Anonymous Fri 28 Jun 2024 03:39:20 No.66963599 Report

>>66963419
GAY Reed and Anon being high and lovey dove together
Failing that, Frieda

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Anonymous Fri 28 Jun 2024 04:37:22 No.66964577 Report

lettuce begin
yoink (ur getting reeda btw sorry)

>>66963599

>"WOULD YOU FAGGOTS PLAY THE FUCKING OBJECTIVE?!"

>The forty-year-old chainsmoker going by the gamertag of DixonCider12 has been the object of our torment for the last ten minutes.
>Rock Ring: Breach, BTB Heavies.
>The classic gamemode to veg the fuck out to.
>Something compounded by the fact that both Reeda and I are about as high as killcounts of the enemy team right now.

>The evening started innocently enough. Friday night, Fang was busy being dragged along to some function by their family against their will, and Trish was stuck babysitting her horde of siblings.
>Stella and Rosa were both preoccupied with their own tasks.
>Leaving the two of us bored and idle after class let out for the evening.
>On a whim, Reeda had offered for me to come hang out at her place. Her parents were taking her brother to some track meet across the state, so we'd be on our own.
>The offer had immediately sent me into a pasta-pocketed tailspin.
>A femoid was asking me to come back to her house without supervision.
>Seeming to notice the panic in my expression, she had just smirked.
>"Don't worry, hermano. I've got something that'll even you out. Just come over around seven, a'ight?"
>"Y-You too."
>That made her giggle, which made my chest feel funny. Jesus Christ I feel weird when the rest of the friend group isn't present.
>We parted ways soon after. I went back to my apartment, freshened myself up a little for the sake of it. I'd say I dressed better, but considering all of my outfits look the same...
>At least I put on some cleaner clothes.
>A cab ride from a suspiciously consistent taxi driver later, I was dropped off at the address Reeda had shot me over texts.
>At first, I thought I was lost.
>It was a nice house.
>A REALLY nice house. Almost as good as the little McMansion the Aarons lived in.
>Nothing about this place screamed that a stoner resided here.

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Anonymous Fri 28 Jun 2024 04:56:35 No.66964856 Report

Quoted By: >>66964899

>>66964577
>The door had been left unlocked pending my arrival. Something which spoke to the blind trust placed in the denizens of the quaint neighborhood, or to Reeda's sheer lack of a fuck to give.
>Probably both.
>The interior of the household was just as bizarre as the outside.
>Finely furnished, clean, the smell of scented candles wafting through the space. Some paintings, family photos across the walls, even a few antiques hung upon shelves.
>The more I made my way in, the more I felt like I had just unknowingly broke-and-entered into a stranger's household.
>Making my way to the stairway at the end of the juncture between the living room and the kitchen, I began to ascend; Reeda had mentioned her room was on the second floor.
>The moment I climbed the last step, the faint smell of skunk filled the air.
>Yep, I was in the right household after all.
>There were a handful of doors in the hallway, though one was slightly ajar, flickering light and muffled sound coming from within. Assuming it to be my bro's, I made my way over and nudged the door open with my shoulder.
>The funk of Reeda's room hit my nostrils like a physical force.
>Carfe-tang mixed with old laundry and cheap food combined to what I could only ever label as The Stoner Grunge (tm). You know the one if you've been around.
>I could practically feel it in the air as I stepped in further, like it was smoke. Which it probably was to some degree.
>Catching my bearings, I saw that Reeda's room was about as different to the rest of her household as humanly possible.
>A chaotic mess, full of teenage clutter and garbage. Posters lined the walls, a huge entertainment center stacked to the brim with paraphernalia ringed about a boxy television. An XROX was fighting for its life amidst the garbage.
>An absolutely mangled practice drumset dominated one corner of the room, her bed, a ragged thing of unmade blankets and tossed-about sheets in the center of the room.
>Upon which Reeda sat, of course.

