Have Another

Katrina pulled into her parking space and sighed, resting her forehead against the steering wheel. There was no way around it, life sucked right now. Back-to-back twelve-hour days were enough to drive anybody insane, but she had been working schedules like that for the last six months. When her boss came to her and told her she was his "most trusted cook," she assumed that meant she was getting a raise. Ha. He might as well have called her "one of the family" for how much he meant it.

With a sigh, the red-furred ferret got out of her beat-up old hatchback and walked up to her apartment. At least she had somebody to come home to. Not a partner, but a sympathetic ear at least. Bonnie might be a raging stoner who never got up before noon, but she paid her share of the rent on time and cleaned up after herself. As far as Katrina was concerned, that was about all she could ask for in a roommate.

"I'm home," she called, hanging her purse by the door.

"Welcome back from the front, soldier!" Bonnie replied. Katrina rounded the corner and saw her there on the couch, bong perched between her legs. The living room always smelled like weed, but the ferret didn't mind much. After three years of cohabitating, she barely noticed anymore. "How was it today?"

"Shitty," Katrina grumbled, flopping down on the couch next to the plump dragoness. "Blake and Tay both called out, and halfway through the shift, Ji decided he had more important things to do. I think I got to sit down for about five minutes all damn day. My paws are fucking killing me, it feels like somebody shoved a sword through my back, and if I have to look at a pizza one more time I think I'll kill somebody."

Bonnie tutted, setting the bong on the coffee table and pulling the much smaller Katrina into a hug. The ferret blushed, thankful it was difficult to notice with her fur. Bonnie's deep purple scales felt cool and soothing against her body, relaxing after an endless day of work. There were a great many reasons she was grateful the dragoness wore as little clothing as she did around the house. High on the list was the fact that her hugs felt better than anybody else's in the world.

"We need to get you out of that place," the dragoness admonished. "They're gonna work you into an early grave! Did you check out any of those links I sent you?"

"No," Katrina replied miserably. She kept telling herself she'd look at them tomorrow, but every tomorrow just brought new stresses to run her ragged. "I haven't had time yet, not with this schedule."

"Are they ever going to replace Trevor?" Bonnie grumbled. "You've been working your hours and his for months now." Katrina shrugged and Bonnie sighed.

"What am I ever going to do with you, furface?" Bonnie asked, picking the bong back up. "You can't be working this hard all the damn time, you're gonna have a heart attack. How much coffee did you drink today?"

"Three cups," Katrina lied. Bonnie shot her a look.

"Sure. And how much coffee did you

actually

drink?"

Katrina grumbled, nothing got past the dragoness. "Seven cups," she confessed. "And three cigarettes."

Bonnie rolled her eyes and pulled the ferret up onto her lap. Katrina squeaked but didn't resist, allowing the much larger dragoness to reposition her freely. She might have had a tiny crush on the violet-scaled Bonnie. Okay, maybe a giant crush. But they had a good thing going! She didn't want to go too far too fast and screw everything up. What if Bonnie didn't feel the same way?

"Tri, you need to fucking relax," Bonnie said, running her long talons through the fur on Katrina's back. "I swear I can see the knots in your muscles from here."

"I'm fine," Katrina protested, but Bonnie cut her off.

"You clearly are not!" The dragoness responded. "Every night when you come home from that godforsaken place you look like you're going to start crying or break something. I can't remake the economy, but I can make you take a damn break."

She grabbed her bong and lighter, pressing the mouth up against Katrina's muzzle. She held the lighter up to the bowl and hit the switch, the tongue of flame torching the weed inside.

"Take a hit, fuzzball," Bonnie said, her voice dropping to a husky growl. Katrina's fur stood on end as she heeded her roommate's command, filling the bong with smoke. Bonnie removed the bowl and the ferret took the hit, a much bigger one than she intended. She went to breathe it out, only for Bonnie to clamp a massive paw over her mouth and nose.

