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DISCLAIMER: This story does contain teens (as most of my stories do) using illegal substances. If such content offends you, than this story series really is not for you :). This particular story does contain a homosexual relationship, and if that offends you also, then either skip over it or find something else to read (though I have never met a homophobic furry in all of my life). If you're underage than please don't read this story, but I know you will anyway because I'm a furry author, not a cop. But if you do read and decide to paw (for whatever reason you would decide to paw to this fairly un-yiffy story O_o) clean up after yourself and don't get caught, and if you're too young to know how to paw, get a buddy to help you.

-Miko Fox

Notes: O.K. So I've decided that maybe I should commit a little bit more to my work, e.g. making a story with parts, not just a short one. But I can admit it, I'm a really lazy s.o.b. so I rarely commit to anything, but I'm going to try. I have also incorporated a lot of my own personality into this series, particularly my character. Remember, this is a stoner story written by a stoner :p. Plus I've always enjoyed stoner comedies like Dazed and Confused, Up in Smoke and Detroit Rock City, so this was sort of my chance to write one. This was written as a comedy, you know, just something to laugh at, and I got a good kick out of writing it. And please, no "Drugs are bad." Themed comments. I've done countless hours of research over my life and have come to the conclusion that I haven't really hurt myself or anyone else in the 3 years that I've been smoking bud. I know I also decided to add myself as a character, because, well...I felt like it. His tendency to always forget shit when he's high is based off of my total lack of short term memory when I'm stoned. Lol. Many of these characters are based off of my friends, and some of these events did happen. For example this joint in the story that seems to last forever, I once smoked a J that kept burning for 35 minutes. Crazy. But enough about me, thanks for reading my really long notes and, Well, enjoy the story, and keep blazin'!

-Miko the Hippie Fox

P.S. Yeah, I forshadowed some drama with Max, just so I have a bit of conflict to work with later on in the story.

Four friends sat in Miko's old Toyota, as they drove away from their high school. It was lunch, and Miko, Zach, Max and Travis were intent on getting to the nearest Taco Bell (a stoners heaven) to quell the munchies they were about to get. Miko pulled his long black head fur out of his eyes and back into a pony tail as he struggled to see through it's long tangled mess. He scratched his fox ears that were poking through his beanie and began pawing through his music collection attempting to locate his missing Black Sabbath CD. He had quite possibly the messiest car in the history of the universe, the floor littered with scratched CDs, empty soda bottles and wrappers from various restaurants. Miko came from a fairly average household, 2 parents and a younger sibling, living in a middle class house in a normal suburban neighborhood.

"Damn, where is it!?" He growled in frustration. He knew he had left it somewhere in the car. "Yo, Maxie? Find my Sabbath cd!" the fox ordered to his friend sitting in the passenger seat next to him.

"I'm on it Stones." The wolf replied. Max was Miko's best friend, and often referred to the fox as 'Stones', appropriately named for his 60's sense of fashion and love for classic and psychedelic rock. On the other paw, Max was more of a metal head who enjoyed louder, faster and heavier music. He came from a slightly richer household, and was the youngest of the family, as his 2 older brothers preceded him. The wolf rummaged through the discs that littered Miko's car.

"Man, you rolled that J yet?" asked Travis the otter. He was the thug of the group, impatient, but always ready to joke around, and always ready to seriously mess up any guy the tried to fuck with him. He came from a household with 2 divorced parents and was constantly shifted between their homes, the rest of the gang is usually worried that he is hiding his feelings behind a mask of delinquency.

"Just a sec! This is hard if you don't have paws!" a Zebra replied frustratedly as he tried to roll the joint between his two huge hooves. "Ok I got it." He announced as he lifted the now rolled joint in the air triumphantly and gave a lick. Lastly, Zach was the Raver. Constantly found at clubs dancing to techno with a glow stick clenched in his mouth and his pupils dilated from ecstasy. Always known for his clumsiness, he was often the butt of everybody's jokes. His family was rich; he lived in a 3 story house, complete with a backyard swimming pool, a bit of a snob compared to the others.

"Let me spark you up man," the otter offered, as he reached his Insane Clown Posse Zippo lighter out to light the Zebra's poorly rolled J. "Here ya go bro." He clicked the lighter and a tall blue flame appeared to kiss the paper with its heated bliss.

"Christ man! What's taking you so damn long to find the cd?" Miko exclaimed as he stopped at a red light.

"It's hard when you've got your shit everywhere Miko! Ah, wait...here it is!" and he held up a copy of Black Sabbath's Sabotage. He placed it into the cd player and cranked it up. He reached back and took the joint from the otter, who was grinning and blowing smoke out of his nostrils. He took a hit and his eyes crossed as he watched the cherry get sucked back a few millimeters. Miko couldn't help but laugh at the hilarious face he made when he toked.

