i don't do drugs. i am drugs

Ganja would wiggle and writhe beneath her licks, protesting that Dione was mussing her fur but all the girl would get in response was an impish smile. Inky lips twisted into a grin, white teeth flashing lazily as she settled into her story, launching easily into it as words spilled from her lips. Ganja's reaction to her stories were the best, looking absolutely mortified here and there before launching herself into a fit of giggles as she rolled onto her back and withered around. Was the thc beginning to take effect? Dione could feel it, slipping over her lips a blaneket and muffling the world around her. So precious her dear Ganja... Ganja would speak a moment after Dione finished her tale, wiggling her way into Dione's plush black chest. "Yes my dear sweet... Never forget this. In a world full of monsters such as this family is all we can count on. I am all you will ever need..." Dione would whisper, curling herself around her tiny little bud, flipping bushy tail up and draping it over her child as neck arched to press lips against her neon forehead. Would she one day grow bangs such as her mother? Dione would exhale heavily, sending a wash of hot air over her daughters features before ruby gaze would flutter closed. "One day your father and I will teach you and your siblings to hunt monsters like us. To keep the world safe so everyone else can have fun... Would you like that?" Her words were a soft whisper, lips brushing against her daughters forehead as she spoke. She felt warm, floating, her head was somewhere else but her body was here. Yes... This was perfect...