"Ah, ah, ah," the dragon said as Karina squeaked into her palm. "You know how to smoke better than that, Tri. You've got to hold it, remember? Let that sweet smoke filter into your bloodstream and chase all the stress away. I'm more than happy to teach you proper form."

Katrina had a lot of thoughts about Bonnie's lessons on form, but she couldn't do anything to stop the dragon from doing whatever she wanted. She was maybe a third of her size and much weaker. Hell, she'd spent a good many nights lying awake in her room, fantasizing about Bonnie doing something much like this. But she didn't fantasize about having enough smoke in her lungs to fill a house!

After forcing her hold it long enough that the ferret's eyes were watering, Bonnie released her muzzle. Katrina breathed out with a gasp, then started hacking and coughing. She tried to protest, but couldn't form words through the coughs. That was totally over the line! What if she hurt herself?

Thankfully Bonnie was there with a bottle for her to drink from. She placed the straw between Katrina's lips and ordered her to drink. It wasn't until the ferret took a few good-sized gulps that she realized she was chugging whiskey.

Now there was a whole new burning sensation in her throat! Katrina whined, struggling to form the words to protest Bonnie's treatment of her. This wasn't relaxing at all! Her throat felt like it was on fire! But the dragon paid her no heed, bringing the mouth of the bong back to her lips.

"What's the matter, furface?" Bonnie asked, holding the lighter up to the bowl with one paw and plugging Katrina's nose with the other. Seeing no other choice, the ferret breathed in through the bong. "Can't handle a little heat? Guess you need some more practice."

As Katrina expected, when she took the hit all the way in, Bonnie's paw ended up over her muzzle once again. She squirmed, but didn't actually try to get free. By now, the first hit had set in, as did the three inadvertent shots of whiskey she did. The ferret felt fuzzy and weak, and resisting Bonnie sounded like so much work. She'd done enough of that for today.

"I can feel the fight draining out of you, little mammal," Bonnie hissed. "This is what you need. This is where you belong. Breathing smoke and drinking booze to get rid of those ridiculous notions that you should be thinking and working."

She removed her paw and Katrina breathed out. But this time, she didn't hack up a lung. Instead, she let out a needy moan and slumped against Bonnie's chest. She found to her delight that the dragon had removed her crop top and had no bra underneath, allowing the ferret to nestle her head between her roommate's ample breasts. She giggled.

"And what's so funny, furface?" Bonnie asked, taking a sip of whiskey for herself.

"Just I've... dreamed 'bout this," Katrina said. She giggled again, did she always sound this ditzy?

"Oh yeah?" Bonnie said, baring her talons. She ripped Katrina's t-shirt, pants, and underwear to shreds, making the little ferret shudder. "You've dreamed about your pretty roommate getting you so crossfaded you can't string words together?"

"Nuh-uh!" Katrina said, wriggling around and giggling. "Dreamin' 'bout you, dork!" Funny how easy it was to admit that now that there was a blanket of substances between her and her anxieties.

"Oh honey, that wasn't ever a secret," the dragoness said, holding the bong up to Katrina's lips once again and encouraging her to take a hit. This time, the ferret followed along eagerly. "Our walls are pretty thin, cupcake. Do you think I don't hear you moaning my name at three in the morning? Because I do, and have, for three years now."

Katrina whined, but she kept taking her hit. Bonnie wanted her to do it, and Bonnie was making her feel heavenly. When she finished inhaling and the scaly dragon forepaw clamped itself over her muzzle, she welcomed it.

"I've spent this whole time waiting for you to make your move, furface," Bonnie said, groping Katrina's breasts. "But apparently subtle flirtations were never going to be enough. So I decided I would take something off of your plate and melt your brain until you were in a state to accept it. I suppose it makes sense that a tiny little mammal would be a hopeless submissive."

Katrina pressed her head deeper in between Bonnie's breasts and moaned into her paw. She was so grateful! She never woulda been able to do this unless she was all stoned and stupid. Bonnie was so generous!

