Consequence-Free Filth

Lounging around his house, relishing in the filth that he could enjoy thanks to his time off, Gerald leaned back on his sofa with his hands behind his head, smiling and clicking his beak with a big smile as the owl made sure to really rub his rump down against his sofa. Completely naked save for an utterly filthy pair of (previously) white briefs the avian slob liked to slip on whenever he could just laze around at home, the bird huffed and crossed his legs as he let out a rumbling fart into the pair, not particularly bothered even as the end of the bout of flatulence turned a little wet. Having not washed the undies in well over a year now, the briefs were utterly stained all over, smeared with brown and yellow from the owl not wanting to head all the way to the bathroom whenever he needed to go take a leak or a dump, several dried and crusty cum stains splattered all over the pair from when the man decided to just blow his wad into them rather than even grab a tissue when getting off. Shifting his rump around a little to try to get more comfy while he idly browsed his phone, leaving a little brown skid mark on the sofa cushions as he shuffled his backside around, Gerald was settling in for a very comfy and filthy couple of days, intent on not even setting foot outside until he'd be forced to head back to work. Not even sure of what time it was outside of the confines of his home, the bird thought about taking a little nap, a fresh rope of cum still smeared into the feathers on his belly from a recent session of pumping it to videos of animals, just about to set his head down on a couple pillows and close his eyes when the doorbell suddenly rang. Leaping up to his feet, giving a little startled squawk, the owl looked around in a slight panic, not having expected any visitors. The whole house was filthy with shit-smeared dildos and anal beads left lying on the floor, his computer screen open and still paused on a video of a man reaching elbow deep into a bull’s asshole, a puddle of piss slowly seeping into his carpet as the half-naked and grimy Gerald just stood still for a couple seconds, not exactly ready to just welcome someone into his home. 

Trying to stay silent, grimacing slightly as his claws rapped against the floor as he scurried over to the front door, the avian slob peered through the peephole to try to see who it was that was ringing his doorbell, hoping it'd just be some salesman he could safely ignore. Much to the man's surprise however, he saw nothing at all, no hide nor tail of a visitor even as he crept over to a nearby window and slowly peeled back a blackout curtain to peek at his front lawn, no sign of anyone or even any cars in the vicinity. Curious, Gerald very carefully opened the door and poked his head out, spotting a little nondescript box left by the doorstep, quickly grabbing it up and slamming the door shut as he stepped inside, setting the box down and using his claws to cut open the tape holding it closed, 
“Huh, I'm pretty sure I didn't order anything…”
Inside, the man only found two things, a rather old looking pocket watch, as well as a paper note typed out on a typewriter, 
“Wind up the clock and count down the seconds, you'll return right where you came from.”
Only even more curious, Gerald opened up the pocket watch, seeing that the hands were stuck at 12, winding up a little dial and setting it forwards by about a minute, confused as he saw the hands begin counting down, 
“I… don't think that's how a clock is supposed to work…”
Absentmindedly setting the watch down, the owl went back to the note and the box, trying to scour either for any signs of where the thing had come from or what exactly it was, finding no other writing of any kind. As soon as the hands of the pocket watch returned to the 12 o'clock position however, a low hum deafened Gerald as his vision blacked out for a beat, startling the man as he suddenly found himself standing by a table with the watch in hand, right about to wind it up, just as he'd been a minute ago. Realising the box and the paper were where they'd been before he'd tried to inspect them further, the pudgy bird glanced at a proper clock hanging by a wall and saw that time had indeed rewinded back, his face lighting up with joy as he realised what a goldmine of perversion and debauchery he'd been handed. 