The fox, still snickering, took the joint from Max and examined it. "What the hell is this man?! It looks like a 2 year old rolled it!" he said, not taking his eyes off of it and Max had to take the wheel to avoid a crash. "Sorry man," the fox apologized, sticking the J in his muzzle and taking back the wheel. He took a fairly large hit and he handed it back to Zach.

The car was beginning to grow hazy with smoke. Max cycled through the songs on the cd but couldn't decide what to listen to, so he picked a random song and picked up Miko's multi-colored bong that was lying on the floor next to his shoe. He gave a questioning look to Miko who glanced back.

"Stash is in the glove compartment man." The fox said, squinting to see through the smoke. Max opened the compartment to find something very interesting sitting next to a quarter ounce of purple haze. He nudged his buddy in the shoulder.

"Stones, what the hell is this doing in there?" The wolf said, holding up a copy of "Tail Raised.", Miko's favorite homosexual magazine, which displayed a very attractive looking snow leopard bending over with his tail raised high in the air, revealing a very tight butt and tail hole. Miko, though confident in his bisexuality, was embarrassed that his buddy had found an 'overused' copy of his favorite yiff magazine lying around, so he snatched it and chucked into the back of the car, where it smacked his otter friend in the face.

"Sorry about that. Just load the bong already! I havn't even gotten a buzz yet." The fox nervously tried changing the subject. Max rolled his eyes and began crumbling and loading a large, purple tinted nug into the bowl. He pulled a small bottle of water from his pocket and filled the pipe. He sparked it up and Miko began cracking up at his hilariously cross eyed face as he inhaled from it.

Meanwhile in the back of the Toyota, Zach and Travis were fighting. Travis was being his usual immature self and was holding the joint just out of reach of Zach's outstretched hooves. "C'mon you asshole, give it back!" the Zebra shouted as he punched blindly through the smoke at the otter's nose, swinging and missing each time.

The otter cackled and took a drag from his guarded treasure and blew smoke out at Zach's face. Zach coughed and continued punching through the air.

"Dude! Quit being a dick! Gimmie the frickin' weed!" the Zebra yelled as he punched and finally landed a hoof into Travis's gut, who coughed out the smoke he'd just inhaled. He growled and reached out with one paw and started choking Zach.

"Hey shut up back there!" Max called back, fanning away some of the smoke. "I can't hear the music!" He growled, handing the bong to Stones.

"You kids knock it off or I'll turn this fuckin' car around and nobody's getting munchies!" the fox bellowed out as he took the bong from Max and made the turn into the shopping center that contained their precious Taco Bell.

After hearing the news of not getting any food, Travis immediately stopped his strangling and handed the joint to Zach, who was panting heavily from lack of air. He glared at Travis but was just relieved to have his turn. "Sorry." Travis muttered indifferently.

By the time the fox turned into the drive in, everyone was now fairly stoned and it was impossible to see through the car with all of the free floating smoke. He waited behind a car and searched for his wallet. After a few moments of frantic searching he took off his Nirvana beanie and it dropped out onto his stomach. "Okay, so like...um, what do you guys want?" He rasped into the clouds of smoke as he turned down the doom-latent, 70's heavy metal.

"Uuuh, wait. Where are we again man?" Zach asked as he reluctantly passed the joint to the otter next him.

"Ummm," Miko hesitated, trying to remember. A few moments later, he replied with "The place with the burritos and shit, ya know...what's it called..." he was struggling to remember.

"Taco Bell dude!" Max exclaimed, slapping Miko playfully in the arm. The wolf suppressed an annoyed groan; he hated being the only one with a short term memory.

"Oh that's right," the otter said back through the grey haze. "Um, 5 spicy beans for me. No drink, I already got this soda right here I think," he paused a moment to let out a short giggle. "That rhymed!" he finished through a big toothy grin.

"That's not a soda, it's my ankle dude." Zach laughed and the whole car shook with laughter.

A few minutes later, the car ahead was done ordering and they had decided on 20 spicy bean burritos and 4 large cherry Pepsis. Miko pulled the Toyota up to the speaker and rolled down the window, allowing a large cloud of smoke to poor out, clouding the air. The fresh air in the car revealed the gangs stupid smiles and squinty, mildly bloodshot eyes.

"Can I help you?" a heavily Mexican accented, female voice crackled out of the box.

"Oh yeah! Um, we need 20...uuuuh..." Miko hesitated, his short term memory completely shot.

Max let out his suppressed groan from earlier and leaned over him, answering their order into the speaker. "20 Spicy bean burritos, 4 cherry Pepsis."

"20 Cherry Pepsis, 4 spicy bean burritos." The voice repeated back to them.

