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On the first truly nice day of spring in the city of Scorchwood. The city had a population of 550,000 and the temperature was, at this point, average about 75F.

*CLANG*

The unmistakable noise of a metal security door slamming shut rang out. Ryan, a 23 year old raccoon, exited the chemical manufacturing facility that employed him as he gave a friendly wave over his shoulder to the guards and desk attendants that were his coworkers.

The young man rotated around slowly, maintaining the pace evenly as he padded backwards while joking towards the two, “Catch ya later! And tell those *NERDS* to make sure it’s nice and tidy when I get back from my weekend!” A gleeful smile erupted from his muzzle as a hearty and wholesome chuckle burst forth.

The security guard, a 30 year old American badger and absolute unit of a woman, named Sarah scoffed playfully and returned fire with a sarcastic remark, “Mhm! Well, they said that if you said that, they’d make you a deal! They’ll make sure to tidy up extra nice for ya, if you promise to *behave* yourself over your weekend.” The jab was accompanied by a lighthearted smirk directed at her well-liked coworker and friend.

Ryan feigned a defeated slump of resignation and sighed, “Fine…. Well, at least ask them to leave me a beer in the fridge then..?”

Eddie, a middle-aged bronzewing pigeon currently sitting behind the front desk, mused contently into his morning coffee, “Ay, Sarah. You think our boy will ever trade in that beer for a spotless lab? Heh heh.” The slim and elegant avian glanced to his rainbow colored arm feathers, up to Ryan’s now smiling face, over to an equally grinning badger, and then peacefully back to to the hot beverage in his hands.

The large framed woman processed her companion’s inquiry and chuckled, “Hah hah.. Pshhh… No way in Hell. Not unless he ends up gettin' himself tamed! I’ve half a mind to tame him myself, but then our bet would be off. No way I’m giving up a sure thing for some handsome punk, y'know? HA!” Sarah gave a suggestive wink that communicated the already well known sincerity behind the comment involving her inclination toward stealing the grinning masked man.

The nocturnal creature put on his most seductive tone, accentuated by a light biting of his lip, as the backward pace was set on pause, “And I’ve half a mind to let you *try*. Heh! Alright, great seeing you!” Ryan was sent off into his weekend by the happy faces he had come to love dismissing him with humorous waves.

The custodian set about getting himself prepared for the ride home including: unzipping his jumpsuit to the midsection and tying it up so Ryan’s entire upper body could catch some wind on the beautiful day, throwing on some sunglasses and tying back the shoulder length jet black hair, and bending down to unlock his high end mountain bike.

Having concluded their interaction, Eddie caught Sarah locked into a near trance and teased, “You do know that *you’d* be the one who would be tamed in that situation, yes..?”

A dreamy outward breath poured from the badger's maw.

“Yea…”

Two large palms found their way underneath the guard's chin as the forearms tented together upon the facility’s information desk.

“A girl can dream, eh?”

A noisy rolling of his chair’s wheels brought Eddie snug up against his mustelid companion and wrapped am arm around her.

“Hun… Let’s get you laid. It’s you and me this weekend. On the prowl! Hehe.”

From its position around Sarah’s waist, the pigeon's well-preened hand dropped fluidly into a firm cupping of his favorite co-worker’s rear end and giving a few firm pats.

The action tore Sarah back from her odd melancholy and instantaneously ignited her carnal drive and desire and prompted a low growl.

“You got yourself a deal!”

As stated earlier, Ryan had been working as a custodian at the facility for 6 years at this point and cleaned up the labs and various other rooms Sunday through Wednesday from 11pm-7am. The pay was great and had been raised with respect to the raccoon's work ethic, consistency, and years committed to the career. He’d been a rather likeable guy and had made friends quickly with all who worked there. The “nerds" he referred to in his previous conversation were his chemist pals from the labs and the beer referred to was an actual beer left for him in one of the refrigerators in the break room to be drank after his first work shift of the week.

Ryan naturally, as a nocturnal creature, loved the night life and frequently found himself at shows and clubs and raves and the like whenever possible. He had been living with his best friend, since middle school, for nearly as long as he had been employed at the chemical facility. Mondero, sometimes shortened to Dero, is an extremely handsome lion, rather silent yet with a goofiness and charm that those close to him found irresistible and endearing.

Being that it was now Thursday, which meant plans for a party, Ryan hustled along on his bike to the mini market a couple of blocks from home in order to pick up a couple of packs of cigarettes and a six pack of kiwi flavored hard seltzer in order to prepare for the night. From this point, the final leg of the journey went by foot in order to avoid shaking up the drinks.

The increasingly excited bandit-faced partygoer rolled his mount into the garage and locked everything up prior to trudging the way to bed to relax and catch some rest. Roughly two hours breezed by, during which Ryan downed three cans of 5.7% seltzer while passing the time watching videos on his phone, before crashing out for seven hours.

“Yo. Hey bro.. Sleepy lil homie.. My sweet little baby angel duder! Get yo ass up man. Bahaha!!” Mondero beamed brilliantly down at his best friend in childlike anticipation.

Ryan blinked repeatedly as his consciousness rose to the surface, processing everything being said to him and experiencing a joy as the wonderful image of the lion kneeling down to even level. Rustling bedding led into the raccoon sitting on the edge of the foam style mattress rubbing the sleep from sapphire eyes set in black fur.

A grogginess apparent in the striped mammal's dry mouth and throat, grumbled out a happy greeting, “Heh. You’re so fuckin weird. Morning bro! What’s the plan for tonight?”

Mondero could hardly contain himself and chuckled while presenting a small white plate with a small two inch line of powder and a clear glass straw laid beside it, “This should give you an idea. I’ve gotta go meet up with some peeps but I’ll be back in an hour or so. Get yo fine ass ready by the time I’m back! Haha. Love you homie!”

