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This story was originally supposed to be a one-off with Noma, but it snowballed into something bigger. The plan is to have two more chapters attached to this story, in the coming weeks, but this may change; become something longer.","writing":"[center]Stripes and Spots\nCh. One - Afghan Haze[/center]\n\nBlue Champagne... or Afghan Haze? Choices, choices, choices. Gorilla Glue has been nice, but she's feeling like switching it up a bit. Her neighbors won't mind; a change of aromatic scenery could make their day. Now if this dispensary could answer their phone, she'll be in business. The clock says 4:37, but she knows full well that they aren't that busy around this time.\n\n\"Come on, pick up the phone.'' She says, feeling her disk act up. She really doesn't feel like navigating their menu under the influence. The last time she did that, she ended up losing over a thousand bucks. As a user, that was the best Spring Break of her life. But, as a business owner, that was the worst quarter she ever experienced.\n\n\"Hello, Tahoe Dispensary, this is Candice.'' An oddly-cheerful woman finally chimes in, breaking Noma's train of thought. \"How can I help you this fine afternoon?''\n\n\"I'm looking to place an order. How late do you make deliveries?'' She's definitely not leaving her store, especially not during this time of year.\n\n\"We're still making deliveries, don't you worry.'' This girl seems a little too cheerful. \"What were you looking to get today?''\n\n\"I've been browsing through your online menu and I'm debating between getting either the Blue Champagne or the Afghan Haze. Which do you recommend?''\n\n\"Well, I'm a big fan of the Champagne, whereas my boyfriend loves the Haze.'' Noma leans back in her chair, stretching her legs out from a long day of sitting. \"The Champagne is great because it helps keep me energized, especially helpful when I'm cleaning my house. But the Haze is good for a nice boost of energy that transcends you into a peaceful night of rest; my boyfriend works the nightshift at the Silver Legacy, so he can use all the sleep he can get.''\n\n\"Alright, that helps narrow it down.'' Noma says, leaning forward.\n\n\"Wonderful, which will it be?''\n\n\"I'll take the Afghan Haze... and some Gorilla Glue.'' Old habits die hard. \"Oh, do you have any of those cookies'n'cream edibles?''\n\n\"Yep, got a fresh batch today.''\n\n\"Excellent, put a couple bars on that order, too.''\n\n\"You got it, sister.'' She does have a cute laugh, though.\n\n\"And it'll be for Nomathalente, same address as always.''\n\n\"Got it, Noma. Your delivery driver will have the total for you at the door. Is there anything else I can help you with?''\n\n\"No, I'm good. You've been plenty of help.''\n\n\"Great. Then you have a wonderful evening.''\n\n\"You to-'' The one thing she hates about ordering anything off the phone, they always hang up before she can say goodbye. That's when her smartwatch started vibrating: 4:45, time to get ready for closing. Though, looking around the shop, she doesn't think it'll be too bad if she closes a little earlier than usual. Last customer came in over an hour ago and he didn't even buy anything. Noma pulls herself up, clutching the small of her back lightly.\n\n\"Damn back.'' She huffs, remembering what led to the back pain. She learned, the hard way, why an alchemist should never read just the first name of the chemical she's mixing; there's a huge difference between sodium carbonate and sodium chloride. One explosion and a hospital visit later, she's now stuck with a herniated disk. She quickly locks the door and flips the open sign to `closed.' As she looks outside, sprinkles of snow were starting to fall.\n\n\"Well,'' she says, stretching her arms up, \"gives me an excuse to crank the heat and cuddle with a blanket.'' She moves from one part of the store to the other, turning off lights and taking down displays. Potions, powders, pills... anything to make a wild night even wilder. It wasn't long until there was a light knocking at the front door. Noma sets down one of the bottles she had picked up and walks over, her leg limping slightly. A smile grows on her face, seeing who's at the front. She unlocks and opens the door, stretching out a hand to the delivery boy.\n\n\"Hey, Noma.'' The snow leopard says, taking a step into the store. \"How's business?''\n\n\"Eh... slow, sadly.'' She says, walking with the leopard to the counter. \"What about you, Ty?''\n\n\"Pretty busy, actually.'' He says, setting down the bag of products. \"I've been doing non-stop deliveries all day, pretty much every day, since Monday.'' He pulls out small, black containers and some sizeable chocolate bars.\n\n\"Ah, I'm sorry.'' Noma says, gently rubbing his shoulder.\n\n\"It's fine, I'm used to it.'' He says, turning to face Noma. \"At least I get to end my day seeing you.'' He smiles, holding some paperwork.\n\n\"You little charmer.'' Noma says, before rubbing his head. \"Your fiance is one lucky lady.'' She takes the papers from his hand, overlooking everything. \"How goes the wedding plan, anyway?''