M/F Anthro Farts Watersports Slobber Drool Burps Snot Tongue-bath Foot-Worship Musk Sweat

TRASH PUNCH

“Holy shit. You got a ticket to Trash Punch for me!?! Thanks Tom.” Sam clasped the ticket to his chest, bouncing on his feet, fluffy tail wagging excitedly. 

“No problem man, you hadn’t shut up about them since you found their music… figured it was the least I could do. After ya helped me move, those, what. Four times?” The kangaroo man counts his fingers as he thinks.

Sam smiled, “Heh… yeah. Still man, thanks.” The anthro dog looks down at the ticket once again, “What is that at the bottom? In the shitty handwriting?”

“Oh, I pulled some strings at the bar, you can go 'back stage' to meet em too.” Tom putting up his fingers in quotes, “I mean, its shitty bar, there really isn't much of a back stage... but still, ya know.” He shrugged. 

Trash Punch was an all girl rock band, up and coming in the underground scene. They were kinda known for their raunchy stage antics especially during the final song, last time the bassist throat fucked a dude until he puked, then kept going.

Their line up consisted of the vocalist, a skunk girl named Miasma, the lead guitarist a raccoon girl named Snot, the bassist a hyena girl named Spit, and the drummer a bear girl named Crud. All stage names of course, though Snot was very apt.

The night of the show rolled around. And Sam was up front and center, thrashing and jumping along with the high energy band. They had been going for hours on stage, their clothes and fur thoroughly soaked with sweat, spit and in the case of the lead guitarist, snot. 

The stage lights shut off leaving only the dim neon to illuminate the venue. Then the opening riff of their closing song ‘Sacrificial Lamb’ belted out in the darkness. Sam shouted along with the rest of the crowd as the lights brightened and the vocals started coming in.

As the guitar solo came to a crescendo two rough hands snagged and tossed him on stage. He catches a vague glimpse of Tom smirking face as he is passed onto the raised platform. The four girls made some quick but silent hand gestures between notes. Sam wobbled to his feet, just in time to catch a heavy booted foot in his back, sending him reeling towards Snot.

The raccoon girl slung the guitar to her back and caught him. She broke his momentum with a quick spin. Snot hooked her thumb into his jaw as she pulled him down to her level. Her namesake dripping from flared nostrils she smiled wide, almost predatorily, as her other hand reached up to press against the side of her nose. She takes a deep breath before snorting, and repeating for the other nostril. Shooting two yellowish green foamy snot rockets into his open mouth, the slimy slugs of nose goop sliding into the back of his throat before he could react. And the crowd went wild.

*SNRTTTT* *SNRPT*

As the two cloying droplets of goop slid their way down his throat he felt his bile rising, his body rebelling against the gooey intrusion. While he is still too stunned to react, Snot pulls him close, pressing her mucus covered lips to his, slipping her tongue into his mouth during the kiss. The slippery appendage laden with more of her gooey namesake.

*HURK* 

Snot kicks him away, breaking the kiss and spinning her guitar back around to rejoin the song. He staggers, spinning across the stage before another kick to the back of his knees knocks him to the ground. The dog boy blinks up at the bright lights of the stage, as they are blocked out by Miasma’s silhouette. She straddles him, unzipping her tight leather pants and squats down over his dazed head. 

*Pssssssstttttttttttt*

The scent of womanly arousal and sweat filled his nose before it was washed out under the deluge of hot salty skunk piss. His mind whirling as it tries to process what just happened, conflicting signals overriding all sense of self as blood rushes towards his crotch. Finally he surrenders, opening wide to drink down Miasma’s hot briny urine. His hearing blocked by furry black thighs, eyes fixed on the barely visible pulsing pink ring of her tailhole. He swallows, gulping down her piss like a thirsty man in a desert, and licking her clean as the song comes to an end.

She stands, pulling up her pants and blowing him a kiss before striding off stage. Leaving him laying there, stunned, aroused, body unable or unwilling to move. That is until Tom comes up on stage, towering over his prone form and blocking the bright stage lights.

