Sex, Drugs, and Anomie
This is for a writing challenge in a Telegram group I joined (link here if you're interested: https://t.me/joinchat/TXMB1RU1ETeKOakg)). At just over a thousand words, we would write a short story fitting a chosen theme. The new theme for this week is, "It's only five grams...you won't miss it."
Another story taking place at the lurid Motel (6)9 in Crossroads City. When I read the prompt, I couldn't resist writing a drug-fueled orgy. ;P
I hope you enjoy what I've written, and if you wish to read more, be sure to leave a comment below!
Somewhere in the motel room, someone laughed at the TV. Another gasped, another moaned, and I certainly did both. What certainly helped was the pretty little vixen bobbing her head up and down between my legs as I took another deep huff of vape.
“Shiiiit, that’s good—ow!” Coughing, I winced at something sharp grazing at my barber shaft and frowned down at the vixen. “No teeth, Millie!”
My hard member slipped out of her panting maw, and that scarlet muzzle inhaled my pubic fur. “Sorry, Dylan,” she muttered without looking up at me, her right paw letting go of my left thigh as she motioned it at me. “Gimme another hit, will ya?”
Reluctantly, I handed her the vaping pen, and she inhaled a large portion before hurriedly handing it back to me, then immediately breathed out the smoke over my crotch. Finally, she went back to giving it oral love. Pleasure shot up from the tip of my dick and up my stomach, and I hung my head back as I inhaled more of the vaping pen. I could just taste the nicotine and trace amounts of grass.
On the other side of the bed, a longhorn bull named Bill climaxed inside his girlfriend, a wide-hipped she-bear named Mara, while his best friend Freddy continued fondling one of her breasts. The deer got bored, so he walked past me and Millie to start making out with Stephanie, who lay sprawled on the other bed. She was a busty, bubbly, and completely topless leopardess, laughing and moaning as she watched a sitcom rerun on TV while Jasmine (another beautiful but anorexic leopardess) devoured her vulva while lying at the foot of the bed. Freddy murmured something into Stephanie’s ear, who nodded, then lay back on the bed as he started using her mouth. Being a feline myself, more specifically a tiger, I could tell from his sudden loud cries of pleasure that he was really enjoying her tongue treatment. Just as much as she enjoyed the one being given to her by Jasmine.
The scent of mask and pot and vaping filled the room. We inhaled debauchery and breathed it back out of our own nostrils, gasping it in and loving every second. A Doobie sat unattended on the nightstand. Some amphetamines littered the carpeted floor. I could swear I heard someone else in another room lighting up a cigarette. Thank Christ that the fire alarms were easy to disable.
I growled, patting Millie on the back of her head, those folded ears hotter than fire. My throat let out a deep moan and I grit my teeth, inhaling and snarling as I emptied my first load inside her muzzle. My legs tensed, tail swishing back and forth behind me on the bed. Any words I wanted to say turned into feral growls. My hips moved back and forth as I relished her suctioning lips, Then I felt a cold sweat down my back as The last of my cum went down her throat.
“Phew!” I exhaled, looking down to give Millie an appreciative wink. “Good job there.”
“Thanks, Dylan,” she murmured, licking her lips as she got up to her feet. Her beautiful creamy breasts wiggled in front of my eyes as she turned. “God, I need another shower…”
So, without zipping my pants back up, I watched her enter the nearby bathroom and close the door behind her. My eyes traveled from the locked door to Bill and Mira on the bed I sat on, to Freddy enjoying himself between a pair of leopardesses with low self-esteem, bicurious thoughts, and Daddy Issues. Meanwhile, there were three other figures sitting on the couch adjacent to the motel room entrance. Well, two were sitting while the other was kneeling. Specifically, it was a mountain lion named Chad getting blown by Millie’s gay brother Ben.
Sitting beside them on the couch, wearing a punk band T-shirt and shorts while sporting sunglasses despite it being three in the morning, was a red wolf in his late twenties. He was several years are senior and looked conflicted between aroused and not wanting to celebrate with us.