\n\n\"It's fine, she's been doing all the work.'' He says, his hand scratching the back of his neck. \"It's shaping to be something big... thank God her dad's paying for everything.''\n\n\"Well, that's awful nice of him.'' Noma says, signing the receipt. \"And I'm happy for you, Ty. I'm glad to see good things happen to good people.'' She hands him the receipt before bringing him in for a hug. \"In fact, wait here.'' She says before pulling away, strutting over to a wall across from them. Tyler just watches Noma, his eyes scanning up and down her backside. His face turns red, watching her hips sway from side-to-side. His face gets even redder when she bends down, having dropped whatever it was she was grabbing.\n\n\"It'd be rude of me to not get you a wedding gift.'' She says, breaking his focus. His eyes quickly dart away as he clears his throat. His heart pounds in his chest, thumping along to the sounds of her hooves clopping towards him on the wooden floor. She pushes a small, white bottle in front of him, draping her arm on his shoulder.\n\n\"Cum Pills?'' He asks, taking the bottle. \"What do these do, exactly?'' Her arm stretches over to his other shoulder, pulling him closer to her.\n\n\"These bad boys are like the little blue pill... but on steroids.'' She says, whispering into his ear. \"You and your soon-to-be wife will have the best wedding night and honeymoon. And that's a guarantee.'' She pulls away from him, moving towards the counter and goodies. \"Oh, and I'd suggest laying down some sheets before you consummate.''\n\n\"What?'' He asks, trying to get his brain back on track. Noma turns around, a sly grin stretching across her face.\n\n\"Lay down some sheets,'' she repeats, \"those increase sperm production. As in, you're gonna' make a huge mess.'' She takes one of the chocolate bars and carefully unwraps it. \"It's my number one seller because of that little, ahem, 'side effect.''' Tyler's hands and shoulders slump slightly.\n\n\"I can't take these... she hates the sight and feeling of cum.'' He moves towards Noma, placing the bottle on the counter. \"Even if she gives me a handjob, she forces me to use a condom because she 'doesn't want to feel it.''' Noma, after taking a bite of chocolate, grabs the bottle and gently shoves it into Tyler's jacket pocket.\n\n\"Then use it the next time you're alone.'' She says, mouth still full with edibles. \"Trust me, sweetie. You'll need the stress relief.'' He smiles, keeping his eyes on hers. Her hand moves up from his jacket and gently strokes the fur on his face.\n\n\"You're too good to me, Noma.'' He says, moving towards her for another hug, his head nuzzled perfectly in her chest. Noma reciprocates, while also nomming on some more chocolate.\n\n\"I'll see you, Monday. Alright?'' She says, moving her arms back.\n\n\"You're not seriously gonna' go through all of that in one weekend, are you?'' Tyler asks, making his way back to the front door. Noma sets the chocolate down on the counter and follows him, flicking some crumbs off her lips.\n\n\"No,'' she says, finishing the bite she took, \"there's this movie I really want to see. And I figured the two of us could go. After work, obviously.'' Tyler steps out the door, the snow was now falling even harder than before. Noma follows him outside towards his car, wrapping her arm around his shoulder.\n\n\"But what would I tell my fiance?'' Tyler asks. \"I don't know if she'd be okay with me going out on a date with another woman.''\n\n\"We're just friends, it's not like I'm trying to steal you away.''\n\n\"You could've fooled me with how much you're touching me.''\n\n\"Oh, like you weren't staring at my ass when I dropped the pills.''\n\n\"Alright, you got me there.''\n\nThe two stop next to a shiny new Hyundai Accord, Tyler pulls out his keys and goes for the door. Noma looks over the model, whistling at it's clean finish.\n\n\"New car, I'm assuming?'' She asks, admiring the paint work.\n\n\"Yep,'' Tyler says, getting into the driver's seat, \"it's a wedding gift, courtesy of her dad.''\n\n\"Nice. Better than that rusty death trap you were driving the other week.''\n\n\"Oh, yeah.'' He says, starting the engine. \"Fully paid for, fully-insured. I got lucky with this girl.'' He closes the door and rolls down the window, his head popping out to look at Noma. \"I'll try to get you a wedding invite.'' He says, looking down a bit. \"My fiance has been pretty picky about our guest list, so I can't promise anything.'' Noma squats down, resting her arms on the window frame.\n\n\"As long as I get to see your fuzzy face every week,'' she says, pinching his cheek, \"don't worry about it.'' She lets go and steps away from his car, pulling her arms closer to her chest. \"And drive safe, okay?''\n\n\"I will.'' Tyler says as he rolls up the window. The car pulls out from the space and starts driving down the road, flakes of snow kicking up behind the tires. Noma just watches, her favorite person in the whole, wide world, riding off into the night.\n\n\"If only you were single.'' She says as she walks back towards her shop.