“Great show man. You alive?” He drops a bar towel on the Sam when he starts to move. “Oh by the way, everyone can see your boner. Anyway, come on it’s backstage time.” Tom reaches down to offer him a hand, then direct him towards the green room and the waiting band.

“Heeeey! Its you!” Miasma greets him as he is unceremoniously shoved inside.

“Oh… uh hi.” Sam responds lamely, peering around at the girls as they unwound from the show. Hands clasping the sodden bar towel in front of his still swollen groin. 

Miasma waves at him from the sunken couch cushions, beer in hand, boots resting on the dirty coffee table. Her sweat damp croptop clinging to modest breasts, nipples poking out prominently.

Snot is in a corner, carefully inspecting her guitar. Her short skirt riding up and over-sized tee draping off her small form as she bends over to stow it. 

Crud, her hefty form slumped in a lone recliner, sips loudly from the remains of a milkshake, a second already waiting to go. 

Spit, tall and thin, all hard edges and angles. lounged on a tall stool in front of the lone mirror, beer bottle tipped to her maw.

“Come in… Sorry, not sorry about earlier. Gotta give the fans what they want, right?” Miasma’s gaze drifts down to his crotch. “I noticed you didn’t seem to mind, anyway.” She says, tossing him a wink then guzzling down the rest of her beer.

Sam blushes, looking down at his feet as he kicks at the floor. “Oh, uh... it's...”

“Shy? Aww, cute. Not bad to look at either. And packin a little somethin from what you showed on stage.” Spit commented. “I mean, Snot took a liking to you from the go, man. Usually she abstains from the vote.” She smiles toothily at him, then tosses an annoyed look at Crud’s loud slurping as she reaches the bottom of her milkshake. “Pretty sure that one’s dead, wait… ain’t you lactose intolerant or somethin?”

“Yeah. And?” Crud retorts, “Not your body, not your problem.”

“We all ride in the same bus Crud, you know there’s only one bathroom.” Miasma responds

“Guess I’ll have to get it all out early then… or maybe we can find a spare.” Crud winks at Sam.

Snot grabs him by the shoulder, pulling him to face her. She’d be cute if it weren’t for the twin waterfalls of her namesake pouring from her black button nose. She offers him a shy smile and blushes as his eyes meet hers, turning her ears a shade of pink.

“Awwww.” The other three pipe up in mock singsong.

Her demeanor is totally different from on stage, she pulls him to a corner while the rest start arguing. “Hi!” Her voice is slightly squeaky, though mucus heavy, “Snot… though you probably already knew that.” Giggling nervously, unsure of herself now that the stage lights were off. “Sorry about uh…” Waving vaguely at her face, “Sinus infection, when I was young, doctors say it’ll always be like this and uh, you know, for earlier.” her fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her long shirt.

“Oh… um, sorry to hear about your nose. I’m Sam, uh… you’re different off stage.”

“OOOOHHHHH SNOTS GOT A BOYFRIEND!” the three other band mates cheer mockingly.

Her ears turn bright red and he turns in alarm. “We gotta take him for a test drive before we approve, don’t we?” Miasma says, standing and approaching, “Well, guess we already know you can drink piss, how about the rest of it humm?” She leans against him rubbing her ass against his hip, “Grab him Crud, to the bus. Don’t wanna make more of a mess in here.” Her hand waving in a circle as she strides off.

Unceremoniously, Sam is hoisted by the large bear lady and carried to their bus. Still reeling as he was stripped and tossed into the bed.

“Me first!” Crud calls, her hands clasped eagerly as she slid next to him. She throws one arm  around his neck and nods at the damp pit beneath. “Get in there pup, and no touching yourself. We’re savin that for Snot.”

Seeing no other, option he obliges, rolling to bury his nose into her armpit. He sniffs sweat damp fur, his lips parting to huff the briny, sour stench. His gaze meets hers as she smiles encouragingly. And reluctantly his tongue slides into the moist pit. He sucks the grit, salt and grime from Crud's wet fur. As her scent invades his lungs and sinuses he pants needfully between each swallow. He returns for more, again and again, each time with increasing eagerness, before eventually crossing to the other arm pit to give it the same treatment.

