Spongebob and Duolingo have been friends for about three years, and are currently both 16 years of age.
"Duolingo, there's this rocking party! Sandy is hosting it!" Spongebob giggles. "Sure Sponge" Duolingo said.
~Time Skip~
The party was booming. Lights blaring, screaming teens, ect. Duolingo felt so at home, while SpongeBob was expecting a small get-together.
"Sponge! Come drink this!" Duolingo shouted. Spongebob grabbed the drink, and took a sip. Soon realizing it was lemonade. "Thanks Duo!" Spongebob said, chugging the rest.
Spongebob started to feel queazy, thinking there was probably some alcohol in his lemonade. As Duolingo (also feeling dizzy) led him into a spare room.
Duolingo sets SpongeBob down on the bed; covering him up. "Let's sleep spo-" Duolingo stops in his tracks, noticing the bulge in SpongeBob's pants.
"Need help with that?" Duolingo offers, putting his hands on SpongeBob's red throbbing rooster (through his pants). Spongebob whimpers.
"Y-yes" Duolingo grips SpongeBob's rooster. "say it how I taut you to slut." "S-sí! Papí sí" Duolingo groans (SpongeBob just called him daddy). (Oi...)
Duolingo starts palming SpongeBob, but suddenly stops.
Spongebob whimpers.
"W-why'd you st-top-?"
"You're drunk sponge, it's wrong. Also, you didn't do your Spanish lession earlier and I'm angry at you."
DUOLINGO LEAVES SPONGEBOB TO SUFFER.
THE END.
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