Hurriedly slipping on a pair of sweatpants and a long coat hanging down almost to his knees, huffing and puffing in excitement as he peeked at himself in the mirror to make sure he looked at least halfway innocuous at a glance, Gerald took a deep breath and snatched the old pocket watch up once more, holding his breath as he carefully tweaked the little dial and winded the hands forwards by a full day. With the clock set, the hands slowly counting down, the owl let out a half-nervous and half-thrilled little chuckle as he walked out of his house with the watch in his pocket, already sporting a semi in his pants. Some other people might've seen the wondrous pocket watch able to rewind time and tried to use it for profit or fame, but Gerald only wanted to realise all of his most perverted, filthy fantasies that he was too scared to accomplish normally, worried about the consequences and the blowback of all of it. Yet with the knowledge that in 24 hours time would rewind right back to the moment before he'd winded up the pocket watch, the bird could do whatever he wished, no matter how degenerate, and safely return right where he'd started afterwards. Even with the safeguard of the pocket watch, Gerald wanted to start off with something a little less risky, hoping to acclimatise himself into eventually taking the leap into the most depraved parts of his dreams, starting his day of debauchery off with just some rather pedestrian exhibitionism. Hopping into his car, the owl opened up his jacket and slipped his pants down, pulling out his cock before he pulled out his driveway, casually letting his erection twitch against his belly as he drove down the neighbourhood, feeling himself up and stroking at his pink member while cruising along. Though he was pretty sure no one could really see his cock leaking precum onto his bare belly, Gerald still felt a great thrill making his tail feathers quiver as he passed by several familiar faces and complete strangers, only getting harder and more wet as he made his way out of his neighbourhood. The man eventually left his car at a parking lot right opposite a park, hopping out and strolling to a bench set right by the entrance to the park, sitting down with his cock in hand, just closing his eyes and slowly stroking it as he smiled and sighed, hearing a few early morning joggers running right past him, shivering and nearly shooting a wad with the knowledge that any one of the people could've seen him openly jerking off. 

Really getting into the spirit for his debaucherous outing, Gerald managed to just barely hold himself back from blowing his load as he hopped up off the bench, pulling his pants up and his coat closed as he slipped off beyond the trees, on the hunt for something even more perverted than showing himself off to morning joggers. The owl’s next brilliant idea came to him as he stalked around the outskirts of the park, spotting a lone little boy on the way to school. The kid was a tiny kitten with creamy white fur, looking to barely be over six years of age, practically prancing along while heading for school, bouncing along on a path running parallel to the edge of the park. With a smirk, the bird set up behind some bushes, pulling his cock out again as he clutched the twitching shaft and huffed, lying in wait behind a tree as he let the unsuspecting little cat come closer. With his long coat covering his crotch, the man stepped out from his hiding spot, putting on a fake smile as he chirped out, 
“Hey there cutie, can you tell me where the playground is~?”
The boy smiled and was just about to open his mouth as the avian stranger stepped closer, the stench of the unwashed slob suddenly making him stop in his tracks, confused for a brief moment as the owl grinned and suddenly opened up his coat. Letting his cock flop around freely, Gerald laughed and gave a little push, a squirt of piss streaming from the tip of his pink length, splashing the kitten's face and chest as the boy bleated and leapt back, dashing off while trying to wipe at the musky, golden liquid soaking into his fur and clothes. Running off with a rock hard erection while grinning, not wishing to waste the rest of his 24 hours getting locked up in jail even though he wouldn't have to suffer through the punishment for long, Gerald dashed off back into the cover of the park. 

Intending to wait a little for the heat to die down, just in case the little cat boy he'd ambushed and flashed decided to go tattle about the filthy experience to someone, Gerald hurried back to his place with still plenty of time on the clock. Heading inside, shedding his long coat on the floor, the owl sighed happily as he plopped his rump down on his filthy, stained computer seat, kicking his PC on while pulling his cock out at the same time. With a content chirp, the bird quickly navigated to the dark web, intent on fulfilling all his perverted desires that he hadn't ever been brave enough to do previously, always too scared of getting mixed up with anything too taboo in there in case he'd get snatched up by the authorities. With the safety net of the day rewinding right where it had started in around 20 hours, Gerald felt confident enough to finally get himself some deviant smut, going straight for the first handful of sites he could come across. While loading up all sorts of different forums and pages, the man simultaneously loaded up a chat in the other screen, going to a chat room he knew was brimming with little cubs looking for friends, having always wanted to meet up with some little boy from there, spending many nights jerking off and getting off to the fantasies of it. Launching a couple different private chats with the first handful of users that seemed young and naive, sending some messages pretending to be a fellow cub, the owl played the part of a new boy in town looking for a friend, continuing the charade for a few minutes while browsing a selection of very naughty smut for sale at the same time. Gerald felt like a kid in a candy shop as degenerate titles and even filthier thumbnails flashed before his eyes. The first few videos the bird came across were fairly basic vids, at least from what he could tell based on the titles and the short descriptions each had attached, with just some little boys being bent over and railed, some willingly and some not quite as much. Quickly typing up a couple keywords into the search bar, Gerald came across something that caught his interest, noticing a title that really got his cock throbbing, 
“Green cutie gets a golden shower from daddy and uncle!”
Sitting up a little in his seat, the avian pervert clutched his shaft, gripping the base of his cock as he hurriedly made his way through the steps to pay for the video, not caring about the payment being traced back to him thanks to the magic pocket watch tucked away in his pocket. 