“Mmmmm.” She relaxes into his tongue bath, her arms lifting to drape over her head, giving him better access to suck and lick the sweat. “You’re good at this… I might have to keep you for myself.” She arches into his questing maw.  His tongue slides through curly fur to the damp flesh beneath, again sucking the sweat from her pit hair until her second pit is clean. He whimpers as she grabs his chin, searching Sam’s lust clouded eyes with her big brown ones. “Under here now.” She lifts one of her hefty breasts.

He swallows and sniffs at the new source of her stink, his eyes rolling back into his skull in pleasure before wedging his nose into the rank crack. Sam lays a tender kiss then licks into the fleshy crease. His mouth searching, rooting for more of her briny sour sweat. His muzzle tracks up, licking over her ariolas, and taking her pert nipple into his mouth. He gently sucks and nibbles on the tender bud, before dropping to repeat the process on her other breast. 

Crud gasps as he teases her sensitive nipple, her hips rotating as fresh arousal washes her groin. She bites her lips and presses one wide paw onto the back of his head, pushing him deeper under her breasts. “Mmmf, fuuuck...” Her other paw slides down to her groin, digits spreading the lips of her wet pussy and sliding inside.

Sam's lips run along the underside of her tit, kissing the crease where it meets her chest. His tongue sliding along the fold, wiping the vinegary sweat embedded there. He whimpers needily as he humps the air, his dick hard and throbbing with the pulse of his heart, dripping dollops of precum onto the bed. He pulls back from under those ursine breasts, looking to the woman for further instruction.

She arches an eyebrow and nods down to her legs, “Down there boy.” She lifts one leg in indication, toes spread, “Been wearin’ those boots all day. Get to it, pup.” 

Sam scrambles down, his hands sliding under her calf and lifting the sweat damp footpaw to his nose. He sniffs at the pungent musk embedded under the joints of her toes. Eyes rolling as his groin throbs, then gets right to work, slick tongue lapping up grimy, gritty foot-pads. The pink muscle worming between toes, digging dead skin and dirt from the joints. 

She groans as his mouth bathes her footpads, her toes spreading and rolling to give him better access. “Ahh, you’re fuckin eager. Shit... you're really good at that pup.”

One by one her toes are put into his maw. His lips pursing around her claws, dexterous tongue sliding along underneath keratin and around each digit. The canine boy whimpering as he dutifully cleans her footpaws. His hands gently massaging her calves, his nails scratching at her flesh his eyes roaming up her body to meet hers.

She moans, fingers furiously plunging her sodden slit. Her toes spread and roll in his mouth claws scraping along his tongue. Crud brings one of her breasts up to her mouth to suck on the nipple as she fingers herself to orgasm, her body convulsing as it rockets up her spine. 
Crud pushes Sam away with her other foot, panting, sprawled on the bed, limp. Her eyes wander to the eager dog boy. “Fuuuuck... You get a pass from me.” She pants, and looks to the door in annoyance as someone knocks. “Fuck off, gimme a minute here!” Then she struggles to roll out of the bed, coming to her feet just in time to come face to face with Spit.

“Fuck, why does your breath smell more like a horses ass?” Crud wrinkles her nose and glares daggers at the Hyena.
“Remember the bouncer?” Spit cocks her head to the side poking her tongue out at the bear
“The clydesdale?” Crud slips her arms into a robe she pulled off a hook.
“Yeah. Lets just say I had some fun with him... too bad he didn't return the favor.” Spit frowns and looks over at Sam, “Sounded like Snot's guy should be able to take care of that problem.”
“That’s where you went… slut.” Crud, shakes her head and waits for Spit to vacate the doorway. “Whatever, is that cake still in the fridge?”  

The hyena lady slips past the large bear woman, sticking her tongue out to mock her as she does. “You’re just jealous you didn’t get to him first. Anyway lets see if new boy can finish me off.” She shuts the door then strips out of her tight leather pants and shirt. The room filling with the heady stink of sweat and womanly arousal. Her dark brown pseudo-penis already bulging from black spotted groin. The shaft wet and shimmering as she advances and pushes him back onto the bed. 