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nNoma carefully adjusts the heat, cuddling up to the white robe draped over her body. She makes her way across the living, towards the kitchen, to the smells of the pizza bagels cooking in the cheap, nuclear-powered oven. The beeps go off, small pizzas sizzling with melted cheese and flakes of bacon. Noma pulls the plate out, taking a quick bite of one of the small delicacies. Instant regret makes her quickly set the plate down and exhale numerous times.\n\n\"Fuck, fuck, fuck!'' She says, fanning her burning mouth with her hands. She forces it down her throat before grabbing a soda from her fridge. She cracks open the can of lemon-lime bliss and pounds it harder than a frat boy pounds a Keystone Light. \"I should've known better.'' She says, taking another gulp of the liquid ambrosia. After her little 'incident,' Noma takes the plate once more and walks back into the living room. The TV set to some talent channel, going on it's thirteenth season, perfect for someone that just wants background noise. She sets the plate down, grabbing another bite. This time, she decides to cool it down before sticking it into her mouth.\n\nSatisfied with the pizza bite, she loosens her robe and sits down on the couch. She adjusts herself slightly, pulling her balls out from under her body, letting her cock dangle slightly over the edge of the couch. She leans forward, grabbing her grinder and container of Afghan Haze, her eyes focused a bit on the dark-green bong standing proudly as the centerpiece for her coffee table.\n\n'Let's see just how good you are.'' She says, placing a bud inside the grinder. She's still a bit buzzed from the edibles she ate earlier, but she wants to just conk herself out for the night. Once the bud was now a fine powder, she gently pinches a couple of flakes into the bowl, packing it in as tight as she could get it. She grabs another pizza bite before closing the bud container and reaching for her trusty lighter. Flicking it on, she stares at the flame for a moment.\n\n\"I should get a hemp wick.'' She says, eyes still focused on the flame. \"God only know what this butane is doing to me.'' She just shrugs and moves her lighter hand to the bowl, while simultaneously taking her free hand and moving the mouthpiece to her face. The fire dances across the dark green mass in the bowl, lighting up momentarily before turning into a pitch-black mess. Her mouth, carefully against the mouthpiece, takes a few small puffs to fill the chamber with more and more smoke. In the process, she sets the lighter back down on the table while taking small hits to prime her throat. Her lighter hand holds the base, while her other hand carefully covers the mouthpiece.\n\nShe lets out the small amount of smoke, filling the air with a light, skunky haze. Taking one last deep breath, she places the bong back up to her mouth and rips. As she lets the smoke sit in her lungs, she carefully sets the bong back down onto the table. Her chest lowers as a thicker haze fills the room. \"Fuck yeah.'' She says, coughing slightly. Now fully satiated, Noma grabs the plate of pizza, the can of soda, and leans into the couch to watch the show.\n\n\"And now, America,'' a young horse says to the camera, \"you voted for this guy, ever since the season started. Here he is, the dancing king, Mr. Collins!'' The horse moves off camera as a snow leopard makes his way on stage. Noma leans forward, her eyes trained on the hunk prancing across her TV.\n\n\"Oh, my God.'' She says, dropping one of her pizza bites on the floor. \"That... that can't be him.'' She sets the plate and soda back down on the table, ignoring the mess she made, and just keeps her focus on the TV. The snow leopard dances from one side of the screen to the other, going along with some hit pop song that came out over the summer. Noma grabs her remote, hitting pause to get a better look at the leopard. Even with her HDTV, she can't see his face all that well. She hits play, grabbing her iPhone and leaning back into the couch. Her fingers move around the keyboard, her eyes darting from the phone to the TV and back.\n\n\"Tucker Collins, from...'' She says, looking through his barren Wiki article. \"Seattle... damn.'' She leans forward, setting her phone back down on the table. She continues watching the leopard prance about, doing some rather... suggestive moves. Pointing his butt at the camera, stretching his legs up to his chest, even a bit of twerking here and there. Noma can't help but start rubbing the base of her cock. If she can't be with her spotted cutie, this'll be a good substitute. The leopard's dance ends with him lying on his stomach, his legs curling up behind him in a seductive manner. Noma quickly pauses the show on this frame, her cock getting harder and harder.\n\n\"Goddamn, he's cute.'' She says, rubbing her hand against the head of her cock. Her free hand grabs her phone, pulling up her mobile web browser. \"But I need something,'' her thumb slowly moves across the keyboard, typing out KinkBunny, \"more provocative.'' She says, hitting the enter key. Her thumb slips, hitting a random icon on the phone. Her TV suddenly starts streaming her phone's screen, but her eyes are still focused on her phone. After some more typing, images of snow leopards filled the TV; mostly femboys and twinks, masturbating or penetrating themselves with ungodly-sized dildos.