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Anonymous Fri 28 Jun 2024 04:59:47 No.66964899 Report

Quoted By: >>66965049

>>66964856
>Legs criss-crossed, hunched over as her claws flicked a controller furiously to the toon of a Slayer match.
>"Aaaaaanoon! Anonarino, Anonicus, Marc Anontony, you finally made it buddy," she called out to me, grinning, eyes darting lazily between me and the game. "Sit the fuck down, I'll put you on splitscreen after this match."
>I immediately moved towards one of the only chairs in the room, which was a computer chair with torn cushions leaning against a desk absolutely covered in a heap of bottles and other refuse.
>"--The fuck you doin'? Dude, just sit on the bed."
>I froze. The alarms were sounding again.
>A woman is demanding you exist on the same mattress as her.
>In her house, alone.
>Just like earlier, Reeda was somehow able to peer into the thinly-masked panic behind my eyes.
>Shaking her head with a laugh, she tossed her controller over her shoulder before she slipped off the bed.
>"Alright, we're dealin' with this now. Come here bro, I got something for you," she said to me, waving me closer to the desk I had been moving towards as she walked towards it.
>"And what is that, exactly?"
>She had reached for a small vial full of something vaguely violet in color. She unscrewed it, took a sniff, and poured the liquid in a red solo cup before handing it over to me.
>"Just something to chill you out, dude. We aren't gonna have fun if you're freaking out all night."
>I peer down at the contents of the cup. I've never a drug before, I'm morbidly curious. I almost begin to tip the cup to my lips...
>Wait.

>Did she just try to give me fucking carfe?

>My eyes bulge as I stick the cup as far away from my mouth as humanly possible, holding it at arm length like it's a poisonous snake.
>"Dude, what the fuck? Didn't you guys tell me this shit could, like--make my heart explode?"
>Reeda makes no effort to hide the snort that comes out of her, eyes half-lidded.
>"Relax, dude. It's diluted, baby stuff. Meant for humans. I doubt it'd even get me buzzed."

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Anonymous Fri 28 Jun 2024 05:09:26 No.66965049 Report

Quoted By: >>66965236

>>66964899
>Despite the reassurance, I can't help but cringe in uncertainty. "I dunno, man..."
>Reeda's expression becomes tinged with annoyance. Patient, understanding annoyance, but annoyance all the same.
>"Anon, you trust me, right?"
>I nod, opening my mouth to speak. She cuts me off.
>"You know that I know what the hell I'm doin' when it comes to this stuff, right?"
>Again, I nod. One of her claws has reached up, grasping the side of the cup she had offered me. She's leading it closer to my face.
>"Then be a good boy and open wide, alright? This'll be fuuuuuuun, just let loose for a bit."
>"But--"
>My attempt to protest was my own undoing. The moment my lips parted, Reeda nudged the cup forward and sent the diluted dosage into my mouth. On reflex, I swallowed as to not choke.
>"--Dude, not fucking cool!" I sputtered, coughing briefly as moisture tickled my windpipe.
>The raptor just snickered, sauntering away with a satisfied hum. "Sit down and chill before it hits, I'll get that splitscreen set up."
>Pissed by the way she had gone about it, I complied all the same, stumbling over to the edge of the bedframe and sinking down upon it. Reeda soon flopped down next to me, passing me a spare controller. One of this cheap, knock-off ones with the clear plastic cases, letting you see the internals.

>My anger remained for all of one match. By the end of it, I had mellowed out considerably. Playing vidya with Reeda--rather, just being around her in general filled me with infectious comfort. It was hard to stay angry at her.
>The half-shot of carfe in my bloodstream probably had something to do with it as well. Something that swiftly became more apparent.
>She had begun to sip from her own thermos to keep pace.
>By the end of the third match, we were gone.
>The gameplay itself became secondary. We weren't even really trying.
>Even if I wanted to, I was woefully distracted right now.
>"Loosened up" as I was, I couldn't help but keep stealing glances at Reeda.

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Anonymous Fri 28 Jun 2024 05:33:13 No.66965455 Report

Quoted By: >>66965559

>>66965236
>The sheer humor we got from his outburst was his doom. Reeda and I stopped playing the game at all, now wholly focused on making this bumpkin as pissed as possible.
>We alternate betraying him in increasingly elaborate ways as to avoid getting autobooted.
>Dixon's gamer rage only grew louder and more volatile. Even in my hazy head, I feel impressed over just how many slurs he's pulled out to fling at us.
>I'm the one to earn the glory of pushing him to his limit though.
>We're down 110 to 34. Dixon has collected his breath enough to acquire a sniper rifle.
>I creep up behind him and wait until he gets comfy in his little perch in a corner of the map. The moment he's about to take a shot, I hop up and eat it. Friendly Fire's disabled in the Master Crug Collection port of Breach.
>Each bodyblock earns more howling. Reeda's beginning to lose it.
>The moment he's forced to reload, there the audible noise of something plastic cracking against the wall through Dixon's microphone before it suddenly cuts off.