Ryan shook his head in adoration as Mondero exited the room in an abrupt, quick and awkward, yet somehow confident manner. Plate held in the striped left hand, the young man smirked and snatched up the tube, making quick work of sniffing up the line and setting the supplies aside. A moment was taken for some deep stretching, during which the drug revealed itself as his throat, face, and skull found themselves saturated in anesthesia. Powerful energy surged as the recently woken raccoon completed his stretching and popped to his feet, snagging one of his drinks and cracking it open in order to chase away the throat numbness which often created the sensation of needing to gag. Waves of hot and cold tingled wildly throughout his body and the sipping of the drink turned to chugging until the one in his pure black right hand was drained and had already sought out another from the kitchen refrigerator.

A resonant *CRRRACK!* popped off and filled the room followed by a thumping into one of the seats at the island. The purity of this cocaine was unprecedented in his limited experience playing around with the substance, even somewhat high quality, and Ryan had been so caught up with drinking and finding a place to sit that by the time he had situated himself and had a coaster under the aluminum can he only just realized the collection of drugs left out on the island in front of him.

Mondero had been a drug dealer for many years, almost as long as the two had known each other, and was often joined by Ryan when attending events. The legitimately employed of the two enjoyed helping out his friend, helping other partygoers obtain safe and quality substances, as well as being able to party for free due to the profits and shared drugs.

Several deep gulps concluded the recently opened beverage and was followed by a few sniffs, rubbing of the snout, an acute awareness of cold and clammy hands, and finally of the increase in heart rate.

“God damn….” Ryan mouthed to himself. It was all that the intoxicated trash panda could manage to think or say for a short time period. Being this coked up immediately upon waking made for a bit more of an experience than one would be reasonably prepared for and it took a minute or so to shake loose and center himself.

“God DAMN…” he muttered, this time out loud, while his eyes widened and brows raised up in genuine surprise. One thing was clear: before anything more happened, a cigarette would be necessary. With immense pep in his step, the still half-jumpsuit clad man bounced to the medium sized bedroom and snagged his unopened pack of smokes along with a black cased flip lighter and stepped outside into the sunlight. Yet another trip inside was required to grab some aviator style shades for his very sensitive eyes. Ryan popped outside the door, closed it with an accidental slam, and leaned back against it and fluidly brought to the tobacco stick held loosely between black skinned lips and flicked to ignition.

Crisp sizzling filled soft rounded ears as the plant material combusted and smoldered. A massive drag pulled smoke through the filter and into mammalian lungs, rapidly delivering nicotine and other chemicals into the bloodstream and sending them to receptors that further released pleasure molecules. One continuous plume of smoke erupted from Ryan’s maw and was accompanied by a sigh of even higher euphoria. “Fuckin Dero, man….”

During his time outside, all the while basking in the sunlight and reveling in the beauty and pleasure of everything around him, a neighbor struck up a conversation that really satisfied that particular need in the stimulated fellow. Being that Ryan only ever smoked when under the influence and at least pre-gaming, that particular occurrence was what opened the interaction. He absently lit and smoked one more ciggy before parting ways on a highly pleasant note and proceeded back to the surface holding the awe inspiring selection of chemicals. Much more aware now, a quick scan over the spread revealed: roughly 80 pressed pills stamped with the “BARKS" root beer logo (known to contain MDA), 3 grams of crystal MDA, 4 grams of MDMA, 6 grams of ketamine, 40 hits of LSD on blotter paper, one gram of the cocaine from before, a scale, gel capsules, and baggies.

With a clear picture as to what the night was to look like in mind, Ryan elected to get to work but not before deciding to top up a bit and get more in the mood. A switchblade was produced from one of the jumpsuit pockets and was utilized to produce light dose of ketamine as well as another lighter dose of the snow, chopped and mixed together into a pile, then scooped and sniffed off of the blade. Blue eyes watering lightly, some time was taken to select some happy hardstyle music to blast on his prized and powerful sound system. From this point, Ryan got to work at breaking down the bulk into more individual quantities for selling purposes at the rave later that night.

With the passing of half an hour of scooping, weighing, packaging, and a bit of sniffling, the task was complete. The slightly uncomfortable intensity of the stimulant had faded and fused with the dissociative drug into something extremely pleasant and, with most of his preparation done for the night, Ryan allowed himself to be taken away by the music into hopping up and dancing a bit. So carried away by the groove, the return of Mondero went wholly unnoticed and the nocturnal creature was startled when his lion companion slid into view.

“So! What’d you think??!” The feline asked enthusiastically, glowing with an eagerness for an appraisal of the powder given to his partner in crime.

“Ack! Sneaky fucker. Haha! BRO! That blow is RIDICULOUS good… where the hell did you get that??” Ryan’s sapphire rings scanned his friend’s face and could tell that Mondro was barely containing himself.

Mondro grabbed the remote, turned down the music, and closed the distance between the two, “Check this… I *made* it.. Little secret side project I’ve been researching and testing out. It’s been a while perfecting it all, but I wanted to make some better than *ANY* we could come across. You and me homie, getting that REAL SHIT, you feel me? We don’t need that stepped-on snow. We don’t do it often, so we might as well keep it like this, yeah?! Also…. Did you figure out the plans for tonight? Heh heh!” it all came gushing out in a passionate outpouring of thrill and loving energy for his best friend in the world.

Ryan was stunned speechless for a moment before replying, “Brother… You are straight up magical! Bahaha! That was so damn intense. And yea! High bpm somewhere! I’m so down!” then a tight, loving embrace brought the two together as the large maned cat burst into a chuckle while returning the affection.

“Hell yeah, my homie!” Dero's muscular hand smacked his friend's ass roughly, “Now go get yourself all dolled up for the hot bitches, you sexy fucker! Ha! I’ll line us up a ride. And get some other *things* lined up for when we leave.” Punctuating this final statement was yet another famous awkward departure toward his own bedroom.

