revulsion as the filth dissolves into a goopy paste you can swallow. It's a struggle for you, but your stomach is made of stern stuff and the horny overdrive in your mind causes you to blush hard and your cock to throb harder, although you are too busy holding onto the canine's hips to pleasure yourself. As more waste enters your stomach, feeling as if a stone is settling there, you realise the dog has nothing more to offer and you begin to make out with its soiled tailhole, scraping off bits and bobs and leaving a nice brown smear there. "Rex gotta go too!" The fat swine says, leading the cocker spaniel over, who is whimpering and sort of hunching up, and he manhandles the well-fucked canine to stand with its butt facing you, shoving the german shepherd away. The smaller dog's tailhole is red and spasming and coated in a thick layer of porcine cum, the smell of it causing you to whimper as you lean in and lap it up like a good puppy, its pungent notes washing away some of the taste of dogshit. Then, the pucker expands, and a foul torrent of sludgy poo erupts into your muzzle, virile hog semen and dogshit mixed and stirred for you to drink down without having to munch on it first. You gag and retch as you open your throat, letting the filth wash over your tongue and down your gullet, almost feeling your stomach expand from the nasty meal, cock throbbing from it all. (link:"The boar fucks you")["Fuck me, kiddo, I think I've got another load just for you!" The policeman says, getting behind you and presenting his member which is once again hard against your aching tailhole, dogcum lubing him up and enabling him to push in to the hilt in one go. You gurgle as another burst of dogshit-cum-slurry enters your muzzle, your cock dribbling as your prostate is assaulted by the large man, who lays into you with heavy thrusts that causes his enormous nutsack to smack almost painfully against your own, still packed with his potent seed. Struggling to keep up, a good amount of the filth splurts out your muzzle and a hard cough even causes a bit to spray out your nostrils, filling them with the nasty stinks and causing them to burn, even as you chug down the remaining sludge. Meanwhile, the hog fucks you harder and faster, his strangely twisty cock hitting your innards left, right and center, causing all sorts of unexpected pleasures as it penetrates you deep and forcefully, his massive weight rocking your body, your muzzle cramming against the canine's asshole. Your moans turn to yips of pleasure as his thick cock rams against your prostate again and again and you almost pass out from the pleasure as a powerful orgasm courses through your body, the fur standing up from your footpaws to your headfur, your dick spewing out rope after rope of juvenile cum, which Anton and Rufus are quick to sniff out, and their broad and heavy heads hem you in as they lick the grass underneath as well as your over-sensitive cock, causing you to squeal out from the overstimulation. The fat cop fucks you even harder and you swallow down the last of the cumshit-slurry, whimpering and groaning as he finally cums deep inside, pumping you full of hogseed in such volumes that it feels as if your asshole is bulging out from it all. "Good puppy!" He says, ruffling you between the ears as he pulls out slowly, your tailhole failing to close up properly and splurty farts ringing out as your hole vacates itself of the copious amounts of dog and pig cum. You collapse on the grass, fully tuckered out, well-fed, well-fucked, mind still in a sort of climax, semen occasionally dribbling out your member and being soaked up by the ground underneath you. For a while, you enjoy the pleasant sensation of the afterglow, and your breathing gets more normal. "The others are soon gonna have their breaks." The policeman says. "Let's get cleaned up before they come back." With that, he grunts and lifts you up with ease, carrying you over his shoulder to a container that reveals itself to be a showering unit. He sets you down on the floor and grabs the showerhead, rinsing you down and then scrubbing your fur clean with some flowery soap, leaving you as good as new. Rufus and Anton have returned to their kennels, curled up and smacking their lips as if quite satisfied, but they do perk up and bark as your say your goodbyes while the hog shuts the cages. He leads you back to the festival, and the guards at the entrance give you some very strange looks, a tiger there cocking his head askew wondering what happened between you and the hawaii-tshirt clad porcine, but they let you in none-the-less and you are free to explore the festival again. [[Say goodbye to the policeman and Rex and continue your adventure->Day2SE]]]

