Rocko at first wasn’t sure how a “bulls night” would go with Heffer and Filburt. Being the nervous guy that he is, our resident wallaby had to be convinced by his friends to cut loose and let out what's been brewing inside him. They know he hasn’t had many… Intimate moments with his various love interests. Despite a lot of pushing to get him to enjoy himself, and a few puppy eyed looks from Spunky, Rocko’s little doggy buddy, the Australian born mammal finally agreed. It… Wasn’t so bad. At least it didn’t start out bad. Rocko bought a few bears to prepare for the night but when Heffer came in, he lugged in at least several bags of bottles of hard liquor. Rum, vodka’s, an assortment of heavy beers and bottles upon bottles of sweet liquor that would knock an elephant on its butt. “WOOOHOOO! We’re gonna get so wasted tonight!” Heffer raised his voice, and bags, cheering as he pulled out a few bottles and started to down them in front of the concerned wallaby. “Ah Hef, maybe we should uh, go slow. You know, don’t wanna burn it all up in one go and all that.” Rocko tried to convince his steer buddy but he wasn’t having any of it. Heffer downed two bottles, guzzling them down to the point they were emptied before they were, rather carefully, thrown into the nearby trash. “Y-you know Rocko, I felt the same way too.” Filburt came in close behind, closing the door behind him. “But Paula’s mother has been teaching me how to enjoy drinks a bit more than before. Here, let me show you.” Filbert carried in his own large bag, heading towards Rocko’s table. Still a little nervous of Hef drinking alone in his house, Rocko followed his turtle friend to see what he had to offer. As Rocko came in, he saw an impressive amount of liquor on display before brining out a large bottle of bright pink stuff and a silver thing that came apart. “It’s called, “Drink mixing”. You take a bunch of drinks you like, mix them well and you can even pour in this stuff called grenadine. It makes drinks that taste really sour or bland, taste sooooo much better!” Filburt took out two bottles, pouring a generous amount of liquor into both and in a flash, displayed a lot of natural mixing moves that would have been done by a veteran bartender. He shook it side to side, throwing it in the air, sliding it around on his tummy and back sheel before sitting up and catching it before tipping it over and filling up a provided glass. To finish it off, he stabbed an olive with a toothpick and gently placed it inside, sliding it towards the still nervous Rocko. “I’ve been making these for my mother in law and she really likes them. I mixed in some sweet grenadine so you should be able to handle it pretty well.” Rocko held the glass in his hand. It smelled strong, shined brightly but had a nice airy cherry scent. Taking a deep breath, the reserved Wallaby chugged the contents of the glass in one go. Bitter, sweet and very alcoholic, it sent the shy wallaby head first to the floor like he took a right hook from a pro boxer in the ring after a very messy breakup. The rest of the night became a blur as he and the boys had the time of their lives. Heffer kept howling like a wolf, using one or Rocko’s spare shirts to helicopter it above his head while chugging away at the intense brew without a care in the world. Rocko and Fillburt shared a lot of laughs between them as they watched the intoxicated co-I mean steer, guzzle down the contents of his favorite bottle. Fillburt, despite his usual attitude, seeme to figuratively come out of his shell. He showed himself to be a natural wiz when it came to mixing drinks. All the while Rocko himself was having a good time himself. The boys laughed, watched some intense pay per view TV that Rocko splurged on, all while causing a ruckus that Mr.Bighead had to listen to while his wife slept like a tadpole in a lake of mud. The three of them raised so much noise that the house basically bounced back and forth like a big band was playing inside of it. By the time it was around ten or twelve, it had quieted down dramatically. Instead of being as loud as a bunch of friends getting drunk with each other, the party moved to something a lot more intimate. Rocko, innocent little Rocko, was being pinned down under Heffer and fucked like a rnadom bar hooker. Heffer grunted, snarled and moo’ed as he pumped the tight little hole from down under. Rocko whimpered and his face twisting between pain, nervousness and excitement as he felt the thick shaft of yellow meat poking and pushing in and out of his guts. Heffer didn’t give his friend any chance to get used to his size or length. In the middle of the boys drinking in the living room, a buzzed Rocko landed face first in his buddies lap. That’s when things started to get intense and how the two of them are currently on the floor, getting it on. The room filled to the brim with the stench of beer, wine, and hard liquor. Add that together with the smell of sweaty balls, approaching climaxes and the stink of eager men needing to get off turned the room into a pigsty of an orgy of possible regret. Like a dive