Regular Show

"Dude I am telling you her tits were OUT!"

"And I'm telling you you're insane!" yelled the lanky blue jay. Mordecai and Rigby had been loudly arguing between The Coffee Shop and The Park. The raccoon one had picked up a notebook another customer left, and had written some horny nonsense down before becoming convinced it was real. The one that made Mordecai drag him out was when he yelled fully-confident that the baristas, Margaret and Eileen, were walking around the shop completely nude. They were lucky the two were focused on other customers and didn't hear them— the same could not be said for the general public.

A police officer on the street overheard the incoming sex-talk, and made it his duty to butt in. He put a strong hand on each man's shoulder, and maintained a stoic, unreadable stare forward. "Excuse me gentlemen," said the mustached, sunglasses-wearing buzzkill, "but you are on a public street! Keep talking about sex, and I'll arrest you for disturbing the peace!" His eyes drifted between the two; first glance went towards the blue jay that was slightly shorter and already panicking. The second went towards the waist-height raccoon, who was more focused on writing something in the notebook he was carrying.

"So let's take this back to your place, alright boys~?" said the prostitute in her faux-cop costume. Her boobs stretched out the crop top to the point her areolas peaked out. Their dark brown matched well with the lip gloss on her thick lips. She took off her sunglasses, revealing some shiny jade eyes, and put them on Mordecai's face. She adjusted the shorts that clutched up into her vagina, before wrapping her arm around her blue client.

Likewise, Rigby adjusted the sunglasses given to him by the Hooker and walked her to the House, notebook in underarm. He was absolutely rock hard, decent 4 in. dick poking out of his fur, and only focused on banging the Cop-turned-Slut. As they passed the gate and onto dirt ground, he passed by their two fri-.... coworkers, Muscle Man and Hi-Five Ghost.

"Hyugh hyugh hyugh, are you guys actually bringing a hooker into the House? Benson's going to get pissed!"

"Rel-AX Muscle Man," said Mordecai, who was letting the brunette give his 5 inches a handjob, "it's only a problem if he finds oouut."

"Are you sure you can get to the The House before blowing it?" pseudo-whispered Hi-Five Ghost, more reasonably concerned. "Someone might try and report you again for 'public indecency' if you leave your dicks out, let alone see you cum."

"Well it's not like we can hide them," pointed out Rigby. He and his bro had nothing on besides a rough inch of fur/feathers. Outside of special occaisons, clothes were just a waste of time, "and besides, the Park was on our side with that uptight mom."

"Because you weren't touching yourselves."

"Well, we aren't touching ourselves here either. Miss..."

"You can just call me Your Wet Dream~" said the Hooker, before gripping on Mordecai's dick and making him cum. She kept most of the bird's fluid in her hand, and promptly began licking it off.

"Miss Dream is jerking us."

"Come ON Fives!" yelled Muscle Man, throwing falling branches off the path and into a wagon, "Let's just leave these bozos and get paid! We can pay a girl to hook up with you afterwards!"

Despite the insulting nature, Fives knew his bro was just joking around. He also knew, despite joking around, there was no real way for him to make a comeback. In the end, he picked up some sticks in front of the trio and went off with Muscle Man.

Rigby thought about changing one of them, if not both of them. His balls were really blue from talking to them, and The Park was a real sausage fest...

Just then, "Your Wet Dream" scruffled the top of Rigby's head. Looking at her, he saw a dripping wet patch over her camel toe. She gently grazed it, and a small fountain welled around her fingers. Rigby had never thought about doing anything like cunningulus, but the moment she put her fingers in his mouth, he wanted nothing more than to eat her pussy. The three of them continued their walk, hoping that no one and no thing interrupts them.