The Bet
"Mordecai! Rigby!" an angry voice calls from another room. The blue jay and raccoon are sitting on the sofa in the living room, playing their usual round of video games on their outdated console.
"You two are falling back into your laziness!" the angry voice calls again, coming closer.
Rigby looks to his best friend, Mordecai, and pauses the game, "The ol' gumball machine's at it again."
"Yeah... what'd we forget this time?" says Mordecai, putting down his game controller.
"Mordecai! Rigby! Get in here now!"
As Mordecai and Rigby enter the kitchen, they see their boss - a gumball machine man named Benson - with a red face and furrowed brows.
"How many times have I told you two to shovel the pathways around the park?!" Benson yells, pointing out the kitchen window to the yard of the park.
"About four times," Rigby snickers.
"Four! You listen long enough to count how many times I ask you, but you don't actually do it!" Benson hollers, "you both better get to it today or you're fired!"
"You always say that, but you never actually do it," Mordecai mumbles under his breath, "but I don't think we're up to chancing it..."
"Fine, we'll do it right now," Rigby scoffs, heading out the kitchen door into the snowy yard, picking up two shovels from the ground.
Mordecai follows, tossing a pair of earmuffs and a scarf to Rigby, putting on his own, "Alright, we don't have all day, so let's just get this done so Benson can get off our cases."
"We could make it interesting," Rigby smirks.
"No. I'm not doing another bet with you."
"I thought you were a blue jay..."
Mordecai starts to shovel the walkway to the house, "What does that have to do with betting?"
"Nothing... I just didn't know you were a chicken - thought you were a blue jay."
Mordecai stops shoveling briefly, soon continuing, "I'm not a chicken, Rigby, I just don't want to do another ridiculous bet. Besides, Margaret's gonna be over in three hours, I want to get this done."
"Okay, how about this then," Rigby kicks snow over Mordecai's shoveled areas.
"Hey! Rigby, cut it out!"
"Whoever can finish the most path ways in three hours... wins!" Rigby smirks.
"Ugh... wins what?"
"A slave. The loser has to be the winner's slave for the rest of the night and all day tomorrow!"
Mordecai stops and thinks a bit, imagining all the things he could make Rigby do for him - taking out the trash, cleaning their room, even shutting Benson up, making Rigby do all his work for him.
Mordecai nods and extends his wing, "Okay. You're on." With a handshake of agreement, the bet begins.
Mordecai and Rigby stand at the porch, their shovels ready to plow through snow.
"Ready?" Rigby asks, his tail in the air, "Three... two... one... go!"
Mordecai and Rigby dart off into the park, rapidly clearing pathways. Snow flies into the air as the two shovel faster and faster, trying to get their portions of the park cleared before the other can.
Pops and Skips come out of the house and stand on the porch. Pops smiles and claps lightly, "Oh my! Mordecai and Rigby sure are doing a great, speedy job! Good show, boys!"
"They're not even working," Skips says in his usual gruff voice, skipping down the steps and standing in the shoveled sidewalk. "The only reason those two would ever actually get a job done this fast is if it was beneficial to them."
"You mean like another bet?"
"I mean exactly like another bet," Skips sighs, turning around and skipping back into the house.
"Well, whoever wins... may the victor go the spoils!" Pops says, adjusting his little hat atop his large, round head, turning, and also going back inside.
Muscleman and High-Five Ghost watch as Rigby plows through the snow on the walk ways near them as they finish building small snow forts.
"Jeeze!" Muscleman grumbles, "Who stuffed snow in his underpants? Why's he shoveling so fast?"
"I'll bet Mordecai and Rigby have another bet going on," says High-Five Ghost.
"You know who else has another bet going on, Fives? My mom!"
"Ha ha!" Ghost laughs, "Those never get old!"
"Come on, forget those losers, let's get back to building our..." Muscleman looks at his fort, covered in snow as Mordecai shovels the walk way, piling snow, mound after mound onto Muscleman's snow fort.
"Mordecai! What the hell?"
"Huh? Oh... uh oh." Mordecai notices what he's done and puts down his shovel, "Hey... sorry man, Rigby and I are just..."
"I don't care what you losers are doing! I'm trying to build these forts with Fives on my day off, alright? Now fix it!" Muscleman scolds.
"But I have to..."
"Fix the fort or I'll turn you into cream of chicken!"
