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DISCLAIMER: This is a mature story intended for adult audiences, if you are under 18, leave this story and site right now! Actually, I can't really do anything to stop you so if you're going to paw, go get a towel and don't get caught, if you don't know how to paw get a buddy to help you. This story contains teenagers using illegal/quasi legal drugs and if such content offends you, get off your high horse and join the line to kiss my furry fox ass.

-Miko Fox

Notes: I got some good feedback on my last story, so I've decided to keep this thing going. Like I said, I do have to add a bit of drama otherwise the entire story would be absolutely nothing but teens saying funny shit while they smoke weed. I'm making the first few chapters just to sort of reveal the characters. This particular chapter views each one's experience of the day. Also for your amusement (and for mine <(^_^)>), I've added some yiff to this chapter. So yeah, enjoy that. Oh, this is also my first scene using bondage, so yay kinkiness! I felt a little guilty writing a scene so dark though. Also, if you have any ideas or suggestions for scenes I would love to hear them! Yep that's it, enjoy the stoner story written by a first degree hippie. :D

-Miko Fox

P.S. Hydroponically grown apples don't actually exist as far as I know. It'd be pretty sick if they did though. Right?

MIKO'S DAY:

Miko walked through the halls of Mitchell highschool with a grin on his face. It was 2nd period on a Friday and he'd popped 4 vicodin 20 minutes before 1st. His pace was slow and cumbersome; he looked like he was moving in slow motion. He had electronics class next. Ah electronics class, nice and easy, I barely have to do anything. The vulpine grinned to himself at the thought. He exhaled deeply and leaned against the wall, a few feet from his classroom. He placed his paws behind his head and watched other furs go by. Always in such a hurry. Like little bees trying to get to their flower classes.

"Good morning." He said kindly to a rabbit that was carrying quite a few books and power walking down the hall to her class. She passed him without so much as a glance. Miko rolled his eyes. That proves it, he thought to himself. Nobody even takes time to say good morning to a stoned hippie anymore. Good morning. Good morning. His thoughts grew abstract and distant. I've got nothing to say but it's okay, good morning, good morning, good morning-a. He closed his eyes and hummed the tune to the Beatles song. His thoughts were shattered like glass when he heard the one minute bell. He sighed and lazily walked into electronics class. He went to the cupboards and retrieved his materials and walked slowly to his desk and put his head down. He smiled up at his teacher.

"Good morning class. Today we will begin working with slide switches on parallel circuits." Mr. Lusk began. Mr. Lusk was an Alaskan Timber Wolf. He had served time in the military, so he was reasonably well fit, most of the girls (and a few guys, homosexuality was not uncommon at his school) drooled over the thought of him. He was deceivingly nice in contrast to his rather mean appearance. Miko stared blankly into his teacher's pale blue eyes, watching his reflection in them and completely filtering out everything he was saying.

They seemed to glisten and reflect like a glossy mirror in the light. Miko's friend Brett nudged his shoulder.

"Dude what's up with your pupils? They're so pinned I can barely see them! Are you on painkillers?" The dog whispered. The fox nodded sleepily.

"Watch my ass; I'm going to put my head down for a while." He whispered back. The canine nodded. Miko put his head down and closed his eyes. The typical opiate feeling overtook him. The giant, warm, fuzzy blanket of euphoria wrapped itself around him, and his eyelids began to shut. They would close, then flicker open only before falling back as if they had weights attached to them. He was lost in darkness, a happy darkness. No dreams, no visions, just blissful nothingness.

A loud thud exploded like thunder in his ears. Miko's eyes burst open and saw his teacher standing in above him with his paw on the desk. He didn't look happy. "Miko, sleeping in my class is not something I am prepared to tolerate!" He growled. The fox glanced at the clock. It read 9:00. 5 minutes until the end of the period. He had been asleep longer than he thought. "I want you to see me after class." His teacher added with a grumble.

Miko groaned and placed his head on his desk. He looked around and it had appeared the drug had worn off already. _Strange. _ He thought. He rested his eyes and heard the bell ring only an instant later. He opened one eye after the other and sighed. He figured he could just see what the asshole wanted and go.

