Memes. We all know them, we all love them, and they have a special place in our heart. No matter what name you call them, little spicies, maymays, or the less popular variation memays, their importance in pop culture cannot be overstated. Randall put his pen down and cast a cursory glance around the coffee shop. His eyes were immediately drawn to the hulking four legged figure, and then to the… alluring red mass that hung underneath it.

He shook his head, staring at the mass with wonder. He gasped, taken aback as it turned its veiny body towards him and looked into his eyes. "Who the fuck are you looking at" it said in a squeaky, angry voice. Its thick mained host continued ordering at the counter.

Unable to maintain his composure, Randall broke eye contact with the strangle little… being. "Uhh" he squeaked out, blushing. The penis smirked, and tugged the gimp horse over to the table Randall was sitting at. He looked over at the two uneasily, pressing himself against the wall.

The penis cleared the table with one flick of his long, flexible arm, casting all of Randalls books and notes on the floor. Randalls eyes open, and he starts to feel something swirl in his gut. He glares across the table at the strange, unknown penis. The penis stared back with an assured and confident smirk on his face. Damn you Randall he thought to himself angrily never standing up for yourself, always too scared, too shy.

The penis spoke up and broke the silence. "The name's Fungus, Fungus Chungus. Nice to meet you."

Randalls eyes widened in surprise. The Chungus family name was an old one indeed. One known for a history of poise and culture. They had came here on the Mayflower. "Uhh, my names Randall Boggs. It's a pleasure."

"Not yet" Fungus said, smirking back. "But it will be." Randall gasped quietly, his face reddening in shame as he felt his dick twitch in his pants.

The horse neighed something, and Fungus grinned, saying something back in some sort of inaudible snake tongue. He reached one of his red noodle arms over under the table, caressing Randalls bulge sensually. He shivered in wet anticipation, silently bucking his hips up to the touch. Chuckling sensually, Fungus wordlessly led Randall to the bathroom, his horse host clopping happily behind him.

Locking the door with a quiet click, Fungus slid his giant cock out of his sheath. Randall looked on in shocked horror, "I.. i can't possibly take all that…"

Fungus looked up at him with a sadistic grin. "You don't have a choice bitch. You're mine for the night." Randall gulped, and looked at the camera. He knew his ass was about to get destroyed.