Feeling a bit lewd as the heavy smell of urine is in the air and all these guys are having their dicks out. You see a couple of feline teens, who are standing side by side, beers in paw, chatting while their dark yellow piss splashes out. You see a dark-feathered avian, a crow, with morning wood, his strangely curved member causing him no end of discomfort as he tries to angle it downwards, eventually just letting loose, the stream flying upwards and spraying out in a mist that causes him to curse out and a fine scent of acrid piss to envelop your nose as if you were smelling a dense fog. That causes you to stand still for a while, as the avian's member resists going down, even though he tries to hunch over, and the fog of urine-scent tickles your whiskers and causes your member to harden in its sheath. The crow curses as his unloading bladder spatters up against his t-shirt and later over his shorts, until he wrangles his cock down to piss properly, for all of 5 seconds as he finishes with an even louder curse, grumbling as he stuffs it away and heads over for the communal sinks to try and wash himself off. Then you move further and notice a greybearded grizzly bear, who notices you staring and sort of angles his body to the side, letting you see his fat humanoid member as it spurts out piss in bursts, the older male not capable of producing a steady stream, but certainly capable of delivering a show, as the angle means you can see his piss-slit bulging out and snapping tight whenever it spurts out its contents. He looks around and snaps back to reality, realising he cannot expose himself so obviously, and sort of hunches over, trying with some difficulty to pack his meat away as it begins to harden up. He walks past with an uncertain glance at you, and you smile broadly back and looks at his package, which causes him to leer and lean close, saying; "Maybe I'll see ya later, kid!" Then he leaves, walking with a bit of a limp from his stiff prick down his trousers. Feeling all riled up, you circle around the next array of urinals, hopeful for some kind of exciting morning action. [[You notice a mouse-boy, who is too short to piss over the edge of the urinal->Mousepee]] [[You notice the buff stallion you encountered yesterday->Day2Stallion]] [[You decide to head back->Day2PP]]

Standing at a urinal, hefty and impressive member gushing out frothy pee, is the elephant security guard who busted you playing around with the plumbing yesterday and afterwards fucking you nice and properly in a shower stall in the volunteer village. He is fitted with a radio that occasionally buzzes out incomprehensible speech and little bleeps and bips. (link:"Stand next to him and say \"Hi!\"")[You get next to the man and pull down your shorts, a bit of red showing from your remembrances of your raunchy time yesterday. "Hi!" You say, and the man turns his head to look at you curiously, face lighting up in a lewd smile as hee recognizes you. "Hi kid!" He says. "Out getting down and dirty again today?" (link:"\"Yes!\"")[Weird puppy..." His voice trails off, his thick cock hardening a little. "One of the other volunteers called in sick, so I'm on security duty until late afternoon. You can come by to the volunteer village then, just ask for Zulu and I'll come get you." He then leans in. "Would love to share you with one of the other guys, a nice buffalo. I know for a fact that he loves pissplay too!" With that, he pushes his member down his pants and gives you a friendly wave and a little *hoot!* with his trunk, before he moves out to patrol the festival area again. [[Leave->Day2PP]]]]

Standing in front of the urinal, with his shorts all the way down to his ankles, is a small mouse boy some 5 years of age. He is much too short to get his pecker over the rim of the urinal and is tippy-tapping his footpaws with a desperate expression on his face. You get near and the cub notices you and gives you a frightened look with his light brown eyes, blushing heavily as he sees you staring at his little pecker which is quite stiff. "Please look away!" He chirps. (link:"\"Why don't you go pee at the fence?\"")[You ask the cub why he doesn't just go pee at the fencing, like the other guys do. "That's not right!" He says in his squeaky little voice. "Pee goes in the urinal or the toilet!" Then, he sorta gives a little sigh and his ears splay back, and you surmise that shyness is just as much a cause of his predicament. (link:"\"Why not use a porta potty then?\"")[You ask the boy why he doesn't just use a porta potty if he wants to be proper. "I can't open the doors to them, they are too heavy!" He complains. [[Offer to "help" him out->MousePiss]] [[Leave him alone->Selfpiss]]]]

