High and Drunk
By JJ

	It was a rare night to be alone in the house, John was sitting in his living room watching the TV. He had a bottle of whiskey and a bag of weed sitting out on the coffee table. He lay back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. He sighed. The night had just started, there was a fresh nudge of weed packed into his pipe and a shot of whiskey next to it. It was one of those weeks. So much shit happened and he just wanted to black out. Suddenly the doorbell rang. The wolf grumbled as he got up and walked to the front door. He opened it to see a black feline with dark blue and black hair. She was slightly overweight. John sighed,
“Britain.”
He spoke in a dead pan voice. The cat rolled her eyes,
“Is Rosie here? It's my weekend and all.”
John had completely forgot to call her when Rosie and Eris had gone out camping with Oxus. He grumbled,
“Shit, I forgot to call you about her going out camping this weekend.”
The feline shook her head then turned. John looked back at the couch then looked at his ex wife. He sighed,
“Since you drove all this way why dont you hang out for a while. I have some weed and booze.”
Britain's ears perked up,
“Havent smoked in a long while, sure ill stick around and smoke with you.”
She walked into the house and John closed the door.

	John sat back down on the couch and handed Britain the pipe and lighter,
“You get the first hit. Careful though this stuff is premium shit.”
The cat nodded and put the pipe to her lips and flicked the lighter, lighting the green patch in the pipe. She took a deep breath, pulling in smoke. Then a short breath of fresh air and held it. She exhaled coughing and choking. John chuckled watching his ex wife.
“Told you.”
She glared at him,
“If I remember correctly I used to smoke you out long ago.”
John took the pipe from Britain. The cat grabbed the shot he had poured for himself and she downed it. She poured another as her head clouded up from the THC. John put the pipe to his lips and lit the patch of weed, breathing in holding and exhaling. He coughed a bit and closed his eyes for a moment. He put the pipe down and grabbed the shot of whiskey and downed it.
	The two went back and forth with the weed and the whiskey. After a while they were just drinking from the bottle and John had packed the pipe four times. John and Britain were both spread out on the couch. The whiskey was almost out. The wolf had the bottle in his paw and lifted it up, shaking it slightly. The brown liquid shoshed around and he twisted the top off and drank the little bit left. He dropped the bottle and let out a groan.
“I think I have another bottle in the kitchen.”
Britain pushed herself up off the couch and stumbled past the light blue wolf and into the kitchen. She found another bottle and came wobbling back out. The feline set the bottle on the table then fell to her knees.
“Ow.”
Her face was in John's lap, he had luckily spread his legs as she came down. The wolf chuckled looking down at her,
“Since you are down there.”
He grinned and moved his paw to his zipper and unzipped his pants. He put his paw back up and took a hit of the pipe. He exhaled and lay his head back. Britain sniffed, breathing in the wolf's musk. She moaned and began to rub her black furred face on John's hard red member, smearing precum all over her face. John handed her the pipe, which was still lit. She took a hit and let the smoke escape from her nose as she put her muzzle around the slick canine member. She slurped noisily then began to bob her head on his meat. John let out a groan,
“Oh god Brit.”
He panted, tongue hanging from the side of his mouth. He tried to sit up to watch his ex-wife suck his cock but he was too drunk and high. Britain's tongue lapped under the wolf's length. She pulled back off his cock, precum coating the inside of her mouth as she opened wide. John managed to pull his head up to see Britain looking up at him, her tongue lightly lapping at the tip of his cock. She stared deeply into his yellow eyes and he stared back. His cock throbbed and his knot began to swell. The black feline broke the stare and closed her eyes as she put his cock back into her mouth, deep throating it. John let out a low growl as he balled up his paws into a fist. Britain felt the warm liquid of her ex-husband's seedless cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed most of it but saved some. When the wolf's orgasm subsided she moved her head back and climbed up on the couch. The cat lent over to her former lover and pressed her black lips against his. The two kissed, then she opened up her mouth and began to push the cum into his muzzle. John gagged and choked slightly as his own seed was shoved into his maw. But he swallowed it. Britain ended the kiss and lay back. She grabbed the new bottle from the coffee table and opened it up taking a swig. John took another hit of the pipe and exhaled.
“Well, get to work on me now.”
John nodded, handing the pipe to Britain and sliding off the couch. He was on his knees between the black cat's legs. Britain undid the button and the zipper to her jeans and opened them up. Her scent was strong and John breathed it in as if it was his last breathes. She was intoxicating. The wolf pushed his cold wet nose up against the cat's pussy and began to slurp up her wetness. Britain ran her paws through his soft white hair, rubbing his head as his tongue licked in and out of her. He cleaned her out and panted. Britain grabbed the pipe from John and the wolf took the bottle from the feline. He moved his muzzle to her pussy and lifted the bottle of whiskey up and began to pour it on her crotch. The alcohol began to burn as the brown liquid snaked down her pussy lips and into her. Britain hissed, digging her claws into the cough cushion.
“Fuck John!”
The wolf slurped up the whiskey as he continued to pour it over her cunt. After the initial burn it began to hurt so good. Britain's hissing turned to low moans then screams of pleasure. John stopped pouring the booze as he was completely smashed. He sat back against the coffee table. Britain grunted and began to pull down her pants. John helped her get them off and tossed them aside. The black cat turned around, pushed her rear in the wolf's face. Britain's tail fluffed up as she felt the wolf's soft tongue lick at her pussy, she felt it slip into her. Then it licked down. John put his paws on her cheeks and spread them as he pushed his lips against her tailhole. His wet nose sniffing at her cunt and his tongue licking hard at her tight hole.
“Oh god John.”
She pushed her butt back against the wolf as she opened up. His tongue slipped into her asshole and he began to move his tongue in and out of her. Britain took a hit of the pipe, finishing it off. She held the smoke for a while longer then exhaled as she felt John's paws probing her pussy. He pushed three fingers into her and she gushed, cumming all over the couch and his paws. Her tailhole tightened up, pushing his tongue out of her. John gasped as he lay back again. He began to laugh as his ex-wife pussy juices spattered all over his crotch.

