Intoxicating Coincidences
Hellhound, fur of sobriety and Flame of Intoxication greeting you with a lazy wave as you enter her dispensary. You always manage to show up when nobody else is in the store despite the popularity of the place. "Lookin' for the usual hon? Something new? Or just looking at me?" She asks, leaning forward on the glass counter which starts to crack under the weight of her barely contained e621 cup tits, though a quick flash of Flame reminds it to mend itself.
"The first and third. Your areola is sticking out." You answer, and only months of experience keeps you from getting an anime nosebleed when she pulls her entire tit out of her tie-dye crop top. "Sorry 'bout that, there's the whole thing for you." She grins, as proud of herself as the first time she did this to you. You get your little white baggie of pre rolls and flower after five minutes of trying to get her boob back inside her top. "I'm going on break. Smoke with me?" She asks, though you both know it's a prophecy of the future set in stone, and before you know it you're outside and swearing at your empty lighter. "Just use me, I was already ruined for marriage when you were still in school."
You stare incredulously. "Toxi we're... Whatever we are, but I've seen posts online. I'm no--" you're cut off by her touching the tip of her claw to your joint. "Inhale?" She ask-orders again, and you glower for a moment before the burning in your lungs makes the choice for you. "Thanks." You mutter through your first exhaled cloud of smoke.
"You know I'm actually from this world?" Toxi begins while leaning in to light her own joint with the tip of your own, pressing her soft tits and matted fur against your entire upper body, to say nothing of the sudden facial intimacy. Eyes full of kaleidoscopic twilight, skies full of sun and stars in equal measure stare into your own as her own first hit turns that sun red, then she turns away to lean against the wall next to you. "Traveled, 'course. Seen things, been people. Then ended up back here. Now how does that happen?" She looks at you expectantly, and the moment your lips move she answers herself. "Lost a bet! You see a neon colored door in the heart of a gas giant, don't open it."
You turn to say something snarky about how little you interact with gas giants but you're hit vividly with the sensation of it. You're seeing her memories, feeling her curiosity. Overwhelmed the moment the door opened and revealed a casino/arcade/card store/hotel stretching out so far that it had it's own horizon and weather patterns, gamblers launching chips into the clouds to hopefully pull a luck storm. Most of it is a blur you aren't equipped to understand, though the understanding is forced upon you anyway even though you can't parse it? You realize you've been unconsciously still taking hits through this experience and decide it might be okay to be confused about things. Eventually you understand that she met another Hellhound, the owner of the establishment. Sister Passion, fur of probability. Apparently Toxi made a joke at the expense of her being "sisterfluid" (which you don't understand, and can feel her withholding the information and snickering about it) which prompted Passion to challenge her to a rare chance to gamble directly with her without needing to get the honor as a prize at the arcade counter. You put your hand up, and the dreamlike recollection pauses.
"What's up? Gotta pee? You need to put your thumb between your fingers for that." "uh... No. Why would you accept this? The house always wins and she is the whole house."
She just stares at you before taking a cartoon inhale of her joint, sucking the ashes in too before exhaling a cloud of smoke that formed the words "fuck off" after which she huffs in annoyance, grabbing the paused flashback and tearing a chunk out of it like jerky. "You don't get the fancy version now. Long story short, she hyped me up and then the game was guessing what paw she was holding a chip in, and it turned out her hind paws were an option so I lost. Got told my punishment game was to find an interesting infinity in the most boring place I could think of." She grumps, stomping her paw and making a squeak sound. "Anyway, I gotta go titfuck a bong for my socials before the rush. Thanks for listening to me vent, hon. I accidentally put too much flower in your bag, don't tell God."
"Think you found anything interesting enough yet?" You ask her back as she starts to push her front door open with her chest. "Nah. Found at least one lump of raw potential that I'm keeping an eye on, though. I'm not the one making you always show up when there's time to chat no matter what time of day." She confesses, pushing the door open with a "hyup" and vanishing behind tinted glass, leaving you far too alone and full of chemicals to process this.