It's the buff stallion whose piss you drank and whose big cock you managed to cram up your tailhole yesterday! He's shirtless, with loose khakis and hooves that aren't covered with shoes, walking down the urinals looking for an open spot. One of his paws is on his head and he is staggering heavily, obviously quite hungover. (link:"Get near him as he steps up")[You cannot help but get close as he finds a spot and unveils his hefty member, putting a paw on the top of the urinal to stabilize himself. You stand right next to him, and pull down your shorts, acting as if you are also taking a piss and he lazily glances down as piss begins spraying out his cock. Then he does a double-take, his whole body turning and almost pissing all over you, before he shifts back, his eyes never leaving yours. "Shit-shit-shit, I thought it was a dream!" His voice comes out quite panicked and he looks this way and that, almost as if he is trapped. (link:"\"A nice dream!\"")[You reassure him that is was quite a nice dream then, and that your tailhole is still aching a little from his instense rutting. The buff man blushes at that, but at least calms down, and he gives you another significant look, his long cock spasming as remembers your sordid acts from the evening before. You take a sidestep and brush your body up against his muscular thigh and feel him tensing up, his member hardening further, and then he quickly finishes and pulls his stiffening cock into his khakis. "Ain't no faggot!" He blurts out, before turning on his heels and leaving. Hmmm, maybe the big guy needs to be drunk to be willing to let you play with him again. You hope to see him later! [[Leave->Day2PP]]]]

Getting all kinds of lewd ideas about the little cub, you offer to help him out by opening the door to a porta potty for him. "But then I won't be able to get out again!" He complains. You, of course, assure him that you will be there to open the door. He looks at you with a heavy blush and then hunches over, nearly pissing himself, and he hurriedly pulls up his shorts. You grab his little paw and lead him over, finding an un-occupied porta potty, and open the door with some effort as the spring that holds it shut is //quite// powerful. Ushering in the cub, you enter behind him, the two of you crowding the small space. "H-hey! You were supposed to wait outside!" He complains, brown eyes wide at the inappropriateness of it all. (link:"Get on your knees, pull down his shorts and suckle on his little stiffy")[The mouse squeaks out as you drop to your knees with a thud that makes the whole plastic construction rattle, pull down his shorts and take his small pecker into your muzzle. He complains and tries to move back, his buttocks hitting the seating, fixing him in place for you to molest his prick with you tongue, which laps over his little meat, sweet nuances of boymusk depositing there. "What are you... Oh...." The little mouse begins to moan as you suckle him properly, his pecker spasming in your muzzle as you weave and bob your way through a nice blowjob that obviously surprises him with its pleasureable sensations. (link:"Grab his torso and squeeze out his pee")[You are here to help him relieve himself, and which better place than into your eager gullet? To get things moving, you grab at his stomach, and press in your thumbs below his navel, putting pressure on his bladder. "Nooooo!" The cub complains, as his urgent need is suddenly present again, and he begins to batter at your headfur ineffectually as he loses control and bitter and flavourful cubpiss makes its way out his little prick. You swallow down the salty liquid, moaning out, letting go of his stomach and moving your paws to grope at your hardening package, the cub trapped between your muzzle and the seating, keeping him in place while he vacates his bladder down your stomach. There isn't too much pee, but its delicious flavour and the cute cub delivering it makes your mind heady with lust, and you keep on suckling him after he finishes, his small paws dropping down his sides as he just stands there while you service his little erection, tongue lapping at the head and running circles around his foreskin. You note that his taste is very clean and mellow, almost dissapointing! However, his moans and groans turn you on and you keep up your oral action, suckling harder and faster in tandem to his moans and his unconcious tremors that grow stronger as he approaches a dry orgasm. The little boy finally gasps, grabs on to your headfur, and humps your muzzle as his climax wracks his body, his posture getting stiff and rigid as he squeaks out again and again, his little member throbbing in your mouth. The orgasm is utterly dry and not even a drop of seed makes it onto your tongue, but you feel quite pleased with the results and get on your feet, looking down at the cub who is blushing heavily. [[Pull down your shorts and have him return the flavour->MouseSuck]]]]