\n\nHer thumb presses the link for one interesting video, the collective white fur brightened up her TV enough to make her turn her gaze. Her phone hand lowers, surprised at what just happened.\n\n\"I really wish I knew I could do this.'' She says, still rubbing her hand up and down her cock. \"Could've saved me so much time.'' She sets her phone down, once again, and leans back into the couch. Her cock was now at its hardest, her precum making the best lube she could ever ask for. The snow leopard on the screen was stroking his own cock, staring at the camera lens. He smiles, rubbing his balls at the same time. The video was a bit amateurish, but still crystal clear; better than most videos she's come across during her extracurricular activities.\n\n\"Wanna' see something awesome?'' He asks the camera, slowly lifting his balls.\n\n\"Yeah.'' Noma says under her breath, rubbing her balls as well. The snow leopard stretches his legs up, a large, black buttplug in his tight hole. Noma starts stroking herself faster, impressed by the size of the plug. She hears the snow leopard grunting a bit as he pushes the plug out.\n\nIt wasn't a simple buttplug.\n\nWhat slid out of this femboy's ass was the widest, and longest, horse dildo Noma has ever seen. At least 20 inches in length, longer than herself. As the dildo slides out, the snow leopard shoots a huge load all over his chest and stomach. Some cum landing on his face, making him giggle a bit.\n\n\"Oops,'' he says, licking the cum off his muzzle, \"that wasn't supposed to happen so soon.'' Noma kept stroking her cock, gently squeezing her balls. \"Looks like I need to be punished.''\n\n\"Yeah, you do.'' Noma says, closing her eyes and pulling her hands to her breasts. Her fingers ran around her nipples, getting them as hard as her cock.\n\n\"Then punish me.'' Tyler says, jolting Noma's eyes open. Her favorite leopard stood before him, stark naked and rock hard. \"I know you want to.''\n\n\"Ty?'' Noma asks, trying to stand up. Tyler stretches out his arm, keeping her on the couch. He grabs her hand and moves it towards her cock.\n\n\"This is your time, Noma.'' He says, turning his back towards her. Her hand continues to rub up and down her cock, watching him bend forward slightly and raise his tail. \"Do what you need to now, you can punish me later.'' His tail gently brushes against her stomach and leg.\n\n\"I love you, Ty.'' She says, her eyes focused on his. \"I've loved you for...'' His tail covers her mouth, her eyes close as she inhales the scent of his fur.\n\n\"Wait until you see me again.'' He says, still brushing his tail across her face. \"For now, just play, enjoy the moment.'' Noma takes her free hand and strokes his tail. She's going to have to talk to the dispensary, get herself set up with a permanent delivery schedule if this is what she can look forward to. She let go of his tail, moving her hand down to her crotch. Her hand reaches under her balls, rubbing against her pussy lips.\n\n\"You're so sexy.'' She says, her cock now lying between her breasts. \"Could you wiggle your butt?'' Tyler smiles, his hips swaying slowly from side to side. Noma's eyes focus on his butt; one hand rubbing the underside of her cock, the other fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. Tyler stops swaying and turns to face Noma, his hand moving towards his cock. Her gaze is still locked on his waist, licking her lips while watching his pink cock get stroked. His foreskin pulling back and pushing forward, making the head wet and shiny. Noma starts to feel her balls tighten, prepping for the end.\n\n\"I'm... gonna' cum.'' She says, rubbing her cock faster. Her other hand was soaked, the warm juices leak onto the floor and the dropped pizza bite.\n\n\"I know.'' Tyler says, his eyes closed and his hand stroking as fast. In an instant, Noma was hit in the face, several times, with load after load of her cum. It shoots across her face, on the back wall, down her throat. Her other hand curls as she starts squirting across the table, coating the remaining pizza bites with fresh pussy juice. Her cock keeps cumming, so much to the point that she had to push it away from her face. Her tits and stomach were now just as covered as her face and mouth. The black fur and red stripes now coated with globs and strands of pure-white jizz.\n\n\"Oh, that felt amazing.'' The snow leopard on the TV says, his dildo squirting cum lube all over his back. Noma wipes cum off of her face, looking at the TV. Her leopard, her love, was gone... never to be seen again. She stands up from the couch, cum still oozing down her body and robe. She adjusts her robe, cuddling it closer to her. The cum leaving the collar matted and sticky, but she didn't care. She just keeps thinking about Tyler, watching him stroke his cock furiously to hers.\n\n\"If only you were single.'' She says, frowning slightly and walking towards her bathroom, a trail of cum behind her.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nKnocking a door can be annoying, but knocking a door on a Sunday can be even more annoying. 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Stripes and Spots
Ch. One - Afghan Haze