bar invaded by a college dorm room after finals. “Fuck yeah! Ah, fuck! Rocko!” Heffer grunted, half in a daze but focused as he used his heavy frame. “Take it all! TAKE IT!” Heffer proved himself to be more of an Alpha Steer than his usual friendly demeanor would let on. Ridding his friend, power fucking the tight piece of ass like it was the last day alive. At least several inches in length and as thick as one of the many bottles thrown around the floor. Rocko took his hung friend better than expected. Usually a tight little virgin would be whining and crying but not Rocko. Maybe he had some experience that he never told his friends about but it certainly wasn’t on Heffer’s mind. All he cared about was getting some free ass to breed. Meanwhile, while all this is happening, Filburt was off to the side, watching his two bestest buddies going at it like rabbits. Was that racist? Ah well. It’s true anyway. He had brought a video camera, intending to record some fun shenanigans and instead has a front row seat of some bare balls deep fucking. The bigger Heffer not giving his friend any chance to breathe as he fucked every breath ouf of him. The room stunk of steer musk, dominating the smaller male in every way he can. Pressing down onto him with his weight, running him through like a skewer through a giant pig over a pit. He took advantage of the rare opportunity to let himself relax, decidingly NOT getting nauseous as he let his cock out from his shell. Curved and wide, his wife certainly enjoyed it whenever the two of them had their date nights. Filburt couldn’t beat Heffer in terms of length but had him beat by a mile in girth. Dark blue, at least several shades darker than his skin, it flared out like any turtle, bobbing and twitching for attention. With one hand on his camera, he stroked off to the exciting view. They switched positions. Heffer pulled Rocko from below him, putting him on his hands and knees and rutted him, doggy style. Sweat splashed around them like they were playing in a fountain. Rocko looked like his limbs had transformed into jelly, barely able to hold himself up but the smile on his face said it all: he loved it. Despite him being the usual level heard one in the group, he enjoy just being dominated and rough fucked by his best firend. “That’s it Hef, Fuck’em real good!” A slurred Filburt said, stroking off to the scene as he recorded it all. “God I can’t wait to-NO!!” At this point, the stuffy tortoise now noticed that he didn’t put in a fresh tape or even turn the camera on, too absorbed in the action. He hurried out of the room to his car, hoping that he has a spare waiting for him before things get even better. And kicking himself for missing a good portion of the action. ________________ “Okay, the camera rolling!” Rocko turned back to the camera, eyes half open in a dull gaze of lust as he licked up Heffers still hard cock. The camera caught the wallaby fingering his abused, puffy red hole, leaking the freshly deposited nut juice from his best friend. Just barely in view, there’s a trail of cum leaking from Rocko’s ass towards the edge of the bed. Previously, Rocko let himself be used like a bullseye byu Filburt, getting shot in the butt by thick bolts of cum that stuck to him like glue. Filburt was semi proud of himself, trying to aim without looking AND holding his camera to film the whole shoot, no pun intended. Ricko turned back to the now dizzy Heffer, laying in bed and trying to stay awake while Rocko served him. The near foot long dick, painted an off yellow color similar to the rest of Heff’s body but with his family jewels being a shade or two darker. Rocko licked and leaned off any residue that dared to land on them, earning another small volcanic aftershock cuming from the fat bell end. Rocko normally wouldn’t be this forward but the drinks had loosened him up dramatically. What footage that Heffer managed to get, proved that. Not done yet, the drunken mammal sniffed and breaked in the mind breaking musk of the fat steer. It made his head spin. Or maybe that was just the drink. Either way, it smelled truly grand. Heffer wasn’t the most hygienic cattle around but right now, he smelled like heaven. Pungent raw sex mixed with sweat and a recently finished climax was all his cock smelled like. Not to mention the tell tell scent of Rocko’s own stuffed ass. Every lick made his tongue tingle, every twitch reminded the drunken whore just how good it was to let go. To let himself get fucked and suck off the fat meat that tuened him into a right bitch to be used. He turned back to filburt. “Come on buddy,” Rocko slurred. “Come get a taste yourself.” “Ooo-o-okay.” The drunken turtle replied. After placing the camera on a nearby tripod he had drunkenly set up, Filburt went to join in on the fun. The camera caught the nervous turtle fumble about, trying to find Rocko’s entrance before finally hitting his mark. He didn’t quite fill the quote that Heffer did but Rocko didn’t mind. He was more focused on simply worshiping his more hung friend. Heffer’s cock just reeked, smelled more like punget