"Ugh... I... fine..." Mordecai sighs as he gets onto his knees and begins fixing the fort.
Rigby turns the corner, his shoveling crystal clear and clean, "What's the matter, Morde-cold?" he laughs, zipping down the path, shoveling flawlessly, "Got a little stuck in the snow? Get ready to wear knee pads tonight!"
"Knee pads?" asks Muscleman.
"He's probably going to make me clean that molded spot under his trampoline... thanks to you keeping me here, Muscleman."
"Shut it, Loser-cai!" Muscleman scolds.
Rigby makes it down to the center fountain in the park. Looking behind him, he sees that Mordecai is nowhere to be seen. Probably still dickin' around with that snow fort back there. Ha! I'm so going to win this thing!
Benson walks past Rigby with a half smile on his face, "Well! This is what I like to see - I don't think I've ever seen you work this hard - now if you guys would just do this when I asked, you could get a raise out of it."
"Thanks Benson, just trying to get my acres done before Mordecai."
"Setting an example - another great quality to keep, Rigby. See you inside - I'm ordering pizza for everyone tonight, any special requests?"
Rigby giggles, "Ah... well, I recall Mordecai saying he wanted to try a slice with anchovy and red peppers sometime. Me? Just pepperoni and cheese sounds good."
"Huh... well, alright! Keep up the good work, Rigby, don't slack off on the job - see you later!"
"See ya Benson! Ya overgrown kid's toy..."
Rigby finishes shoveling around the fountain and proceeds shoveling the paths leading to the bathrooms. After flicking the last pile of snow into the park's yard, Rigby looks back at his work.
"Perfect! There's no way Mordecai had a chance! Haha, speak of the devil," Rigby laughs as he sees Mordecai running up the shoveled paths. "Hey, Morde-cold! About time you showed up! I finished!"
Mordecai catches up to Rigby, panting and hunched over, "No... fair! I had...to..." Mordecai pants, breathing hard.
"Fair and square! There's no way anyone could have cheated. You had one goal and you lost!" Rigby slaps Mordecai on the back, playfully, "Looks like you're my slave for tonight and for all day tomorrow!"
"Fine... what are you gonna make me do?" Mordecai asks, crossing his wings.
"I'm gonna make you wear kneepads."
"That's it? That's stupid."
"That's not all. Let me think a little bit."
Mordecai and Rigby both head back home. Mordecai rolls his eyes, "If it's something stupid, I'm not doing it. I was just gonna make you clean and do my work."
"To each his own, Mordecai."
"I can't believe all that was left was a piece of anchovy and pepper pizza!" Mordecai scoffs, "That was the worst tasting thing ever!"
"Funny how things pan out," Rigby says innocently as he heads to Mordecai's dresser, rummaging through the bottom drawer.
"What are you looking for?"
"Those knee pads - we still gottem, right?"
"Should be in there - I don't need knee pads to clean, Rigby, I do it all the time."
"Oh, they aren't for cleaning," Rigby smirks, taking the knee pads out of the drawer, taking them to Mordecai and strapping them around both knees.
"Then... what are..."
"They're for kneeling."
"Kn-kneeling?"
Rigby pushes Mordecai to his hands and knees on the floor, "Keep that beak shut, too, Mordecai!"
"What are you doing?!" Mordecai calls, "Stop talking!" Rigby says, slapping Mordecai across the ass, causing small feathers to plume and fall out gently.
Rigby moves his fur around his groin, making his sheath visible. He laughs as he strokes himself, urging his fat cock to grow. His cock manages to reach three inches as he strokes, all the while, Mordecai can't believe his eyes.
"Rigby, what the hell are you doing?! This is crazy! I-I'm not that way! You know that! I... Margaret will be..."
Rigby backs up to their closet, opening the door, "You mean... this pretty little thing?" Margaret falls out of the closet, tied up around her torso, ankles, and beak. Her clothes are nowhere to be seen, showing off her supple breasts through the ropes.
Mordecai blushes and gasps, "M-Margaret!"
"Now we're going to have a lot of fun, Mordecai, so don't spoil anything. Just do as you're told, slave."
Rigby ties Mordecai's ankles together, and with a spare piece of rope, manages to tie it around Mordecai's neck, tying the other end to the foot of the bed to keep him on his knees.