Blue Champagne... or Afghan Haze? Choices, choices, choices. Gorilla Glue has been nice, but she's feeling like switching it up a bit. Her neighbors won't mind; a change of aromatic scenery could make their day. Now if this dispensary could answer their phone, she'll be in business. The clock says 4:37, but she knows full well that they aren't that busy around this time.

"Come on, pick up the phone.'' She says, feeling her disk act up. She really doesn't feel like navigating their menu under the influence. The last time she did that, she ended up losing over a thousand bucks. As a user, that was the best Spring Break of her life. But, as a business owner, that was the worst quarter she ever experienced.

"Hello, Tahoe Dispensary, this is Candice.'' An oddly-cheerful woman finally chimes in, breaking Noma's train of thought. "How can I help you this fine afternoon?''

"I'm looking to place an order. How late do you make deliveries?'' She's definitely not leaving her store, especially not during this time of year.

"We're still making deliveries, don't you worry.'' This girl seems a little too cheerful. "What were you looking to get today?''

"I've been browsing through your online menu and I'm debating between getting either the Blue Champagne or the Afghan Haze. Which do you recommend?''

"Well, I'm a big fan of the Champagne, whereas my boyfriend loves the Haze.'' Noma leans back in her chair, stretching her legs out from a long day of sitting. "The Champagne is great because it helps keep me energized, especially helpful when I'm cleaning my house. But the Haze is good for a nice boost of energy that transcends you into a peaceful night of rest; my boyfriend works the nightshift at the Silver Legacy, so he can use all the sleep he can get.''

"Alright, that helps narrow it down.'' Noma says, leaning forward.

"Wonderful, which will it be?''

"I'll take the Afghan Haze... and some Gorilla Glue.'' Old habits die hard. "Oh, do you have any of those cookies'n'cream edibles?''

"Yep, got a fresh batch today.''

"Excellent, put a couple bars on that order, too.''

"You got it, sister.'' She does have a cute laugh, though.

"And it'll be for Nomathalente, same address as always.''

"Got it, Noma. Your delivery driver will have the total for you at the door. Is there anything else I can help you with?''

"No, I'm good. You've been plenty of help.''

"Great. Then you have a wonderful evening.''

"You to-'' The one thing she hates about ordering anything off the phone, they always hang up before she can say goodbye. That's when her smartwatch started vibrating: 4:45, time to get ready for closing. Though, looking around the shop, she doesn't think it'll be too bad if she closes a little earlier than usual. Last customer came in over an hour ago and he didn't even buy anything. Noma pulls herself up, clutching the small of her back lightly.

"Damn back.'' She huffs, remembering what led to the back pain. She learned, the hard way, why an alchemist should never read just the first name of the chemical she's mixing; there's a huge difference between sodium carbonate and sodium chloride. One explosion and a hospital visit later, she's now stuck with a herniated disk. She quickly locks the door and flips the open sign to `closed.' As she looks outside, sprinkles of snow were starting to fall.

"Well,'' she says, stretching her arms up, "gives me an excuse to crank the heat and cuddle with a blanket.'' She moves from one part of the store to the other, turning off lights and taking down displays. Potions, powders, pills... anything to make a wild night even wilder. It wasn't long until there was a light knocking at the front door. Noma sets down one of the bottles she had picked up and walks over, her leg limping slightly. A smile grows on her face, seeing who's at the front. She unlocks and opens the door, stretching out a hand to the delivery boy.

"Hey, Noma.'' The snow leopard says, taking a step into the store. "How's business?''

"Eh... slow, sadly.'' She says, walking with the leopard to the counter. "What about you, Ty?''

"Pretty busy, actually.'' He says, setting down the bag of products. "I've been doing non-stop deliveries all day, pretty much every day, since Monday.'' He pulls out small, black containers and some sizeable chocolate bars.

"Ah, I'm sorry.'' Noma says, gently rubbing his shoulder.

"It's fine, I'm used to it.'' He says, turning to face Noma. "At least I get to end my day seeing you.'' He smiles, holding some paperwork.

"You little charmer.'' Noma says, before rubbing his head. "Your fiance is one lucky lady.'' She takes the papers from his hand, overlooking everything. "How goes the wedding plan, anyway?''

"It's fine, she's been doing all the work.'' He says, his hand scratching the back of his neck. "It's shaping to be something big... thank God her dad's paying for everything.''