Each man prepared themselves by freshening up with showers, drying off, and getting dressed up. Mondero elected for his typical flowing and colorful style clothing, some green and purple harem pants and green and purple tie-dye t-shirt. Ryan leaned more toward his preference of black attire, opting for some black skinny jeans for the bottom. Up top was a black tank top ripped far down the sides printed with an eight headed bear with varying levels of skull exposure and/or decay. This was artwork from one of his favorite band’s, Blackchurch, albums. Jet black and straight hair swung off to the right and fell down to his shoulders in a typical scene fashion. It felt good, and he was loving just how high his confidence had been boosted. In his eyes, he was stunning, drop-dead gorgeous, beautiful, ready for a hell of a party.

The taxi that Dero had arranged for arrived around 7 p.m. and the thrilled duo swiftly loaded up all their gear and sniffed up a couple more pinner lines and zipped off for the illegal warehouse rave that the shaggy lion selected for the evening. 20 minutes passed fairly quickly and with only some light, pleasant conversation between the two as well as the cabbie who appeared to fully understand their current state and even aimed to further boost it as best she could. Upon arrival, Ryan and Mondero paid their fare, with a generous tip, as well as the tip that this location would be a fantastic place to camp out for a night’s work in the taxi service. Both tips were received with surprise, delight, and deep appreciation.

Stepping out felt astounding, causing rushes of excitement and anticipation for the night and its possibilities soared while drum and bass music blasted away in the air. Ryan took a deep breath and centered himself so that following the initial plan of making sales would go smoothly. The men had always split up at parties during this phase and tonight was no different. Samples were given out in order to let word get out that these two attendees were *the* people to seek out for chemical enhancements and word spread like wildfire. By 11 p.m. most of the drugs had been distributed and at long last Ryan was able to drop out of sales mode, not that it had been on the entire time but still, he allowed the cocaine high to begin dropping. To get into a better state of consciousness for this type of party, two BARK'S pressed tabs were swallowed with the aid of a hard cider that had been gifted to him by an overwhelmingly grateful lynx rolling his brains out on some of Ryan’s MDMA.

While winding down, the foot-weary raccoon sought out and located a dingy looking couch that someone had lugged into the warehouse. A little unfocused, the bandit-faced dude plopped down with a thud and looked over only to be surprised by a breathtakingly (literally the lungs in his chest gave out all the wind within them) beautiful stoat sitting in an oddly polite manner. Her large pupiled eyes, draped behind half closed eyelids, drank in the entire scene of dancing ravers, the stage, the pulsing and flowing lighting, the liquid and jagged video artwork… everything. The mustelid’s maw hung adorably open in unrestrained wonder.

Something else caught the attention of the suddenly enamored raccoon as he took in her image. Rather than clothing typical of ravers, the woman had on a slim fitting black dress, about mid-thigh level, something you might see at your generic nightclub. After the initial stunning, Ryan’s brain kicked back into gear and he found himself speaking with an unexpected nervousness.

“He..hey.. *ahem* enjoying the party..?” he clumsily stumbled over his words.

Though surprised, having been so enraptured with her own experience that the starry-eyed woman had failed to notice the new occupant of the furniture, her head turned sluggishly in a partial daze.

“Oh! I… oh yes, very much so! How about you? I’m umm… uhh.. I’m Vivian.”

“I’m so happy to hear it! I'm really starting to enjoy it. It’s lovely to meet you, Vivian. I’m Ryan!” In between the conclusion of this introduction and the mystery girl’s response, those two BARK'S pills hit him like a semi truck. It dawned on the metal head raccoon that nothing except for alcohol had been deposited into his empty stomach all day. Fueled by coke, booze, and a little nicotine, any signals from the stomach to the brain went undelivered. Slim blue rings were shuttered several times before the blurry world cleared at least a little bit. Though the cloudiness had been wiped away, the world now appeared to be made of gelatin as it warped mildly and tracers from every light source trailed and jumped about.

Having detected the stoat's mouth moving and a muffled noise due to the dizzying chemical rush, Ryan struggled to apologize and request clarification, “Oh hey I.. i.. umm.. I didn’t catch what you said. I’m sorry.”

Tenderly, Vivian repeated herself, “Oh, it’s okay! I said, just now starting to enjoy it? Did you just show up, or…?

With shyness coloring his reply, Ryan shared, “Oh, no. I’ve been here for several hours. I ummm…” he peered into the black holes that had eaten the usual green color of her iris, “Well, I’ve been supplying the party a bit and finally got enough done that I’m calling it for the night to actually enjoy myself. Have you been here long?” Something deep inside the man desperately yearned to get to know his new female companion and waited with unbelievable eagerness as his jaw began grinding a bit.

With droopy and seemingly exhausted eyes, Vivian chewed the gum in her mouth that made minty wind brush her neighbor’s face and shared, “Mhm! Since about 7 or so. I’m thinking about heading home though. These pills and molly don’t hype me up at all. Kinda really sedating. I still *love* taking it at these kinda parties though. All my friends are out there dancing.” Her arm gestured lazily and without much coordination towards the dance floor.

The drug dealer chuckled, partly from relating to the anti-hype effects of MDXX substances, partly from the clumsy gestures and features of this delightful lady, and partly because of the joke that burst forth, “Oh. You mean the mostly naked ladies there, or the scantily clad ladies over *there*? Hehe. By the way, I LOVE your dress! Hella Interesting! I never see it and it’s very refreshing and SO cute.”

Vivian seemed caught off guard by the compliment. It *always* her friends that got the compliments, with their thongs, fishnet stocking and shirts, and nipples covered only with pasties/tape. She blushed and looked down coyly as she laughed at the joke shared with her, “Ha! Who can tell? And oh! I um.. thank you! I feel like I’m out of place every time, but it’s what I like wearing..”