"There, now this'll be easier for both of us," Rigby laughs, looking back at Margaret, who is struggling and mumbling, unable to get free.
"Eh, shut up and enjoy the show, Margaret. Come on, Mordecai, you have a bet to own up to!"
Without hesitation, Rigby slams his cock into Mordecai's tight ass, making him scream in pain.
"Rigby! Get... out! This isn't cool, dude!"
"I said stop talking!" Rigby shouts again, slapping Mordecai's ass as he thrusts deeper into his tight hole, his balls meeting Mordecai's.
"R-Rigby!" Mordecai grunts in pain, gritting his teeth as he looks back at Margaret who is sobbing and wriggling within the ropes.
"Admit it, you like this stuff, don't you, fag?" Rigby teases, slamming his cock into Mordecai's frail body, "Ooh, yeah! And this is why all the ladies love me, bro!"
"Why are... you... doing this?" Mordecai gasps, feeling Rigby's rod fill his anus, feeling embarrassed for himself, knowing Margaret is bound in the room as well. Mordecai hangs his head, grits and bares the discomfort as he feels his own erection begin to peek through his feathers.
"Oh, ho ho! Looks like Mordo likes this after all! Doesn't surprise me," Rigby says in a snarky tone, "I am the park's biggest stud, mgh, after all!"
Mordecai can't find the words to say, instead, he continues hanging his head, waiting and hoping for it to all be over soon.
"Mordecai!" Margaret called from behind. The cardinal had broken out of the ropes and grabbed Rigby by the shoulders, "Stop it! Get off of him!"
"Hey, you bitch! Can't you see I'm busy?" Rigby scoffs, pushing Margaret away, making her stumble and fall.
"Please! Stop! T-take me instead!" Margaret cries.
"No way, Mordo lost the bet!"
"I... he can't take it! Please, Rigby... I'll... I'll tell Eileen how... g-great you are."
"Yeah? Hmm... Alright." Rigby says, deviously, "Before we do that..." Rigby rips his cock out of Mordecai's ass, making him moan and groan with pain.
"W-why are you doing this?" Mordecai gasps.
"Eh, you lost the bet - are you deaf? Haha, God, Mordecai... anyway... where is it?" Rigby says, stepping away, his cock dripping with precum all over the wood floor. Rigby steps over Margaret and into the closet.
Margaret crawls over to Mordecai, placing a wing on his back, "Are you alright? I mean... of course you're..."
"Get... out of here," Mordecai whispers.
"I'm not leaving you!"
"Leave, Margaret! I... can't risk... you..."
Mordecai feels a ring clasp around his neck. It's a collar.
"I ordered it a week ago - thought it'd be a pretty cool prank to play on Pops, but this seems like a much better use!" Rigby laughs.
"Wh-what is that?!' Margaret panics, observing the black, metal collar with a glowing red circle on the front.
"This is the ShoCollar 3000!"
"No way... dude... this shocks people into paralysis! You can't paralyze me! I thought we were friends, then you go and pull this sh--agh!"
Rigby points a small remote at the collar, pressing a button and laughing, "I can adjust this from one to ten! Right now, it's set on three. If you don't do what I say... zzzap!"
Mordecai falls limp to the floor, his head resting on Margaret's lap.
Margaret looks up to Rigby, tears in her eyes, "Please, either let us go... or just use me and get this over with."
"Man, everyone's craving my dick today! That's the life of a stu-u-ud!" Rigby cheers for himself, soon untying Mordecai's ankles so he can turn around to sit.
"Mordecai, you ready?" Rigby laughs, "Now's your chance to show Margaret how you _really_feel."
"R-Rigby... please just let us go, man, you're being crazy!" Mordecai scolds before being shocked by the collar.
"Ah, ah ah! You do what I say tonight and tomorrow, slave! So, for interrupting, bend back over!"
"Rigby, cut it ou-aagh!" Mordecai says, being shocked again, "Okay! Okay I'm doing it..."
Once Mordecai bends over, his neck still tied to the bed, he feels his ass get penetrated again with Rigby's fat cock. This time, Rigby doesn't waste time. He thrusts hard and fast, pulling at Mordecai's feathers and clawing at his sides, groaning and moaning as his cock is shoved further into Mordecai's tight ass.
"Oh, man! I'm gonna bust! I'm cumming, dude! I'm... uugh!" Rigby holds it off as much as he can as Margaret sits, watching in horror, not sure what to do.