Her face plastered with a predatory smile, baring yellowish-brown spiked teeth as she straddles Sam. Her hips roll as she grinds her thick clit into his groin and sits up. She pauses all movement, considering her options as she looks over his stunned form. “Kiss me.” Her fingers gripp his chest fur and pull him up to her face. She releases a foul belch as his nose comes in line with hers, sending foamy flecks of tartar, mucus and who knows what else to shower his face all while the vile stench of bile and halitosis slam into his sinuses. 

*URRRRPPPP*

She violently crams her lips to his in the wake of the rancid burp. Her tongue slipping into his mouth as he gags.

Something about it sends blood rushing to his groin, arousal washing his mind even as disgust wracks his stomach. Sam fights not to gag he presses his lips against hers, tongue worming out into the hyena’s maw, tasting her breath directly does nothing to improve the flavor. 

*Urrrrp*

Another wave of almost visibly greenish yellow breath stench crashes into his tonsils full force. He recoils, pulling his tongue from her maw, mouth hanging open as he gags. She gives a rattling snort, audibly pulling snot from somewhere deep in her sinuses. Spit takes a moment to rolling the collected mucous, into a gooey ball inside her mouth, just before hocking it into his open throat. 

*Snrrrrk* *Ptooo*

Panting through strong hands wrapped around his throat, mouth held wide by thumbs on his cheeks. Her lips again sealed against his, sucking his tongue into her mouth, wrestling it against the pointed off-color pillars within. Her dexterous tongue forcing his to dig into the cracks and crevasses of her gums, tasting every bit of embedded gunk.

Looming over him, drooling into his throat even as she grinds herself against his naked body. Her tongue wrapped around his, slimy pink appendages slowly rolling betwixt wet red maws. She breaks the kiss, panting heavy, wet breaths their lips connected by a thin gossamer strand of shimmery drool as her eyes search his. 
*urrrrrrP*

She looks him over, eyes roaming along his body, taking a moment to wipe the wet drool from her chin fur. She rolls off to the side and smirks, “I’d say sorry… but..” One long, clawed finger wipes a pearl of pre-cum from his hard cock. She holds it up to her eyes, inspecting the the white tinged slime on her fingertip before she playfully shoves it into her mouth to suck it off. Her gaze shooting back to meet his eyes, as she pulls the clean digit from her mouth, “looks like you’re enjoying it. And,” She cocks her head, offering a sly smile, “it’d be a lie.”

He swallows dryly, his taste-buds still coming to terms with the vile slobber Spit’s kiss smeared over them. His gaze roams her muscled body as his mind wars between disgust and arousal.

Spit spreads her legs, one hand gently massaging her large hard clit. The other fondling one of her small breasts, pinching her erect nipple between her digits. She smiles at him again, displaying those intimidating pointed teeth. “Come-on.”  

*URRRRRPPPP* 

She belches out another wave of rancid breath into his face, before cramming her lips to his. Her slobbery tongue drilling urgently into his maw. She breaks the kiss, bodily shoving him down towards her crotch as she swallows, “Fuuuuuck that’s nasty… Your reward, pup.” Her hips arching and spreading to allow him better access.
 
Sam ducks down, shoving his muzzle betwixt her thighs. His lips parted as he snorts the built up salty sweat and acrid grime from the show. His tongue sliding out to licking, the briny musk from between her thighs. The dexterous muscle pulling her crotch fur so he can suck and swallow down the filth collected therein.  He shifts down further, her glistening pseudo-penis resting on top of his muzzle as his tongue slips down, between her taught butt cheeks. Its tip touching her clenched pucker tasting the bitter gritty flecks embedded in the creases of her asshole. 

He moans as his lips trace up her taint and slide into her slick, needy vag. His brain wrapped in the scent of her arousal, neglected cock hard as diamonds as he burrows eagerly into her pussy.

Spit grinds herself onto his face, rubbing slick excitement into his nose. “Mmm, good boy. Riiiight there.” One hand pinching stiffening nipple, the other reaching down to caress her own engorged clit. Thrusting herself down onto his face to encourage him to get deeper inside. “Mfff. Fuck, deeper. Oh yes! Don't fuckin... AHHhhhhh!” She cums, spraying his face with jets of watery femspunk, panting hard before shoving him away from her sensitive quim. “Ugh… fuck… I needed that.” 