He grabbed his backpack and lazily made his way to Mr. Lusk's desk. His teacher wore an indifferent expression on his face. He got up and walked behind the last few students and closed the door after they left. "Sit down Miko." The wolf said gently, yet firmly. He closed the door and locked it.

Miko gulped. "Why did you close the door Mr.?" He asked in a very innocent tone. He paused for a moment. Woah. I never talk in that tone. What the hell is going on? Maybe that wasn't vicodin... his thoughts wandered and his teacher returned to the desk.

"I don't want to be disturbed," the wolf began somewhat darkly. A sly grin spread across his face. "I don't have a class 3rd hour anyway."

Miko relaxed, this all felt like it was going to just be a very long conference where he would get the usual phrases such as "Stop falling asleep in class." "Start showing me some respect." "Stop smoking weed." The fox leaned back in his chair and pulled his beanie over his eyes as he usually did when he was relaxing or trying to tune someone out.

"I'm very disappointed with your behavior lately." The wolf stated generically.

A sarcastic reply came from underneath the hat. "Is that so?"

His teacher ignored the sarcasm. "Yes I am Miko. Your grades are dropping in this class at an alarming rate." He continued. The fox stirred.

I have a B in this class! What the fuck is he talking about!? He whispered to himself under the wool of his hat.

The wolf's ear twitched. "No Miko, you have an F here. You are failing my class." He said in the generic "disappointed teacher voice" from earlier. Although the vulpine couldn't see it, a large, nasty grin appeared on his face. "But perhaps we can fix that. Let me show you something." Miko removed his hat and followed his teacher to the wall next to his desk.

The wolf motioned for him to look at the wall as his teacher went through his drawers. After opening one of them he thought he heard him unlock something. He gazed at the board; a large sign was positioned at the top that read "Star Students". Beneath it were about 10 Polaroid pictures of his "Favorite Students". Odd, they're all males. Not bad looking either by the looks of em... The fox quickly stopped himself. He couldn't think like that, he was with Marcus and would remain faithful.

He continued staring at the board when out of nowhere he was struck in the back of the head and landed on the floor with a thud. He instinctively shouted "What the fu-!" but was stopped before he could finish, a large strip of duct tape was over his muzzle.

"Shut up bitch." His teacher whispered roughly into his ear. Miko let out a paw to rip the tape off but found he was unable to as his teacher was holding them firmly behind his back. The more he struggled, the more it hurt, so he gave up. There was no use struggling against an ex-marine. The fox felt his pants and boxers being pulled down and off of his ankles. The cold air in the room made the fur on his rear stand on end. He was taken from behind the desk and thrown to the floor in front of it, his teacher still holding him down.

The fox felt something start to be placed around his neck. It was a collar...with his name on it. After placing it on his neck, the wolf inhaled, taking in the scent of his cologne.

He felt his teacher run a paw-finger down his back and he yipped (though muffled by the tape) in surprise as the finger was forcefully thrust into his tail hole. Mr. Lusk explored his insides a bit, judging tightness. He quickly removed his finger, causing another silenced yip from the fox. The wolf cleaned his finger with his tongue and reached for the ties. The fox looked back and saw bondage ties being wrapped around his ankles and paws.

His teacher brought the fox to his knees and looked down at him. "I'm going to take this duct tape off now. Do you see this?" He said, motioning to a knife in his pants. "If you yell, or scream, I will cut you into a thousand bite sized pieces and bury you in the football field. Clear? Now you know what you're going to do when I take off this tape right?" He said firmly, unzipping his pants. Miko's eyes grew wide with shock, but he nodded.

He reached a paw down to remove the tape. The grabbed it by the corner and tore it off like a band aid. The fox yelped. He opened his maw to scream but 10 inches of wolfhood was shoved into his mouth before he could get a sound out. His eyes bulged from their sockets, the pink tip crammed into the back of his throat. His teacher kept his hands firmly on his head to prevent him from escaping. He kept gagging and feeling like he was going to throw up, but the cock in his mouth was like the cork that kept it down. He choked and it was hard to breath with the enormous thing in his mouth. His teacher pulled his member back, but thrust it back in, the tip ramming into the back of his throat so hard that it hurt. A tear rolled from the fox's right eye and slid down his cheek.