Feeling a connection growing rapidly, Ryan desperately desired to continue the conversation as long as possible. He considered his options and ultimately decided to offer, “Hehe. You’re funny! You’re not out of place to me. You’re the most interesting person I’ve seen here. Wearing basically nothing is overrated and overdone, at least to me. And…. *ahem*… I actually feel the downer effect you’re talking about. But I… shit.. I’d really like to keep talking to you if you’re interested..,” noticing the stoat exhibiting a sharp interest in this particular option served to encourage Ryan to lay it out there, albeit timidly, “I could give you a little.. umm.. coke.? I don’t usually do it, but my friend gave me some today… Have you done it before? Or… do you wanna..?” Out of anxiety, Ryan began rubbing his thighs in a self-soothing action that was helped in part by the soft feeling of the fabric against touch enhanced hands. “You umm..i.. you don’t have to. We could just exchange info too and catch up later..”

Vivian experienced a lightning bolt of euphoric excitement in response to someone expressing such genuine interest in her and pursuing further conversation. After that came a nervousness that engaged in a battle with the desire to keep chatting right here and now. She could observe the tension in the man on the couch increase with every additional second spent in debate. Finally, she gushed, “I uhh! Yeah.. okay. I’ve never done it before so I’m kinda scared…”

A house key and baggie of beautiful looking cocaine were retrieved from the front left pocket of the pair of skinny jeans. While opening the zip lock baggie and loading up a key bump, Ryan again sought consent and interest, “Please don’t do this if you don’t want to. Like I said, we could always meet up later or something… but if you do, I promise I’m going to be very safe with it." All prepared, the baggie was set in his lap safely, and offered the key with his striped hand held below to catch any that may fall off.

A blanket of comfort and safety wrapped around the stoat and led her to decide, “O… okay. I trust you. I want to do it.” Her heart beat heavily within it's cage as the key was held out nearby in offering. Her snout found its way over and a quick sniff sent the powder flying up the nostril and into the sinus cavity for absorption. “Ooo! Um… okay. I’m ready again.”

Ryan let out an affectionate giggle as he waved his hand and proceeded to put everything back in place. “Oh, no. That won’t be necessary.”

“But…. I always see people doing lines..?”

The mask-faced man took what felt like a major risk and placed an arm around the one who commanded every ounce of his attention and melted inside when Vivian leaned into him. “That’s true. But that stuff isn’t *pure*. This has no filler, no adulterants, nothing. Trust me. Earlier today when I tried it I took a line and it was almost *way* too much. And I’ve done coke before! Just see how you feel soon, okay?

Vivian felt like a puddle of euphoria and affection and comfort and being up against a handsome and gentle man only enhanced those feelings. It felt even better being able to see that she KNEW he felt the same. Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they breezed through the very beginnings of getting to know someone.

-But!

Four minutes post-coke, the rushing sensation of the blow, backed by MDMA and MDA, brought something raging forth. Suddenly, the voice of her newfound crush became muffled and muted and she began running her hands repeatedly over her thighs as she squeezed them together and nearly pierced the flesh with sharp nails.

A voice came back into focus somewhat and was filled with concern, “Hey, are you okay..? Do you need anything..? Anything at all!” and the feeling of a hand rubbing her back materialized into Vivian’s senses.

Without any self consciousness, Vivian reached under her dress and felt between her legs to feel a *soaked* pair of panties. Breathing hot and heavy as the rush crashed over and through her, she adjusted her behavior and leaned up to lick and nip at the soft rounded raccoon ear. Craving seasoned her drugged voice as she half-whispered, “I.. I’m… yes! I want YOU. Ryan… I’ve never been this hot.. please help me… otherwise I’m going to… you know.. like… fix it myself… right here..”

Slipping through the wide open sides of the brutal printed tank top and combing through striped belly and chest fur, the delicate touch of the dark tan mustelid hand sent sparks of pleasure into Ryan. One wide-eyed look into the stoat's eyes, which now contained a certainty and ferocity, registered that this was truly desired and without question or doubt. He purred, “Mmm.. well, I suppose I caused it, so it *is* my responsibility. Heh!”

An impatient tone flavored the reply, “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but will you just shut up and fuck me..?” and then it pivoted into an actual whine of need.

Surveilling the environment took less than two seconds, but time dilation stretched this passage out into what felt like too long of a wait. Rough tugging at his chest fur made his breathing shudder and made the next move immediately materialize into the mind of the rolling raccoon. “Mmh… stairwell??”

Now set into a burning, lustful mission, Vivian popped up with the strength, determination and confidence that the coca plant's famous alkaloid was well-known for, her hand harshly seized the wrist of this new friend and yanked him to his feet and took the lead. A brisk pace led the pair into the stairwell tucked away just inside and behind the wall the blocked the view from the rest of the warehouse except for anyone in the stair area. Nervous checking by her sexual partner over the railing, out the door, down the stairs, simply bothered the sweet woman as she stated, “Screw it! I seriously do not care right now. I’m yours.”

Encouraged and charged up by hearing the pleading words, Ryan shoved Vivian against the cement wall hard enough to knock the wind out of her with a grunt. Upon checking if that had been too far, the only thing apparent was the stoat biting her lip and panting with lust. At this point, all reservations dissolved away and while his own breathing began to catch up with his new lady friend’s and the man unzipped his pants, exposing his mostly soft cock and then placed her hand on it. While feeling the stroking initiate and blood rush to the appendage, which felt unbelievably pleasant, Ryan glance up to meet the woman’s full-pupil eyes and then to her dress and back up.

Firm and commanding, Vivian stated, “No. No asking. Anything you want, take it, just don’t keep me waiting anymore.”

Driven by desire, Vivian’s dress was pulled down from the top to expose her B-cup tits and the dress was pulled up to put her minimal coverage underneath on display. With her attire wrapped snugly only around her midsection, Ryan explored all of her naked body which served to aid his erection in reaching full capacity. What the attractive drug dealer made sure of was to maintain a rough, perhaps even lightly painful, aspect to the contact.

