You step cautiously into Dexter’s house, recalling his anxious request to check if the pink cloud from his experiment had dissipated. But as soon as you arrive, you realize the strange, thick haze still hangs in the air, filling every corner of the house and yard with its unnatural glow. Moving through the dense mist, you find Dexter’s Sister, Dee Dee in the back yard riding a pink pony rocker toy that she out grew several years ago. She’s in tight fitting pink ballerina outfit, the top pulled down, her breast exposed, swollen and dripping; her eyes are glazed as she looks up at the clouds, a wild grin on her face.
*She sits there, gripping the handles of the faded plastic pony rocker, her gaze unfocused, drool slipping down her chin as she mutters incoherently. * Dumb... Dumb… Dee Dee... she murmurs, her voice a distant whisper, lost in a haze. She is grinding down each time she rocks back and forth, her juices smearing and soaking her soft pink panties, glistening the entire seat and trailing down to the grass below. Each time she moves back she lets out a breathy, sighing moan. Her blue eyes held wild, the insane grin never leaving her face.