"Well, that's awful nice of him.'' Noma says, signing the receipt. "And I'm happy for you, Ty. I'm glad to see good things happen to good people.'' She hands him the receipt before bringing him in for a hug. "In fact, wait here.'' She says before pulling away, strutting over to a wall across from them. Tyler just watches Noma, his eyes scanning up and down her backside. His face turns red, watching her hips sway from side-to-side. His face gets even redder when she bends down, having dropped whatever it was she was grabbing.

"It'd be rude of me to not get you a wedding gift.'' She says, breaking his focus. His eyes quickly dart away as he clears his throat. His heart pounds in his chest, thumping along to the sounds of her hooves clopping towards him on the wooden floor. She pushes a small, white bottle in front of him, draping her arm on his shoulder.

"Cum Pills?'' He asks, taking the bottle. "What do these do, exactly?'' Her arm stretches over to his other shoulder, pulling him closer to her.

"These bad boys are like the little blue pill... but on steroids.'' She says, whispering into his ear. "You and your soon-to-be wife will have the best wedding night and honeymoon. And that's a guarantee.'' She pulls away from him, moving towards the counter and goodies. "Oh, and I'd suggest laying down some sheets before you consummate.''

"What?'' He asks, trying to get his brain back on track. Noma turns around, a sly grin stretching across her face.

"Lay down some sheets,'' she repeats, "those increase sperm production. As in, you're gonna' make a huge mess.'' She takes one of the chocolate bars and carefully unwraps it. "It's my number one seller because of that little, ahem, 'side effect.''' Tyler's hands and shoulders slump slightly.

"I can't take these... she hates the sight and feeling of cum.'' He moves towards Noma, placing the bottle on the counter. "Even if she gives me a handjob, she forces me to use a condom because she 'doesn't want to feel it.''' Noma, after taking a bite of chocolate, grabs the bottle and gently shoves it into Tyler's jacket pocket.

"Then use it the next time you're alone.'' She says, mouth still full with edibles. "Trust me, sweetie. You'll need the stress relief.'' He smiles, keeping his eyes on hers. Her hand moves up from his jacket and gently strokes the fur on his face.

"You're too good to me, Noma.'' He says, moving towards her for another hug, his head nuzzled perfectly in her chest. Noma reciprocates, while also nomming on some more chocolate.

"I'll see you, Monday. Alright?'' She says, moving her arms back.

"You're not seriously gonna' go through all of that in one weekend, are you?'' Tyler asks, making his way back to the front door. Noma sets the chocolate down on the counter and follows him, flicking some crumbs off her lips.

"No,'' she says, finishing the bite she took, "there's this movie I really want to see. And I figured the two of us could go. After work, obviously.'' Tyler steps out the door, the snow was now falling even harder than before. Noma follows him outside towards his car, wrapping her arm around his shoulder.

"But what would I tell my fiance?'' Tyler asks. "I don't know if she'd be okay with me going out on a date with another woman.''

"We're just friends, it's not like I'm trying to steal you away.''

"You could've fooled me with how much you're touching me.''

"Oh, like you weren't staring at my ass when I dropped the pills.''

"Alright, you got me there.''

The two stop next to a shiny new Hyundai Accord, Tyler pulls out his keys and goes for the door. Noma looks over the model, whistling at it's clean finish.

"New car, I'm assuming?'' She asks, admiring the paint work.

"Yep,'' Tyler says, getting into the driver's seat, "it's a wedding gift, courtesy of her dad.''

"Nice. Better than that rusty death trap you were driving the other week.''

"Oh, yeah.'' He says, starting the engine. "Fully paid for, fully-insured. I got lucky with this girl.'' He closes the door and rolls down the window, his head popping out to look at Noma. "I'll try to get you a wedding invite.'' He says, looking down a bit. "My fiance has been pretty picky about our guest list, so I can't promise anything.'' Noma squats down, resting her arms on the window frame.

"As long as I get to see your fuzzy face every week,'' she says, pinching his cheek, "don't worry about it.'' She lets go and steps away from his car, pulling her arms closer to her chest. "And drive safe, okay?''

"I will.'' Tyler says as he rolls up the window. The car pulls out from the space and starts driving down the road, flakes of snow kicking up behind the tires. Noma just watches, her favorite person in the whole, wide world, riding off into the night.

"If only you were single.'' She says as she walks back towards her shop.

