Dude...
A not so regular story for a not so "Regular Show". Featuring the straight couple Mordecai and Rigby.
WARNING! WARNING! The following is a quick fire Rule 34 from the imagination of the fuzzyroo. It involves sexy times. However, it's "quick fire" because it's short and spontaneous. If you're here for a long story with long romantic dealings, too bad, you're out of luck.
The following characters used are not mine and are © their respective owners (Cartoon Network?)
"Dude, tonight's gonna be sweet" laments a stark skinny blue jay to his short squat raccoon buddy. Jittering with pent up excitement the jay can't keep his wing like fingers from drumming on the wooden table. "I so can't wait... Gonna go to the club with Margret!" With that near yell, he starts pumping his wings calling out "Onts onts onts!" as if imitating a dance floor all to his own. His seat creaking this way and that to his wiggling tail feathers.
His raccoon buddy rolls his eyes, his head lying on the desk. He couldn't help but be bored all day. There's been nothing to do, the boss just wanted them to work work work, and now his best friend is going out for a night of thrills without him. Even worse, Mordecai ** ** has been ignoring him for nearly the past week. All excited for his date with his 'giiiiiirl-friiiiiend'. He scoffs more in his imagination. What does he SEE in her!
The table rocks as Mordecai's elbows bang against its bare wooden top. The avian still carrying on nearly singing to himself "Gonna dance with Margret! Onts onts onts! At the club! Onts onts onts! With Margret!" His eyes shut as he dances in place. Even just the thought of getting so close to his sweet girl makes him go all dreamy like. "Dude" he mutters, half in daydream "she's gonna look so rad. All dressed for the party. And we'll be at the door, and the guy'll will just let us totally walk on in cause she's "on the list" she looks so good. We're even going to get in the V.I.P. section, even!" He waves his wings in the air yelling "Oooooooh!" still off in his own little world.
The bird grins so pleased with himself and his evening plans, thinking about how it's all going to turn out for him. He grins hoping her dress is skimpy and cut in all the right places. He just loves her legs, and a short skirt or dress would do them nicely. The blue jay's mind starts to wander more, thinking more on how the night will end up. A few drinks and a couple dances. Sitting in the quiet parts of the club, the music muffled in the back rooms making a sort of dulled bass through the red leather padded walls. The dark smoky poorly lit room with the tiny table. Sitting in the round booth, just him and the red feathered robin Margret, the thought is almost too real to bear.
Moments from now, as afternoon sinks to evening, she'll be waiting for him. That dark cornered booth, where he could almost just smell her perfume through the smoke. He could just barely make out her voice, giggling at some lame poorly thought out joke he nervously botched in her direction. And even though he was making a fool of himself before her, she liked him anyways. He could feel her lean in, giving him a kiss on the cheek and place her wing on his thigh. Her beak comes closer and he gulps, sweating a little with his nerves. If this is it, it's now or never! He dives slowly into the kiss, locking beaks with his beloved.
His tongue presses into her wonderfully slender beak, as her muscle pushes back. He can taste the mouthwash she used, the minty freshness mixing with a night of fruity cosmos and appletini's. Mordecai's moans out, knowing that this is what heaven must taste like. Her winged fingers push further up onto his lap, feeling the smoothness of his black scaled legs as they connect into his silky soft feathers. Those slender feminine fingers giving soft squeezes to his muscles in his legs and hips. With a moan, he chuckles "Dude, w-what are you doing Margret? W-we're in public!" His wing closes on top of her own wings, playfully pushing at them away as he pants.
"Oh Mordecai, don't you think it's been long enough?" her buttery smooth and sugary sweet voice calls to him "It's just about time that I showed you just how 'in to you' I am, lover boy..." she nearly whispers to him, her beak pressing close to his. He pants softly as her wing fingers return, caressing up his inner thigh's ever so tenderly. "O--oh dude..." Mordecai whispers. The blue jay's hips buck gently as his black tip starts to poke out of his sheath like slit. "Oh. What have we here?" the robin asks trying to be all innocent and playful. Her soft wing fingers giving the tapered end of her boyfriend's avian member a soft squeeze. Her other paw rubbing his chest feathers as she nuzzles his beak.
Something starts feeling a bit off. He shivers a bit moaning as more of his member slides out into Margret's winghand. He blinks, suddenly feeling incredibly groggy. He swore he herd moaning. A few more blinks and it turns out, it was HIM moaning! With a blush he instinctively cover's his beak with his wings, his eyes wide as he looks about the room frantically hoping nobody had herd him. Something suddenly squeezes the base of his still thickening member. "O-oh-oh Dude..." Was all he could stammer out as he looked down. A familiar brown paw was poking out from under the table holding onto the onyx black pillar of male bird between his legs.
