Addicted
Forewarning! This story contains scenes of what could be construed as drug use, but, read the entire thing! You'll see what I mean!
Addicted
It was midnight, on a shady side of town, the muted glow of streetlamps, the sporadic pop of gunfire far, far away, and the wail of sirens all mixed to create an ambience that was only found in gang-controlled sectors of cities.
A young feline walked down the street, her fur a soft brown colour, with black spots, a leopard, a long fall of blonde hair swaying behind her as her thin, flexible tail flicked back and forth, feline ears perked high. She was on the prowl, she had heard that this was the place to get her fix. And she was right.
A hooded figure leant against a wall a few houses down, the decripit building washed blue, with cracked timbers and broken windows, the roof caved in, worthy of demolishing, were any city officials gutsy enough to walk through the neighborhood and decide which buildings were fit for habitation.
The figure was wearing a white hooded top, and blue, faded jeans, his paws tucked into the pockets, a short black muzzle protruding from under the hood.
Sandy, as the Leopard was named, walked up to him slightly nervously, her tail flicking in agitation. She herself was wearing track pants and an open running top, a white blouse underneath, her outer clothes black, as if she intended on sneaking around.
Clearing her throat nervously, she shifted her weight, thrusting her paws into her pockets as well, her ears laid back a little. "Um...I heard you might have some supplies?"
"Yo, you looking for some product?" The canine asked, peering up at her. "I got downers, I got uppers, I got pills that'll make you think the moon is a dog and the sky is a ocean." he said, jerking his head towards the alley behind him, where a black case stood partly open, out of the way, several homemade products shown within.
"Do you have any...um...Faery Dust?" she asked, peering at him hopefully, her ears unconsciously perking forwards.
"That I do, that I do." he said, reaching down into the case and holding up a small packet of white powder, slowly turning it in front of her, so that the name of the illicit substance, written on the side, was revealed.
Her pupils dilated, and her nostrils flared, her tail giving an agitated flick. "I'll take it." She said, without delay, pulling out a roll of bills and thrusting them into his other paw, snatching the packet from him and hiding it in her pocket.
She walked away from him without another word, paws in her pockets, having to control herself, wanting to run. Her keen, green eyes peered about, and she spotted a likely building, an old parking garage connected to a deserted mall. Inside, it was dank and musty, but, as she hoped, one of the rooms was still locked.
It took her only a minute or two to get the door open with her lockpick, a slow time for her, but she was excited, and fumbling.
Slamming the door behind her, she slid into the room, sparse except for some scattered, discarded paper, and a big, mahogony desk, obviously too heavy to move, having been left there.
She drew herself up onto the desk, and gave one last furtive look around, beore eagerly dragging the packet out of her pocket, holding it delicately.
Her eyes narrowed as she peered at the white substance, lost in wonder. How long it was, she didn't know, too busy appreciating the contents to really care about the passage of time. But after a certain amount of time passed, she became aware of her bodies need. She wanted it, needed it, more fiercely than she needed air.
With a carefulness that belied her need, she slit the packet open, her nostrils flaring, ears perking fully forwards, her tail giving a little flick, from side-to-side. detecting the faint scent, her pupils already dilating.
Her paw shook, just slightly, as she dipped her furred fingers into the bag, drawing them out and holding them lightly under her nose, shivering all over as she paused, and then inhaled, her eyes slowly closing, and a deep, reverberating purr starting up in her chest as the sensation flooded her, a massive surge of releif flowing throughout her body, tensions that had become a part of her soothing and relaxing as she got a hit of her addiction.
It was almost a minute, a minute of pure heaven, of mind-numbing, floating release, before her body was clamouring for more, and she dove for the packet again.
Her nose pressed in against the plastic, and she drew a deep inhalation, the fine powder inhaled into her lungs, causing her to almost cough, though she stifled it, lest she waste any of the precious substance.
Almost unconsciously, her free paw began to drift downwards, sliding over her stomach, shifting her shirt upwards, so she could get at the hem of her pants, the elastic yeilding easily to her paw as she slid her soft-furred fingertips over the mound hidden under her panties.
