“Yooo, dude, I’m so fucking high right now.” 

Emma held a lit joint loosely in her right forepaw and took a long, deep drag. She tossed her head back and exhaled a cloud of smoke with a satisfied ahhh. It quickly dissipated into the miasma of smog that already filled the room, and surely settled into the sprigatito and litten’s fur coats. In the back of their minds, they knew the stink of weed wouldn’t leave their fur for days, but she and Tyrone had already accepted the impossibility of hiding their little misadventure, so it didn’t bother them much that the rank smell wasn’t going away anytime soon.. 

Why should they stress about the future when they were already fucked? Best to just relax, enjoy their trainer’s stolen stash, and take their inevitable punishment with dignity when said trainer returned from work. 

Tyrone glanced at her with dazed, half-lidded eyes. “Dude, saaaame. Wanna go raid the kitchen? I’m starving.”

“Yeah.”

But neither moved. The lazy felines remained sprawled out on their backs, shameless in their relaxation. Any human who witnessed the pair would have called their postures revealing, but they were too high to notice, and being pokemon meant they hardly cared anyway. Nipples were on full display, sheaths and pussies were flaunted, and not a single fuck was given. 

Emma reached down to scratch one of her nipples, and said, “Dude, I totally bet someone could get high off my pussy. Like, a certain fire type could vaporize, or whatever, my girl juices with their hot breath, and then huff it. There’s so much weed in my veins, I bet I’m half plant already.”

Bewildered, Tyrone squinted at the self-described plant as though trying to tell if she was joking. “The fuck, Emma? That’s so not how that works. And you’re already half plant, dummy.”

“Don’t be a prick, dude.” She blew smoke into Tyrone’s face, making him cough, and then put out her finished joint on the table, right next to a huge graveyard of already used smokes . She scanned the table for a fresh one, only to deflate when she realized the worst possible thing had passed. “Aww, bummer, we’re out of joints. I have no clue how to roll one… Can I have yours? Gimme, and I’ll let you get high off my pussy.”

“No, this is mine! You’ve already had most of them. And that’s really not a thing. You can’t get high off of someone’s pussy.” He took a drag, exhaled, and then squinted at her for a second. It took a few moments for the realization to sink in. “Wait, did you just offer me your pussy for my weed?”

“‘Well, yeah!” she said, grinning like a loon. Tyrone couldn’t be sure if she was just that high or that horny. She hadn’t asked him to nick any snacks yet, so he figured horny. “Gimme yours and I’ll totally let you smoke my pussy. Come on, I’ll even suck you off later! I’ve seen how much you’ve been grooming yourself lately, I know you’re itching for some action.” 

Having only known Emma for about half a year, he was surprised at how well she read him. He was pent up. Very much so. The last time he’d had sex was before he got caught. He looked at Emma in a new light, though only a little, as the constant haze from the weed made thinking difficult. But even to his drug-addled mind, one thing was clear: Emma was great. She was a blast to hang out with and always had the craziest ideas, ideas like like stealing their trainer’s stash of weed. Her fur was also very green and soft, and he lovedgrooming it whenever they relaxed together by the window.

He’d never considered Emma as a potential sexual parter, but the more he thought about it, the easier it became to justify. Besides, she was really hot.

“Fuck it, I’m in. Here.” He leaned over and spit his half-finished joint out onto Emma’s tummy, to which she immediately snatched up. In the process, he snuck a peek at her sexy bits. Below her three rows of tiny nipples, barely visible in the thin white-green fur of her belly, was her tiny feline pussy, and it was absolutely soakedl. Even the surrounding fur looked dark, matted by slick arousal. He was impressed by how wet she was, particularly since he hadn’t smelled it before now. The skuntank levels of weed stank must’ve drowned it out. 

Emma noticed where he was staring and yawned on purpose, stretching out to show off her lithe, feline body for Tyrone’s viewing pleasure.

“Like what you see? Good, because I like what I see.” She made a point of staring between his legs this time, where a little pink pecker jutted out of his sheath above his tiny little balls. “I haven’t had dick since that fun meowth a few months back, and you’ve been so dumb about my hints I’m shocked you can tell your tail from your own butt. You got it in the end but, like, what, do I have to lift my tail in your face? Because I’ve already done that three times this month.” She grinned when his eyes widened in realization. He was such an idiot. “Anyhow, you’ll totally get high off my pussy. I’m a grass type, we metabo-whatever plants like crazy.” 

“Dude, you’ve been lifting your tail on purpose? I just thought you were relaxed around me and stuff!”

She rolled her eyes and took another puff. After exhaling, she replied, “Well, duh. I’ve been flashing you all month! Seriously, dude, when was the last time you’ve even been with a girl? Have you gotten your dick wet before?”

He looked away with a cough. “O-of course… lots.”

“Uh-huh, suuure,” she teased, batting her eyelashes. She wasn’t entirely convinced he’d been with anyone, given how brainless he was, but he had been wild for longer than her, so she couldn’t discount it. Getting laid in the wild was incredibly straightforward, even for Tyrone. “You’re cute, I’m cute, and we both need it yesterday.” She spread her hind legs slyly as she spoke, parting her tiny folds and revealing a hint of pink. “Whatcha waiting for? Permission? Get down here and smoke me.”

Tyrone chuckled despite how aroused he was. Emma’s sudden obsession with ‘being smoked’ was more hilarious than sexy, but his dick sure as hell didn’t care. All his dick cared about was the girl asking to be eaten out. So if she wanted him to ‘smoke’ her, by Arceus, he’d smoke her. Though, he would have a little fun first.