"Yeah. Wait, what? No! 20 spicy bean burritos! 4 Pepsis!"

"Oh, se se," the voice said back through static crackle. "Is all?" she asked.

"Um, yeah." The fox replied, replacing his beanie back on his head and sliding his ears through the holes.

"22.54$" The voice said back. Miko very slowly and carefully guided the car around the bend to the first window.

"Oh shit son! Hide that bong!" Travis called from the back.

As Miko rounded the turn to the first window, Max desperately looked for a place to stash it, after much deliberation, he undid his belt and shoved the bong down his pants, his foxy friend being none the wiser. Travis then realized he was still holding half of a burning joint; he put it out by crushing the cherry end against his shoe and sticking it in his pocket. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and gave Max the thumbs up that it was hidden. The only thing they couldn't hide...was the smell.

He pulled out two twenties and waited for the window to open. When it did, a chubby female bear appeared at the window looking very tired and reached out to take the money. The gang saw her shoot them a funny look as she sniffed the scent reeking from the car. She disappeared for a moment behind the closed window and came back with Miko's change. But the fox was currently too focused flipping through the tracks on the cd to notice.

Max, once again covering for his buddy, took the money from her paw. "Thank you." He said, trying not to giggle.

"Food at next window," she said in her fractured English before adding "I smell what you doing. Get air freshener."

Miko lifted a paw to hide a huge smile he was getting and drove up to wait behind the car at the next window. He looked into the back of the car to check on his buds; Travis was staring blankly at the ceiling, while his raver friend tried counting the stripes on his arms. "Hey man?" Miko said to Max.

"Yeah?"

"Where'd you put my bong dude?"

The wolf hesitated. He smiled sheepishly, and motioned with his paw to his pants as he lifted up the bottom of his shirt. Miko only laughed, not appearing to be angry at all. "Dude if that spills, you're gonna smell like bong water for days!" he said, pinching his nose.

Max smiled a little. "Don't worry bro, I'll be careful," he said, patting his crotch. "You might want to give this an alcohol bath when you get home though."

The car in front of them pulled away with their food and Miko drove up in its place. He waited patiently for what seemed like hours, but after a solid 5 minutes of furiously fast burrito rolling, a very shapely vixen appeared as the window opened handing them 3 sacks that were filled the top with bean burrito goodness. She shot a seducing smile towards Max as she disappeared again to retrieve the drinks. When she returned and handed them to the fox, she got another good look at Max, particularly his eyes, when she did, it dawned on her what was going on. She gestured smoking a joint by placing two paw-fingers to her lips and inhaled, a signal asking if they had been toking.

Miko giggled and nodded, and Travis and Zach burst out laughing, yet again. She only smiled, nodded and turned around while waving goodbye.

The fox drove the car away from the eating establishment and back on the main road. Meanwhile Max passed the food to the backseat. "Eat up ya'll." He said, taking a large bite out of burrito. Travis watched with amusement at Zach's attempts to hold his food and take a bite, but was unable to. After a few seconds of watching, he returned to his own matters. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the half smoked joint. He paused for at least 30 seconds to try and decide on whether he should smoke or eat. He eventually decided he would smoke first and he lit the tip and took a drag.

Zach took notice to his actions quickly. He set his food down and tapped Travis's knee. "Hey man, don't bogart that shit!" He said, craving another drag.

"Pffft, fuck that! This shit's mi..." but before he could finish, he had subconsciously decided to eat. So he handed the joint to Zach and began devising a plan to fit an entire bean burrito in his mouth without choking.

In the front, Miko was struggling to see the road ahead of him. Not because of the smoke this time, but because his eyes had gone half shut and his vision was already bad to start with. He stopped at a stop sign and quickly took another hit from the bong. "Ok. That's enough for me man. I don't want to be so blitzed for math that I fall asleep again." He set the bong on the floor. "You quittin' too man?" He asked, again watching the road carefully. He felt like he was going 55 but when he glanced at the dash it revealed he was cruising at 22.

"Yeah I'm done dude," Max said, taking a bite out of his 3rd burrito. "He frickin' hit you with a book last time man! No way I want to go through that." He said through a mouth full of beans.

Miko smiled. "How're you guys holdin' up?" he asked into the back.

Zach was now the only one still smoking; he had art next period and preferred to be as stoned as possible, as it helped him paint. "Toasty dude." He replied back before blowing out a puff of smoke. Miko giggled.

"Hey guys, watch this..." he said mischievously. He reached out a paw and selected the song "Symptom of The Universe" from the CD. He turned the volume up to an ear bleeding level and rolled down the front windows. Before anyone could realize what was going on, the vulpine put his shoe to the gas and the Toyota took off down the road. Trees, cars and other furs whizzed past them as Miko drove the car into near lightspeed while laughing like a lunatic.