You decide to excuse yourself and head off, leaving the cub to his own designs. However, you cannot help but look back and see what happens. The kindergarden boy tries angling his little stiffy high and then lets loose, only for his stream to hit the underside of the urinal, creating a cascade that splashes back on him, showering his legs in cubpiss and soaking his shorts. He begins to hiccup-cry as he soils himself, his footpaws rooted as he doesn't want to try to pee anywhere else, and he begins to sort of jump on the spot, the stream arching up and above the rim. Quite the comedic sight, as every time he lands a new splashback occours, and his shorts get more and more wet. Finally, red-faced and bawling, he pulls up his shorts, and other festival goers snicker and point at the cub as he runs away from the urinal area with his shorts utterly wet and dripping yellow liquid. [[Leave->Day2PP]]

Hemming him in, you pull down your shorts and present your hard, canine erection to the little cub, whose eyes widen at the sight of your angry-red and throbbing erection. "Suck it!" You command. "I did it for you, now you do it for me!" He looks quite uncertain, and looks down at his spit-coated member which is slowly softening, his brown eyes still glazed with residual pleasure, and he decides to indulge you. (link:"The mousecub sucks you off")[The cub's expression changes to something akin to wonder as he gives your knotted cock another good look, and then he leans forward, sniffing at it and then takes in the tip. "Just like that, suck it like a lollipop!" You instruct him. He begins to suckle and bob his head slowly, only taking in an inch, but that is more than enough for your pleasure to arise, as the sight of this little guy sucking your cock is arousing to no end. You gently grab at his mousy ears, and steer the pace, making him go faster and faster, instructing him to use his paws on your shaft and knot. As you get even more aroused, you can feel preseed squirting out, and the cub meeps and tries to pull back, but you keep him in place, the little guy gurgling and swallowing your emissions with a heavy blush. (link:"Climax")[Despite not being wholly enthusiastic, he keeps his paws on your shaft and knot, dainty little fingers gripping and caressing, and you feel the lighting surge of pleasure arch through your rod as you hump his head hard, buckling against his paws as you orgasm, foxseed spurting into his mouth. Now the little guy coughs, and semen spatters out his muzzle as the salty goop is too much for him and he spits it out as quickly as you squirt it in. As you come down and pull off, he coughs even harder, almost retching. "Did you pee in my mouth!??!" He asks incredously, and you take the minute to explain the birds and the bees to him, his expression souring even further as he realises that the contents of your nutsack ended up in his muzzle. "Didn't it feel good when I sucked you?" You ask him rhetorically, and he pauses, face scrounged up in thought. Then he nods. "Only fair you did the same for me, right buddy?" Again, he nods. You take some toilet paper and wipe your semen off his muzzle, and his shorts which have gotten a nice coating too, before you pull them up, and pull your own shorts up. With that, you open the door and usher him out, the little mouse giving you a strange look. "Thanks for helping me." He mutters, blushing heavily, before he turns and scampers away, giving you a nice look at his tight little butt. [[Leave->Day2PP]]]]

Walking across the field towards the portapottys is the bunny with the striking green eyes whom you raped, then later double penetrated and spitroasted together with his lupine friend with the blue eyes. The rabbit is slightly limping and you quickly catch up to him, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around. His eyes widen in shock and then glaze over as he recognize you from yesterday. (link:"Ask him how many times his friend fucked him yesterday")[You cannot contain yourself and blurt out the first question on your mind, how many times that fat wolf cock got embedded up his tailhole. "Ju-just once, in the portapotty... Johnny got all flustered afterwards and he hardly wanted to talk to me at all!" The bunny says. You leer down at him, the cub might be around your age, but is much skinnier and smaller, and when you step close your shadow obstructs the sun on his face so his bright green eyes aren't narrowed by its glare. (link:"\"Going to the loo?\"")[He blushes as you ask him about his purpose here, and then nods. "Fine. I'll come with you!" He protests meekly, but you can already see his shorts tenting up a little. He knows what's going to happen. [[Take him to a portapotty and fuck the shit out of him->BunPot]]]]