A soft moan escaped her short, fuzzy muzzle, and she shifted, careful of the Faery Dust, and slid her track pants down a little, far enough to expose her hips and the top half of her panties, and far enough for her to lay back a little, her paw sliding lower, to rub further back, over her actual entrance, not just the upper, outer lips.
With a soft mrewl, she buried her nose back in the packet, taking another hit, her eyes rolling back, tail spasming with delight, toes curling and paw pressing more firmly against herself, legs spreading as far as they could, giving a little moan of distress as she became unable to spread them as wide as she would like.
Laying down the packet, she slid off the table until her feet hit the ground, kicking her shoes off hurriedly, and then sliding her track pants down, bending over the table and arching her back a little, burying her nose back against the packet eagerly, inhaling, her movements slowling down, becoming more languid as she slid her track pants and white panties down to ankles, her tail arching high into the air and back curving almost reflexively, revealing the hot, moist lips of her sex to the empty room.
The hot scent of her arousal began to permeate the room as she slid onto the desk once more, hurriedly kicking her track pants off the rest of the way and sliding her paw back down her body to toy with the pink lips of her sex.
A long groan escaped her, and her ears laid back, her tail giving a happy little flick as she twisted her head and inhaled more of the white powder, her supply almost gone now, her fingertips toying with her hot, needy cunt, rubbing over her outer lips slowly, caressing the fine-furred flesh.
The eager lips of her sex parted hungrily to allow her fingertips entrance, one of her digits sliding into her body slowly, stretching her entrance as her hazy, befuddled mind revelled in the sensations, tail spasming happily and ears laid back, eyes closed languidly, her inner muscles clenching and convulsing on her own intrusion.
Hot little dribbles of liquid began to escape her body, and she gave a plaintive mewl, switching paws quickly, head shifting to face the ceiling, so her moaning didn't cause the powder to disperse into the air, eyes closed as her short, rough tongue lapped at her moist paw, delighting in the electric taste of her own liquids.
Soft little mews began to escape her short muzzle at regular intervals as she slid two fingers into her body, curling them within herself, seeking that special little spot she had become so efficient at finding. She fumbled a little in her hazy tupour, smiling lazily up at the ceiling as she sought with her fingertips, exploring, dribbles of liquid escaping around the roving fingers, dribbling down between her inner thighs, pooling a little on the tabletop.
There was a loud gasp, and her back arched, a loud mrowl! escaping her as she found it, her g-spot, on the front wall of her cunt, just a few inches in, a rough little patch that she rubbed at eagerly, tail spasming, her other paw descending on her clit, stroking and toying with the sensitive little nub of flesh eagerly.
Her paws began to move frenziedly, in an eager little display of lustful ecstacy, nose plunging against the packet, inhaling the rest of the contents, her ears laid back fully and back arching completely off the table, her sex spasming, convulsing, tensing, throbbing around her fingers, tail thrashing at the empty air between her spread legs.
With her mind so befuddled from the last hit of her decadent addiction, she tensed, her thighs spreading wide, pink lips of her sex tensing, quivering, paws freezing at her sex as her muzzle opened wide, teeth baring and eyes clenched shut. There was a pause, of just a few seconds, before she burst, her back arching so far it seemed as if she would fold in half, thrusting her hips at the ceiling as her tail slammed against the desk with a thud, gushed of hot liquids splattering against her paw, dribbled from between her soft thighs to pool on the desk and on the floor beneath her, a loud, lusty ROWL! exploding from her muzzle.
After a few moments of climax, she shuddered and collapsed, all at once, staring at her ceiling listlessly, completely out of it, due to both the illicit substance, and her natural orgasmic high.
It was a few minutes later that she managed to gather herself enough to start cleaning herself, lightly lapping at her paws, murring and suckling her fingers clean, tail swishing eagerly. She slid her pants back on, straightening her clothes, her eyes slightly glazed, still not entirely with it, and heaved a happy sigh as she unlocked the door and left.
Remnants of her little scene lingered, the wet spots on the desk and floor, her musk in the air, and the empty packet laying discarded on the floor, emblazoned with the name of the substance, to prevent confusing it with 'harder' drugs.
It said it in simple black letters, written there with black marking pen: 'catnip'.