"Look, I don't know what you two have been gettin' up to in here for six months, but it's time to come home." A raspy voice said. "It's Skips. Open up and let me in before the forest witch sees me."

"Oh no dude, it's Skips!" Rigby hurried over to the pair's bed and grabbed a wrinkled, brown sheet to cover himself with, "Put on some pants or something before he sees!"

"Right!" Mordecai nodded and ran over and took the flower-print comforter from the bed and quickly wrapped it around his lower body. He shifted a bit to better conceal his excited tool, loosening the wrap around his front. "Uh, come in!"

The door opened with a click, and the familiar white yeti skipped in. He quietly closed the door behind himself and turned his attention immediately to the bedspread-clad duo. The two tried their best to hide their erections from the horseplay earlier until they would subside. Mordecai stood awkwardly, unable to make eye contact with his snow-colored friend.

"Alright you two, let's make this quick and get you guys outta here before she comes to check on you again." Skips spoke with an urgent tone. "I've only got a few minutes left before she'll be able to detect my presence in here."

"Dude we are so glad to see you." Mordecai said, smiling. "We thought we'd never get to leave."

"Dude hold on!" Rigby's eyes widened. "We can't go back. If we do, she'll kill all of us!"

"I wouldn't worry about that if I was you." Skips spoke grimly. "We can seal her outta our world but it has to be soon. So let's go!"

Rigby fidgeted; something in him was telling him to stay. He wanted to go home at first, but as time went on he started to like how things were. He was always with his best friend, he never had to work, he could have any kind of sex he wanted thanks to Natura being there, and he was promised that he'd never age as long as he stayed. The more he thought about his current situation and compared it to his previous one, the less he wanted to go back. There was no need to prepare for the future in here, or clean up after himself, or anything. With an enchanted word from Natura, all their messes and problems would be dealt with. Considering how he had met her, he was surprised to find that he had grown so fond of her.

Not only that, but he had also grown more fond of his best friend- Mordecai. While they were in The Everwood, he had every excuse to do whatever he wanted with Mordecai and he never had to worry about losing that. Along with his desire to stay, his fear of losing that bond with Mordecai grew as well. Even with Mordecai not being the best fuck out there, Rigby had grown to crave the feeling of his soft touch and the occasional surprise grab or prod while they weren't engaged in any sexual behavior. And when Natura desired it, she would make Mordecai fuck Rigby amazingly with a whisper of her magic. The memory of his hot breath against Rigby's neck and ears was enough to make Rigby's toes curl.

"Come on, dude." Mordecai walked over to where Skips stood and faced the raccoon boy. "Don't look so spaced out at a time like this, we need to go."

"W-Wait!" Rigby stood in front of the bed, several feet from the others and much farther away from the cabin door. "Mordecai, do you really want to go?"

"Of course I do." Mordecai said. "Don't you miss our friends and all that stuff?"

"What about this stuff here?" Rigby frowned. "The immortality, the complete lack of responsibilities, the free food and stuff! And all the rest of the stuff that we can do here!"

"That stuff's cool and all, but I'm sure everyone is worried about us." Mordecai shrugged. "Plus, I don't know if I'd want to live forever if it meant spending it in some forest. It'd be way too boring."

"Dude, come on!" Rigby pleaded. "We've got it made here!"

"Stay if you want, I guess." Mordecai said. "I want to go home and have a grilled cheese or something."

"C'mon Rigby, this ain't the time to be playin' games." Skips said firmly. "We only have a bit more time left."

"Fine!" Rigby pouted and walked over to his two friends. He knew he couldn't let Skips find out what had really happened there, but it seemed like Mordecai was playing it all off a bit too cool. It really did seem like had zero desire to stay in the forest, and it drove Rigby nuts.

"Alright, hold on tight." Skips held out what appeared to be an amethyst orb about the size of a tennis ball. When the two took his hands a brilliant light shone forth from the crystal, bathing the shack in an intense purple glow before dissolving their surroundings into nothingness and flinging them into what they understood to be the cosmos itself. Rigby tightened his grip on Skips' hand while they jettisoned across plains of existence on the way back to their own.

Eventually, the cosmic backdrop was replaced by the familiar sights and sounds of the park at night. The trio landed directly in front of Mordecai and Rigby's home, Skips landing on his feet while the other two gracelessly fell on their faces. The others must have all been sleeping by this point, as it was very clearly past midnight.

"I'll perform the sealing ritual now." Skips said. "It'd be best if you two went inside for this, I need to focus."

"Wait," Rigby said, still pouting. "How did you get to us, anyway?"

"I did some research in the time yous were gone." Skips said plainly. "We can talk about all that tomorrow. For now, I need to seal the portal she was using to get into our world."