With a barrage of messages sent out to a good few dozen local boys, hoping that one might take the bait and agree for a meet, Gerald’s gaze flicked over to a little notification popping up, showing that his download had finished. With a slightly shaky hand, panting in excitement and just hoping that the porn he'd paid for was an actual video rather than just some ransomware virus that'd immediately brick his PC the second he opened it up, the bird sat back as the video player opened up. After a split second, the thumbnail of the video flashed up onto the screen, showing a little, adorable alligator boy sitting cross-legged on the floor and smiling up at the camera, naked with his soft, pale green scales shimmering in the light, just barely able to catch a glimpse of the toddler's tiny cocklet and sack peeking out from between his thighs. Immediately thrilled with his purchase, Gerald slammed the play button and leaned back to enjoy the show, huffing and already pumping his cock as the title card flashed up, quickly transitioning into the action. The main star of the show, the little alligator boy, was lying on a towel laid out over a grassy ground, the back wheels of a truck just barely visible as the camera panned down to the happily babbling toddler. The owl guessed that the young reptile’s dad and uncle had taken the boy out for a bit of a drive to get him away from family and any other prying eyes, pretending to just go out for some fresh air and fun in the woods when they really intended to molest the little gator and sell the recording for hundreds and thousands of fellow pervs to enjoy online. With the toddler still lying on the towel, two men stepped over to either side of him, one holding the camera and the other just barely off screen, the sounds of zippers being undone and buttons popping open preceding a pair of girthy, throbbing cocks poking into frame, both aimed squarely down at the little kid. Almost simultaneously, streams of piss rushed out the tips of both manhoods as one of the guys moaned softly, one stream splashing the squeaking young alligator right in the face while the other aimed down between the toddler's legs, making the little film star squirm and writhe around as the heavy stream ticked his sensitive dick, making it stiffen up even as the cub spat and tried to turn away from the flood of musky piss showering him. As the streams tapered off after almost a full minute, leaving the toddler on the ground utterly drenched, both men began to pant and visibly jerk each other off, grabbing at one another while still keeping their girths aimed down at the boy, their pumping getting more and more rapid right alongside their heavy breathing. As the first shot of cum splattered right onto the toddler's snout, Gerald groaned as well he flinched in his seat, bucking against the air and his hand as he squirted a wad of his seed almost onto his own beak, moaning as he draped several thick ropes onto his belly and chest while the two men glazed the little boy on the video. 

Panting as he slouched back in his seat, idly smearing a glob of cum across his feathers while he caught his breath for a few moments, Gerald finally reached over to pause the video he'd been enjoying, giving a content sigh as his dick slapped against his belly, softening up a little yet staying stiff. Shaking off the bliss of his climax, intent on making the best of the hours he still had left rather than just wasting it on post-nut exhaustion, the bird turned to his other screen to take a peek at the messages he'd sent to some local boys, seeing that most had still been left untouched or ignored, guessing he'd need to give it an hour or two before any would take the bait. Leaving the messages to gather up possible partners for later on in the day, the avian man headed out again, having gotten a taste of younger fuck toys and wanting more of that. With his filthy undies, sweaty pants, and a long coat to conceal it all, the owl drove towards the nearest school he knew of, stopping a few blocks away and going the rest of the way on foot, dipping off into a little patch of trees and shrubbery planted alongside a quiet little street next to the school. Staying low, the man stalked through the bushes until he was close enough to see the comings and goings of the school, ducking down in a nice and concealed hiding spot while undoing his long coat, stripping his pants off entirely. As much as the owl was tempted to just leap out from the bushes and have his way with one of the boys, introduce the little cubs to the joys of filth and lewdness, Gerald wasn't keen on wasting the remaining half of the time he had before the reset being hauled off by the police, leaving the perverted avian to stalk and bide his time. Of course, he still wasn't about to just sit there like a statue, able to handily multitask by having some dirty fun while also spying on the kids. With nothing but his filthy, unwashed underwear on, the great owl knelt behind the bushes and huffed, tweaking his nipples while his cock throbbed in his briefs, moaning softly as he gave a push, a rumbling fart accompanying the back of the underwear puffing out as he shat out a load into the already fetid pair. Sitting back to squish the shit against his ass while he reached into the undies and grabbed onto his cock, shuddering a little as he felt the warm, soft mush squishing in his ass crack, the man watched the school intently, hoping to be able to find a kid perfect for joining in on the fun. 