	Britain turned around and sat her bare ass on the couch and looked down at the wolf, who had fallen asleep. She shook her head and grabbed up the bottle and began to drink. She put the bottle down and got up. She wobbled then fell on the sleeping wolf, pushing the coffee table back. She crawled up the wolf. She quivered feeling the tip of his semi limp cock against her cum drenched pussy. She began to move up and down on it, rubbing her slit along the length until it hardened. John let out a moan as the feline positioned herself and sat down on the wolf's member. Feeling her ex-husband in her again felt so good. It hardened inside her, filling her up. Britain looked down at the passed out wolf and began to move herself back and forth on him. The tip of his canine member poked at her clit as it slid in and and out of her.
“Oh god fuck.”
The feline mewed, she huffed as her pussy gripped around the thick doggy dong. She sat down on it and let her cunt milk him. John stired slightly as Britain's sex began to tighten then release around him. He opened his mouth and let out a groan as his knot began to swell inside the feline. Britain gasped feeling the tennis ball sized lump grow in her, stretching her pussy a bit. She squeezed his knot and cock with her cunt, pulling it. John bucked his hips as he began to cum, pumping thick ropes of seedless jizz into the cat. Britain's fur frizzed up and he arched her back/
“Oh fuck John yes!”
She cried out. The black cat lay back against the couch and closed her eyes. She was stuck on him and she didnt really want to tear up her pussy getting off of him.

	John woke up first, he looked up at the digital clock over the fireplace, it was 7am. He groaned. There was a sticky mess all over his crotch. The wolf nudged the cat,
“Brit.”
The feline woke up and blinked at the wolf,
“John.”
“Let's sleep this off, come to my bedroom.”
He slowly got up and helped his ex-wife up. She pulled herself up and the both of them walked up stairs then down the hall to the master bed room. John fell face first onto the bed, Britain plopped next to him. The both of them were out.

End