"Right." Mordecai said, turning to walk inside and then looking back. "Thanks for the help, Skips. We owe you big."

"Forget about it."

The pair didn't say a word on the way to their room. Still clad in their towels, Rigby found himself sneaking peeks at his friend's lap in hopes of seeing some form of bulge swaying with Mordecai's steps. From what he could see, Mordecai had covered his unnatural manhood quite effectively with the comforter.

When they finally closed the door to their room behind them, Rigby sighed loudly. He turned his head side to side, scanning the room they had left vacant for six months. It seemed as though it was being kept in the same condition as before, meaning the others had probably been looking quite hopefully for them. Even the mess of clothes and old soda cans had remained untouched, almost as though no time had passed in this particular space at all.

` Rigby

"What, dude?" Mordecai asked. "You're acting weirder than usual."

"Does this mean we can't have sex anymore?" Rigby asked with a subtle panic building in his voice. "I mean, it's cool if we can't!"

"Relax, man." Mordecai chuckled. "Is that really what this is all about?"

"Hm!" Rigby nodded sheepishly. "You were acting way too cool with all this when Skips showed up."

"Exactly, dude." Mordecai disrobed, his rich, blue manhood mostly soft by this point. "Ac. Ting. I'm still down to fuck you, as long as you're cool with me still liking Margaret."

"Yeah, that's cool." Rigby nodded in compliance. It wasn't as though he could ever lose Mordecai to anyone, anyway. They were best friends, after all. "It's not like I have any reason to get jealous or anything. I just like when we mess around and stuff."

"Sweet, dude." He approached the raccoon boy and placed a feathered hand on the side of his neck. "Wanna blow me or something?"

Without a word, Rigby responded to the weight of his friend's hand gently pulling him closer to his semi-erect dick. There was no need for Rigby to kneel, as they had long since realized that he was the perfect height to give his friend head while standing. Rigby placed a hand on either side of Mordecai's body and allowed himself to be pulled all the way in. Initially accepting the very tip of the jay man's warm, fleshy cock into his mouth. Slowly taking all of the stiffening shaft into his mouth, and when it became harder, his throat. As much as he liked getting blown himself, he could hardly pretend he didn't enjoy this just as much.

To his surprise, Mordecai placed both hands firmly on Rigby's head. At first it felt like he was simply stroking his fur, but it grew more apparent that this was not the case when Mordecai grasped Rigby's sensitive, round ears as though they were handle bars and pulled him in.

"You like this, right?" Mordecai asked almost sheepishly, not relinquishing his grip. "Like, uh, you like when I shove it down your throat, right?"

"Mmhm!" Rigby hummed his response as best he could with Mordecai's dick buried so deep inside him. He held tight the top of Mordecai's legs for stability while he choked down the thick member with tears building in his eyes.

"Cool!" Mordecai smiled nervously, looking away. Despite his verbal awkwardness, he was now actively humping his friend's face while holding him in position with an iron grip. He gasped and groaned every few seconds, plunging his cock viciously in and out of the raccoon boy's fuckhole. "Oh fuck that's good…"

Rigby choked and gasped as the fucking became increasingly intense. His well-endowed partner was almost too much to handle, try as he might to take it all like a seasoned veteran. Up until now, every time Rigby had blown Mordecai, he was in complete control while Mordecai did his best to be as non-reactive as possible.

Rigby began to frantically tap on Mordecai's leg to signal he needed to come up for air.

"Sorry!" Mordecai let Rigby's ears go and withdrew his penis from the smooth, wet hole. "You okay, dude?"

Rigby coughed, "Yeah man, you just caught me off guard is all."

"Oh, sorry." Mordecai laughed and rubbed the back of his own head anxiously.

"Chill out, dude." Rigby said, frowning with a piqued brow. "This is what I mean: You get so weird about things when you're in control. You're all awkward and stupid every time. It actually kind of reminds me of another time you get like this."

"Dude shut up!" Mordecai's voice cracked.

"Make me." Rigby crossed his arms, a smug grin plastering his face after issuing such a challenge.

"You asked for it, dude…" Mordecai lurched forward and gripped Rigby's ears again, tightly and painfully this time and without relenting. When Rigby let out a surprised yelp, Mordecai wasted no time in ramming his engorged cock down the loudmouth's throat. Rigby squirmed in a panic at first, but the much taller and stronger man had no difficulties in subduing him.

"Gluck!" Rigby choked between hard thrusts.

"Sorry dude," Mordecai pummeled his helpless friend's face. "You're gonna have to speak up."

The resistance stopped fairly quickly, and Rigby could be heard moaning slightly between gags and coughs. His eyes were totally glossed over from the pleasure he felt in being treated this way by his friend for what was truly the first time. He had Mordecai's dick rammed down his throat in such a vigorous manner a few times before, but never when it was actually Mordecai in control of his own actions. The fact that he was moaning like a slut in while choking on his friend's cock in front of said friend made Rigby a bit uncomfortable, but not nearly enough to make him consider stopping.

