Purple Grump Cum Dump

>Be Green Man
>Literally as well as figuratively. You are weed man.
>You are more than just a NEET dealer. You're a fucking superhero.
>You can smoke a pound in a single bound.
>You get stronger with each blunt you smoke.
>Most men cum faster when they're high. Not Green Man. You last longer than MREs.
>Yet before you stands a challenger!
>Aria Blaze. As beautiful as she is moody.
>You always admired strong women. Strength is to be celebrated.
>Also she is a singer! And a good one at that.
>Strong hands, hard demeanor, talented throat...
"I accept your challenge. But lets raise the stakes."
>"Sure, whatever you want loser. Not like its gonna matter." she replied rolling her eyes.
>She sat across from you arms crossed oozing confidence. Those pigtails are going to make good handles....
>You pull out a milk carton under the table between you and set your supplies.
"If you win I'll give you all my weed. Three pounds. But if I win I fuck your mouth until I cum."
>"Pfft really? Like I'd let you." She flicks a couple stray hairs off her face.
"A deals a deal." you reply.
"Unless your... chicken."
>Her purple lips scrunched up.
>She stands and slams her hands on the table.
>"What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?"
>Keeping a straight face you stand, arms tucked like a T-Rex, making chicken sounds.
>She reaches across the table and grabs your shirt collar. She pulls you in close.
>The grip on this woman! It's inhuman!
>"Nobody. Calls me chicken."
>You can feel her warm breath kiss your face with every word.
>Dear god just staring into her eyes makes your dick hard.
"Then why don't you grow a pair and step up to the plate, bitch?"
>She released you. "Hmmph" And sits back down.
>She picks up the first blunt from the first cigar box and lights up.
>"I've been blazing since before you were born" She cooed in a pillow of smoke.
"Well that explains your sour attitude." you reply lighting your own. "You must of been smoking that bullshit."

*****

>28 blunts, 1/2 ounce of hash, now working on 6th gram of dabs.
>You were right. She WAS inhuman
>Her once hard eyes have softened considerably, but otherwise unfazed.
>You sip your tea. And pull out more dabs.
>"Had enough human?" She said with a shit-eating grin "I'm just getting a buzz."
>Yeah fuck this. My dicks screaming and her eyes aren't even red.
"On the contrary. Lets step it up a notch."
>You stand. Over in the closet lies your magnum opus.
>Not a special strand. Not DNHP. Not even moon rocks. (complete gimmick btw)
>Inside reveals a Soxhlet Extractor and two weeks worth of extraction.
>The ethanol filled flask under the extractor boils. It's contents a cloudy amber color.
>You turn off the Bunsen burner and grasp the flask.
>The static electricity from your fingers cause strings of crystals to form.
>Originally your plan was to make jello shots out of this concoction
>But how many times do you meet such a worthy opponent? And a cute one at that?
>You bring the flask and a jug of OJ to the table.
>"The hell is THAT?" She asked. The flask of heavenly joy catching her interest.
>You smile.
"Pure THC dissolved in a ethanol/water solvent. When the solvent is oversaturated, crystals form.
>You display the rapidly growing crystals inside the flask. They thicken and weave themselves into intricate patterns.
"If this doesn't get you blazed, blazed ain't going to happen."