“Wait Mia!” Crud's voice rings out, muffled by a mouthful of food.
“Nope, gotta go now.” Miasma

“Me next!” Miasma pushes through the door, not waiting to be acknowledged. The skunkette approaches the limp form of Spit, pressing her lips against the hyena woman's. Her tongue dipping past the bassists sharp yellow teeth as they exchange spit. Mia backs off from playing tonsil hockey with Spit, “ Mmm, He did a good job on your teeth. I can't remember the last time they were that clean.” She looks over her shoulder towards Sam, “Really, good job!” giving him a thumbs ups. 

Spit stares longingly at Miasma, her lips pursing in remembrance of the kiss, her eyes yearning for more. The movement of Mia's thumbs up breaks her out of the trance, she shakes her head free of cobwebs. “Yeah, uh yeah… good job pup.” She rolls out of the bed and pushes past the skunk woman to grab some clothes before heading for the door. Spits tough demeanor returns, as her hand hits the knob, “If my date goes well, and you’re still here. How’s about you give me a clean out, hmmm?” The hyena woman arches an eyebrow back at Sam as she asks, then blows him a kiss and steps out.

Distracted, Sam misses Miasma removing her clothes. Only when he is shoved over does he realize she’s naked. “Wha?” his words cut off by her hand on his mouth.  

“Shush, I’ve got something you need to do with that mouth.” Taking little time to plant her pucker over his maw and bear down.
 
*Fffffffffffttttttttttttttppppppppptttttt*

The hot quaking wind spraying his taste buds with bits of intestinal grease before he can even react. He swallows the slimy pebbles, then slips his tongue out to press against her tenting starfish, eager for more of her colonic jelly.

*Braaaaappppttttt*

“Ohhhh, yeah. Damn that feels good to let out… Oh, you already know what to do eh?” Mia speaks from somewhere above him. Her rumbling stomach readying to supply more gas to her canine throne. Long thin fingers working into her already dripping sex as she bears down on him again.

*Praaaaaapppppttttttttt*

Heavy nuts roiling in need, aching cock harder than he thought possible. Practically pissing precum with each quaking blast of flatulence from the seated skunkette. Sam’s brain shut off, letting him just experience all the various sensations as his mouth and tongue go to work. Long wet licks applied to gasping tailhole between bouts of intestinal trumpeting. Deep, gentle kisses laid onto her vile shitring.

*Bwoooorrrrppppttt* *Braaaaaappppttt* *Pffffftttt*

Moaning in pleasure as her seemingly un-endless bout of gas sends shivers through her groin. Each almost visibly brown vibratory expulsion, edging her closer and closer to relief. Though it seems like two bubbles form in her gut for each one blasted down Sam’s willing throat. Her long fingers slipping between puffy mons, spreading slick labia. “Mmmmmf, damn boy.” Her eyes fixated on his pulsing cock. “Sucking my farts makes you that hard? Fuck...” 

*BWAAAAAPPPPPP*

“Oooh… that felt good.” 

*PFFFFTTTTTT*

“Mmmf… oooh, this feels like a big one.” 

*BWOOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT*

Breathing in the rancid gas from her fluttering asshole. Arms wrapped around her soft, buttery thighs. Tongue buried into that foul flatulent tailhole, Sam’s world was stink, and he loved it. The next few minutes were filled with the sound of her intestinal tuba, punctuated by eager slurps of his tongue. 

Mia shifts herself backward, presenting her wet pussy to his defiled maw, not bothering to line up before unleashing her bladder once again onto the prone mutts face. “Ahhhhh.”

Unprepared for the hot, briny piss, Sam’s eyes watered as it invaded his nostrils, the salt blowing out his sinuses before leaking down the back of his throat. He struggles to get his mouth under the spattering flow, and keep it from his eyes as is pours down his muzzle. Sam lets her foul smelling nectar fill his mouth, eyes glassy with lust as it overflows his cheeks and runs down his neck before gulping it into his thirsty stomach. 