Once full hard-on was achieved, Vivian whipped around to face the wall and pulled her panties off to the side and let out a yipe when she unexpectedly had a 5.5” dick slip all the way inside her along with a firm grip digging into her hips. It took about eight seconds to adjust to what was happening and all the overwhelming sensations before finally a loud muttering erupted from a slack and drooling muzzle, “Oh my FUCKING GOD… yes…. Now call me something…”

Swept away entirely into the experience with the woman he felt so connected with, he emitted a low growl, “Rrrgghh…. Mmm, you’re a good fucking whore..” After a smack on the ass, the thought dawned on Ryan that maybe such a potentially harsh word wasn’t exactly what Vivian had in mind. The worrisome consideration resulted in an easily detected momentary cringe in place while still managing so pump away into the heavenly pussy, which was now so wet that little streams of sexual juices ran down the cock pounding in and out and ending in drops that shook loose off of Ryan’s balls. Little droplet splatters started accumulating as time progressed.

Panting and moaning, Vivian expressed the only desire she had in her very core, “Nnhh… don’t worry, exactly like that. Now MORE. TELL ME MORE! NNNGGGGHH"

Relief washed over the male as he developed a smirk of satisfaction with the way things were going and for the permission to follow the mindset he found himself in. He leaned forward and kept pace while positioning his muzzle right in the stoat's ear and growled seductively, “Shut your mouth. Mmmh.. A little bump of coke and you turn into a dripping mess, begging for a stranger to fuck you. You’re such a dirty. Deviant. SLUT.” A deafening squeak was followed by intense shaking and wobbling in Vivian’s legs as she squirted a large puddle onto the hard, dusty pavement and soaking the pair’s feet.

Ryan had been struggling to hold back for a while already, not wanting to blow his load too early on with such a lovely, gorgeous woman that there seemed to be a potentially real connection with. Thinking and reacting quickly, his arms wrapped around her midsection over her bunched up dress in order to support her weak form while at the same time grunting and blasting his load into the stoat.

A couple minutes transpired during which catching of the breath, riding the unnatural nirvana of drugged orgasm, and the uncontrolled gushing of feeble compliments toward one another occurred. At some point, the two were able to cover themselves back up and stand up together while simultaneously noticing the attendees that had popped through, caught the act, and watched or pawed off to the perverted scene.

Now, Ryan took the lead and guided Vivian back to the couch and thumped down hard before pulling out a cigarette and lighting up. Eyes now drooping in ecstasy and looking at the woman he just fucked into a daze, he offered one of his cigs to her, “Would you like one? I mean.. do you even smoke?”

Vivian took the cigarette and lit it awkwardly, “Oh, yes. Thank you! I mean.. I’ve never smoked before but DAMN. I definitely needed this. Mmmhhh…” At this point, she leaned onto his chest and pet him slowly and with great attention and affection in between drags.

The raccoon felt a twinge of concern, having just introduced TWO of the most addictive drugs to someone. “Ahh, fuck. I… I just hope I’m not starting anything for you… I just got lost in meeting you and.. I like you a lot. I’d hate to start you smoking or something..” The cigarette was placed between his teeth so he could have a free hand to pet her sleek stoat fur on her face and head. *This* feeling was also addictive for him and he found himself never wanting it to end as he puffed handlessly.

“Hmm…” The stoat vocalized mischievously, “Well, maybe I won’t… If you’re around me more often. Hehe. Maybe we should exchange numbers, just to be safe. Y’know?”

Warmth and a glowing sensation radiated within the enamored raccoon and there was not even an attempt to conceal the feelings saturating him, “YES! I would love that! Hey umm… are you planning on staying here a while..? I was wondering if maybe you’d like to come back to my place..?”

Vivian adored the response she received to her request and took a moment to assess her status before ultimately coming to a conclusion, “Mmmh… I’m actually pretty drained. Mhhehehe. I’d love to!”

Ryan, having already finished his smoke, lit up another cig and shared, “Yes!! Ahh, I’m so stoked! Umm… lemme just talk to a few people and see if I can sell the rest of my stuff. Just wait here and I’ll be back in a few minutes!”

The infatuated drug dealer sped off, moving from person to person, group to group, attempting to peddle the remainder of his drugs. A few single sales here and there, but finally he came across a particularly lively bunch of four men: a hyena, a wolf, an ocelot, and a black bear. The crew were drinking tequila and chatting enthusiastically with each other. Despite approaching timid and quiet, the wolf easily detected him and turned with a great big friendly grin.

“Well hi there! Coming to join our little party? You’re more than welcome!”

“Oh.. umm, not tonight. I was just wondering if you were looking for any party favors. I’m about to head out and I’m just trying to get rid of the rest of what I’ve got.”

“Hmmm…. I dunno. We got some fantastic stuff earlier from this weird feline fella. Honestly might feel like a waste to get anything less than that. Actually shoulda gotten his number. Ah fuck!”

Ryan felt the opportunity fall perfectly into his lap as he happily shared, “Oh! You mean Mondero?” eyebrows were raised in recognition. “He’s my roommate. Actually, I help him out at parties. I’ve got the exact same stuff.” The raccoon fluidly retrieved the packaged substances and proceeded with an inventory check. With consideration to the amount he wished to keep for personal use, he came back with the numbers. “Umm…. Looks like I’ve got 8 hits of L, 13 BARK'S tabs, and two Gs of Kitty. I’ll give you a great deal if you want all of it.”

“Mmmh. I’m Arden. Let’s make that deal. By the way, I know you were heading out but if you want to join us at our place later you seem like a fun addition.”

“Oh! I appreciate it, but I have some plans already. Maybe some other time?”

“Ahh, no worries. How about tomorrow night? We like to hit one of these and then follow up with just a regular gathering of some friends at home. And I think I’ll need your number. Mmm.”

At long last, the men negotiated a deal and exchanged phone numbers for future business. A momentary pause for thought at the conclusion led Ryan to accept the invitation, “Thank you so much! Umm. Yeah! I’d love to swing by. You seem like fun too!” A huge smile beamed across his face at the making of a new friend and business client.

“Lovely! 7 p.m. See you then!”

Ryan nearly sprinted back to the meeting spot with Vivian and arrived panting heavily, “He…hey! S… sorry I took… so long!”