Margaret blushes as she sees Rigby cum all over Mordecai, and looking down, she can see her feathers getting a bit damp. No way... this can't be turning me on!
"I see Margaret's feeling a little left out," Rigby laughs, looking at Margaret's damp feathers. "Mordecai! You should let Margaret know how you feel, now. Come on over here."
Mordecai complies and crawls as far as the rope will let him. He sits on his knees at Rigby's side, trying not to look at Margaret.
"Lick her pussy." Rigby demands.
"W-what?!" Mordecai gasps, looking up immediately, looking embarrassed at Margaret.
"I said... lick... her pussy."
"I... dude! I can't do that! I..."
"Do it!" Rigby laughs, pressing the button to the collar, shocking Mordecai into submission again.
Mordecai crawls his way to Margaret, whispering, "I'm so sorry... Margaret, I'm really, really sorry."
"It's okay, Mordecai... I forgive you... and... you don't have a choice. Looks like neither of us do." Margaret holds up her wrist, showing Mordecai that she is wearing a bracelet that works the same way as the collar, looking similar as well.
"Stop yammering and do what I said!" Rigby plugs a small USB drive into the remove and presses the button to shock Mordecai - instead, they both get shocked.
In unison, the birds moan in pain. Margaret falls off her knees to her rear, looking at Mordecai, blushing and looking a bit scared.
"I'll be careful... I'm so sorry..." Mordecai says as he crawls closer to Margaret, leaning his head down and catching the scent of her wet feathers.
"Lick her pussy, Mordecai! Lick one or be one!" Rigby taunts, approaching him and shoving his head downward, causing Mordecai's beak to come into contact with Margaret's pussy.
His tongue slips out, licking up Margaret's wet slit. He can feel her shiver beneath his tongue as her clitoris begins to show through her labia. Is... she enjoying this?
Margaret looks down and blushes, then watches as Rigby positions himself behind Mordecai once again, slamming his cock into Mordecai's ass.
The thrusting force causes Mordecai to lick deeper into Margaret's pussy, making her wetter as she stifles her moans. I... I can't let them know I like this! Ugh, what's wrong with me? Please let Mordecai be okay after today...
Mordecai mumbles as his beak is pressed further into Margaret's pussy, the tip of his beak is slowly pushed inside of her. Margaret moans as she feels the penetration of his beak, a bit of blood dripping down to his mouth.
"A-aagh!" Margaret moans, wincing a little at the small pain, "M-my... virginity... it's... gone now."
"Wo-ho-hoa, Mordo!" Rigby laughs as he slams in and out of Mordecai's ass, his fur getting sweaty, "Looks like you popped her cherry! That's my man!"
"Margaret... I'm sorry! I...nngh! Mmghff!" Rigby shoves Mordecai's head back down to Margaret's pussy, forcing him to lick her slit, juices and all.
"M-Mordecai... I... I'm gonna... mmgh! Please... don't... err..."
Rigby laughs as he tugs at Mordecai's feathers, "Make her cum, bro! Do it! Do it! It'll be awesome!" He slams his cock into Mordecai's ass and all Mordecai can concentrate on is the pain in his stomach, and Margaret's virginity - lost to him.
Mordecai blocks the world out for a moment. His stomach stirs with every thrust Rigby forces, and his beak is covered in Margaret's juices and blood. He tunes it all out - even those.
I need to get out of this... how do... oh no... m-my dick! It's... this isn't turning me on... I don't... what the... Mordecai comes to, noticing that Margaret is stroking him off with her feet.
Margaret moans, stifling her pleasure, "Mordecai... please... just do what Rigby says... or... or we'll get shocked." Please don't stop, Mordecai... it feels so good... It feels so... right!
Mordecai thrusts lightly against the force of Margaret's feet, helping Rigby to penetrate a little deeper. Mordecai can't help but release shivering moans as he licks Margaret's clit, sending her into an uncontrollable frenzy.
"Mordecai! Oh... God, Mordecai... right there!" Margaret screams as she tilts her head back, her feet stroking Mordecai's cock even faster.
"Margaret... If you keep... doing... nnegh! That... I'll... I'm gonna cum!" Mordecai stammers, taking the force of Rigby's cock, hearing the slapping of the flesh of their balls.