After spying on the school for a little while, waiting for the right opportunity while stewing in his filth and keeping himself rock hard, Gerald suddenly heard a twig snap just behind him, momentarily worried he'd gotten caught as he spun around. Instead of an angry parent or a furious officer like he'd expected to see, the man instead saw a lone dog, a fluffy and white-coated husky, standing there, wagging his tail and panting while eyeing up the degenerate voyeur, sniffing the air, seemingly led to the man by the dump he'd taken in his underwear. Spotting the collar on the hound and guessing it was a pup on a free walk, Gerald quickly had another idea on how to make the time pass a good bit quicker as he gently offered a hand towards the feral dog, squinting to read the tag on the canine's collar while cooing quietly, 
“Hey there Teddy, wanna play~?”
The dog seemed quite receptive to the invitation, sniffing at the man's hand before happily taking a step towards the bird, wagging his tail as his new friend reached over to yank down the pair of sagging, filthy underwear. Getting down on all fours and mooning the dog, reaching back to spread apart his ass cheeks stuck together with fresh, warm shit, Gerald guessed that the husky would be pretty eager to help him clean up a little back there, moaning as he immediately felt a wide, wet tongue slipping between his buns. With just a few good, deep licks, Teddy had lapped up all the shit caked between the quietly moaning owl’s ass cheeks, but the good boy wasn't done yet, slipping his tongue right into the dirty, gaped pucker nestled between the man's buns as he greedily dug deeper. Spraying ropes of precum onto the ground and into his soiled undies while the feral dog rimmed him from behind, Gerald turned his gaze back towards the school at just the perfect time, his face lighting up with barely held back excitement as he instantly recognised the perfect opportunity that he'd been waiting for. Standing by the corner of the street by the school was a young stallion, good bit shorter than Gerald but still a head above his peers thanks to his equine lineage, looking to be a year or two under ten and sporting a neatly trimmed coat of silky golden fur. Just as with his coat, the colt’s school uniform was just as carefully maintained, tucked on snug without a single visible crease or stain, his long, golden mane tied back into a ponytail as he hung around the entrance to the school with a bored expression, waiting for classes to begin it seemed. With just the right boy to corrupt and molest, Gerald grinned and dug his claws down into the dirt as the husky’s tongue swirled around in his tailhole, already formulating a plan on how to get the little stallion to him. 

Sighing as he waited for the first class of the day to begin, annoyed at how early his parents always made him head out every morning no matter when school was supposed to start, Matthew waited by the corner, bored and twiddling his thumbs. As the other kids at the yard and around the school slowly sauntered inside, only the young stallion was left standing outside, kicking rocks and trying to make the time pass. Soon enough however, the boy spotted something peculiar, noticing a flash of white off in the distance, behind some bushes, squinting as he swore he saw a fluffy, white tail peeking up from beyond the shrubbery. Curious, the cub took a peek around to make sure no one was looking before he dropped his school bag to the ground and jogged across the street, disappearing beyond the bushes and trees. Pushing his way past a few twigs, Matt finally stepped onto a clearing only to see the white husky sitting there, wagging his tail and waiting patiently, a few smears of brown on the dog's snout. The colt was slightly startled when a man's voice suddenly called out for him off to the side, 
“Hey there~”
The horse turned to see Gerald standing there, naked and with his cock jutting up, smirking as he casually strolled right past the dumbfounded equine and over to Teddy. Kneeling behind the husky, grabbing Teddy's tail and hiking it up while stroking his cock with his other hand, the owl smirked at the cub's blushed and shocked expression, spitting onto his hand and lubing up his manhood with it as he prodded the canine's asshole with his tip, 
“Wanna stay and watch~?”
As nervous as Matthew was feeling, the colt couldn't help but to feel quite intrigued, even with the pungent stench around the bird, giving a sheepish nod as he stepped a little closer, clasping a hand around his mouth as he watched the man grunt and drive several inches right into the dog's shitter. Gerald’s beak hung open as he drilled deep into the husky’s tailhole, surprised by just how well the hound could take his cock, leaning his head back a little as the pooch just panted and wagged his tail while clenching around him just right, almost guessing that the pup's owners might've been making good use of the tight doggy hole as well. Reaching under Teddy's belly and feeling around for a second before his fingers wrapped around the feral's sheath, giving it a few pumps as he coaxed out the canine's red rocket, the man looked back over at the shy yet very obviously intrigued boy, 
“You can join too if you want to, just take off those pants and whip out your stuff~”