Mr. Lusk continued face fucking his student, ignoring his choked gasps for precious air. He put a paw to its base and pumped furiously, his fist crashing into Miko's nose each time it rose up. The wolf growled, his eyes squeezed shut and he arched his back. A second later, warm, sticky cum exploded into his throat. The wolf was panting. Mr. Lusk grabbed the fox's muzzle tightly, "You'd better swallow..." he hissed with implied threat.

Miko reluctantly obeyed, and swallowed every drop of his teacher's cream. Mr. Lusk threw him onto his desk. Miko was bent over but he kept his tail planted firmly between his cheeks, covering his exposed tail hole. Spit dribbled from his teacher's cock, running down its length and falling from the tip to his pants, leaving a droplet sized stain.

He grabbed the fox tail and hoisted it up, Guiding his missile to its destination. Miko groaned as the poorly lubricated cock was forced into his 15 year old hole. Pain writhed throughout his entire body. There was no underlying pleasure, there was only searing pain. All of his length in, his wolfhood grazed Miko's prostate. He could not sense the pleasure underneath all of the layers of agonizing pain.

As if it wasn't bad enough that he was unfaithful to Marcus, matters were even worse now as an erection poked its way out of his sheath. The wolf pounded the fox with the speed and power of a jackhammer. Blood trickled from Miko's nose, and made a small puddle on the desk, on which his face was getting smeared in. His body was pressed against the desk, the hurt his lungs to have them smashed into hard wood.

His teacher's cock ached and throbbed inside of his hole, his sphincters closed tightly, constricting it. Pe-cum leaked from his hole, Miko was in fact a little bit glad, as it helped lubricate and soften the pain of the rape.

His teacher let out a blood curdling howl and shot a massive load into the fox. Miko swore he now had semen lodged into his intestines. His electronics teacher collapsed on top of him, his tongue resting on the orange-brown fur of the fox's back. He looked back at his teacher.

Mr. Lusk opened his mouth, about to speak. Instead of words a loud buzz rang out, echoing in Miko's head.

He woke up. His head was on the desk, a lake of drool sat next to his muzzle. The furs in his class were heading out the door. His teacher sat at his desk looking at something on his computer. His vision was blurred and there was a sort of "lag" or small motion trail whenever he or something else moved. He got up and felt as if 1000 pounds of lead were in each of his shoes. He breathed out a sigh of relief. It was all...just a dream? He managed to grab his backpack and head for the exit.

On the last step he took a quick glance at his teacher. I've got to lay off the pharms.

TRAVIS'S DAY:

Lunch. The best part of the day for Travis. As with every other lunch period, he was out smoking a few bowls with his buds. They were in the spot they called "The Ditch". All it was was a crude, 6 foot trench carved by a river that was now dried up. Trees surrounded it on all sides, blocking any stoner down there from sight of passer bys. Travis the otter, Felix the cheetah and C.J. the hound were sitting in the ditch smoking from Felix's new glass piece.

C.J. smiled and blew out a cloud of smoke. Travis sat to his left and Felix next to him. The otter extended a paw for the pipe. C.J. laughed. "It's puff puff pass foo', not puff pass." He remarked. He lit up and took another drag before handing the pipe to Travis, who was flipping C.J. off. He took the pipe and inhaled deeply, burning at least 1/2 of the bowl down in one toke.

"What the fuck nigga'!?" Felix said. "That's my weed dude! I gotta make that shit last too." He snatched the pipe from Travis before he could bogart any more. He lit up and held it in, handing the pipe to its owner. The cat lit and dragged, releasing the smoke in rings. He went to hand the piece to C.J. but he didn't notice. He was busy staring at something behind them.

"Dude, whatcha starin' at?" The cheetah asked.

"I think I see a cop car. Shut your ass up." C.J. hissed.

"Nah siege, you're just getting' paranoid." Travis reassured. He was certain that the hound was only imagining things, until he heard footsteps crunching the leaves. "Fuck!" he whisper-yelled. "How the fuck are we gonna' get out of here!?"

