Spend some time together, invite friends over, maybe have a few drinks, watch some movies... pretty standard stuff, right?
While all that is enjoyable, Duke just isn't the best person when it comes to holding his liquor. Couple beers and he's a tipsy, bumbling mess, probably wouldn't notice anyone flirting with or groping his boyfriend anymore... and add a couple more drinks after that? Yeah, he won't be remembering a thing about last night.
Perhaps that is why his orca lover kept bringing in a drink after drink, as well as catering to the beefy horsebro from down the street, whom they'd invited to spend the evening with them with the promise of beer and movies in a good company.
No wonder then, that before the movie had even reached halfway point, Duke was already absolutely wasted, barely registering what was going on around him. The whispering, giggling, blatant groping...
Even when it evolved to audible shuffling, creaking and shifting of the couch, all were mere afterthoughts in the shark's inebriated brain that was still trying to focus on the movie playing on the TV screen... instead of the enormous spire of splotched horsecock his boyfriend had helped their guest whip out.
Clearly, the shark must have noticed it, even if just subconsciously, but with the alcohol in his system, he doesn't think twice, before unzipping his own pants and pulling out his own meat for a beating. All while his drunken brain is still trying to comprehend the sight of his stacked whale boyfriend hotdogging that greased up monster stallion schlong in preparation to slamming his doughy, wobbling ass right down upon it.
It's not like their guest seems to mind either, despite probably feeling a little lightheaded himself from all the blood in his body rushing into that titanic equine dickmeat now pulsating between the plush mounds of orca ass and belching forth copious amounts of slimy, stinking pre-slop from the yawning urethra.
Add in the stank of barnyard like musk wafting off that veiny, faggot-wrecking fucklog and sagging, gurgling stallion balls hanging over the edge of the couch and Duke's alcohol addled brain's probably struggling to wrap itself around anything right now...
Mako better keep those drinks coming to make sure Duke's memory will be completely wiped about how his boyfriend's about to end up banged like a pear-shaped pocket pussy until the early hours of the next morning...
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Just another fun little idea off my bucket list. I've had a thing for like... total fuckin' dudebro type of characters. I'm talking absolutely over-the-top stereotypical meatheads with low IQ, who just uses "bro" and "bruh" like fuckin' constantly... and I figured I haven't had a horse make an appearance in one of my comms recently, so... here ya go!
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