With a nervous giggle, Matt hurried over to the man railing the dog, tugging his pants down right alongside his boxers, revealing his manhood, half stiff already, quite impressive for a boy his age thanks to being a literal stallion. Grabbing the cub's shoulder and shifting the boy around a little, kneeling the colt down in front of the husky just as he hilted himself in the feral. Getting just one whiff of the boy's cock waving around in front of his face, Teddy was all too eager to put his tongue back to good use, slobbering on the tip of the young equine's dick while braced and digging his paws into the dirt with the owl nailing him from behind. Gasping and covering his snout as the dog gave his cock a tongue bath, giving an adorable little squeak as he shuddered and doubled over slightly, Matthew closed his eyes and blushed deeply as the husky’s wet tongue travelled down his shaft, instantly getting him rock hard and his flare swelling up, panting against the palm of his hand. Watching the kid getting licked while he had his way with the other end of the pooch, grabbing Teddy by the base of the tail and grunting as he rammed into the feral male's rear end again and again, Gerald glanced down to see his pink shaft getting smeared with more doggy shit with every thrust, though the owl definitely didn't mind the added lubrication, only getting even more worked up from the wonderful sight and scent of the dirty hole. Unable to handle the intensity of the hungry dog lapping at his all too sensitive tip before he'd even learned how to jerk off, it didn't take more than a few minutes of licking before Matt let out a shuddering, squeaky neigh, his maw hanging open and his flare puffing up as squirts of cum suddenly erupted, splattering all over Teddy's face as well as right down the back of the hound’s open maw. Seeing the preteen boy making a right mess of the husky’s muzzle, with the dog happily catching and swallowing down as much of the young load as possible, Gerald decided to stop holding back as well, cramming himself as deep into the feral as he could before cumming with a deep moan, his tail feathers trembling as he unloaded balls deep in the beast. Listening to the boy's moans while enjoying Teddy's pucker twitching around the base of his cock, the owl huffed while emptying his sack in the dog, draining himself completely before finally pulling out, his shit-stained dick still throbbing and leaking cum from the tip as it slipped free. The winded man chuckled as he watched Teddy's gaped asshole pulse for a moment before a little push from the dog squeezed out a big wad of his cum mixed with a dollop of the hound’s shit, the creamy brown mixture squirting out the canine's asshole and leaking down his back legs while he was still polishing off the colt’s cock, leaving all three of the males very satisfied and panting. 

Staggering back home, going straight for the fridge and downing an entire bottle of juice to try to recover from his romp in the bushes, Gerald gave a little wheeze as he collapsed on his computer chair again, taking a couple seconds just to catch his breath. Digging through his pockets quickly, the man pulled out the pocket watch that had started the whole endeavour, glancing at it to see he still had a few hours to go before his reset was supposed to happen, instantly refreshed at the thought of ending his romp with a big finish. After the moment of rest, the rejuvenated owl went straight for the messages he'd left, browsing through some of the replies he'd gotten before finally spotting one from a user named “Froggy22”, giving his address and telling that he was free for a play date since his parents were away for the evening. Without a second thought, Gerald took off, practically running out to his car. Only twenty minutes later, the avian pervert was parked just down the street from the address, seeing no signs of it being some sort of a honeypot though still feeling a little nervous as he stepped out and hurried to the front door, giving it a ring as he just hoped he wouldn't have to spend the last couple of hours being a part of some sting operation in front of TV cameras. As the door opened up, an adorable little six year old frog poked his head out, big eyes peeking up at Gerald as the reptilian cub cocked his head with a confused look, 
“Wh… who are you?”
The owl just smiled and pushed the door open, gently but firmly nudging the boy out the way and closing it behind him, marching into the house and peeking into every room before ending up in the living room, now fairly certain it wasn't a part of some elaborate setup. Turning back towards the befuddled little frog that was scurrying to catch up with him, the man grinned and began to strip off his coat and pants, 
“I'm your new friend~”