"Wait!" Felix whispered loudly. "That way! Down the ditch!" He pointed a paw-finger down the ditch, leading into a thicket of trees. The footsteps grew louder.

"Let's bounce nigga'!" Travis whisper-yelled, taking off down the dry, dusty pathway. C.J. and Felix followed. The otter pushed his way through the tree branches, too high to think to hold them for his friends.

The cheetah built up his speed and sprinted past Travis and C.J., taking off up ahead. "Wait up you faggot!" an angry whisper called out from C.J. But Felix was already far ahead, disappearing into the woods. "Fuck..." he murmered. The hound jogged along Travis's side. He let out a feint snicker. "Stupid mother fucker," he murmered. He motioned to his paw. "I still got that foo's pipe!" Travis laughed but stopped to look back and saw the officer gaining speed on them.

Travis increased his pace, still not holding the branches for his friend. Pulling on back and letting it snap back like a sideways catapult, it struck C.J. in the eye and he fell onto a fallen tree. "FUCK!" He yelled. The otter looked back as he kept running. The hound dog was sprawling on the ground clutching his eye, the officer approaching, only a good 25 feet away from him. The otter cursed under his breath. Felix's pipe was shattered against a boulder on the ground, it's green and blue shards scattered amongst the rotting leaves. "Go on without me!" He heard C.J. yell.

Oh great you asshole, now he knows there's more of us! He thought. Travis sprinted into the clearing out of the woods; it was a small field with a river running down the middle. He could hide at Felix's, as it was just down the street and that was likely where the cheetah sprinted off to.

His lungs burned inside him. It hurt to breath, his sides clenched like vice grips and he fell onto the field, halfway across it. His leg landed on something hard, but didn't look. He moaned in pain. He looked down the plain of grass and saw it was only about a block to his friend's house. He forced himself to keep moving, using every fiber of energy in his being to crawl towards the end of the field. His goal was in sight, a large tree sat at the end. He could hide behind it and catch his breath.

His crawl on his knees reduced to a belly crawl as he gasped for air. He had not run this fast while stoned in a long time. The world spun around him, beads of sweat clung to his fur. He was almost there, only a more feet...

He arrived, and rolled himself behind the tree and leaned against it, panting. Catching his breath, his hyperventilating slowly decreased. Suddenly a stinging sensation struck his knee. What the fuck?... He gazed down, his knee was somewhat swollen and a large, bloody cut peeked out at him through his brown fur. Shit. I'm gonna' be feeling that for a week. He massaged his injured knee and wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow. He again heard footsteps approaching. He fast beating heart sank, he quickly glanced around the tree but saw no one.

They grew louder. A paw gripped Travis's shoulder. "What the fuck?!" He hissed and turned around. He breathed out a sigh of relief. It was just Felix Travis gave his friend a playful punch in the arm. "What the hell nigga'? Why'd you bail on us back there?"

"Sorry man, instinct." The cheetah replied. "What happened to siege?"

"Cop got him." Travis said dully.

"Shit. What about my piece dog?" His friend asked nervously.

Travis shook his head. "Busted it to bits when he fell man."

Felix punched the tree and growled. "That bitch owes me 20 bucks." He snarled. "Well come on man, lets go back to my place 'till the heat cools down. We can uh, "dispose of the evidence" there."

Travis shook his head again and hissed with pain. He pointed to his knee. The cheetah looked and jumped with shock. "Damn son! That looks bad!"

Travis rolled his eyes. "No shit. Help me up foo', you'll have to get me to your pad quick before that cop catches up." He extended a paw and Felix pulled him up with one strong arm. He put the injured otter's right arm around his neck and helped him hobble back to his house.

Upon arriving, the cheetah searched his pockets for his keys. Finally finding them in his shoe, he unlocked the door and helped Travis inside. He slammed the door and Travis collapsed on his couch. He reclined and propped up his foot with a throw pillow. "I'll be right back dog." Felix said. He tossed Travis the remote and walked off down the hallway.

The otter mindlessly flipped through the channels and settled on watching some random, unheard of show on G4. 2 Minutes later, the cat hurried back in holding the rest of his weed, some papers, an ice pack and some rubbing alcohol. He set the zig-zags and the stash on the floor and began taking off his shirt.