Sometimes, I wondered why Noah didn’t participate much in our fun. Just as fast as the stray thought came to mind though, it disappeared as I took another vape.
We never gave our little group a name. However, I did remember most of us attending high school in and around Crossroads City, growing up in this Podunk city in the middle of Utah with the mountains on one end and the Great Salt Lake on the other. We were all just loser junkies or nobodies that peaked in senior year, spending the summer after graduation getting high and having sex. Nothing to do and nowhere to go. No colleges coming up or any respectable jobs that would make our families proud. We just wanted to avoid thinking about the future, and the wolf who provided us one way to keep the high was Noah. He worked for Jake the Jaguar, dealing us our drugs so we could have our weekly meet ups at one of the sketchiest motels in Crossroads. Hell, everyone joked about calling at the Motel 69.
Speaking of which, Noah stood up to walk over from the couch and the first bed (still occupied by Freddy, Stephanie, and Jasmine, currently having a threesome) to approach me.
He sat on the corner of the bed beside me, looking amused. “So, you enjoying yourself?” Before I could answer, the wolf mentioned, “If you want another five to ten grams before I leave, it’ll cost sixty-nine.”
“Sixty-nine?”
I let out a wheezing laugh and coughed out puffs of rainbow-colored smoke.
“C’mon! Can’t I get this one for free? It’s only five grams!” I tried reasoning. “You won’t miss it.”
“Give me a handjob.”
He unzipped his jeans and shimmied them down, revealing of modest wolfcock standing at several inches. It pulsed beneath the room’s low-grade lighting, then throbbed against my paw when I reluctantly reached out to grasp it. My knees fell to the floor as I slipped off the mattress. I could feel a stray amphetamine pill somewhere on my paw pads.
I glanced up to see an encouraging nod from Noah, sighed, then recalled a scene from porn that somewhat helped me learn on the spot. It wasn’t the first time I had to give him a handjob to another man (that honor belonged to one of my high school buddies, who left Utah for college in California), but I’d be damned if that wolf Welsh me out of more weed by claiming I didn’t do a good enough job.
Bill had laid Mara on her back, thrusting wildly in and out of the she-bear as her head hung off the foot of the bed. Her breasts bounced up and down, upside down, her lustful eyes glazed over and looking at me as I jerked off our drug dealer. Her ursine jaw widened further as she let out a roaring moan, her tongue lolling out as I reached over to fondle one of her breasts with my free paw. I couldn’t help myself from pinching her nipple. It drove her wild and encouraged me to stroke Noah off faster. Bill, still pounding between her spread her legs, started nibbling on her other nipple. I shivered at feeling his beard tickle my knuckles, but ignored it in favor of feeling up his satisfied girlfriend.
At some point, Noah let out a panting growl, then abruptly stood up, turning to place his leaking cock inside Mara’s ursine maw, which she gladly accepted. Her snout wrapped around that thick member, sucking on it and effortlessly swallowing whatever amount of spunk the wolf emptied in her. Bill didn’t even notice as he too climaxed inside his girlfriend, nearly collapsing atop my paw.
I wiped my pre-stained paw on the bed’s messy blanket. I held out my other paw, happily grabbing the small bag from Noah once he offered it to me. A part of me noticed the canine looked flustered and tired, his tail and legs trembling after pulling his flaccid cock from the she-bear’s lips. I thought better of trying to steal from him, even with the drugs in my system.
“I’ll get going,” he mumbled, zipping his pants back up and waving to us all. “See y’all next Friday. Don’t expect another freebie.”
He left moments later, closing the door behind him and letting us resume our hedonistic evening.
Honestly, it wasn’t a big trade. I realized that while holding the tiny bag in my paw. For five more grams, I didn’t mind giving a handjob. Whatever made the rest of the week more bearable for me. For all of us. No future, no past. Just the present.