Vivian laughed sweetly and reassured, “Whoa! You were only gone like…. Five minutes! You’re fine! Let’s go though please, I’m pretty wiped out and I’d really love to get cozied up. Hehe.”

A ride, coincidentally with the same cab driver as before, was arranged and the woman seemed to genuinely enjoy seeing Ryan again and seeing the pair so happy together. The cabbie, a pretty doe on the chubby side likely up near 40 with a life exhaustion seen around her tired, yet bright eyes. A sound of yearning was heard within her worn voice.

“I would’ve figured you to be up all night partying! Hehe. What gives?” A knowing tone conveyed the fact that Ryan’s, as he was the one she had interacted with earlier, chemical status earlier had been noticed and not discouraged in the least.

Ryan glanced soft-eyed toward the one he regarded as his sweetheart for the night before chuckling, “Bah! Well. I usually would have… but I met a new friend and decided I’d like to get to know her better. Although… I suppose it’s possible the party won’t stop until morning. So you’re probably right, anyway! Heh!” Along with the response to the operator of the vehicle, the infatuated man reached over and took hold of the delicate dark tan hand which evoked a skipping of beats in his rapid heart rate. This was kicked into overdrive when Vivian met his blackened pools with those of her own and displayed a soft and affectionate smile.

With a wistful sigh that was peppered with adoration of the two, the doe shared, “Oh, you two… So lucky! What I wouldn’t give for a night out like that. With or without the love buddy. Hehe. You know… I used to go to things like that. I miss all the music, the lights, the… let’s say ‘drinks'. Heh. That music was fantastic every time I came back around to that spot. And thanks again for the tip to stick around. I made a little more than I usually do for a night so far. I just wish I wasn’t needing to work most every day. I’d be in there. Lost in… all of it. Heh… oh! Well, it looks to be that you got home safe and sound!”

Squeaking of brakes and crunching of wheels on light gravel eventually gave out and the vehicle shook slightly. Ryan had his head cocked in reflection and contemplation and upon snapping out of it, he inquired, “Hmm… That’s a damn shame! When’s your next day off? Honestly, it’s so well put together in there that you really should go! And party like you used to!”

An odd quizzical look took over the driver’s face as she clearly detected that something was going to come from this conversation, “Umm… Well. I’d love to. But I’ll have to get up later today for work and then I have the next day off. I don’t think I could pull that off. I need at least an entire day in between to recover and even then… I dunno.. I can’t call out of work, it that’s what you’re thinking.”

It was all too visible. This woman longed for an opportunity to reclaim the old days, in her absolute prime, without the self consciousness that had clearly developed over the year and to just lose herself in the music for one night. A dark despair from deep within climbed up to her eyes and the sadness looked as if it wished to share itself through taking the form of tears. It hurt. All three occupants could feel it. Share it. The essence behind the masked face gave the deepest suggestion and it was taken. Ryan placed his hand on her shoulder and rubbed it as he navigated through the pockets of his skinny jeans and produced a variety of items. “Here. I want you to have that kind of night again. I think this should cover a full day’s pay. Take the rest of the day off and enjoy yourself! I can see it. You NEED this. You DESERVE this. Take your beautiful self out and dance with the old fun loving self again. And take some of each party favor you want.”

Silence filled the silver sedan as what was just laid out was processed. Vigorous shaking of the head was accompanied by an equally vigorous denial, “I…. Oh, nonononono…. No, I couldn’t! That’s far too generous! You’re clearly rolling pretty hard…. I appreciate the gesture, but I honestly can’t… I appreciate the sentiment though!”

Ryan firmed up his offer in a way that refused its denial, “Look… I’ve had a VERY profitable night. I’ve never met anyone that made me feel like I would do anything to help out like this. You need this, and I’m not taking no as an answer!” Shining through was a begging smile that came from sheer desire for nothing more than to make this stranger’s inner self have a night out again. A mischievous grin overtook that smile and he dropped $200 onto the front seat with an, “Oops..!” And then a wink before continuing, “Well, that’s not mine. Just found it back here. Must be yours! Heh. Here. Here’s a potent pressed tab, try half first if it’s been a while, a tab of acid, and here’s a quarter gram of ketamine. Give it away, throw it away, sell it, trade it, I really don’t care. Just please go dance your heart out. Maybe meet someone too! Hehe.”

When met with only a paralyzed stare of bewilderment, Ryan giggled and snatches up a pen and piece of paper. His information was quickly scribbled down and dropped with the rest of the supplies. “Please let me know how it goes! My name is Ryan by the way and it’s been a pleasure to meet you! Also. If I get your number, my friend from earlier and I will make sure to book you in advance. You’ve been absolutely lovely. G'night!” After this, the black-clad raccoon escorted Vivian out, who was similarly shocked but managed to get out, “And I’m Vivian! It *has* been lovely meeting you.”

Crunching their way up the gravel pathway, Vivian found an even deeper adoration for this mystery man. She surprisingly found herself not even needed to inquire further because she, too, had sensed it. What a truly magical night this had shaped up to be. Just outside the entrance door, Ryan stopped to smoke another cigarette and talk a little bit. The nice spring warmth, even at 12:30 a.m., created a cozy atmosphere for chilling outside in comfort. Most of the conversation was surrounding their respective experiences at the rave and ultimately led to the extinguishing of the cigarette butt and an opening of the door. Right into the unexpected scene of Dero leaned back on the couch as some cockatoo woman was noisily riding him with absolutely no other care in the world. A brief moment of recognition caused an extremely abridged introduction to occur while Ryan hurried along to escorting his new guest back to his room.

“Oh fuck! Sup bro. Ha! Uhh, uhmm.. Vivian, Mondero. Dero, Vivian. See you later homie!” The two heard the thick maned lion laughing with an unashamed goofiness that was somehow endearing.