You have circled the tent area two times now, spending a good amount of time checking out the various furs there are trying to see someone you recognize. It is only as you move on one of the bigger grass roads, towards the porta pottys, that you notice someone. It's the bunny you seduced yesterday! The squeaky little fella even got to speedfuck your ass with his little pecker that hammered you like a machine gun. He is walking with a bit of a limp, maybe from you knotting him, maybe because he really has to go, and it is easy to catch up with him. (link:"Call out a \"Hi!\"")[As you get near, you shout out for him, and only as you get pretty close does he turn around with a confused expression on his face, which lightens up as he notices who you are. The rabbit practically barges into you, giving you a big a hug and nuzzling his small head against your chest. You almost blush and caress his long ears, the soft appendages absolutely wondrous to roll through your paws. "Been thinking about you since yesterday." The bunny says, giving you a coy look, and the both of you blush a little as you remember the nice romp. Then he hunches over a little. "I wanted to ask Johnny to help me with those heavy doors, but he has been super wierd since I told him to go when... You know?" You absolutely know, and give the cub a lusty grin. (link:"Ask if he wants your help")[The bunny, Alex, looks a bit squeamish about you helping out, but then you step in and whisper lewd things into his soft bunnyear, and he blushes and just grabs your paw so that you can lead him over. No one gives much attention to two cubs holding paws, especially not so when there is such a size difference as there is between the two of you, with you being almost a head taller, and you make your way unmolested over to the portapotties. [[Open the door for Alex and then head inside after him->BunPort]]]]

You grab his shoulder and sort of steer him towards the portapotties, mindless of the couple of furs that notice your forcefulness. You heave open an unlocked door and usher the bunny inside, and before you lock the door, he is already in the process of pulling down his shorts, presenting his perky little white rump and that stubby tail, which is waggin. His hole is slightly puffy and raw-looking. You imagine the wolf's knot from yesterday did quite the number on him, but here he is again, willing for another romp. (link:"Get undressed and stick your dick in him")[The floor has been recently cleaned and you don't feel bad about taking off your t-shirt and shorts and putting them there. You step forward, your cock angry-red and throbbing, eager to claim your bunny bitch, and he moans out in his squeaky voice as you put the tip at his loosened entrance. Pulling off, harking of some spit for lube, you land the saliva right at his winking pucker, and he flinches from the cold sensation and then trembles as you push forward again, a couple of inches easily spearing the little slut. (link:"Fuck him. Hard and fast")[Grunting, you embed your full length all the way to your knot and then begin powerfucking the bunny, causing the whole structure to rattle as he holds onto the rimseat for dear life as you lay into his backside with all your strength. He whimpers and moans and you begin to smell something akin to manure, and realise your cock is becoming streaked with the brown from his insides. Not someone to be deterred by that, it just causes you to fuck him harder, and his whimpers and moans turn to squeals of pleasure as your knot batters at his pucker again and again, demanding entry, his loosened ring soon opening up and you growl out your pleasure as you sink fully inside, his warm insides snug around your shaft and knot. It takes only a couple of minutes of hard shortthrusting for you to climax and you lean down and bite as his neck, hard enough to taste a little salt, and your little bitch just moans out as you claim him so, painting his insides white while his pristine fur is stained with his own blood. (link:"Pull out")[You lean off, noticing the trickle of blood, and lap at his neck for a little while. "You are mine, bitch!" You inform him, and the rabbit just trembles like the preyslut he is, his sphincter spasming and milking you as your seed pours into him. Then, you pull out roughly, causing him to briefly cry out in true pain, and he collapses on his knees with you semen and his own shit plopping out of his well-used tailhole. (link:"Order him to clean up after himself")[You grab the green-eyed bunny's ears and haul him up and around, mindless of the puddle he might get soiled by, and present your very brown-stained member to his muzzle. "Ewwwwwwwwwww!" The white-furred cub exclaims, nose curling up from the scent. "Suck it!" You command him, winding his ears around your paws like a piece of rope for pulling and his eyes begins to water as you pull his face against the shit-stained cock that was just up his asshole. "That's it!" You exclaim, as he reluctantly opens his mouth, whimpering as you pull at his ears, embedding your member all the way in, including the knot, his rabbit-teeth stimulating the back of your knot as your scrape the shit off his throat and tongue, pulling his ears harshly, your softening member spasming a little from the nice stimulation of it all. Meanwhile, the bunny is gagging, complaining and coughing, his small paws battering at your stomach as you ride his mouth and throat with your softening dick until the point where it pops out, squeaky clean, the cub's complaining muzzle utterly stained brown. You put on your clothes in the cramped conditions of the portapotty and give the mewling bunny one last glare. "See ya later bitch!" One last look down reveals that his own member is soft and glistening and you see the squirts of his own seed both on the wall up to the seat as well as on top of the shit he couldn't hold in. Such a slut! [[Leave->Day2PP]]]]]]

