Amor Fabula Ep. 06

"How are we supposed to take them?" Ben asked.

"You just chew them up." Jumper shrugged. "The guy who passed them over said you're guaranteed to see rainbows and unicorns and shit for five to six hours."

"Let me get one." Ben held his hand out.

"Take the whole bag." Jumper passed it over. "If we get harassed by Harbor Police, I don't want them finding this shit. I'll get the rest of them later."

Ben was grinning wide as he took the bag.

Jumper started back toward the water. He called out to the crowd around the bonfire. "Yo, yo! I'm heading out to Coronado for a minute. Whoever wants to come along, let's go! I'll be coming back around midnight."

"You got room for all of us?" Scott asked.

"Hell, yeah, I got room! I've got room for thirty people on that bitch! We aren't playing any of that rock shit, though."

Jumper took not only the guys that had come with him, but Scott, his partner and another couple as well. That left only Kristy's friends and two stoners still on the island. They watched the people wade into the water until they reached the side of the boat, where a rope ladder was tossed over the side for them to climb up. Everybody was laughing because a couple of people were so drunk they barely made the climb, especially when some goof started shaking the ladder.

"Alice in Wonderland, huh?" Chuck took a look at the bag full of bulbs Ben was holding. "Are you really going to try one?"

"I'm going to do it." Ben nodded. "I'll go down a fucking rabbit hole!"

"Maybe you should wait until you're not drunk anymore." Kristy suggested.

"I'm not drunk." Ben denied.

"Ben, trust me, you're drunk." She insisted.

Kristy couldn't believe it when her boyfriend huffed at her. He straight huffed at her!

He shook the plastic bag at the stoners. "You guys down for this?"

Of course they were, Kristy knew. All those two had been doing ever since they'd shown up with Scott was smoke out. She watched Ben pull out a couple of those things and hand them to the stoners, who were sitting on their jackets. Right after this, Ben popped a bulb into his mouth. All three of them complained about how bad the bulbs tasted.

"Chuck, you want to try one?" Ben offered.

"No thanks. Not if I might have to steer the yacht later."

"How about you, Kristy? Fran?"

"I'll pass." Kristy said, too quickly.

"I'm not afraid." Fran held her hand out. "You only live once, right?"

All of a sudden, Kristy felt defensive. "I'm not afraid. I just don't think I'll like it."

"So don't take it." Fran replied.

Kristy heard the words, but she didn't like the way the brunette had said them. She got even more perturbed when Ben sat next to Fran and not her. This prompted Kristy to look at Jumper's boat. Everybody had already climbed up the ladder and gotten onboard. The boat's motor soon started up. She watched the boat turn around and head out into the night, with its lights getting smaller and smaller as it went along.

Ben and Fran were laughing, Kristy noticed. Chuck was drinking beer and staring dumbly into the bonfire. The two stoners were lying on their backs and staring into the sky, waiting for the UFO they'd seen earlier to poke out of the clouds again. For the next ten minutes, Kristy sat there and steamed, feeling angry and ignored by her boyfriend.

"Well, it's all gone." Ben announced. "And I'm not feeling anything."

"Did Jumper say it was supposed to happen right away?" Fran asked.

"I don't remember. Hey, what about you guys? Are you feeling it yet?"

"Naw." One of the stoners answered. "I've still got that rank taste in my mouth. Even the beer isn't making it go away."

"It did taste pretty nasty, didn't it?" Fran laughed.

Because she was drunk, the brunette reached out to push at Ben's shoulder. She started giggling right after. Ben pushed her back, also playful. They got closer, close enough that they started kissing.

Kristy got very, very angry then. Her boyfriend was not going along with the program, and if he kept kissing Fran like that, he wasn't going to be her boyfriend for a whole lot longer. The blonde didn't mind what she'd done with Chuck earlier, but the novelty was over for her. Kristy had tried another guy and it was fun and all that, but she wasn't about to start fawning over Chuck the way Ben was fawning over Fran. Besides, Chuck was drunk off his ass; he was sitting on the ground and staring out at the waves, so Kristy couldn't mess around with him even if she wanted to.

Kristy started regretting having gone out there that night. She regretted having gotten into Chuck's Jeep, and having agreed with Ben to try out their stupid Carousel idea. She wished she were back in her apartment, even if she was sitting there alone!

"Hey, there it is!" One of the stoners called out.