The skunk moans in relief as her belly visibly deflates. Her fingers idly playing with her clit within the golden stream, the sounds of Sam drinking her piss turning her on more than before. Her eyes alight on his hard cock as he thrusts up into nothing, twinkling with mischief. She leans over, laying a tender kiss on the pre-spewing glans of his canine cock. Her tongue slipping out to lick at the salty, pearly liquid welling from his upright shaft, letting the silky precum coat her tongue before she swallows it, then goes back for more. 

Sam eagerly humps against her soft wet tongue, straining his body to get more stimulation onto his hard cock as he licks the last few drips of briny piss from the lips of her silky cunt. His body controlled by lust, mind lost somewhere in the depravity.

Mia sits up, reluctantly pulling away from his bouncing dick, her fingers dipping into her sex as his tongue shifts back to her flatulent asshole. Biting her lip as she feels the soft, dense muscle press into her taught sphincter. One hand flicking her hard rubbery clit, as her other squeezes a breast, pinching her pert nipple between long fingers. 

Sam drills his tongue deeper into her pussy in search of more skunk piss. His hands wrapped around her thighs, fingers sinking into fur and fat. He pulls her down onto his muzzle, wedging apart her cunt as he fucks his nose into her.

She moans and rolls her hips, humping his muzzle inside her pussy. Her hands grasping her breasts, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh. Mia bites her lip as her body quakes in orgasmic bliss. “Mffff, FuuuuuuuUUUUCK...“ The skunk girl cums, her pussy clenching around his muzzle as she squirts over his face.

*SQUELCH*

Snot peeks in through the doorway, her eyes drawn to the pair on the bed. Her hand slips into her groin as she watches, pressing against her the burgeoning wetness between her thighs. She bites her bottom lip as her fingers rub at her pussy through her panties. 

“Get in there!” Crud pushes the raccoon girl through the door. She stumbles to a stop, her hands braced on either side of Sams legs, his jutting cock bouncing off her nose. The head of his dick is smeared with her namesake, as she pulls away. Trailing strands of gooey greenish yellow slime connecting her nose to Sam's pulsing dick. 

Miasma pulls herself off of Sam's soaked face, her body shaking in aftershocks of her orgasm. She slumps to the bed beside him. Her heavily lidded eyes turned to the blue dogs muzzle, she lays a tender kiss on his slack jaws. “Poor boy, your tongue must be tired...” Her hand traces down his chest as she turns her gaze towards Snot. “Go on. He's earned it.”

Sam pants, taking heavy gulps of 'fresh' air. His jaw, and tongue aching, his eyes wide, staring up at nothing.

Snot wraps a paw around his cock, then lays a soft kiss on the head, sucking her own mucus from the tip. She licks, her tongue sliding over and prodding into his cumslit. Her other hand drives down to her needy cunt, pushing down her skirt and panties. Her fingers slip against her wet pussy, spreading her lower lips and circling the sensitive nub of her clit. Her snotty nose leaks twin trails of  nasal slime down his shaft as she wraps her lips around the tip. Her hand collects the oozing snot, lubing his shaft as she masturbates him into her mouth.

Miasma watches approvingly, scooting down the bed her eyes shining, tracking snots long fingers as they slide up and down Sam's hard dick.  

Sam moans thrusting up against Snot's palm and mouth, his hands gripping the tangled sheets of the bed. His cock throbs and nuts tighten, his orgasm reaching the peak after all the teasing from. 

Snot's eyes shoot open as Sam's thick creamy cum explodes in her mouth bulging her cheeks before she swallows it down. She moans and sucks harder on the tip, drinking down the heavy load of cum.

Miasma smiles as some of Sam's cum leaks from Snots maw. She reaches out to swipe some of the leaking fluid from the raccoons lip. She takes a moment to admire it glistening on the tip of her finger before the skunk licks it off. 
Sam's eyes flutter as his orgasm continues, electric pleasure shooting up his spine and wrapping his brain. Waves of ecstasy careening through his skull, echoing off the edges and rippling through his mind.