* * *


Noma carefully adjusts the heat, cuddling up to the white robe draped over her body. She makes her way across the living, towards the kitchen, to the smells of the pizza bagels cooking in the cheap, nuclear-powered oven. The beeps go off, small pizzas sizzling with melted cheese and flakes of bacon. Noma pulls the plate out, taking a quick bite of one of the small delicacies. Instant regret makes her quickly set the plate down and exhale numerous times.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!'' She says, fanning her burning mouth with her hands. She forces it down her throat before grabbing a soda from her fridge. She cracks open the can of lemon-lime bliss and pounds it harder than a frat boy pounds a Keystone Light. "I should've known better.'' She says, taking another gulp of the liquid ambrosia. After her little 'incident,' Noma takes the plate once more and walks back into the living room. The TV set to some talent channel, going on it's thirteenth season, perfect for someone that just wants background noise. She sets the plate down, grabbing another bite. This time, she decides to cool it down before sticking it into her mouth.

Satisfied with the pizza bite, she loosens her robe and sits down on the couch. She adjusts herself slightly, pulling her balls out from under her body, letting her cock dangle slightly over the edge of the couch. She leans forward, grabbing her grinder and container of Afghan Haze, her eyes focused a bit on the dark-green bong standing proudly as the centerpiece for her coffee table.

'Let's see just how good you are.'' She says, placing a bud inside the grinder. She's still a bit buzzed from the edibles she ate earlier, but she wants to just conk herself out for the night. Once the bud was now a fine powder, she gently pinches a couple of flakes into the bowl, packing it in as tight as she could get it. She grabs another pizza bite before closing the bud container and reaching for her trusty lighter. Flicking it on, she stares at the flame for a moment.

"I should get a hemp wick.'' She says, eyes still focused on the flame. "God only know what this butane is doing to me.'' She just shrugs and moves her lighter hand to the bowl, while simultaneously taking her free hand and moving the mouthpiece to her face. The fire dances across the dark green mass in the bowl, lighting up momentarily before turning into a pitch-black mess. Her mouth, carefully against the mouthpiece, takes a few small puffs to fill the chamber with more and more smoke. In the process, she sets the lighter back down on the table while taking small hits to prime her throat. Her lighter hand holds the base, while her other hand carefully covers the mouthpiece.

She lets out the small amount of smoke, filling the air with a light, skunky haze. Taking one last deep breath, she places the bong back up to her mouth and rips. As she lets the smoke sit in her lungs, she carefully sets the bong back down onto the table. Her chest lowers as a thicker haze fills the room. "Fuck yeah.'' She says, coughing slightly. Now fully satiated, Noma grabs the plate of pizza, the can of soda, and leans into the couch to watch the show.

"And now, America,'' a young horse says to the camera, "you voted for this guy, ever since the season started. Here he is, the dancing king, Mr. Collins!'' The horse moves off camera as a snow leopard makes his way on stage. Noma leans forward, her eyes trained on the hunk prancing across her TV.

"Oh, my God.'' She says, dropping one of her pizza bites on the floor. "That... that can't be him.'' She sets the plate and soda back down on the table, ignoring the mess she made, and just keeps her focus on the TV. The snow leopard dances from one side of the screen to the other, going along with some hit pop song that came out over the summer. Noma grabs her remote, hitting pause to get a better look at the leopard. Even with her HDTV, she can't see his face all that well. She hits play, grabbing her iPhone and leaning back into the couch. Her fingers move around the keyboard, her eyes darting from the phone to the TV and back.

"Tucker Collins, from...'' She says, looking through his barren Wiki article. "Seattle... damn.'' She leans forward, setting her phone back down on the table. She continues watching the leopard prance about, doing some rather... suggestive moves. Pointing his butt at the camera, stretching his legs up to his chest, even a bit of twerking here and there. Noma can't help but start rubbing the base of her cock. If she can't be with her spotted cutie, this'll be a good substitute. The leopard's dance ends with him lying on his stomach, his legs curling up behind him in a seductive manner. Noma quickly pauses the show on this frame, her cock getting harder and harder.

"Goddamn, he's cute.'' She says, rubbing her hand against the head of her cock. Her free hand grabs her phone, pulling up her mobile web browser. "But I need something,'' her thumb slowly moves across the keyboard, typing out KinkBunny, "more provocative.'' She says, hitting the enter key. Her thumb slips, hitting a random icon on the phone. Her TV suddenly starts streaming her phone's screen, but her eyes are still focused on her phone. After some more typing, images of snow leopards filled the TV; mostly femboys and twinks, masturbating or penetrating themselves with ungodly-sized dildos.

Her thumb presses the link for one interesting video, the collective white fur brightened up her TV enough to make her turn her gaze. Her phone hand lowers, surprised at what just happened.

"I really wish I knew I could do this.'' She says, still rubbing her hand up and down her cock. "Could've saved me so much time.'' She sets her phone down, once again, and leans back into the couch. Her cock was now at its hardest, her precum making the best lube she could ever ask for. The snow leopard on the screen was stroking his own cock, staring at the camera lens. He smiles, rubbing his balls at the same time. The video was a bit amateurish, but still crystal clear; better than most videos she's come across during her extracurricular activities.