The blonde looked up at the heavens. She saw that same white UFO again, weaving in and out of the clouds as it if was moving, but not moving very far. What was it doing up there, undulating through the clouds like a fish through waves? It was still really high up, as it looked like a tiny pinprick of light.

"I think it's watching us." One of the stoners mentioned. "It's been in that same little area all night."

"It's trying to take our beer." The other stoner laughed. "Fuck that!"

Chuck had turned to watch the stoners. His eyes were half shut and his face revealed just how drunk he was. Slurring his words, he said, "They can't have the fucking beer!"

The stoners started laughing again.

Kristy made her head turn to see what Ben and Fran were doing. Maybe that weird bulb had done something to them after all. Both of them were gaping their eyes at each other and laughing hysterically.

It was too much for Kristy. She finished up her beer and got up too fast, feeling a sudden but thankfully short spell of vertigo. When she regained her balance, she plodded over to the chest of beer. The plodding revealed that she was probably as drunk as Chuck by then, but she didn't let that stop her. When she opened the chest, however, and after she'd plunged her hand into melting ice cubes and freezing water, she discovered all the beer was gone.

"Great." Kristy said. "Just great."

Chuck was lying on his side, close to the fire, sleeping. His phone had fallen out of his back pocket and was going off. Kristy walked over because Chuck's ring tone was going to drive her crazy if she kept hearing it all night.

"Yo, Chuck!" Jumper's voice pounded into Kristy's ear, the moment she answered.

"He's fucking drunk." Kristy slurred. "He fell asleep."

Jumper said something to her, but she didn't catch all of it. It was something about the Harbor Patrol. Jumper was talking one moment and then he wasn't. When Kristy realized he wasn't on the line anymore, she ended the call and the dropped the phone next to Chuck.

"My head hurts." Kristy muttered, wondering if there was another chest of beer nearby.

She trudged through the soft dirt, pausing when she got to Ben and Fran. That asshole had pulled that bitch's blouse up and was licking at her tits. When Ben stopped licking, he poured more beer on Fran's chest and started licking all over again.

"I'm going to keep my cool." Kristy mumbled. "Part of this is my fault, anyway, for saying yes when I should have said no. Fucking Ben!"

She turned and turned again. Chuck was asleep. Ben and Fran were getting it on, and the stoners were staring up at the sky.

For a second, Kristy considered taking Ben's beer away so she could drink it. Then she noticed the bag of Peyote bulbs down by Fran's feet.

"Fuck it." Kristy decided. "Just... fuck it."

She nearly lost her balance again, as she leaned over to grab the bag. After fumbling with the zip-lock, she upended the bag and dropped most of the remaining bulbs in the dirt. It didn't matter, as she only needed one. Kristy stuck it in her mouth and started chewing on it. It tasted like... Who knew what the fuck it tasted like? It was really hard to chew, enough that her jaws felt sore after a while. She managed to get the hard bits down, before she started back toward her towel. When Kristy got to her spot, she decided she didn't want to be by herself, so she dragged her towel over to where the stoners were.

Kristy set the towel down all rumpled up, but she didn't care too much about that. She lay down on her back, trying to hone in on that UFO again.

"Awwwesoomme." One of the stoners said in awe.

The white dot was still up there, doing whatever up there in the clouds.

"It's going to come down here." The other stoner commented. "I know it is."

Kristy found the dot. She couldn't tell if it was moving anymore. Maybe it was the clouds floating by that made it look as if the UFO was moving. Or maybe it was her own drunken head moving.

"You think they smoke weed on Mars?" A stoner wondered.

Both young men started laughing, causing Kristy to laugh along with them.

When they calmed down, all three became mesmerized by the dot in the sky. It was staring down at them in the same way they were staring up at it.

"It's getting closer." One of the stoners said, some ten minutes later.

By then, the Peyote was doing weird shit to Kristy's head. She thought she saw faces in the dark clouds. When she sat up, she had trouble focusing on the bonfire. It looked like people were dancing in it, people made of fire. She saw a lump on the ground, but it took her a good moment to figure out this was Chuck. She saw two other lumps close together, wailing into the night like banshees. That looked and sounded really weird, Kristy thought. When it dawned on her that the lumps were Ben and Fran, she got mad again, mad enough to lie back down next to the stoners.

The UFO really was bigger, she saw. It looked the size of the moon now.

"It's getting closer." The stoner repeated. "Way closer."

"Duuude..."