Snot pulls her lips from around his shaft, letting his cum paint her muzzle and face. She pants as his seed drips down her forehead and off her nose. The raccoon girl lays a tender kiss on the head of his penis, then drops down to his nuts, kissing the loose furry sack, she licks at his heaving balls as cum leaks onto her head, then licks up his shaft to take the last few dribbles into her mouth again.

Miasma grins, “Whoa. Fuck. That was a big load.” She looks over her shoulder up towards Sam, “Good boy. I do hope you're up for another few rounds.” She says with a wink, before turning back towards Snot, she shifts up to her elbows cocking her head at the raccoon girl.

Snot licks cum and mucus from her lips, glassy eyes meeting Miasma's. Quickly she strips, and climbs into the bed, cuddling up next to Sam's prone form. She presses her lips to his cheek as she strokes his heaving chest. Her fingers sliding through his fur to gently caress his flagging cock. She lays another gentle kiss on his cheek as reality comes back to him.

Sam blinks, turning his head, lips meeting Snot's. He rolls over, putting his arms around her and pulling her close as their tongues wrestle between each others maw. He grinds his groin against her, his cock stirring back to life.

The pair roll over, Snot ending up on top, her legs straddling Sam's groin. She leans back, pulling his paws up to caress her breasts, directing his fingers to caress her nipples as she lines her dripping pussy up with his stiffening shaft. 

“Fuckin Spit's tied up the bathroom with that roo guy. Snot, you're up, and you pup... guess you'd better be fuckin ready.” Crud climbs up on the bed, her furry ass pointed at the raccoon girl, her tail hiked as she squats down. The ursine grunts, her asshole blossoming open from the furry depths of her cheeks. 

*BRAAAAPPPPTTTTTTFFFSSSSPPPPPTTTT*

Snot gasps, her eyes locking on Crud's rosebud just in time to catch a face full of her intestinal spray. Her hands wrap the bears thighs and she pulls herself into that furry flatulent crevasse. Snots lips kiss Crud's bulging pucker, moaning as it kisses her back. She rolls her hips, pelvis rocking on Sam's hard dick as her tongue presses flat against the bears pulsing tailhole. 

Sam's eyes bulge and water as Crud grabs his headfur, pulling him roughly up into her crotch. “Comeon, get in there.” Her voice slightly muffled by the ursine's thick paws around his head. His nose is squashed into her cunt, his jaw parted as he is shoved in. His tongue writhes as he tastes her slick pussy juices just before her bladder releases, filling his throat with foamy piss.

Crud sighs in relief, feeling her asshole massaged by Snot's soft tongue and the knot of her bladder deflating into Sam's mouth. “Mfff. Fuck, eager shits.” she rolls her hips humping between their mouths for a moment as she relishes their attention. Her leg hitches as she grimaces “Urgh...” Feeling her asshole crown around the rounded end of a turd.

Snot feels the radiant warmth of that greasy turd before she tastes the slimy oils coating it sliding between her lips. She pants needfully as its pebbly exterior barges past her teeth, her saliva melting the slick coating and exposing her taste-buds to the semi-sweet gritty log beneath. Her pussy clenches around Sam's cock as Crud's shit lodges into her throat. 

Miasma mentally shrugs, before climbing back onto the bed, wrapping herself around Sam's back. The skunkett leans forward, squishing her breasts against him as she leans over his shoulder. Her eyes sparkling as she watches him gulp down Crud's foamy stream. Huskily she whispers in his ear, “Such a good boy.” One finger tracing his jaw, swiping through the piss leaking from his mouth before putting it into her mouth to taste it herself.