>We're reduced to hysterics. My stomach hurts from how hard I'm laughing, forcing me to flop onto my back along the mattress as I try to contain myself.
>Reeda's hunched over, giggling like a weird, peachy gargoyle, her tail whipping violently behind her.
>With a fresh wave of cackling she doubles back, flopping on top of me--which only earns a renewed chorus of snickering from the abrupt contact.
>As we both struggle to catch our breath and try to stop egging each other to begin breaking down again, the match comes to an end. We don't bother requeuing, the game booting us to the main menu while we try to compose ourselves.
>We're both huffing for breath, tiny little high-chuckles escaping either of us every so often.
>Reeda's head and shoulders are draped over my stomach, and she's yet to move herself. Not that I mind.

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Anonymous Fri 28 Jun 2024 05:39:45 No.66965559 Report

Quoted By: >>66965632 >>66965658

>>66965455
>At some point during the chaos, my left hand, the nearest to her, had slipped against the thick mane as it pooled over my torso. Despite myself, I couldn't help but card my fingers through it gently.
>Holy fuck, her hair was soft.
>I shouldn't be doing that. That's fucking weird, I know it is, but... I kinda want to keep doing.
>Reeda's not stopping me.
>Rather, her head's tilted to rest a cheek against my torso. Her breathing's gone from erratic, to normal, to deep. Inhaling slowly.
>...Is she smelling me?
>"Dude?"
>Reeda giggles absent-mindedly in response, a laugh that fades into a low hum. Her body creeps closer with a shimmy of her shoulders, her head sliding further along my shirt, eyes closed.
>One of her claws raised, talon-tips brushing against my forearm, drawing white lines across my skin.
>Fogged up as I am, it's enough to draw some sober panic out of me.
>"Reeda, what...?"
>I'm either too high to find the words to finish the sentence, or simply too shocked by her next actions to do so.
>Reeda's body moved up and closer, shifting over mine. Her legs straddled my thighs, her arms wrapping around midsection loosely as her head tucked in the crooked of my neck.
>I can feel her breath huffing against my throat, slow and deep.
>"...You smell nice, bro," she mumbled.
>Her arms squeezed me gently, another hum escaping her. "You're hella warm, too..."
>Through the mists of the diluted carfe in my veins, I can feel the alarms finally beginning to break through.
>I should be pissing myself.
>My friend, my bro, my buddy who happened to be a female had slung herself across me like a blanket.

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Anonymous Fri 28 Jun 2024 05:44:18 No.66965632 Report

Quoted By: >>66965697 >>66965721 >>66965734

>>66965559
>It felt pretty fucking good, not gonna lie.
>Reeda's body is like a furnace, horribly warm and heavy in just the right way as she's settled upon me.
>I had kept my arms away out of shock at first, but slowly, just as she had to me, I allowed my limbs to wrap around the small of her back.
>This earns a murmur of approval from her, her face nuzzling against my throat slowly.
>We lay like this for a long time. My heart's hammering in my chest, but by comparison, Reeda's own is slow as could be.
>The fact I can actually feel her heartbeat near my own is enough to quicken my pulse all over again.
>This feels horrifically wrong, and yet...Between the high and warmth, it also feels incredibly right.
>I could kinda get used to this.
>Bros just casually have cuddle sesses after low-stakes matches of Rock Ring all the time, right?
>My internal monologue is interrupted by Reeda stirring against me. Her snout nudges along my throat, lips moving.

>"...You wanna play another match?" She mumbles at me.
>"Nah," I quickly reply. Maybe a little too quickly, but fuck it. "Let's, uh...Let's just chill like this for a bit."
>"Good answer, broseph..."

end
not my best i think. im really tired, my apolocheese
hope u frens still enjoyed it a lil