Before the green-skinned cutie could even really react, Gerald was already down to just his filthy tighty-whities, freshly soiled with spatters of undried cum and piss dotting the stained fabric for some extra aroma, smirking as he knelt in front of the short little boy recoiling back from the awful scent of his undies, slipping an arm around the cub's shoulders, 
“What's your name~?”
Blushing and trying to hold his breath, the frog stuttered, 
“F… Fred… Freddy…”
The owl chuckled as he began to strip Fred’s clothes off, tossing them aside as he grabbed the back of the frog’s head and shoved the boy's face right into his filthy underwear, listening to Freddy bleat and groan while grinding his erection against the soft, smooth skin of the young reptilian. Huffing as he kept the kid's muzzle firmly pressed between his thighs, Gerald hurriedly yanked down the boy's shorts and practically ripped off his undies as well, leaving little Freddy completely in the nude. Taking a gasp of air as he was finally allowed to pull his face off of the stranger's filthy briefs, a little smudge of brown left at the tip of his nose, Fred yelped as he was just as suddenly shoved onto a nearby sofa, landing on it on his back. Before the boy had any chance to scramble up, Gerald leapt on top of the kid, stuffing his beak right into the frog’s crotch. Covering up his reddening face with his hands, Fred whimpered sheepishly as the man sniffed and licked him all over, squirming ticklishly as the bird's tongue caressed at his tiny balls, panting while Gerald’s tongue traced lines along his stiffening shaft, trying to hold back moans as the owl licked at his belly and chest while groping at his ass. Trembling from utter excitement at the thought of having the boy all to himself, with no consequences whatsoever, Gerald flipped the little frog around and nuzzled his face between the cub's cute cheeks, sniffing at the embarrassed and whining Freddy’s tight, untouched asshole, giving it a lick as he felt the pucker twitch while the tip of his tongue circled the puffy rim. 

Squirming uncomfortably as the owl rimmed him, unsure of whether it felt wonderful or just all too odd for his tastes, Fred wriggled around on the sofa for a while before the avian grabbed him by the hips, flipping him around again. Gerald pinched the boy's tiny little cocklet between two fingers, giving it a couple pumps to make sure it was nice and stiff as he nuzzled his beak right up against it, giving it a little lick while peering up at the flustered reptilian, 
“Piss for me~”
“Wh… what?!”
“Pee, right now~”
As mortified as the frog was about doing such a humiliating thing in front of the odd stranger, and anxious about making a mess on the sofa when his parents would be back in just a few hours, Freddy could tell that the owl wasn't about to take no for an answer, whimpering as he closed his eyes and tried to relax his bladder, pushing a little as his legs shivered. Watching the boy straining, Gerald quickly opened up his beak and slipped his maw down over the cub's dick, letting it rest against his tongue as he smiled, moaning as the first splash of piss squirted right down the back of his throat. Guzzling down the frog’s urine, letting it gather up in his mouth as he swirled his tongue around the tip of the heavily panting boy, the man let some of the pee overflow and leak out his beak, dribbling down his chin and onto the cub's own thighs. Emptying his bladder, Fred shivered and curled up his toes with a gasp as he felt the warm piss spilling down through his thighs and pooling on the sofa cushions underneath his rump, his groans only growing more intense and a little panicked as the man slipped a hand underneath him to grope at his rump, a finger nuzzling between his ass cheeks and pressing right up against his pucker. Using the frog’s own piss as makeshift lube, Gerald pressed his middle finger inside of the boy, still nursing on Freddy’s dick and drinking down the little reptilian’s urine while he slowly sunk his digit knuckle deep in the writhing boy, feeling the tight pucker clench hard around the base of his finger while his own cock throbbed against the sofa. 

