Play-date

Sinclair was almost giddy, the tall draft horse stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He stepped in front of the steamed up mirror, wiping away some of the water with his hand. A handsome figure stared back at him from the mirror, brown short fur wrapping around his body, a few white spots dotted around. His blond mane hugged the back of his head, still wet from the shower. Being a draft horse, he was very well built, heavy physical labour a normal part of his weekday, well-defined abs peeking out from the towel wrapped around his waist. But what drew most of his attention was the noticeable bulge in the towel, Sinclair's equine cock half-chubbed and occasionally twitching. Today would be a special day, a day he'd been waiting almost a month for. He tried to tamp down his erection, not wanting it to be quite so obvious. He stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air hitting his body, helping with the problem going on downstairs a slight bit at least. He heard his wife shuffling about downstairs, his hooves clopping as he walked down the stairs. There were a few bags laying in wait on the ground next to the apartment door, her finishing up packing the last one. She'd be leaving for the weekend to stay with her family, leaving Sinclair and their son all alone. Well, that's what she thought anyway, he had a few other plans in mind. As soon as she saw him walking down, she gave him a quick kiss on the muzzle, also calling out for Sherman, their son, to come say goodbye to her. Few seconds later, another pair of hooves clambered down the stairs. Sherman had just turned 12, the teen still a fair bit smaller than his father, but he'd grow up nice and big. He also had chocolate-brown fur, though lacking the white spots his father had. His mane was a darker shade, almost black, taking after his mother in that regard. He hugged his mother, her picking up the bags and waving goodbye before stepping out, the two males standing side by side at the door. Soon, the sound of a car starting up and rolling out of the yard rang out, music to Sinclair's ears. He wrapped an arm around Sherman's shoulder, his muscly hand almost knocking the boy out of balance. "Ready for tonight, champ?", he said, a grin on his face. Sherman nodded, turning slightly red at the thought, as well as from the slowly growing bulge on his father's towel. 

Both of the horses waited anxiously for the hours to pass, doing some setup in the meantime. The two cleared the small amount of clutter from the basement, leaving nothing except a concrete floor, a drain in the middle. Perfect for a place to play around in, without needing to do any huge amounts of clean up. A hose snaking in from the backyard, through a window, was all that was necessary for that. They also bought in a few piles of cheap towels, the cold concrete floor isn't necessarily the best surface to relax on, so these would help quite a bit. And clean-up regarding them is just to throw the lot into a garbage back, and heave that into the bin. Finally, the clock struck five in the evening, the agreed-upon meetup time. Not many minutes passed, before there was a knock on the door. Sinclair went up to let the first guests in, behind the door standing a towering figure of a bull, two curved horns crowning his head. He was even taller than Sinclair, even if by just a hair, and he had the muscles to match, his biceps in full view from his t-shirt. Standing in front of the large bull was a substantially smaller one, the six-year old boy's small stubs of horns coming up to his father's belly button. Both had off-white colour fur. The bull's name was Washington, him and Sinclair working together at the same construction site. The two were the ones who first came up with the plan, inviting in the rest of the participants over time. Sinclair ruffled the small bull's hair, inviting them in and directing them to the basement. Sherman shyly introduced himself to the two bulls as well, him feeling the hungry gaze of the two fathers on him. Next arrived Elijah, a gorilla with fur as black as the night. He was a tad shorter than the other two dads, but he made up for it with more than enough muscles to go around. With him was his four-year old son, the little primate happily roaming around the basement as the fathers talked and watched. The final participant to the night's activities was Brook, a younger father than the rest of the bunch. His plus-one to the party was his baby, the infant only about six months old. The whole group was gathered in the basement, most already licking their lips or massaging their cocks through their pants. Brook was the odd man out, him being the latest member of the tight-knit circle of perverts, fathers who enjoyed particularly messy fun with their kids. Tonight was the night that they had all prepared weeks for, they had all agreed to meet up for one big orgy of degeneracy and foulness. They had all made sure to spend a day or two loading themselves up with food, but not releasing the quickly growing pressure in their colon. But this was the night where they could finally relieve themselves, in all meanings of the words. 

