Drunk As A Skunk Novels & Stories

"I need a rare boneless ribeye and whatever my lady wants." We're back in our suite when I ask, "You don't drink?" "I can't. My nonhuman side can't tolerate drugs or alcohol." "Oh wow. I got sick once at lunch because of a glass of wine. Smoking weed, I spazzed out with my cousin and her friends. I guess I am cured because this wine isn't affecting me." "Did you see anything while you were high?" "Oh, my God! My cousin and her friends turned into demons." "Demons?"

My wolf, Conner, chuckles. “I told you to stop at two,” he laughs at my pain. Since I’m in control of my body at the moment, he isn’t feeling even the least bit hungover. I threaten to shift just to make a point and he shuts up. Gideon, Barry and I had spent all night playing poker in my living room and now I’m feeling the consequences of drinking sasquatch ale. Apparently, Barry’s friend, Susan, works with the local brewery and has helped them create a draft strong enough to down a full-grown Bigfoot, and also does a good job of knocking down a full-grown werewolf as well. Poor Gideon with his witch metabolism is a little better than a human in these situations.

A gnawing dread coiled in his stomach. There, sprawled out on the tattered, sweat-stained sofa, lay Drake—motionless but alive. His chest rose and fell in shallow, erratic breaths. One arm dangled limply over the edge, fingers barely touching the half-empty bottle of whiskey resting against the floor. His eyes were open but glazed over, pupils dilated like black holes, and his pale face was slick with sweat. The stench of vomit and intoxication clung to him like a second skin.

I say, looking between the two of them. “I’m sorry. Were you speaking? I think you need to get another hit of the helium balloon; you're losing your squeak.” Trevor says, rolling his eyes at me. Okay, I’m done with both of them. I turn around, raise my tail, and release my spray. When they start coughing and screaming, I laugh. Maybe being a skunk for a while won’t be such a bad thing. I bet they think twice before disrespecting me again. ____________________

Being her best friend, it is always fun to play along and do her ridiculous dares, except if it gets too extreme then I'll pretend just to calm her down, I'd fake the deed and she will believe me. I turned my head to face the guy, his aura might reek of power but his presence was sad, his persona spoke of an unbounded sadness, with his shoulders slumping down like he has given up in life and him chugging on the alcohol like it was water. Watching him, all I could say was that…The guy was a clear red flag. I love a challenge such as this one. "Kristen…" Sky mumbles inherently from her seat, she sounded so drunk,

"I agree. And I'm off for this entire weekend, with another doctor covering my service, so I'm free to get a little tipsy, too." I inclined my head her way. "Dr. Wakely, I believe we've just made a plan for this evening. Would you like to begin having fun with a Tropical Orgasm?" Alison's eyes went wide. "Um, what? Excuse me?" Laughing, I bent my head to speak close to her ear. "One of the little-known facts about me is that I'm an expert in dirty drinks. My brothers and I went through this phase in college where we competed to see who could find and consume the most cocktails that had really sexy names. One of my favorites was Tropical Orgasm. Trust me . . . you won't be the same after you'

Robert sneered, he was definitely seeing red. "Drake, do we have the acid here?" I turned to Drake with a mischievous grin," I want my cousin to feel the pleasure when he used to burn the private parts of those girls with acid to erase the traces of his sins."I felt the same sourenes on my tongue when I vocalized his heinous raping methods.

I groaned, feeling groggy. It was like waking up after a night of excessive drinking. It may be more challenging for a werewolf to get drunk, but damn have I tried. My head was throbbing, my tongue tasted like ass and sand - no, you can’t ask why I know what either of those things tastes like, and every part of me was tingly. Not a fan. Two thumbs down and half a star. That half star is only because I’m still alive.

Kiran poured our drinks and we clinked our glasses together in a toast. “Are you scared yet?” Malachi asked me. “About what?” “A girl. All those boys out there,” he said and I got that look in my eyes and Kiran started to laugh. “That’s it. I’m moving. All those dead bodies buried in the forest. He’ll make Seward famous for disappearing teen boys at the height of their hormones,” Kiran said. “It won’t be that bad,” I said and Malachi laughed. “You should have seen Kiran at seventeen,” he said and Kiran choked on his drink.

I started sucking faster and harder, as I could feel myself getting ready to cum on my brothers cock and in Abigail's face. Katrina dropped her hands down and gave my nipples a hard twist, and I came for the sixth time that night and second time in fifteen minutes. I arched my back and screamed into Katrina's pussy. As I did it sent Katrina off as well; her thighs clamped down around my head and she started sliding back and forth riding my face. As I screamed into her pussy, Katrina screamed into the air. I went limp on the altar dropping my hands from Katrina's tits. My face was being smothered by Katrina's pussy and I felt as if I was going to pass out from cumming so hard so often, the wo