The little rabbit is quick to pull off his shorts down to his shoes and then stands in front of the seat, grabbing the newly cleaned rim of the portapotty, while you turn and lock the door. The whole structure smells like detergent and you don't feel bad at all about undressing and letting your clothes fall to the floor, sinking to your knees as you get behind the cub, Alex squeaking out as your nose makes contact with his little puff of a tail. The white-furred rabbit murrs out as you begin to lick at his tailhole, and a gentle poof is emitted, which causes your whiskers to twitch as you take in the light manure smell of his fart. "Like yesterday?" The bunny asks. (link:"\"Just like yesterday!\"")[You respond an affirmative to his question as he instantly tenses up and his sphincter begins to bulge out as he pushes out his waste. It comes out as one, long, solid snake that forces you back so that can you carussel your head for it to lope around and coil neatly on top of your tongue, a good third of the savory scat sticking out between your lips as his tailhole closes up. You begin to munch on the rabbit's scat, and like yesterday it has quite a mild and vegetarian flavour. Solid bits and bobs are ground between your teeth exploding in sharper notes of celery, red pepper and crunchy cereals, all to be ground up for you to devour. Alex turns around and present his little pecker to you, all stiff and spasming, and you open your soiled muzzle with an "ahhh" hoping for a salty mouthwash. (link:"He pisses into your mouth")[Careful not to let his member touch the turd that is still sticking out of your mouth, the bunny angles his dick and lets loose, potent and bitter cubpiss spraying into your muzzle. Seems like he didn't have his morning piss until now! The taste is //incredibly// sharp, almost causing you to sneeze, but the flavour goes well with the mildness of his scat, a rush of conflicting taste and smell notes that makes your brain light up with raunchy horniness. You cannot help but grasp your erection, pumping it hard as you swallow down gulp after gulp of piss-scat, your tongue burning, your throat feeling the scratching from his diet, your stomach filling up nicely from this succulent fine dine and wine. Unable to stop, beginning to munch roughly with your lips still open in acceptance of Alex's urine, you stroke your cock harder still, groaning and gagging as your stomach begins to distend a little, the volume of the cub's bladder surprising, and you yip out, swaying a little from side to side as foxcum spatters out and impacts the bunny's lower legs and footpaws. Huffing and whining, you continue to drink, munch and swallow, the yellow stream soon dying down, and you keep your mouth open and your throat closed, letting it pool, and then use the liquid to soften the remaining shit which you finish in 5 drawn-out swallows that leave you panting and coughing. (link:"The bunny humps your mouth")["You almost look clean now!" Alex says, presenting his stiffy to you and cramming it in all the way to his crotch. The cub's feriocity takes you by surprise, as he grabs on to your tufted ears and use them for leverage as his hips gyrate with the speed of woodpecker. Your nose and lips feel like they are bruising as he *plapplapplap's* against your face, dick passing between your lips with lightning speed. He is quick to climax, moaning as his jabbing thrusts get haphazard, and you feel a couple of dollops of cubcum depositing on your tongue, which you swallow down with eagerness. Now that he is slowing down, you begin to take a little control, bobbing and weawing, coaxing out another couple of droplets of his immature seed, his length so short you manage to stick your tongue out and lick at his small pouch. The stimulation becomes to much for the rabbit, and he eventually pushes you off, and you lock eyes with his striking green eyes that are half-lidded in post-orgasmic bliss. Without saying a word, the both of you begin to dress up again. You lean in for a kiss, but he's having none of it, shoving you away with a giggle and a mock-disgusted expression on his face. As you open the door for him, he //does// give your package a nice grope. "I'll see you later!" He says, skipping away. [[Leave->Day2PP]]]]]