Mitch took yet another long swig of his fourth martini, his brain sloshing around his skull like a rubber duck in a fishbowl. His face blazed with blush as he laughed at another one of Midas' wisecracks about how bored and miserable the bar's staff looked.

"GAHAHAH, YEAH DUDE!! Fuckinnm hell, you gotta feel bad for em, cause, YOU KNOW!!" He gestured wildly towards them.

"It's uhh, Saturday night! Everyone should be having the time of their lives!! And they're just forced to watch people dance while they make fuckin drinks in suits...SUITS!! Why would anyone want to see a suit at a clud...club...yeah! I'd love to see a bartender in a stripper's outfit instead!"

"Hah, yeah, I get the professionalism but I'd appreciate if they'd lighten up a little..." Midas chuckled as he watched his very drunk friend make an even bigger fool of himself.

He'd have to it, the tropical bird knew how to put on a show wherever he went. Flashy colors, feminine hips, even arching his back and lifting his tail at an annoyed bouncer.

"Yeahhh wellll...I wish there was something we could do to lighten up their mood y'knowwww?" The macaw whined as he slammed his head against the decorative RGB table they were sitting at. "Something to get them to smile!"

Midas looked at the bird fluff up again, his lips curling up into a smile as a devious thought crossed his mind.

Could they? I'm sure they wouldn't care. Mitch DEFINITELY wouldn't. It's what? Like 2 in the morning? Maybe if they were quick...

Before he could really think, the emerald shark's hands slid up to Mitchell's supple blue bird butt, giving them a firm, playful knead

After all, this wasn't their first public rodeo...

"A-ah...!?" Mitch's eyes widened while his ass was gripped and played with, making his heart race as Midas kneaded and squished, making the parrot's back arch instinctively.

"S-shit...didn't think you'd be my first catch of the night..." He giggled nervously as his shorts were pulled down, exposing his faintly glowing sunset colored hole.

"Can a homie not have a right to stuff a bird bro in need?" He smiled even wider, his teeth forming sawblades. "Your body doesn't seem to be against the idea."

The parrot squawked weakly in protest as the shark gripped his waist while climbing up the table, pushing his cock out of his clothes and resting it on the needy hole. Some gasps came from around them, the occasional "oh shit" and "holy fuck look at ____."

But no one was stopping them, not even the bartender directly in front of them. In fact, the flustered flamingo was leaning forward to watch, nervously pretending to clean a tumbler over and over again while his blush grew heavier.

Precum oozed from Midas' twitching shaft, landing all over Mitch's hole as he grabbed him harder.

"What do you say Mitch? Wanna put on a show for the bored staff?"

"Aaahah...mmnnghfh...o-okayyuyuudyhd..." Was all the macaw could really eke from his beak as the shark nodded and pushed down on the tight tiny parrot.

"MNNNRHHGH..." The shark grunted as his thick throbbing shaft forced itself deep into the unsuspecting bird, squeezing a loud feminine squawk right out of him.

"MNHH!! FFghgHH!!" Mitch slammed his head down again, drool spilling out onto the glowing table as the shark shaft mercilessly began to bludgeon his prostate. Precum juiced itself out of his flinching cock, leaking down between his legs.

"Hhhhh... that's a good birdie..."

Onlookers gathered around, watching the spectacle, some pulled out their phones, others actually pulled off their own clothes to jerk off. Even the bouncers started to chuckle and watch! Mitch's heart pounded out of his chest. He was actually getting away with this, being bred in public in front of everyone, up on full display for all to see...

"Mmnhh...you know I'd take longer if I could, bird butt..." The shark grunted as his thrusting sped up "...but we probably shouldn't test the staff's patience for too long..."

His grunts grew more ragged. The audience leaned in...

Mitch's vowels melted together into an unrecognizable slurry, but he gave the shark a wobbly thumbs up

"...b-besides... you're so fuckin good...I wasn't gonna last very long..." The shark chuckled as he launched himself over his edge.

"GHHRHHAHH!!!" He forced himself deep inside while unloading a pint's worth of hot sticky shark cum straight into his insides, Mitch's belly bulging from the sheer amount. It also pushed the bird over the edge too, his far smaller cock uselessly spurting between his thighs and ing with Midas's on the table and floor. A few onlookers came as well, their moans ing the others as even more drunkedly cheered.

"Hahhh...hhhh... anything you'd like to say to your dear viewers?" Midas chuckled, watching Mitch clearly enjoying the attention.

The bird lifted his head up, panting as he looked around with a euphoric look on his drooped eyelids.

"...n-now that's what I call a COCKTail party~"