and rancid sex. He loved it and couldn’t get enough. With his hips being rocked by the amphibian, all Rocko needed to do was sit back and take it while he slobbered all over Heffer’s knob. Spunky, Rocko’s little pup, watched off to the sidelines, unaware of what they were doing but sensing that Rocko himself was enjoying everything. He wanted to jump up and enjoy the fun like everyone else but his stubby little limbs could only let him jump on the edge of the bed and watch it all happen in front of him. Relaxing his gag reflex, Rocko forced the entire nearly footlong length into his throat, squeezing down on it with his vocal muscles and hearting a half awake Hef let out a satisfied “moo” of delight as the talented throater kept him in the soft mass of warm mouth pussy. Sweat had covered all three of them, heating the room up so much that even Spunky, lover of all things ripe and stinky, had to leave to get some fresh air. The boys on the other hand didn’t seem to mind the stink at all and indeed loved it. The pungent odor stuck to them like it does to a skunk. Filburt rocked his hips harder, hitting the back of Rocko’s already g-spot, punching the bundle of nerves over and over, forcing him to squirt onto his own bed and his eager balls needing some release. With his nose buried deep into his buddies crotch, Rocko didn’t need much more coaxing to let his load loose. Hef didn’t have much in terms of self control. With all the stimulation from before along with the constant attention, he blew a second heavy load of virile cum into his buddies gullet. The sound it made was like a water hose finally coming undone and letting it all come out. The heavy cream went straight into him, feeding the poor guy 20000% of his needed daily dose of protein. They weren’t the only ones to finish up. Filburt proved himself by giving the Wallaby quite the shock as he flooded his entrails similar to Hef. The shock made Rocko whimper like a bitch, holding onto his stomach with one free hand as he was being water ballowned from both ends. Turtle and steer cum swirled and mixed in with the ungodly amounts of alcohol already inside his belly, turning into a storm of disasters as both males finally came to the end of their climaxes. Slumped over, Rocko had to fight to hold it all in as Filber fell backwards onto the floor, snoozing away in his shell and Hef falling asleep from the climax. As much as he tried to hold it, it was too late. Rocko simply let the combined cream pie baking in his ass out, blasting the combined loads of his best friends onto his bed sheets, turning it into a sticky affair between friends and a problem for future Rocko to deal with. Just when everyone thought the party was over, Hef started to wake up again. Or better to say he started to sleepwalk. The alcohol mixed with his desires as a bull-I mean steer-caused him to wake up. He saw the sleeping buddy, naked, passed out and a puddle of cum sitting beneath him. His large nostrils huffed as he zeroed in on his breeding station. He could smell another male had used it and the beast inside him refused to let his cum dumpster be filled by anyone else but him. With whatever strength he has left, Heffer grabbed his friend and plunged him down onto his cock like a sex toy. Rocko could barely keep his eyes awake as he bounced on Heffers lap, taking every last inch of cock meat down to his balls. Again and again,t the tight seal around his cock squirted and leaked portions of the previously spent seed, spoiling and splashing about the bed. “Mine!” Hef growled, grappling the tight ass like it was daring to slip out of his hands. The whole time, the camera still kept rolling. While the director’s knocked up, sleeping and covered in a bit of his own jizz, the actors kept on going strong. Rocko’s cock didn’t stand a chance as he felt every bit of his balls being emptied by the massive cock, pressing on his prostate as a hail of sweat and assertive drool flung from Hef to the still drunk rocko’s face. The aggressive steer huffed and growled, feeling the third load of the night threatening to come out. He needed it to come out. To slather the poor, shy wallaby’s almost busted hole with a fresh load of potent baby batter. He didn’t need to wait long as veins formed on his forehead and the climax he wanted finally hit him like a ton of bricks. Rocko’s eyes bulged out like his belly as the heavy load forced its way into Rocko’s soaked gullet. Pungent cream flooded him from his ass to the base of his stomach, filling him up with more protein than an all you can eat meat buffet on half off wednesdays. Heffer kept Rocko all the way to the base, grunting hard and loud for the camera as his blue balls finally returned to their usual light yellow shade. His face relaxed and he fell right back to bed, Rocko still on his cock and back to obsessing over the fat slab of meat. Worshiping the thing as his flooded ass spewed a constant river of batter onto the bed and floor, leaking profusely onto the still sleeping Filburt’s shell. One hell of a night coming to one hell of an end. ________________