"R-rig-Rigby..l-let go" Mordecai whimpers a little, realizing that his best friend had ahold of him. "Shhhh" Rigby coos from under his hiding place. "You were having such a great time with Margret; I thought I'd give you a hand." And with that, Rigby's paw runs up the length of that black bird cock electing a squeal of compliance from the blue jay. He's been pent up for so long; it certainly feels good getting some much due attention. But embarrassment hits his cheeks with his blush as he tries to push Rigby away. "I'm straight, Dude, stop it!" he protests. "It's ok, so am I, but I'm your friend, and you need help so you don't ruin your chances with Margaret by being too pushy! Hmm! Hmmmm!" The raccoon's paw rubs down those tummy feathers, pressing against the skin underneath.
It just feels too good. He's straight but how can he protest any further! His hips buck against those soft blunt claws as they pump lazily at his thick flesh. That other paw working its way down slowly over his feathery slit, rubbing at its openings before slinking down to those nice round white and blue feathered balls. A nice firm caring squeeze and pre starts to dribble down that mighty tower. He can feel Rigby's hot breath press between his legs, caressing his neathers. He tries to look away and think back to Margaret, but he can't move. He just watches the tip of his blue jayhood sink into that incredibly warm slobbery muzzle of his best friend.
His legs quiver as he breaths out "D-dude..." under his breath, his wing fingers rubbing down to Rigby's head, furrowing through that soft fuzz and rubbing at his little ears. He chirps as more of his length sinks into his friend's maw. It just feel so good as the raccoon's slobber starts to puddle in his lap, dripping onto the wooden chair and the floor below. Another squeeze to his soft sac makes the bird buck again, his cock flexing as Rigby makes it about half way down before pulling back. He knew Mordecai was big, but this was a little ridiculous. His free paw grips the base of the member as he starts to lick and suckle upon the tip. He pumps the length with his paw, rubbing those rough paw pads and soft furry fingers up and down that bird's curviness.
Mordecai's pre is strangely sweet as it gets licked and sucked up by Rigby's eager muzzle. Who knew sucking cock was not only fun, but also delicious? He blushes at such lewd thoughts as he tries again to push the blue jay's cock down his mouth. Mordecai grunts as half his twitching pole once again sinks into that Raccoon's mouth. Blushing, Mordecai's wings keep rubbing onto those ears, getting a better grip on them before squeezing and mashing Rigby's head down on his crotch forcing so much bird dick up that hot maw that Rigby's nose nestles firmly into Mordecai's musky crotch feathers. It smells so strongly that Rigby's eyes tear up.
Mordecai, however, is too lost in pleasure to really pay any mind to his now weepy eyed friend. He uses his new ear handles to yank that mouth up to his tip, pulling almost free from those leathery caring lips. With a harsh buck and yanking down hard on those nice handles he hears the nice "plap" noise of that cold little nose smacking into his crotch. His thick member throbs in his friend's throat as he holds his plaything there for a few seconds. Gaging, Rigby starts to struggle trying to breath. Mordecai moans and gasps at the intense pleasure that tight little vermin throat is giving him.
After a short pause, Mordecai pulls Rigby's head up his shaft, only letting up half way, but letting his friend get another breath before slamming him down again. "J-just like that, Margret..." The blue jay moans down to his best friend, his cock once again blocking the raccoon's airway. The bird feels that tube of muscle spasm and squeezes his cock making his hips jerk in more random and short thrusts getting close. He starts to yank Rigby's head up and down his long thickness with disregard to anything but his own pleasure, pumping wildly as if using a fleshlight.
With a suddenly vicious thrust, Mordecai buries his heavy hammer into Rigby's throat, his balls resting inside that long slender gagging muzzle, pressing into that tongue. "Ooooooooooooo!" The blue jay yells out as his potent virile chick makers plug that raccoon full of seed. The bird's thick cock shoots hot cum straight into the raccoon's empty stomach. Mordecai holds him there by his ears, rocking his hips gently into his nose as he lets his shaft drain its load while he rides out his orgasm. Rigby's eyes start to pass out from the lack of oxygen. His world of musky bird crotch pulling the curtain to his consciousness and going black.
He awakes with a cough. Gasping in the cool night air, rubbing his eyes. He sits up, feeling about in the darkness. With a groan he rolls over and sits up in the soft pillowed bed spread. He rubs his eyes standing up, not remembering falling asleep in Mordecai's room. He pads over to the bathroom, flipping on the light. He climbs onto that bird's "ridiculously high up" toilet and starts to relieve himself. He moans at the subtle feeling of relief. Something shiny catches the raccoon's eye. He turns quickly looking at the mirror. As his own reflection stares back at him, his eyes go wide. Mordecai is out, having a good time with his girlfriend, while his best friend was left alone in his bed. A thick black leather pet collar padlocked around his neck with a dog bone shaped tag reading "Bird Toy" and cum matting his face fur. Rigby gulps, not sure what he's gotten himself into...