Travis froze. "Woah, what the fuck man?! I ain't doin' that shit!" He said, covering his crotch.

"Nah man, 's not like that. Need the shirt to put the alcohol on. You probably busted yo' knee on a rock or somethin'. If it's infected, that's gonna' be one hell of a mess down the road." Despite the cheetah's thug-like appearance, he really was smart, especially in the field of paramedics, because that was dad's job. Travis smiled in the least gay way he could, happy to have such a caring friend.

"Shit's gonna' hurt huh?" He asked anxiously.

The cat briefly ignored him, observing the 3 inch long ½ inch wide gash on his leg. It was smeared in blood and dirt. "Sorry bro, but yayeh. It'll sting like a bitch. Better clean all this dirt and grass out of it." Felix dabbed some alcohol on his shirt and hovered it over the wound. "Bite ya' lip." He advised.

Travis obeyed and but down on his lip and closed his eyes. Felix dabbed the shirt on the cut. Travis winced and hissed a bit. He opened one eye, and then the other. "That was it? Christ foo', got me all worked up fo' nothin'." The cheetah shrugged and wiped out the dirt from his cut. He wrapped his shirt around it and tied a knot at the back. Some blood seeped through and made a small stain on the front. He dropped an ice pack on it and began rolling a joint.

When he finished he passed the J to Travis. The otter smiled. "Thanks for the doctor shit man. I dedicate my first hit, to you."

MAX AND ZACK'S DAY:

Max pawed trough Zach's refrigerator. God, this fucker is rich. He gazed in amazement at all of Zach's rich fur's food. He looked through the vegetable crisper. He retrieved a bag of apples. The bag read "HYDROPONICALLY GROWN APPLES". A price tag indicated the bag cost 15$. Damn. He took out an apple and bit into its shiny red body. He murred. It was like a fruity orgasm in his mouth.

He walked bare pawed bag to the Zebra's oversized bedroom. Zach lay on his bed, watching the T.V. intently.

"Pretty dank ass apples there man." Max complimented.

"Thanks." Zach smiled. "Come sit down, gettin' lonely over here."

Max was by no means a homophobe, but he did feel a little awkward lying down next to his bi friend. He rarely hung out with Zach, and wasn't sure if he would try making a move. He often hung out with Miko, who was bisexual and leaned so far towards guys that he would be in danger of falling over, he knew Miko respected his heterosexuality and wouldn't try anything, Zach on the other paw; he couldn't be too sure about.

Max sat down next to Zach and picked up a controller. "Whatcha' playing man?" The controller was for a PS2. Though the Zebra was rich enough to put a PS3 in every room of the house, he found little difference between the two and no reason to buy one.

Zach smiled. "Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas."

"Nice. It's only one player though. How are we..."

Zach cut him off. "Take turns every death. Besides, all I do is kill cops anyway." He paused for a moment to giggle. "I hate those fuckers." He glanced over at the wolf who was sitting rather awkwardly. Holding the apple in his paws, covering his crotch, his legs hanging off of the bed, he seemed as though he didn't want to be there.

The zebra paused the game. "You alright man? 'Something up?" He asked.

"Nah man, I'm fine. Why?" He replied, not looking his friend in the eyes.

Zach looked confused. "Well make yourself comfortable. You look like someone just tried to rape you."

If you only knew. Max scoffed in his head. He reluctantly grabbed a pillow and lay down on his friend's bed, his tail tucked tightly between his legs; he regretted wearing such tight jeans today. Zach went back to attacking a cop with a machete, using his specially made controller for furs with hooves. He smirked to himself as the he repeatedly stabbed the officer on the ground and blood spread around his body on the asphalt.

The wolf munched his apple, the sound distracted Zach and he was run over by a S.W.A.T. team car. S.W.A.T. members poured out the back and shot his stunned body. Zach grumbled. He unplugged the controller and replaced it with a regular one before handing it to his friend. He lay back on his bed, put his arms behind his head and watched the screen.

"So, I hear you're having some problems with the rents huh?" Zach asked casually.

