Grink time.

She stretched out lazily, giving Grink a great view of her naked tits, then sprawled out next to him. She was having a hard time thinking straight. Probably because she was really, really high. Also stupid.

Grink rolled into his side and went in for a kiss. God, he was sexy! She kissed him back, smelling the cigarette smoke in his matted beard. She cooed a little as he roughly grabbed and mashed her left tit, his palm rough and sweaty.

She was thirsty, though. That kief had hit hard! She asked him for a glass of water and he looked annoyed, but grunted and walked out. On the way out he slapped her ass really hard, causing her to wince. That was gonna leave a bruise. She smiled, knowing that every time she sat down the pain would remind her of Grink.

There was a tap at the window. She looked up. Mark was here! He should meet Grink! They'd get along great! He was mouthing something but she couldn't really figure it out. She stared at him vacantly. He facepalmed and looked down. A second layer he was showing her his phone. In big letters it said FIND THE STASH.

Right, the stash! She gave a quick thumbs up right as Grink walked back in with two bottles of water. "What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously.

She stopped, trying to think. "Uh, I don't know..." She held out her thumb with a sudden burst of inspiration. "Want me to put my thumb in your ass?"

Grink looked blankly at her. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Good save, she thought.

As he started to unbuckle his pants, she tried to focus really hard. She was supposed to find his stash. It was important for some reason she couldn't remember. "Hey Grink, I was thinking- how about something a little spicier than kief?" She thought for a second. "Girl's gotta keep her stamina up."

Grink smiled - he was so cute when he smiled! He opened his closet door and pulled out a big cardboard box. When he opened it, she saw that it was full of plastic baggies. Squinting at them, she saw pills, powders, herbs, and all kinds of stuff. Grink grabbed a little bag of white powder and held it up.

"How about a white Christmas?"

Coke sounded perfect! She forgot that she had an encyclopedic knowledge of **** thanks to her transformation, but now it was coming in handy. She snatched it from him and slid a long fingernail into the bag. She held it up to her nose and snorted.

Zing! Zing! Zing! She hopped up on the bed, dropping the baggie in her excitement. She felt even better now!

"Hey, watch it! That shit's not ch-"

Grink's protests were cut short as she shoved her tongue in his mouth and pulled him down to the bed.