Kristy shook herself awake. She'd heard one of the stoners saying something, but when she turned to the side, she noticed they were both gone. When the blonde sat up, she saw the campfire but no one around it. The fire still looked as if fire people were in there having a jamboree. Where the hell were her friends?

"Oh, sure," She murmured. "Just leave me out here by myself."

At least the two yachts were still there, Kristy observed. For a second, she thought she was the only person still on the island.

"Kristy?" Fran's voice was heard.

The blonde tracked the voice, which was a little harder to do than she was used to. She saw Fran standing there nude. Fran's head was huge and shaped like a square. It frightened Kristy to look at the brunette, until she remembered how Ben and Fran had been gaping at each other earlier. Kristy assumed the Peyote was giving her a strange twist of reality.

"Kristy?" Fran asked a second time.

"I'm mad at you right now." The blonde rumbled back.

"I'm your friend." Fran stepped closer.

"Some fucking friend. You just stole my boyfriend!"

"No, I'm your friend." Fran replied.

The brunette smiled, her mouth three times as big as normal. Kristy shivered just from looking at it.

"You look like a cartoon." Kristy said, hoping to calm her nerves.

Fran descended to her knees, to one side of Kristy. "I'm your friend."

"I don't believe you." The blonde said.

Fran shifted around, putting her self between Kristy's legs. "I'm your friend."

"Why do you keep saying that?" Kristy wondered.

The brunette leaned over, her head as big as a computer monitor. She was still showing that eerie smile.

"Seriously, does my head look like a big square?" Kristy asked. She could not understand why Fran's shoulders and chest looked normal size, when her head looked so huge and ugly.

"I'm your friend." Fran told her.

A while light flashed across Kristy's eyes. That UFO must be pretty fucking close, she surmised, if it was taking up her entire vision like that. She glanced around, seeing that she was still lying on the ground, with Fran and her square head leaning over her body. That's when the blonde realized she was naked.

Kristy gasped. "What happened to my clothes?"

While holding herself up with one arm, Fran used her free hand to touch the blonde's stomach.

"Why are we both naked?" Kristy asked.

"Because we're friends." Fran said.

"Some friend you turned out to be." Kristy snapped.

"Let's be friends." Fran said, as she brought her body closer, and her huge head onto the blonde's chest.

The brunette began kissing Kristy's tits.

Kristy reached out to grasp Fran's shoulders, which felt normal to her. When she felt her forearms brushing against the brunette's big square head, she instinctively pulled her arms back. The second time, Kristy tentatively set her hands on Fran's hair, discovering that the brunette's head really was the shape of a big cereal box.

The blonde gasped again, when a huge tongue came out of Fran's mouth and licked half her belly all at once. That big cow tongue ran up Kristy's breast, giving her a good look at it, before it swept down toward her belly again.

"Oh, wow." Kristy said. "That Peyote crap really worked, didn't it? Fran, do things look really weird right now to you, because they look weird to me."

She touched Fran's head again, feeling the rolled edges and flat surfaces of a cube. Fran's hair and flesh felt normal, but that head-shape was so weird it was driving Kristy crazy. Fran slipped lower on her body, with that thick tongue leaving a wide swath of saliva in its wake. The tongue slid across one of Kristy's thighs, before it licked its way between her legs.

Kristy moaned, as she felt the wide appendage reach from one thigh to the next. Because the tongue was so big, Kristy felt every moist bump against her body. She shivered as it swiped across her pussy, over and over.

"I'm still mad at you." Kristy said, as the tongue did its work on her.

Before long, the blonde couldn't help but moan at what was being done.

"It's time to ride the carousel." A man's voice said.

Fran backed away. Chuck was standing there, nude and with an equally large head.

"What is going on with your heads?" Kristy asked, as she reached up to feel her own head. It felt like its normal shape.

Chuck had an erection, she noticed, as the man went to his knees. For a moment, Kristy forgot all about Chuck's weird head. She hoped Ben was watching all of this, after he'd given her the cold shoulder so he could fool around with Fran.

Kristy moaned when Chuck's thick cock pushed its way into her. He grinned as wide as Fran had earlier, showing teeth the size of playing dice and eyeballs the size of gold balls. That cock was as good as the last time, Kristy felt, as Chuck began pumping it into her. She'd been worried about how well it filled her up when compared to Ben, but not anymore. Kristy meant to enjoy every bit of what was coming to her, and again, she hoped her boyfriend was getting an eyeful!