Max snarled. He didn't take his eyes off of the game. "No." He said plainly. "We're just fine."

"Oh. I only asked because I heard that you got in a huge fight with them over something really stupid. Miko said..."

"Well Miko's a lying faggot." Max interrupted harshly.

Zach smiled uncomfortably. "Hey, hey, hey man. No need for that shit here." He said calmly. Max angrily pushed buttons as he ran from a helicopter and tried shooting at cops in front of him that were blocking his way.

"Whatever." Max scoffed. _ I never should have told him_ "Point is he lied. Probably just trying to start shit. Fucking druggy..."

Zach laughed. "Yeah, like we're totally clean. I've humped so many people on ecstasy that my balls are black and blue, besides; you and that "druggy" get high every other day. Remember how blitzed we were the other day at lunch?"

The wolf nodded. "Yeah. Miko's an okay guy..." He stopped to smile. "For a shit eating, faggot hippie." Zach shook his head and smiled. "That reminds me, do you have any pot? My sobriety is affecting my gaming skills."

Zach got up and walked over to his dresser. "I'll check." He pulled open the top drawer and retrieved a key from his pocket. He pulled a box from the drawer and unlocked it.

He peered inside. Inside the box sat a lighter next to an empty green-stained bag and two purple pills of ecstasy stamped with happy faces. "Nah. I'm all out. Smoked the last of my stuff with Travis a week ago. I got some X though if you're up to it." He extended a hoof with the two pretty pills sitting on it smiling up at him.

Max glanced over briefly. "No thanks man. My tail hole says he doesn't feel like eating a hotdog for lunch." He smirked at his own joke. Zach picked up the wolf's apple and chucked it at his head. Max flinched and struggled to see the screen. "Fuck you..." he murmured.

"Tell ya' what though. I'm going to go call some buds of mine. They might have some dope." He walked off down the hall with his cell phone.

Max swore under his breath as he was shot down by the CIA. "Fuck." He got up and stretched. Yawning, he looked around and scratched his chin. Wish I was this rich. He walked out of the room into the hallway where Zach was talking on his phone.

"No?" He asked. The voice on the phone said something back; Max couldn't make out what it was. "You're sure? Not even next week?" The voice responded, again incoherent. "Fuck. Alright." He turned to Max. "Nope. That was the one other guy I know that's ditching today. I sent out a mass text asking, nothing back yet. So you can stick around if you want, and we'll see what goes down."

"Fuck dude. I wanna' get to school. I'm sure someone will have a dime for me there. Besides, it's almost lunch time." He smiled. "Thanks for the apple. It was superb." {Yes, I did just throw in a Mr. Fox reference there :D}

"No problem dude. See ya tomorrow? I heard Miko say he would try to get us Phish tickets. Pretty cool right?" He said somewhat hopefully.

Max laughed. "God, he's such a hippie. Yeah, I'll go for his sake. Phish isn't really my thing. Rob Zombie and Phish both do tours around the same time and he gets the Phish tickets." Max sighed. "Guess you like 'em then?"

Zach shrugged. "I prefer techno over Rob Zombie death metal feaks or tree hugging Phish music. They're alright though I guess. See you tomorrow then?" Zach was anxious to get Max out of his house now. He really wanted that ecstasy.

"Yeah. Peace." He started walking down the stairs to the ground level. He yipped as something hard hit his butt. He whirled around to see Zach standing there laughing hard enough to give himself a six pack. "Hey!"

Haha. Well I'm not sure what I was accomplishing with this chapter. Shits and giggles maybe? I don't know, but the next chapter will have a little more story progression. I got some ideas and A TWIST YOU'LL NEVER SEE COMING! Yeah, maybe you will though. Good for you if you see it, you're smart. :). Sorry for the lateness of the chapter. I get stoned too much. I sit down to type, and then while my old ass computer is loading, I think. "I should go get some Oreos!" So I bolt upstairs to get my munchies, I think "Wait, what was I supposed to go do? Ummmm... Oh yeah! That's right! Simpsons are on!"

Yup. I should probably lay off it a bit right? Ha! The fuck I will...

Thanks for reading. :D

-Miko Fox