Upon entering the bedroom and shutting then locking the door, the two let loose synchronized sighs of relief. “Well, make yourself at home! Can I get you anything? Something to eat..? Drink..?” A groan preceded his vocalization of a realization, “Ugh… I umm. I haven’t eaten since I woke up. I *really* need to put something in my stomach. That said, I’ll have to brave the journey and get something to eat. So since it has to happen anyway, lemme know and I gotchoo!” The man bracing for the uncomfortable task held a grip on the doorknob while glancing back earnestly in wait.

Vivian padded lightly around the room, taking everything in while deep in contemplation. “Mmm…. I could use a drink, or two, or whatever. Hehe. And some food sounds great! Whatever you bring back is fine. Thank you very much!”

Seeing the spectacular stoat smile so sweetly absolutely melted Ryan as he set out on the path to the fridge. Attempting to hurry, though not so much as to even approach a power walk or jog, silent pads hit the floor while his trimmed claws made just enough contact to click a little and announce their owner’s presence. Without even looking, Mondero’s gaze could be felt burning on the back of his best friend's head. Temporarily ignoring it, though prepared to be inevitably captured into some ridiculous interaction with his best homie, the refrigerator door was swung ajar and was left open as the light within blinded the all pupil eyes of their owner.

Working unexpectedly quickly, considering the state he found himself in, his subconscious picked up a nearby reusable style fabric grocery bag and started dropping supplies into it. The two remaining seltzers from the prior day, several more standard beers, a collection of blueberries and strawberries and…. A smoothie..? Still in the blender and full to the top. A regular smoothie drinker, this wasn’t abnormal, but this one he hadn’t made. Rotating around and being reintroduced to the same scene from before, Ryan tipped his head with curiosity and awaited some form of confirmation.

“HEH HEH! I got yo back homie. Love you dawgy! Now come here and then I’ll let you go.” A feline hand raised up high for what was desired to be a powerful five.

“Fuck bro, I love you too!” The appliance was slammed shut and as per their ‘agreement' Ryan gave a high five that was extreme enough to leave both of their hands stinging and the sound to echo for what seemed an impossibly long quantity of time. “G'night, yo. And um….. Good night.” Rounded ears fell forward as the face below tipped downward toward the other guest. It was no surprise that he went unacknowledged and it was actually a relief as his bedroom door was securely shut once more.

Topping the mattress was an incredibly gorgeous stoat who had immediately deserted the dress in favor of being topless and wearing only a still damp set of panties.

“Mmm, I made myself at home. Hehe. Thank you so much for taking on the quest for us! I could really use a drink and a cute guy to snuggle up with though.”

Cute, excited squirming took hold of his dark creamy mustelid in anticipation of what was being delivered. Ryan cautiously placed the blender full of smoothie on his nightstand and then fluidly slid onto the bed, undressing and then unpacking a picnic of sorts between the two.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to eat something. I can hardly concentrate anymore. Lemme put on some music.” Some dirty electro was selected to fill the silence created by the crucial need for something, ANYTHING, non-drug related to be ingested. It appeared that Vivian realized that she was in a similar predicament and the two ate as much as their shrunken, neglected stomachs could take before considering moving forward into the night. Having each consumed their fill, alcoholic beverages were cracked open and conversation was re-opened. Mostly, it involved learning about one another. Favorite foods, drinks, shows, genres of books and movies and music. Weird experiences. Employment.

What happened to be discovered was that the two were highly compatible. Same interests across the board. Vivian, though not musically talented, even worked in a music shop and specialized in sales of electronic production equipment. Deeply loving feelings, though heavily boosted by such affection influencing intoxication and a fact that was recognized, were clearly shared. The scenario transformed from picnic to drinking and snuggling and finally culminated in a shy feminine voice piping up.

“Hey.. I was thinking. What we did… back at the party.. I… I *LOVED* it..” The look of concern in the other resident of the comfortable bedding was detected and Vivian immediately moved to disarm it. “No, not the coke! The… when we hooked up. I mean, yeah. The coke was amazing too! But… the way we did it.. what I told you… the way it felt… I’ve never been into that kind of stuff and never could have asked for it.. I don’t wanna go on a coke binge or anything, I just want MORE of what we did. Would you maybe like… wanna do it one more time..? Then we can relax and wind down and stuff…”

A war waged in Ryan’s mind as all aspects were weighed against his moral sensations and eventually calculated that only one more round couldn’t hurt, especially since the dirty sex seemed to be the priority here. Upon finalizing his decision, the free black hand reached over and softly guided the adorable stoat face so he could speak seductively into her ear.

“Mmm.. that sounds pretty good babe.”

Without a second glance, the cocaine was retrieved from his discarded jeans and placed on the screen of his phone in a series of bumps and lines to ensure the proper level being hit for maximum enjoyment.

The sleek surface in addition to the glass tube from the previous day was offered to Vivian, “Guests first! And go at your pace, there’s no hurry.”

Having taken some time to contemplate the appropriate action, Vivian placed the straw-like paraphernalia to her stoat nose and the larger line and laid herself back. While engaging in a period of sniffing and wiping off her cute little nose of powder, the surface was returned to its owner for further use.

Ryan was surprised by such a bold move and felt a strange compulsion to not allow himself to be outdone by a lightweight. The next largest line was sniffed up hastily along with a few bumps that were reshaped into another line. A risky move? Absolutely. Coke dick is a real phenomenon and is a possibility compounded by other substances classified as some sort of stimulant. The alcohol, too, could contribute to sexual dysfunction. A massive factor in the unlikelihood of the potential failure was the wild, raw, and untamed lust and desire for even higher levels of depravity that stimulants have been known to sometimes unleash.

The room fell silent, minus the sniffling and other noises related to insufflation of drugs, and once the phone and tube were laid aside there was a period of content and loving cuddling. Then it came roaring up from their primal sides. Hearts began racing once more, seemingly jacked into a car battery, and the euphoric rush escalated their internal states into the desired outcome.