The dragoness released Katrina's muzzle, feeding her more whiskey. The ferret eagerly sucked it though the straw, squirming in her roommate's lap. She'd never felt this fuzzy, this out of it. Bonnie smoked this much weed every night, if not more! Was she really this much of a lightweight?

She had little time to ponder that as Bonnie effortlessly picked her up and carried her off to bed, tossing her down and tying her arms and legs to the frame. They were stretched out as wide as they could be, exposing her now-dripping pussy. Katrina pulled on the ropes, not so much out of a desire to escape as to feel how helpless she was. This felt like a dream, but somehow it was real!

"Mmm, now there's a pretty sight," Bonnie said. She grabbed her dab pen and loaded it up with wax, sticking the nozzle into Katrina's mouth. "But you aren't dumb enough yet for my tastes. Take a nice, deep breath for me, sub girl."

Katrina happily complied, filling up her lungs with the intoxicating fumes. Her vision was hazy, and the fluffy blanket on top of Bonnie's bed felt like heaven against her fur. The dragoness pulled the pen away and Katrina eagerly waited for her paw to come in and take away any hope of oxygen.

Instead, Bonnie straddled her head and forced her muzzle into her pussy with a moan. The ferret squealed, her scent was overwhelming! It was musky and potent, with an undercurrent of sweetness that was utterly intoxicating. Katrina swore there were hearts in her eyes as she stared up at her goddess of a roommate.

"Yeah, that's where you fucking belong," Bonnie snarled, grinding against her captive ferret's face. "Not slaving away at some ridiculous pizza chain, you belong right here, losing your mind and serving me. Wouldn't you rather do this than spend twelve hours killing yourself on that line every day?"

Katrina nodded hard, not caring that her lungs were crying out for fresh air. Concerns like "money" or "financial responsibility" were a million miles away right now. Why would she think about any of that when she could get stoned and serve Bonnie?

"Then consider it a deal, Tri," the dragon said, groping her tits and riding Katrina's face harder. "You can call that shithole tomorrow and quit, and instead you can stay home with me and show off that cute little body. I bet you'll have an eager, paying audience watching me use you like the little mammal toy you are."

Katrina let out the hit she'd been holding with a gasp, but her frantic inhalation pulled in no oxygen. Her whole world was Bonnie's cunt, and it seemed it was going to stay that way. She could always get another job if it turned out she needed one. This was so much better for her.

Bonnie's monologue ground to a halt as she fingered her clit, and she squirted all over Katrina's face. The ferret moaned and twitched beneath her, in desperate need of air and not caring one bit. Air didn't matter, Bonnie did. Sobriety didn't matter, Bonnie did. None of it mattered. Just Bonnie.

The dragon finally climbed off of her face, letting Katrina have all of one breath before she pushed the dab pen back between her lips. The ferret, despite her lungs crying out for more fresh air, took a deep hit. Obeying Bonnie mattered far more than fresh air.

"Now then, you were a very good sex toy for me," Bonnie said, clamping her paw over Katrina's muzzle once she was satisfied with the size of her hit. "But I'm not satisfied with that. If I'm going to turn my shy little roommate into my adorable servant and girlfriend, I'm going to need to wring all the cum from her like a fluffy little sponge."

Katrina writhed in her ropes and moaned as Bonnie slipped two huge fingers into her pussy. She rubbed her thumb over the ferret's clit, grinning as her captive pet howled like a banshee. She made no move to quiet her, letting Katrina lose her mind as much as she liked

It only took a minute for the ferret to cum herself senseless, soaking herself in her juices. She couldn't remember the last time she came that hard, if indeed she ever had. Katrina looked up at Bonnie, eyes glassy and dazed. Somehow, the dragoness looked more beautiful than she ever had.

"Well I can tell you one thing, Tri," Bonnie said, petting the ferret's tummy. "I don't think I'll let you be sober too often anymore."

Katrina nodded and giggled. This was much better anyway.

END