"Wanna' see something awesome?'' He asks the camera, slowly lifting his balls.

"Yeah.'' Noma says under her breath, rubbing her balls as well. The snow leopard stretches his legs up, a large, black buttplug in his tight hole. Noma starts stroking herself faster, impressed by the size of the plug. She hears the snow leopard grunting a bit as he pushes the plug out.

It wasn't a simple buttplug.

What slid out of this femboy's ass was the widest, and longest, horse dildo Noma has ever seen. At least 20 inches in length, longer than herself. As the dildo slides out, the snow leopard shoots a huge load all over his chest and stomach. Some cum landing on his face, making him giggle a bit.

"Oops,'' he says, licking the cum off his muzzle, "that wasn't supposed to happen so soon.'' Noma kept stroking her cock, gently squeezing her balls. "Looks like I need to be punished.''

"Yeah, you do.'' Noma says, closing her eyes and pulling her hands to her breasts. Her fingers ran around her nipples, getting them as hard as her cock.

"Then punish me.'' Tyler says, jolting Noma's eyes open. Her favorite leopard stood before him, stark naked and rock hard. "I know you want to.''

"Ty?'' Noma asks, trying to stand up. Tyler stretches out his arm, keeping her on the couch. He grabs her hand and moves it towards her cock.

"This is your time, Noma.'' He says, turning his back towards her. Her hand continues to rub up and down her cock, watching him bend forward slightly and raise his tail. "Do what you need to now, you can punish me later.'' His tail gently brushes against her stomach and leg.

"I love you, Ty.'' She says, her eyes focused on his. "I've loved you for...'' His tail covers her mouth, her eyes close as she inhales the scent of his fur.

"Wait until you see me again.'' He says, still brushing his tail across her face. "For now, just play, enjoy the moment.'' Noma takes her free hand and strokes his tail. She's going to have to talk to the dispensary, get herself set up with a permanent delivery schedule if this is what she can look forward to. She let go of his tail, moving her hand down to her crotch. Her hand reaches under her balls, rubbing against her pussy lips.

"You're so sexy.'' She says, her cock now lying between her breasts. "Could you wiggle your butt?'' Tyler smiles, his hips swaying slowly from side to side. Noma's eyes focus on his butt; one hand rubbing the underside of her cock, the other fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. Tyler stops swaying and turns to face Noma, his hand moving towards his cock. Her gaze is still locked on his waist, licking her lips while watching his pink cock get stroked. His foreskin pulling back and pushing forward, making the head wet and shiny. Noma starts to feel her balls tighten, prepping for the end.

"I'm... gonna' cum.'' She says, rubbing her cock faster. Her other hand was soaked, the warm juices leak onto the floor and the dropped pizza bite.

"I know.'' Tyler says, his eyes closed and his hand stroking as fast. In an instant, Noma was hit in the face, several times, with load after load of her cum. It shoots across her face, on the back wall, down her throat. Her other hand curls as she starts squirting across the table, coating the remaining pizza bites with fresh pussy juice. Her cock keeps cumming, so much to the point that she had to push it away from her face. Her tits and stomach were now just as covered as her face and mouth. The black fur and red stripes now coated with globs and strands of pure-white jizz.

"Oh, that felt amazing.'' The snow leopard on the TV says, his dildo squirting cum lube all over his back. Noma wipes cum off of her face, looking at the TV. Her leopard, her love, was gone... never to be seen again. She stands up from the couch, cum still oozing down her body and robe. She adjusts her robe, cuddling it closer to her. The cum leaving the collar matted and sticky, but she didn't care. She just keeps thinking about Tyler, watching him stroke his cock furiously to hers.

"If only you were single.'' She says, frowning slightly and walking towards her bathroom, a trail of cum behind her.

* * *


Knocking a door can be annoying, but knocking a door on a Sunday can be even more annoying. Noma was quickly understanding this difference as she slowly made her way downstairs to her shop. Her eyes were half-open and she loosely covered her robe, her hooves lightly scraping along the hardwood floor.

'Can't these idiots read the sign?'' She asks, rubbing the sand out of her eyes. 'We're closed.'' She unlocks the door and swings it open.

Tyler stands in front of her, drenched by rain and crying heavily. Noma stares at him, unsure what she should do or say. Tyler just rams into her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and pressing his face into her stomach.

"She's cheating on me.'' He says, trying not to breakdown any further. Noma wraps her arms around his shoulders, running her fingers through his hair. She lowers her head a bit, trying to get as close to his as possible, quietly talking to him.

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