Crud grunts, hitching her leg as her turd keeps coming, the sheer girth and length pushing Snot's face from between her cheeks as its expelled. She shifts forward, her bladders release slowing to a trickle, her paws reaching back to spread her cheeks, as the dark brown log turns lighter in color. Her asshole slowly closing around then cutting off the softer shit. She pants, and hitches a leg, her asshole winking, before a cable of hot loosening shit slops out onto Snots chest, draping over her shoulders.
BRAAAAPPPPTTTT

Snot is in heaven, her mouth full of a thick pungeant pillar of bear shit that sticks out between her lips like a cartoonishly large cigar. Her hands reach up to clasp against the sloppy cable draping her neck like a Hawaiian ley, squishing it against her collar and smearing it down her chest, into her breasts and over her stomach as ever more pours out of Crud's full guts. Her pussy clenches as her fingers paint her groin, smearing the claylike shit onto her clit and the base of Sam's dick. The raccoon girl bites through the thick log, the rest falling between her and the dog boy with a heavy thud. Chewing up the dense gritty filth, as more softer, almost liquid filth spatters her face and body.  

FRRRRPPPTTTTTTT

“Pheewww, fuckin hell Crud.” Spit walks back in, waving a hand in front of her face, as she shoots a look at the towering bear girl. Even so, she keeps approaching, already naked, her steps predatory, eyes locked on Miasma. The fur of her thighs wet and spiky beneath an erect and bobbing pseudopenis.

Crud flips Spit the bird and arches her back further, trapping Sam under her hefty paunch as her guts rebel against their contents. Her asshole winking and fluttering as she sprays hot wet shit all over the eager raccoon girl. “Mmmmf, fuuuuckkk... this feels sooo good.” The bearess grunts, pushing out a short eggy fart and a few thick nuggets of shit before her stomach settles. She straightens up, panting from the exertion, middle finger extended towards Spit. 

The leggy yeen slips a hand onto Sam's chest, pushing him down ontop of Miasma, then climbs into the bed despite her earlier complaints of Crud's stink, straddling Sam and Mia's faces with her thighs. Her hands grasping her small breasts, fingers pinching and rolling pert nipples as Sam fastens his mouth over the thick creamy cum dripping from the black skinned lips of her freshly fucked cunt.

Snot grasps Crud's thick turd as she bites through it, pulling the bitten off end from between her lips as she chews, moaning, and smacking her lips as gritty filth fills her mouth and melts down her throat. She takes the pinched off end and runs it through the softer shit smeared down her chest, plowing trails through the muck, between her breasts, down her stomach, she grinds it into her clit, and rolls her hips before pulling herself off of Sams cock. She runs it lower, sliding it between the lips of her pussy, pausing in anticipation, just as Crud lets out another bassy fart, spattering fresh grease and shit onto her muzzle, then shoves it inside her needy cunt. Plunging that fat craggy log in and out of her pussy a few times before she lets it go, leaving it inside. Her hands reach back down for Sam's cock, pulling it to line back up with her twat and sheathing it inside her shit filled cunt.

Sam gargles warm cum from Spit's pussy, his world nothing but sex, stink and filth. He feels Snot cum, and cum again, her pussy contracting and milking his cock. His own orgasm not far behind, his nuts empty into the cesspit of the raccoon girls cunt as he moans into the yeens pussy. Nuts tightening as orgasm wracks his thoughts. He feels the bed shift, and light return as Crud, then Spit get off of him, and from beneath him he feels Mia pull herself out. When he opens his eyes, he sees Spit and Mia, making out at the head of the bed, the pairs hands grasping, pulling at each other, needfully as if trying to become one entity. 

“Sam?” His eyes drift to the doorway and the naked kangaroo man standing in it just before he's grabbed by Crud, “I need a cock in me now.” Before Sam can see the results Snot presses her lips to his, her filth covered tongue pressing into his maw feeding him the slurry of waste from her throat. His stomach heaves as the gritty, thick bearshit, snot and saliva mixture slides over his tongue, his body reacting naturally he sits up rolling over ontop of Snot, and vomiting into her mouth. 

Snots legs lock around Sam's hips, holding him in place, her maw parted to catch the puke pouring from the dog boys upset stomach. Her hips rolling against his groin as another orgasm rockets through her body.

The rest of the night is a blur, the five of them fucking, sucking, licking, and kissing long into the morning. By the end of it, Sam's pretty sure Tom fucked him up the ass at least once, and pissed down his throat, not to mention the vague memories of eating the kangaroos asshole as Tom face fucked one of the other girls.

The end.