“Fuck it,” Tyrone said as he moved toward the sprigatito’s crotch and placed his paws on her soft tummy for support, to Emma’s delighted giggles. He peered at her snug little pussy and pressed his nose so close he could feel her heat. Then he inhaled, drinking her rich, weed-infused scent. The smell had his head swimming, and for the first time, he truly considered the possibility that he might get even higher off her pussy. “Fuuuck, that’s good.”

“You bet it is. My pussy’s the best,” she said between the occasional puff, eyes bright despite how blazed she was. “Now, get your snout in there! I need this so bad, you have no idea--ooooh!”

Tyrone cut her off by burying his nose into the squishy cleft of her feline folds. He inhaled, breathing in as though he was already trying to get high off her scent. His nose was akin to a furnace, betraying his typing. Most noses in her experiences were ice-cold, and this was a wonderful change. 

Tyrone couldn’t get enough of Emma’s scent. But while it overpowered the stank of weed, there was no getting away from the pungent odor, even as he sampled her from the source. Tangy, strangely sweet like flowers, but with that unmistakable twang layered all over it. He fondled her erect nipples as he continued to sniff, earning a throaty moan-giggle from his friend. Or was she a friend with benefits now? He didn’t know anymore, and he was too busy huffing her scent to care. 

Emma couldn’t handle the anticipation. The warmth of his nose was nice, and the little sniffs tickled, but it wasn’t a slick tongue, nor a hot maw. She needed his mouth. Now. “Hey! Don’t tease me, dude!” she whined as he kept sniffing and rubbing his snout along her tense folds. “Smoke me!”

Tyrone couldn’t argue with that. But he could draw this out a little longer. Smirking at how desperate the usually calm and collected Emma was, he inhaled her pussy once more, before sniffing just a bit lower and pressing forward. Her soft anus clenched hard against his nose, and Emma squirmed and giggled at that initial touch, but those giggles swiftly changed into eager exclamations of encouragement when he extended his tongue and licked her tense pucker. But he didn’t linger. Instead, he slurped upwards, past her perineum, along with the squishy opening of her folds, and ended his initial volley with a single flick along the tip of her vulva, gently pressing into her hidden clit. 

He held still for a moment, letting Emma’s anticipation build. “Hey, I said, don’t tease-- ooooh!”

His single lick transitioned into a coordinated assault in the span of a second. He slurped at her delicious pussy and dug between her slick folds, easily breaching her labia with an accompanying lewd squelch. Her inner warmth enveloped him and her powerful muscles almost instantly squeezed around his muzzle. This wasn’t the first time he’d eaten a girl out, but it was close, and he had to admit Emma’s grip beat that wild eevee’s by miles.

Emma couldn’t think. Already high as a kite, the sudden pleasure stole the last brain cells she had left. For anyone except a feline, such a rough tongue sliding against such soft, sensitive flesh might have hurt, but for her, it was exactly what her body craved. Like scratching a particularly insistent itch with a particularly fine comb. 

“Oooh, fuck yeah, dude,” she exclaimed, watching him go to town on her cunt with growing excitement. “That’s the spot! Don’t you dare stop!” 

Heart pounding and more aroused than ever, Emma couldn’t just lay there and let herself be eaten out, as great as it felt. No, she needed more and reached down with her free forepaw to hold his head steady, and began to hump and mash herself against his muzzle as though her life depended on it. The stimulation made claws stick out, her paws tense, but she needed even more, had to reach that familiar, wonderful peak as fast as possible. 

She needed to cum.

Tyrone smirked at her eager reaction, having no intention of stopping until she came into his mouth. Though he could barely move his tongue because she was clenching so tightly. He had to change his technique, and instead of just licking, he opened his maw, wrapped his lips around her vulva, and slurped her pussy like it was a bowl of water and he was dying of thirst. 

Emma felt her orgasm approaching like a tsunami crossing over the horizon. It brewed just under the surface, a deep tension in her tummy, warm and bubbly, threatening to wash everything away. Being so blazed just made everything better. She’d never felt so relaxed yet so tense at the same time, excited yet content. It was awesome. 

Although, she was also pretty hungry, but she’d raid the kitchen later.

Emma squeezed her eyes shut as she humped Tyrone with ever greater urgency as her climax approached, angling her crotch up into his muzzle in desperate motions. She still needed more, something that was even more intense, and the best idea ever popped into her stoned mind.

“Blow into me!” she cried out, desperate to feel that unique heat only a fire-type could deliver. Having a bit of a masochism streak helped make the idea even more appealing. “Do it! Turn my cum into mist and get high off my juices!” With the ridiculous amount of weed in her system, she had a feeling it would have exactly the results she desired.

Tyrone didn’t know if that would work, it sounded dumb as hell, but he was so aroused, so fucking hard, humping the couch as he got Emma off, that he’d do whatever she asked. He brewed a flame in his chest, let it simmer, and carefully blew hot air into the grass-type’s folds. Her fluids immediately turned to steam.

Emma howled with bliss and her insides clamped down as an orgasm washed through her, dispersing any worry that he might have hurt her. He grinned through his mouthful at how much she was enjoying this. He kept his lips pressed firmly against her twitching sex to experience her clear signs of pleasure, all while he continued to breathe slowly into her, turning up the heat until not a drop of moisture was left. Then he pulled away, allowing the steam that had accumulated to burst forth in a foggy cloud of feminine musk. He breathed it in without hesitation, allowing the tangy smell to wash over him. Only for his eyes to droop as an even deeper buzz took hold. 

“Yooo, duuude,” he said after huffing some more of the evaporated fluids, falling in love with her tangy scent. “Your pussy really can get people high.”

Emma giggled, dazed from her orgasm, the strange sensation of a dry vagina, and the fact her stupid idea actually worked. She’d probably regret telling him to blow near-burning air into her later, but for now she was just happy her plan worked. “Told ya my pussy would get you high~”