Disclaimer: The events told in this work of fiction is just that: fiction. The drug that Will uses in this story does not exist, and if it does, it is purely coincidental. I do not approve of nor encourage anyone to try out hallucinogenic - heck, any - 'recreational' drugs at all. The stuff will mess you up, and life can be enjoyed perfectly well if you keep yourself away from them. At the best, its only fun for five minutes that you probably will not remember, and then you will suffer for the rest of your memorable life yearning for a fool's paradise. This is simply a whimsical fantasy of mine that will stay as just that. That aside, I hope you guys enjoy this.
"Dude, just pop a pill and enjoy... oh, you might also want to sit down when you do."
Angel. That's what Derek had called this stuff. I followed his advice to the letter, settling myself down on the couch. I had quickly done a tidy-up of the house, stowing anything important or dangerous if handled while drugged up inside cupboards and such, before duct-taping them shut. I didn't want to do anything stupid, after all. A mug - plastic - of water and the small white pill sat on the coffee table. The white pill had been edged with a golden tint, making it look like an angel's halo.
Oh well, here goes.
I crushed the pill on the inside rim of the mug, letting it crumble into the glass of water, and began to drink. Twenty dollar's worth of liquid flowed down my throat, and I quickly began to feel dizzy. Shit, what the fuck had that bastard given me? I staggered up to my feet, scrambling for some aspirin or something that could stop the drug mind-fucking my brain. I must have fallen down on the ground or something, because the next think I knew I was crawling up to the couch, where I shivered for a few seconds before I fell asleep.
"Ryan..."
The gentle, feminine voice in my ear made me shiver slightly, her cool breath sending the hairs on the back of my neck prickling. Wait, who the fuck was that? I jerked awake to fall off my couch, tumbling to the ground. Someone gasped, and I heard a flutter - like paper falling off a table. Sitting up, I leaned my head against the coffee table. Derek fucking scammed me, didn't he? Fuck... I rubbed the rough stubble of my neglect, and looked around a little more. Something wasn't right. I tried to put a few pieces together in my mind, thinking about what the hell had just happened.
"Ryan!"
The voice came again, more urgent, less gentle. The flutter of paper returned, and something pressed against my shoulder. It felt like a hand. The voice was coming from my right. I swiveled my head around, felt something slap against my face as the voice gave a cry of alarm. Ouch! What the hell was that? I heard something fall on the coffee table, and turned around.
Picking herself up was a small, doll-sized woman. She could not have been more than a foot and a half tall, and her crumpled wings flexed as she stood up. Her body was definitely mature, and she clocked in at about her early twenties. Fresh, nubile meat, huh? White robes covered her chest and hips, leaving her midriff bare as she folded her gently tanned arms under her ample globes. Her piercing blue eyes and flowing golden hair reminded me of... of... ah, fuck it. I looked at this little apparition, wondering what the hell was going on. Curious, I reached out and grabbed her like a five year old. She gave out a muffled scream of surprise as I picked her up, and held her in the palm of my hand. My fingers began to prod her skin, feeling it underneath her clothes.
"Hey! What the!? Ryan, stop this at once!" The mini-angel protested, and yelped as I pressed my finger against a breast. Rubbing it in circles, I watched with a curious expression as her face turned from alarmed to desperate worry. "Stop! That's just disgusting! Touching the breast of a woman you don't even know!"
"Some woman. Don't think I'll be fitting my cock in you, so just shut the fuck up." I groused, irritated. Pressing the breast down caused the mini-woman gave another squeal as I pressed a long-overdue-for-a-cut fingernail against her nipple, and began to flick it around. After a moment's consideration, I simply hooked the nail underneath and ripped her boob tube off her body. Throwing the scrap of fabric away, I admired her breasts for a while. The firm globes weren't marred by tan-lines, and had slightly darker circles on them to show off her nipples.
"Just what do you think gives you the right to do this, you overgrown perv!" All composure lost as her flaming red cheeks glowed red, she began to struggle against my grip. It was useless really, I had five feet on her and was about a hundred sixty times heavier than this one-pound doll. I pressed harder against her breasts, and with her complaining I lost all interest in them. Moving my way down, I saw that my pinkie was about as big as a foot long penis would be to a fully grown woman, and a smile formed on my face as I realized I could make this woman really, really uncomfortable. She saw this, and began to redouble her struggles. However, my hand was already more than a match at restraining her, so all I did was simply to lay her down on the coffee table, keeping her pinned down with my left hand as I began to probe her with my right.