A very broad grin spread across Max's face. He stuck his head out the window and headbanged to the music. His tongue flapped out of his mouth, dangling in the rushing air flying past the car. Instinct took over and he let out a long wild howl towards the sky. In the back, Zach hugged around the wolf's seat, paralyzed with fear. Miko could barely hear the scream of "OH SHIT!" as Travis dropped the joint onto his lap.

He struggled, desperately searching for it, though it was now down to the roach, it had seemingly disappeared until he observed the smoke trailing out of a hole in his pants. A faint sizzling could be heard over Max's howls.

He stood up and shook like he had parkins's disease. "Oh shit man! Get this shit out of my pants!" He yelled, moving in hula dance type motions, trying to get it out. The only one who bothered to help was Max, who did so by beating his crotch in attempt to smother it. Travis smacked his paw away, and shook some more. The cherried tip finally fell out of his pants and onto the floor. The otter triumphantly stomped it out and sat back down, relieved that Miko had gone back to a sane speed and that they were pulling into the parking lot.

"Ok guys, be cool, Pince is coming up." Max warned. Up ahead, they could all clearly see Officer Pince, standing by his cruiser in front of the school.

"What're we going to do man? We're baked as fuck! If he sees us..." Zach began rambling worriedly.

"Man, it's all good. I got a plan." Miko replied confidently. He quietly whispered his plan to his buddies as if the officer could hear them 40 feet away. They approached him and Pince sniffed the air with his german shepard nose. "Ok, NOW!" Miko whispered. They all ducked down, out of sight. Luckily, Pince though the smell was coming from another student and went to check it out, his back turned to the Toyota. He didn't see the car driving by without any faces in the windows.

Miko parked close to the school and passed a bottle of Axe around. They sprayed up and eliminated most of the smell.

A minute later, they were in the cafeteria. They all split up to do what they needed to do. Max went to go find his metalhead buddies, Zach went to go take a leak, Travis went to go chill with the thugs, and Miko, whom was friends with the geeks and the stoners as well, sat down with his geeky friends he had known since elementary.

"Yo Travis! What up foo?" A short bloodhound called out to him as he approached.

"Yo." He said blankly as he leaned against a wall.

"Where 'you been dog? We couldn't find you!" A tall cheetah said.

"Blazin'." He replied unenthusiastically.

"What the fuck Travis! We were supposed to burn today! That's why we were waitin'! The cheetah scolded.

"It's 'aiight," Travis began. "I can miss next period, what about you man?" He asked the hound.

"Yeah whatever, fuck science." He said back with a smile.

"I got an off hour next so It's all good here." The cheetah said.

"So we gonna go to the usual spot?" The hound asked.

"Straight up." Travis said, leading the way. _I'm gonna be so fucked up..._he thought.

Meanwhile, Max searched for his buddies. But they were nowhere to be found. They had ditched him again. He sighed and sat down with a burrito to try and enjoy what was left of his high. Max held back a tear of betrayal.

Miko had two groups of friends. The stoners, and the geeks. Not that he was a geek per-se, but he had known the "geeks" since Elementary school and had always hung around them. He quickly spotted them at a table. He walked over as sturdily as possible, pulled out a chair and sat in it, sliding down into an almost laying down position. "'Sup guys?" he asked casually. He pulled the beanie over his eyes and relaxed.

"Nothing really..." A sandy colored kangaroo replied. "Isn't that right gill?" he said with a smirk to the golden retriever next to him.

"Dude, shut up!" the canine replied, jabbing the kangaroo in the side.

"Huh?" Miko replied sleepily from under his hat.

"Gill said you would suck his dick for 10$." The marsupial said before being attacked by the angry dog. A somewhat girly fight continued on the floor.

"Hey, If he's sucking anyone's dick it's mine and it's for free!" Miko heard the familiar voice behind him. He pulled off his beanie and looked up to see his boyfriend Marcus standing over him. Marcus smiled. Marcus was a fox, and looked somewhat like Miko. Although darker in color and much shorter black headfur that covered his left eye. He was also remarkably skinnier than Miko. He bent over and gave the other fox and upside down kiss. Marcus licked his lips for a moment, tasting the hint of weed in his boyfriend's mouth. "Again?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

"Aaaw, come on Markie, I was only having a little fun." Miko answered with a sheepish smile.

The vulpine sighed. "I have to get to class a few minutes early; I have to talk to Mr. Puck about something." He gave his boyfriend another quick kiss and left for his Spanish class.

Miko smiled to himself, and looked at the cafeteria through half shut eyes. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the school. He chuckled to himself, School Daze he thought.