The first one to start undressing was Sinclair, pulling the tight shirt off of his top, letting his muscled chest once again breathe. He swiftly also unzipped and threw off his jeans, followed by his underwear, both of them flopping down into a pile in the corner of the room. His equine cock was half-erect, twitching and dripping out a large drop of precum just from the feeling of the whole group watching in anticipation. His enthusiasm triggered a chain reaction, the rest of the dads joining in. Elijah enthusiastically ripped off his clothes, a giant bulge hiding under a leopard thong, his cock pushing it up enough for one of his balls to hang out halfway. He snaps it off, letting out a sigh of relief as his meat flops down. Washington likewise doesn't delay with getting his dick out, two orbs swinging below the impressive rod. The dads turned their gazes at Brook, him being the final one of them to still have anything covering him. The shy ape wasn't quite as used to the pervy stuff as the rest, being about half the age of the oldest father of the group. Washington decided to lend a hand to him, the large bull slowly caressing and massaging the ape's crotch as he slipped a hand under the shirt, ruffling Brook's chest hair before pulling it off. With the helping hand, the ape found his pants getting very tight very suddenly, deciding to finish the job himself, unzipping his pants and rolling them down. The other fathers looked on, rubbing their cocks, as he was left only in his tighty-whities, a small wet spot of precum staining the front. He pulled them down slowly, his cock getting caught in the band before bouncing up and hitting his belly, flinging a drop of precum onto the floor. His package seemingly had the approval of his audience, hearing a few mutterings of "Nice..."

Now that the adults had undressed, it was time to shift the attention to their sons. Sinclair moved behind the blushing Sherman, shoving a hand down the front of the boy's shorts. The two kissed while Sinclair undressed his son, their tongues wrapping and grinding together. The other father's likewise helped their kids take off their clothes, by the end the whole group entirely naked, most of their cocks nice and stiff, stomachs churning and gurgling. The closed room was starting to smell quite musky with all of the guys' bare, Washington getting down on his knees to stick his muzzle into his boy's crotch, taking a long sniff before running his big tongue all across it, taking the balls and the small cock both into his mouth for a few moments. Brook watched close, stroking himself, still too shy to get directly involved. Sinclair noticed this, a grin growing on his face as he whispered into Sherman's ear. Few moments later, the teen stepped up to Brook, taking the ape's cock into his hands. Brook almost jumped at the surprise, too timid to do anything besides just stand there. The horse got on his knees, taking the tip of the cock into his mouth, suckling on it for a few moments before sliding half of it into his mouth. Finally starting to come out of his shell, Brook put his hands on the boy's head, shoving it down a little bit as he let out a moan. Sinclair walked next to Brook, grinning as he put a hand on his shoulder: "Don't blow your load yet, you don't want to ruin your appetite before the main course." As if to punctuate his words, he squatted down slightly, bringing his rear right up to Sherman, letting his gut churn and release a blast of gas, the foal moaning as he inhaled with the cock still in his mouth. He slipped off the ape's length, a small pop carrying around the room as he did so, turning towards his father expectantly. 

It was time to properly begin the festivities, with Sherman and Sinclair taking centre stage first. His father bent over, spreading his cheeks, as he shoved his muzzle as deep into the ass as he could, letting his tongue snake inside the pink hole. Both of them were jacking off, as he felt the asshole relaxing slightly, another fart making its way out. He could feel the warm air gushing into his mouth and all around his muzzle. "Hope you're ready boy, I've been saving this one for a while.", moaned Sinclair, as he pushed. Almost immediately a flood of semi-solid waste spewed out of his father's asshole, half of it flowing down his throat while the other half spilled down his front, coating his chest and cock with the waste. He could feel the foul mess piling up in his throat, his stomach almost bulging after close to a full minute of continuous stream. He swallowed as much as he could, his tongue still buried in the hole. The other fathers were spectating with enthusiasm, grunting and stroking themselves as they enjoyed their front seat spots. Sinclair dumped almost a week's worth of scat into his son's mouth, the crackling only stopping for a second here and there as another pocket of gas escaped, spraying the faeces all around with it. A few moments later, he was finally feeling like the unending torrent was coming to a close, letting out few last squirts before finishing it off with an impressive blast of gas, the fart lasting close to ten seconds. He turned around to admire his handiwork, as Sherman swallowed the last load with an audible gulp, still licking his lips and hands. Sinclair shoved his cock into the still-dirty muzzle, giving it a few humps before blowing his load, a few drips of cum spilling out from the sides of the boy's mouth. He pulled out while still unloading, aiming his cock squarely at his son's face, a few white streaks now decorating him. Sherman was eager to get off as well, nuzzling his dirty nose under his dad's cock as he jacked off, few seconds later moaning as he reached his boiling point, the pile of shit on the floor gaining a topping of sperm. The two were spent, huffing and puffing as they sat down, embracing in one more kiss, the boy's muzzle leaving a stain on his father's. 