Chuck was giving her a good throttling, as her body was bouncing back and forth below his. When Chuck's big head came in closer to kiss her, she simply figured the drugs still hadn't worn off and went with it. When Kristy opened her mouth, she found that Chuck's mouth was so much bigger. A huge tongue rolled out and pushed through her lips. Those drugs, the blonde thought, they were really doing a number on her mind. It really felt as if she had a really big cow tongue in her mouth.

After a few moments of trying to keep up with Chuck's huge mouth, Kristy had to push him back. She had to catch her breath. Chuck's hips kept moving the whole time, rubbing against her insides so much that Kristy had no sooner found her breath than she ended up crying out.

"Keep going, Chuck!" Kristy shouted, hoping to make Ben jealous. "Keep doing it!"

The blonde touched her lover's head, feeling that it had the same unnerving shape as Fran's. Because she couldn't deal with that, she ran her hands over Chuck's chest and arms, which were, thankfully, normal.

Chuck's head came down again, licking the side of Kristy's face as if it were a wet hand towel. When the tongue licked over Kristy's lips, she opened her mouth to let it in. The same as before, the tongue was large and overwhelming. As Kristy sucked on it, she felt its form changing inside her mouth. The tongue was becoming rounded. Its texture went from moist and bumpy to velvety and spongy. It felt as if she were sucking Chuck's cock again, as she had on the yacht earlier, but that was impossible because Chuck was already using his cock between her legs.

She was hallucinating, the blonde decided, because the Peyote bulb was still present in her system. Hadn't Jumper said the effect would last a few hours? The bulb was strong enough to convince her that something impossible was happening to her.

Kristy pushed Chuck back, looking at the man's mouth. It really looked like a cock instead of a tongue. She put her hand on it and confirmed that it felt like the cock she'd sucked off earlier. Chuck was still jostling her, enough that Kristy set it in her mind that he was a normal man, and that he was screwing her in a normal way. When Chuck tried to stick his huge tongue back in her mouth, she held him off.

"Wait a second." Kristy complained. "I can barely breath when you kiss me. Get off, will you?"

"It's time to ride the carousel." Chuck said.

"You already said that." The blonde pushed the man away.

Kristy switched places with him, mounting him across the waist and starting up her own rhythm. Out of curiosity, she touched his square head and felt that it was still square. Kristy's breasts were jiggling, until Chuck put his hands on them. It gave the blonde more than a little satisfaction to have his hands on her tits, as her chest was bigger than Fran's.

Chuck opened his mouth. That tongue that looked like a fat cock slid out, glistening with drool. Kristy stared at it, marveling at how much it resembled the real cock that was hiding in her pussy. It enticed her enough that she leaned over and set her lips on it. As she started sucking at the cock-tongue on the square-headed man, Chuck held her hips steady and began pushing into her from below.

At least now she didn't feel as if she were getting suffocated, Kristy thought. When she was running out of air, she simply let the tongue go for a few moments. Then her mouth went right back to the action. The blonde licked at the sides of the cock-tongue, before she sucked in the head and began bobbing on it with more fervor.

Chuck's hands tightened on her ass, as if he were getting closer to the brink. This prompted Kristy to wonder which cock would burst out first. That was such a strange way of thinking that Kristy didn't know how to even categorize it.

She tightened her lips, giving Chuck that blowjob deluxe grand finale. His tongue, his tongue shaped like a cock, started spurting at her face. Kristy had a second to move her head aside, although she caught a few globs with her hair. Out of instinct, she put her weight on one arm and clenched the spurting cock, tugging at it and causing Chuck to mumble as if he had his mouth full. At lot of his semen was dripping right back into his mouth, Kristy saw, but that didn't seem to be bothering him at all.

Because it wasn't real, Kristy assumed. There was no such thing as a cock-tongue, and that square head was normal size, as she would find out once the hallucinogenic wore off. All that stuff that had landed on her hair; that would probably vanish with the rest of her strange visions.

Chuck wasn't done yet. He gripped her ass tight and pumped into her. He was already close to orgasm, or was it double orgasm, thanks to what had happened on his face. Now, he wanted his second cock to go through the same exhilaration. He rammed his strong member into Kristy enough times to get her going. Suddenly, Chuck arched his back up and lifted the blonde with him. Unlike the first time they'd had sex, Chuck's cock was throbbing inside of Kristy, causing her to discover a new level of near-climax.