Yanking his digits out the cub's tailhole as soon as the fountain of piss ran dry, Gerald lifted his head up from between the frog’s thighs, taking a deep breath and swallowing down the mouthful of urine still sloshing around in his throat before he suddenly clambered atop the kid. Fred groaned as the owl squatted over him, the bird's backside and the filthy, soiled undies hovering right above his face as the man let out a strained grunt, a loud and pungent fart making the boy's eyes go wide as he realised what the avian perv was intending to do. Squeezing out a nice, big load from his asshole as pee trickled down his thighs, Gerald kept pushing until the shit was pushing out the legs of his undies, overflowing and dripping down onto the boy as he lowered himself even further, forcing the poor Freddy to sniff at his shit-filled briefs. Still mid-push, the man sat down even lower, squishing the undies against the frog’s face as scat streamed out from the pair, smearing across the boy's snout as he humped the air with a relieved huff, shivering while his cock throbbed rock hard. Too turned on for even a second more of foreplay, the owl quickly grabbed onto the shit-covered reptile and tossed the light little boy right over the armrest of the increasingly messy sofa, bending Freddy over and spreading the kid's ass cheeks as he pulled his girth out his filthy undies, slipping it between the soft, smooth buns of the green little cub. Squeaking as the owl pushed inside, gritting his teeth and clinging to the sofa he was bent over, Fred's face only turned a more intense shade of pink as the rock hard cock sliding up his tailhole caused him to immediately and uncontrollably void his bowels, biting his lip with a whimper as his soft, muddy shit spewed out of his tailhole, squeezing past the grunting man's shaft gaping his pucker open. Feeling his cock sink right into the middle of a squishy log of shit deep in the little frog’s guts, Gerald gasped with his beak hanging open, one last hard clench from the tight asshole pushing him over the edge as he blew a load into yet another filthy tailhole that day, doubled over and gently pinning the squirmy boy down as he slurred into the panting kid's ear, 
“I'm gonna eat that slurry of shit and cum right out your asshole next, then you're gonna do the same to me~”

For the next few hours, Gerald used and abused the little froggy that he'd gotten his hands on in every way the owl could imagine, railing all of the cub's holes before quickly swapping and riding on the boy's stiff and adorable li’l dicklet in turn, making the young reptile writhe and whimper as Fred went through one dry climax after another thanks to his asshole or beak. Of course, the bird also made sure to indulge in plenty of filthy fun as well, eating out the boy's dirty asshole and forcing the frog to swallow more than a handful of loads straight from his ass as well, the two of them washing down their meals with piss straight from one another's dicks right after, though Freddy was a lot less enthusiastic about the dinner he'd been coerced into. By the time that the sun was starting to go down, both Gerald and his little playmate had shit and pissed enough that they were starting to recycle each other's waste, with the bird squeezing out logs he'd eaten from the frog’s ass while the urine sloshing around in Fred's bladder had originally all been in the man. Though he'd been awake for just a touch over 24 hours in total, Gerald barely felt a single twinge of exhaustion as he once again yanked his dirty undies down and nestled his ass cheeks around the frog’s muzzle, moaning as the mortified yet well-trained boy's long tongue immediately darted right up his asshole without him even needing to demand it anymore, his shit-smeared cock slapping against his belly as the tongue circled around his pucker to lick his hole clean of the dump he'd just taken. Kept awake and going strong just by sheer, unrelenting horniness even after all the time spent awake and after all the loads he'd sprayed both in and on the little frog, Gerald was still storming ahead at full steam, barely even blinking an eye, at least until he heard a car pulling up to the driveway right outside, his eyes snapping open as his expression changed to something a little more worried. 

Quickly reaching for the pockets of his discarded pants, digging through them and grabbing the pocket watch from them, the owl saw that there was still a minute or two left before he'd end up right where he started 24 hours ago, deciding to go out with a real bang. Grunting as he grabbed Freddy’s knees, the owl strained, pushing out everything and anything still left in his bowels straight into the boy's open maw as a fountain of piss splashed right onto the kid's belly, filling the reptile’s maw as Fred just moaned. Lifting his rump off of his little partner, glancing back to see Freddy’s cheeks bulging out from the big mouthful of dung he'd deposited in the boy's gullet, Gerald smirked and took off running, dashing upstairs just as he heard the front door open. Tucking himself away into the far corner of the house, guessing it'd give him just enough time, the bird peered down at the pocket watch as he heard the shrill sounds of a woman screaming in horror at witnessing the messy scene he'd left behind, a man's furious roar following right after. With a little sigh of relief, Gerald watched the second hand tick back to its starting point just as rapid footsteps descended up the stairs, though much to the avian man's horror nothing happened, his heart racing as he worried about whether being beaten to a pulp by a rather angry dad would transfer through time and space, even suddenly growing very paranoid about whether the pocket watch actually worked even with the test he'd done earlier. Just as the door to his hiding place was beginning to swing open, the bird began to feel woozy, moaning softly as his vision blacked out and the world around him seemed to spin, a few seconds going by in a blur before he once again found himself standing in his house, right where he'd been before winding up the pocket watch. With a smirk, the owl carefully set the watch back into its box, giving a yawn as he wondered about what all he could get up to next with the help of his new toy.