As Brook enjoyed the view of the two horses enjoying their afterglow, he felt a pair of hands wrapping around his leg, looking down to see Elijah's son. Elijah grinned as he watched Brook blush, taking his kid and laying him down on all fours on one of the towels. The kid's stomach gurgled as he laughed and wiggled his ass in the air. Elijah pushed Brook closer to his son, "Go on big guy, he's waiting for you." Brook swallowed nervously as he knelt down behind the small gorilla, spreading his asscheeks with one hand while giving his shaft a few strokes with the other. The boy grunted, a foul smell assaulting the ape as a few drops of shit splattered down onto the ground. He stuck his cock under the expanding pink bud, collecting a dollop of shit on it, smearing it across his length. He took one final breath, before slowly sinking his cock in the asshole, taking it slow to make sure the kid was alright. As he pushed deeper, he could feel his cock smearing through logs of shit, dribbles of it escaping from the ass as he continued. Eventually he almost bottomed out, before starting to pull back again. Halfway in, he started thrusting in and out, gliding easily with the copious amounts of impromptu lubrication. He could feel the shit being churned in the kid's colon as he plunged the depths, the ass clenching down and milking his cock every now and then. He reached down to play with the moaning kid's cock, finding it stiff as he wrapped his fingers around it, jacking it off in rhythm with his thrusts. He could feel the pressure building, both in the asshole as more and more of the mess squished and packed up, and in his balls as his orgasm was quickly building up. The kid below him made a high-pitched squeak as he felt the cock in his fingers twitching. Suddenly, the asshole clenched and contracted around his member, massaging him as he pushed in as deep as he could possibly push. He ground his teeth and grunted as this was the final push to take him over the edge, feeling the first rope of cum shoot right in the middle of a giant load of shit. It was swiftly followed by several more shots of the ape's sticky seed, the kid enjoying the feeling of getting filled while riding his dry orgasm. Few moments later, Brook was spent, having emptied his sack in the little boy. He slowly pulled out, the crowd gathering closer to witness the money shot. As soon as his tip unblocked the hole, a wave of rancid mud poured out, mashed and mixed up with a good load of cum. Brook just about fell over, his legs shaking from the experience. He sat down to catch his breath, the gorilla cuddling up to join him, still leaking from his hole. 

Washington's cock was dripping a steady stream of precum, having thoroughly enjoyed the two shows. But now it was his turn, and the giant bull was eyeing up the little baby. He walked up to the tiny ape, picking him up and lightly bouncing him around, causing the baby to giggle and laugh. He lied down, setting the baby on top of him, right above his cock. A few encouraging words and some light massaging on the baby's stomach, and he felt a squirt of shit splashing on him, covering his pulsing bull cock with a thick layer. He moaned at the feel of it, reaching down to furiously jack off, his fur getting splashed with stray globs of the brown fudge as his cock twitched and jerked. The baby was far from finished however, his face scrunching up as he pushed, another wave of diarrhea covering the bull. Washington aimed his tip to be right at the baby's entrance, the mess pushing all across it, squishing between it and his hand. The bull was moaning and grunting, precum quickly mixing with the shit smeared all across his shaft and crotch. Few seconds later, he felt something new splashing all across his crotch, something equally warm: the baby decided to let loose with more than just his scat, his little dick twitching slightly as a stream of piss shot out of it, trickling down the bull's thighs and mixing with the mess on the floor, creating a brown puddle slowly trickling down the drain. The added heat and wetness brought the bull to his finish line, throwing his head back and letting out a yell as his cock started pumping out baby batter. The first few loads shot out at such a pressure that they landed on the bull's muzzle and chest, the rest of it landing on his crotch and on the baby's back. He lied back, licking a streak of his own cum from his muzzle. The baby apparently enjoyed being bounced on Washington's stomach, giggling and babbling as the bull lifted him to lay on the blanket, ruffling his hair. 