"See? I knew it'd be fun - I'm always right anyway! Now... Margaret..." Rigby moans, sweating and panting, "Open up!"
Rigby pulls his cock out of Mordecai's ass and cums all over the birds, coating their feathers in his sticky seed, "Aaww yeah! That feels awesome!"
"Rigby... please! You've had your fun... now can we..." Mordecai groans.
"Shut up, slave!" Rigby says, slapping Mordecai's ass, knocking him forward. "Margaret... why don't you come on over here?"
Nervous and afraid, Margaret stands up, walking over her blood droplets on the floor. Rigby sits up on Mordecai's bed, patting the available space next to him. Margaret complies to the gesture, sitting next to the raccoon, covering her breasts with her wings.
"Now, now, no need to be shy!" Rigby laughs, "Why don't you bend over like Mordecai is, hm?"
"Rigby... don't you touch her!" Mordecai scolds, standing slowly, his body aching.
Rigby presses the shock button, shocking both of the birds, "You really want to punish Margaret for you being a sore loser? That's not cool, man."
"Dude, what's not cool is you using us for some sexual fetish thing!" Mordecai scolds before Rigby presses the button again.
"M-Mordecai... it's okay." Margaret sighs, a tear falling from her cheeks.
Rigby smiles at Margaret with a perverse grin, "Okay, Margie... spread that pussy open and let me see ya play with it, or I'll shock you both!"
Sniffling, Margaret does as she is ordered. She reaches under herself and spreads her pussy open, rubbing and petting at her clit, once in a while slipping a finger inside herself, trying her best not to moan.
"Yeah, that's it... that's a good girl, heh!" Rigby laughs, standing up on the bed and slamming his cock inside her. "Mordecai! Get over here and lick my ass!"
"N-no way... I... I mean... why... when... uh..."
"Do I need to shock you?" Rigby scolds, holding up the controller as he slams his cock into Margaret, stuffing his chubby little cock into her wet pussy.
"N-no... okay..." Mordecai says shakily as he approaches Rigby, lifting his tail and squeezing his eyes shut. He slowly runs his tongue along Rigby's asshole, slipping his tongue inside and pulling back out.
"Yeah, just like that! Now masturbate while you do it! Show me you like it, dirty slave!" Rigby laughs, gripping Margaret's tail feathers in his fist, slamming himself into her harder and harder.
Margaret's moans get louder, filling Mordecai's ears. The sounds of feathers and fur colliding only made the situation worse. Mordecai does as he's told and grips his long, hard cock, stroking with his soft feathers up and down his pulsating rod.
Mordecai continues licking Rigby's asshole as he pushes and pulls Margaret on his cock, rather than thrusting. It's much less work for Rigby.
"R-Rigby... I'm... gonna cum..." Margaret squeals quietly, "I... I can't hold it..."
"Cum on my cock, bitch! I want it all over my fur!" Rigby moans, returning to thrusting hard, slamming against Margaret's G-Spot, making her upper body fall downward to the bed as she screams in the sheets.
"I'm... I'm cumming! I ca-can't... aa-agh! Unng!" Margaret cums hard, covering Rigby from chest to toe in her hot juices, making his cock slip out all too easily.
"Oh, damn! I'm gonna cum, too!" Rigby moans, stroking his cock along with Mordecai, faster and harder, soon, releasing his seed all over Margaret's back and Mordecai's sheets.
Mordecai strokes harder, watching Margaret's pussy leak onto his bed. Licking Rigby's ass, he tastes Margaret's cum slip down Rigby's balls and onto his tongue. He rips his tongue from Rigby's ass and groans.
"I'm... I'm gonna cum! I need... I can't hold...aagh! Mmgh! God! Margaret!" Mordecai can't stop himself as his shaft sprays his seed all over the floor, coating the feathers on his belly in cum.
Rigby removes the collar and bracelet from the birds and smirks. Watching Mordecai wad up the sheets, covered in his own cum, he laughs.
"Man, you shoulda seen the look on your face!"
"What... dude, just leave me alone!"
"Come on, you liked it... Margaret tasted good, didn't she? Admit it! Admit it, Mordo-o-o-o!"
"I... I don't want to talk right now."
Mordecai locks himself in the bathroom, running the shower as he looks down at his chest. A spot of blood lay on his feathers. I took her virginity. Margaret...