A Friday night with no girlfriends, everyone else out of the house and fifty bucks between them. What’s a better way to spend a budding weakened than with your bud, some pizza and some cheap priced little buds rolled up or in a stashed away little glass friend?


With the question in mind Mordecai and Rigby decided to come up with what they called “Freshly Fried Friday”. It would be like their normal late nights but with all the works! Booze, games, snacks, pizza to the two of them it sounded like the perfect evening. Well  perfect enough, minus the lady pecs. Or going out on the town. Or going deep on a hot wing bender. Regardless, they liked what they could scrounge together.


Rigby was in charge of getting the pizzas and beer, while Mordecai was in charge of everything thing else. 


… To say things didn’t go the way they imagined is about as right as Benson smiling all day while the dunce duo were at work.




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In the late evening the two of them watched the second movie in the “Scary Eyes” trilogy, more baked than some banana bread. 


Their focus on the movie was non existent while Rigby was earnestly sucking off on Mordecai's junk. His tongue and slobber wrapped around the shaft, lathering it up. While he was working on polishing the pole, Mordecai was using Rigby’s favorite butt plug to lube him up good, stretching his hole good and wide for the greedy bird.


On any given day, neither of the boys would ever talk about or even consider doing stuff like this but the moment both got the first puff in, it was a whole other story. 


        “Hehehehehehe…” Both of them chuckled, eyes glazed over and red. Rigby didn’t get any kind of warning until he felt a week’s work of salty batter being forced into his throat. He gagged and coughed but didn’t stop sucking the ebony tip until there was absolutely nothing left. He lounged back, smiling and laughing before stuffing a slice of meat lovers pizza into his still jizz coated mouth, munching on the cheesy and creamy thick concoction. Mordecai on the other hand wasn’t done in the slightest, shaft still bulging out and cum running down his eager meat like a unclosed faucet. 


        “Heeeeey Rigby… Ima comming…” He said wistfully In his blazed out train of thought. H crawled forward, covering the raccoon’s back as he forced himself on top f Rigby, who currently had his head buried in the still warm barely eaten pizza. He barely took into account what was happening to anything below his neck, even as Mordecai was plunging into his guts like he was Margaret. 


All Rigby knew was he was feeling really good and had a face full of pizza. WIth every thrust into the meal, Rigby would be forced to practically slide up into it, getting the gooey and warm cheese into his dark brown and back fur. 


Over and over, well into the deep of night, Mordecai would keep emptying sho after shot into his best friend. All the while he and Rigby would reach for whatever is close by and indulge, whether its food, games, drinks or another puff of what they were smoking.


Regardless of how the night would end, one thing was for sure: They were gonna have a hell of a time cleaning the sofa when they came to and wonder what the hell happened the previous night.