The only two people yet to get their rocks off were Elijah and the bull's son, the two eyeing each other up, both slowly massaging their cocks. The gorilla lied down, beaconing the kid to come over, "I wanna shower in the filth with you, boy!"He also gave a knowing look to the other fathers and Sherman, knowing they still had their goodness saved up and ready to go. The bull kid scampered up to the man, straddling him so that their cocks lined up together. Elijah let out a sigh of relief as his asshole flare up, a wet fart preceding a huge log of shit, almost the size of a tree branch. The kid likewise let loose, his scat adding to the growing pile below them, a few dollops landing on Elijah's balls. He started humping against the gorilla, their two cocks grinding together as they both moaned in relief. Simultaneously, Washington, Brook, and Sherman had all gathered around the swaying pair, each squatting down and aiming their filled to the brim holes at their targets. Washington was the first to let loose, the brash bull not having any stage fright issues. Plus, he was more than familiar with marking his boy with filth already. The filth flew out like a blast from a shotgun, the gas having built up in him enough to propel the almost liquid shit all over the frotting pair. Chunks of faeces splattered across the two, as they locked in a kiss, moaning into each other's mouths, their cocks leaking precum, matting both of their stomach's. Eventually Brook and Sherman both were able to relax as well, letting their streams of mud join in with Washington's, the pair at the floor almost entirely covered by this point, still rubbing their lengths together as they frenched. The three guys supplying the slimy mess were able to last for almost five minutes, Elijah reaching down to wrap both of their cocks in one hand and stroke. As the waterfall was coming to an end, the small bull bucked and shot his load onto Elijah's dick, the gorilla smiling and surprised to see that the six year old was able to actually cum. He continued jacking and grinding, drawing grunts and moans from the overstimulated kid with each stroke, until he also felt his balls starting to pump, his cock twitching with every rope of sticky cum he shot sandwiched between the two. They were both absolutely covered in shit, from head to toe, squelching and slopping as they hugged and cuddled on the ground. 

The pair on the ground weren't the only dirty ones, that's for sure. In fact, basically every single square inch of the basement's floor was covered in a slimy coating of faeces, a good amount of it on the walls as well. Hell, even the ceiling had a few drops, though no one could really tell how exactly those had ended there. No matter what, the whole group was truly satisfied, drained of shit and cum both. The air of lust and degeneracy started to recede slightly, as the whole group got together in one big pile to cuddle and kiss, ensuring that no patch of fur would be left without a brown coating on it. As the sun started to drop below the horizon, they all started to come out of their stupor, clambering back up on their feet, making sure not to slip on the piles and puddles. Now was left the most challenging part: clean-up. Sinclair grabbed the hose he had set up earlier on, and started hosing everyone down, himself included. After passing a bottle of soap around, and a few more sessions of hosing, the fathers and sons were at least somewhat clean, though most still had a bit of a musky smell about them if one were to really stuff their nose into the fur. But that was good enough, at least until they could all get home and have a nice, proper shower. The basement itself also needed a good scrub, accomplished simply by pouring a load of soap and water around, then scouring the whole floor with a brush. Sinclair made sure to crack a window, hoping that letting the basement air out would eliminate the rest of the lingering smells. Finally done with the job, the whole group gathered upstairs, all wrapped up in towels, still wet from their cleaning. They sat around, relaxing and joking as they dried, already setting up and planning their next play date. Eventually, as the day turned to night, the father and son pairs started heading home one by one, Sinclair and Sherman finally the last ones in the house. They slouched down on the couch, next to each other, the boy cuddling up to his father. As his eyelids started to feel heavy, he could feel his dad's steady breath and heartbeat, a smile on his face.