Rigby stuck his tongue out as far as he could in an effort to lick part of Mordecai's swinging balls at the apex of each thrust. His efforts seemed rewarded when he received a gentle tickle to his right ear, which sent surges of pleasure through his head. In turn, this made him want to continue doing so with ever-growing desperation. The act of setting his tongue out as far as he had meant that his throat opened significantly, allowing Mordecai to slam his junk even further down. Mordecai gasped as his cock bottomed out inside his friend and held the position for as long as it appeared that Rigby could take it.

"Fuck!" Mordecai gasped, trying to keep his voice down at least somewhat. "That's the good stuff, man. Keep it down there for me!"

Rigby steeled his will against every impulse his body was sending to reject the foreign object from its fleshy den. With one final thrust, Rigby felt a familiar hot sensation fill his mouth and then his nasal passage. He choked and gagged more and more with every hot spurt of cum, trying desperately to keep it all down. A few seconds passed, and the shots had slowed to a trickle of cum drooling from the still-hard cock.

"Whoa…" Mordecai panted, loosening his grip on Rigby's ears. The room was nearly spinning from how powerful that orgasm was. "That was wicked-awesome."

"Yeah…" Rigby hacked away, his abused throat finally taking the chance to work out its need to gag and cough.

"Dude!" Mordecai's eyes widened drastically when they gazed upon Rigby's cum-covered muzzle. "You've got cum coming out your nose!"

"WHAT?" Rigby quickly covered his nose with both hands. "Stop looking!"

Mordecai turned away from his frantic pal and flopped down onto his bed. He picked up a stray sock that had been left on his sheets and used it to wipe the rest of the slimy residue from his tool. Only then did the thought occur to him: How did anyone know to look for them when they were trapped in the Everwood?

"Yo!" Rigby frowned, still wiping cum from his face. "Don't just go to sleep without getting me back!"

"Dude, did you ever wonder how the others found us?" Mordecai rolled over to look at Rigby who was standing a few feet away from his bedside. "Like, no one was supposed to remember what happened to us or anything."

"Don't try to change the subject!" Rigby fumed. "I want my blowjob!"

"Dude I'm serious!" Mordecai sat up. "And keep your voice down when you say that stuff."

"And I've seriously got a raging Rigbone going on here."

"If I blow you, will you shut up and listen to what I have to say after?" Mordecai said, exasperated by his friend's adamancy.

"Yeah sure, whatever." Rigby moved in closer and sat beside Mordecai on the bed. "You. Floor. Now."

"Ugh…" Mordecai rolled his eyes before doing as ordered. He took his spot on the creaky floor between Rigby's legs and awkwardly positioned his face so as not to stab his friend with his beak. "So, uh, how were you expecting this to work again?"

"Aw man, I forgot about that…" Rigby frowned and let out a frustrated groan. "Just go get ready to get fucked. I'll wait here."

"Dude, I'm tired." Mordecai stood back up. "Besides, you totally owed me that anyway."

"But-"

"Rigby!" Mordecai barked, "Just shut up and listen to me for a sec! This whole thing is really weird and there's a lot that doesn't make sense. Why was our room the same as when we left? How did Skips find us? Why did he even remember that we were kidnapped and not just think we got tired and quit?"

"I don't know," Rigby shrugged, "Maybe she just messed up or something."

"That doesn't explain anything, man."

As Mordecai paced back and forth before Rigby, a shrill sound rang through their ears. Rigby braced against the intrusive noise, folding his ears down under his hands and gritting his teeth. The pair shouted reflexively against whatever was causing the nearly deafening pitch. As the sound became more and more offensive, the room began to shake violently as though rocked by some great tremor. Cracks began to form on the walls, then the floorboards, and then things that shouldn't be able to have cracks such as the clothing on their floor.

"What's going on?!" Rigby screamed over the sounds of chaos around them.

"I don't know!" Mordecai gripped the side of the bed as the cracks in the world around them spread like a plague.

The cracked areas began to crumble into a starry abyss, turning into a vortex that threatened to swallow everything. As the walls broke apart, there was no outside world- just more cosmic nothingness. It was as though the room they were in had been isolated from all outside intervention by some powerful force. The bed itself began to crumble as through made of stone. Rigby's grip slipped, and the abyss promptly pulled him in despite his best efforts to cling to what was left of the shattering space.

"Rigby!" Mordecai cried out. Without hesitation, he let go of the headboard he had been clinging to and chased his friend into the vortex. Before long, the entire room had been broken to pieces and scattered through the dark landscape of nothingness.