The Eversons make short work of their meal, munching away without regard for mess, "crumbs" falling all over their bodies. In no time flat they were finished and "Now that ya'll are done, time to pay." Jack stated "Can I pay daddy?" asked Sam "No, I said Dillon can pay, so he will pay." Henry responded "Thank you." Dillon said, as he got up, and shuffled past the twins.
Dillon briefly stopped in front of the twins, bending over and farting in their faces, which they reveled in. Finally he reaches Jack, and seductively asks "So how should I paaaaaaaa..." the horse moaned as he shat, as did the rest of his family, the laxatives taking effect. "Hmmm, I think that ass will suffice." said Jack, as he turned the moaning boy around.
The Eversons were moaning like bitches in heat, Henry plowed Lynard's ass, forcing his husbands shit back where it came from, with his dick. The twins played in their poop, spreading it around, and masterbaiting, all the while Jack took his time with Dillon, rubbing his fox dick between the boys ass cheeks, coating it in horse dung. Soon Jack finally started to take his payment, shoving his cock all the way up Dillon's ass hole.
The entire dinner became an orgy, as the cooks started taking other customers payments, in the absence of Jack. Dick took the cocks of a
par of rabbits, while a third of the married trio, shat into a bowl, meanwhile Greg was using a coyote as a living cock sleeve, while a fox serviced his ass. Things got faster and faster as everyone was getting close to climax.
The Eversons scat, began to flow like a river, as Henry kept pounding, the twins had their fun, and Dillon paid the bill, by submitting to Jacks powerful dick. Everyone plowed dicks into their partners one last time Climaxing, bowls were filled, and the floor covered, with not only shit, but glistening white cum. "Dame...your boys...got an..." Jack said, panting, and knotted in Dillon "Amazing ass... we know..." continued Henry "We've used it... many times." Finished Lynard.
In less then a minute everyone had regained their energy, as receipts began to be passed out to each of the customers "Here you are Eversons, fell free to call me for a fuck, any time, and next time I'll bring my boyfriend." Said Jack as he handed them their receipt, his number written down on it "Especially you Dillon." Jack added seductively, earning an eager nod, and blush, from the Horse.
The Eversons exited the dinner, full, shitting continuously, and hard as rocks, and were meet with a completely normal roadside rest stop, where shit was pilled everywhere, and anthropomorphic animals were doing the most lewd of things.