Vivian had had her leg draped over and around her partner’s crotch area and her head laying on his lean and toned shoulder. Instantaneously, as the rush hit, the blood flowed freely to her loins and caused a radiating heat that notified her that it was time. Her lips only connected to his chest a couple of times before sharp mustelid teeth clamped down slowly on the exposed raccoon neck. Within seconds, the attention she gave was returned when the cock she desired more than anything began to swell and harden and poke her leg.

A gasp escaped and was followed by the most passionate moan that had ever originated from the woman. “Nnhhggg… Ryan….” hot mustelid breath poured out over her lover’s neck and face, “I need you. Give me ROUGH and WILD… take it ‘too far'… don’t hold back.. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.. just…. Please…” At this point… it was ON. Vivian went limp and simply laid on Ryan in submission and awaited what was to come with a thrill unparalleled.

Neither of them had ever engaged in this sort of sexual behavior and it took a little bit more effort on the dealer’s side to mentally prepare and fall into the mental conversion and perversion necessary to fulfill their shared fantasy. Ultimately, a sense of full immersion consumed Ryan as everything fell into place just perfectly. His all black right hand slid up the thigh of the perfect partner for this moment, riding its way upward over the sensual curves and eventually clasped over the throat to guide her soft ear to his muzzle.

Growl-like whispering wove its way through and landed just the right way, “Oh, I knew you’d be back for more. Begging for cock like the whore you are. Nnhhh…” When met only with legs shaking as her body attempted to somehow ensnare the appendage, a lightning quick move created a tearing noise as the fabric of her panties freed them in a shredded mess. “I don’t know why you would wear those anyway. Pretending to be anything other than a cock-thirsty piece of fucktoy… Pfft.”

It felt so unbelievably strange to have the understanding that these were HIS words, coming from HIS mouth, and to such a sweet girl. But the fact that the black holes staring up at him were absolutely radiating and burning with lust and craving for more abuse cultivated a deep sense of comfort. “Hmmh.. Well, let’s see what you *really* want.”

A black furred hand squeezed as tight as possible while remaining safe while rolling her over and pinning her down, her legs spreading uncontrollably as this previously unimaginable fantasy was gifted to her in full. By this point, fluid was dribbling down over her tail hole from her devastatingly hungry pussy. Ryan had *never* been as hard as he was in this particular moment and it ran extremely hot, requiring quenching that could only come from the insides of another being. The entrance process was deliberately and painfully slow. When the inevitable happened and the man found himself wrapped by legs attempting to persuade a more rapid pace, the grey left hand swung across and connected harshly with the woman’s face.

“HEY! Cum-dump! You do NOT tell me what to do. You’re just a sleeve to me and will only participate when I tell you to. Do you understand??” Post-inquiry, it was detected that the bed had become soaked around the time of the smack to the face. Gazing directly into that face revealed a gorgeous mustelid scrunching her dark cream colored face that declared its owner was now lost in extreme bliss. For now, it felt the perfect time to really kick things up a gear and begin fucking like a bunny on speed to give his property something to come back into while also experiencing the feeling of the nonstop sensation of being right on the edge of cumming.

It was such a spectacular, and heartwarming, sight to behold as Vivian returned from heaven straight into processing the new degree of sloppy, lewd pounding she was receiving. Such pleasure was felt that her voice had failed her almost entirely and only weak, shuddering breathing with tiny peeps of whines could be heard.

An entire hour passed as the two inexhaustibly tore at one another. Mutual choking, mutual rimjobs, scratching, bleeding, slapping, biting, pussy eating, and even Ryan shoving his two middle fingers down Vivian’s throat to simulate taking two cocks at once. It all eventually came to a point.

While having been fucking wildly in doggy style and hearing his lover right at her absolute edge, Ryan removed himself and stood up while presenting his cock.

Vivian broke her submissive character in a moment of sheer anxious desperation for just *one* more release and whined, “Babe… Ryan… please, I’m so close…”

“Well, then you better get fuckin sucking. I know a slut like you will get off if you choke on this dick hard enough. I’d hurry, too, because I can tell it’s fading for you. Heh heh!” A sneer of dominance and amusement fell over his masked face in reaction to the lady crawling and groveling toward his throbbing meat.

Vivian had an odd mixture of thrill and disappointment as she wrapped her lips tightly around her master’s cock and began pushing it back in the direction of her throat. She heard the man break character and whisper something about taking care to ensure she’d get to cum one more time and get the relief, which took a lot of pressure off of everything occurring. Around the same time, two hands were planted on the back of her head and started the process of forcing a face fuck. The mustelid had never even tried to deep throat before tonight, but the combination of utmost passion and desire with a little cocaine throat numbing worked especially well to built upon the finger training from earlier.

At this point, she was simply along for the ride. In little time at all, there was a meat pole slipping in and out of the back of her throat while she gave everything to repress gag after gag and tears streamed down her face. Was truly surprised her was the sensation growing between her legs. Fuck! She really might get off to this! Seeming more and more of a guarantee, slim stoat arms wrapped around the owner of the rod being forced into her face hole and started working with the effort and gaining the infinitely satisfying sounds of a man about to blow his load down a whore belly. The final sensory input, in addition to the pulsating of hard meat on her tongue, was the repeated pressing of her lower lip against Ryan’s balls as they tightened. Loud gurgling and choking noises presented themselves in an announcement of a leg shaking orgasm that occurred just moments before multiple shots of cum poured down Vivian’s throat and it was exited to allow breathing to resume.

Ryan fell to the floor on his knees, joining the puddle of ecstasy that was his companion for the night. Dropping the act entirely, he sidled up to her and gave her a loving kiss on the lips while holding onto her.

He helped her to her feet and laid her down caringly so the two could snuggle up and drop back to their typical sweet selves and share their soul-deep affection for one another and rest for a bit.

“I know you probably can’t speak yet. Hehe. But I just wanted to say you’re beyond wonderful and I love you. I… you know what I mean. Rolling on X and all that, but you are truly amazing and tonight has been one of the best I’ve had. I was hoping you’re wanting to spend the rest of the night.”