Roofie’d Reminders
By Limewah
Patron Reward for Izzy (July 2023)
18+

It isn’t often that Izzy invites me out for a night on the town - he doesn’t go out super often compared to most of our other friends. He’s an anxious boy. But that’s part of his charm. 
If he’s inviting me out, it’s just gonna be the two of us. Sometimes I’m just there as a wing-cat as he has an adorably awkward date with some cutie he met on a dating app. Sometimes I’m there as a shoulder to cry on when that date doesn’t end up leading to a long term thing.

So far, he hasn’t said what’s up. And it almost seems like he’s just out for drinks. No strings attached. He seems more relaxed than normal too. After a couple drinks in a quiet-ish pub where we can get the small talk out of the way, we’re both ready to head out for a dance. I can’t wait to get properly sweaty with this bunny - he’s actually a pretty good dancer too, once his inhibitions drop away.
We dive into the thudding sea of sound at Purgatorio, and head straight for the dance floor. I sway and curl like a charmed snake, he shuffles and slides and twists like something out of an 80s music video, and we both absolutely kill it out there. We can tell there’s eyes on us, and soon there’s other warm sweaty bodies pressed against us in the space - we sent out our joyous energy into the club, and the rest of the club felt it, and joined in.
Once it really got going, though, it was always a bit much for the bunny. So before we can get separated by the other dancers, I grab his wrist and mime drinking a glass of water with the other hand (no point trying to shout in this place) before tugging him through the crowd. 
The relief you get from stepping out from a packed dance floor… it’s like jumping into a cold bath on a hot day. The relief, and release… almost better than sex.
Almost.
We take our places at the bar and I get us a couple of pints of water  - to drink, not dump over ourselves, as much as I’d kind of love to do that. Izzy adjusts his earplugs and shifts a little bit.
“You okay?” I ask him. 
“Yeah, all good, just the seal’s a bit… there we go!” He looks relieved as he smiles at me. “Phew…”
“So! What’s the reason tonight?” I ask him as I slide over his water.
“What’s the what?”
 “Whenever we go dancing it’s because you have something on your mind! So what’s up?”
“Oh… yeah, I guess that’s true!” He laughed. “No, I guess.. Nah, I just wanted to cut a little looser tonight, and I know you’ll look out for me!”
“N’aww. So I’m your babysitter?”
“No!” Izzy sputter-laughs, though he genuinely looks a little bit taken off guard. I hope he realises that was a joke…
I give him a reassuring little bap on the upper arm, and he flinches back with a squeak. 
“Lemme get you a drink.”

We’re both feeling something fizzy and colourful, so we settle on one of the house ‘cocktails’ - just cranberry mint lemonade with vodka in it, really, but we’re not complaining. I glance towards the dance floor as I take my first sip - those writhing bodies are calling to me. I want more. But I don’t wanna abandon the poor bunny.

Speaking of which… I look back at him, to see him frowning with confusion. He’s smacking his lips. 
“Mmn. Dunno if I like this,” he said. “It’s a bit too sweet. Can I taste yours and see if there’s a difference?”
“Yeah, sure.” We trade off and I take a drink from his lemonade, and… it tastes exactly the same. Nothing tastes wrong with it at all.
“Nope. Don’t taste anything,” I say.
“This one tastes nicer to me,” Izzy says. “Mind if I keep this one?”
“Sure, be my guest.”
I’m feeling a little warmer. I haven’t drank in a while, or maybe the sugar’s hitting me. Not sure…
My crotch is feeling a little warm. I can’t help myself. I slip my hand down to sort of just rest on my shorts, between my legs.
Izzy's staring.
"Nikki… are you masturbating right now?"
"I don't think so… just feeling kind of horny." I wouldn't normally say that so bluntly but it feels right to do so right now. 
That lemonade's tasty. I take another sip.
"You don't even notice you're masturbating?"
"Nope."
"Because you aren't, right?"
Yeah, I'm not. He's right.

Why do I feel so horny if my hands are nowhere near my slit? 
 Izzy’s face splits into a grin.
“Something funny?” 
“No, no,” Izzy says. Though judging by his face the answer is ‘yes’. It's like I'd whipped out my vag in front of him and started rubbing it. 
Which I'm not doing, obviously.
“Hey," Izzy says, "take your shirt off.”
“Why?” 
“Cats shouldn’t be wearing shirts!”
Oh yeah. Right. Forgot.
“Way ahead of you.” I don’t see any reason not to. It is a little warm. And I am a cat. So the shirt’s not needed! I whip it off over my head and let my tits bounce, just barely held by my tight bra. I’m getting some looks already…
“Isn’t that better?” 
“Well, yeah.” that’s why it’s the right and normal thing to do. What was I thinking, wearing a shirt in the first place?
“That’s awesome, Nikki.”
I smile back at him. But he has that strange look on his face, even now. That weird, confusing look. 
“Nikki?”
“Yeah?”
“Nikki. Aren’t you forgetting something else?”
Shit, was I? My face is getting hot. I’m embarrassed as hell…
“When I say ‘Nikki’, you’re supposed to grab your tits!”
Doy. Of course. Now that he says it, I remember it. I immediately do as he says, grabbing my perky tits and giving them long, circular gropes.
“Thaaat’s right, Nikki.”
“Glad you’re here to remind me,” I moan, still massaging my boobs.
Why does my right hand feel sorta wet? Like I’ve been rubbing myself off…?
Couldn’t be that. I hadn’t been doing that.
Izzy said I wasn’t, so I mustn’t have been.
“Hey, Nikki?”
“Yeah?” I grip my tits harder and keep staring at him. He must have something else important to say.
“You know how, when you get a compliment, you cum on the spot?”
“Uh, yeah?” Weird how I’d forgotten that. “Why do you ask?”
“I love how your hair looks tonight!”
“FUCKhhh!” It hits me with way too much force to hold back a scream as my chest surges up and my spine curves, my whole body rocked by a sudden climax.
Even when I’m anticipating it it still hits me like a truck. And it’s a pain when a compliment comes out of the blue, like-
“Hell yeah!” some girl calls out. “Fuck wearin’ clothes, you’re rocking it!”
“NNgnhn, hnnh, hnnnhhaahhh…” I’m even more breathless now, my vision’s turning into a smear, but I can feel people staring at me. Hard to tell the expression, especially when-
“Nice tits!”
Hnnnnnnnnghfuck it’s still happening.
“Fffuckin gimme a sssecond…” I groan, knocking over my drink as I try to steady myself against the bar. I fumble with the glass and keep it from falling and shattering. Now even more people are staring. Why? What’s the big deal?
 Some guy puts his hand on my shoulder and asks me if I’m okay. 
“Yeah, of course, why?” 
“You were screaming really loudly… is this guy bothering you?”
“What’re you talking about?!” I snap at him, and basically everyone else around too. “You’re telling me you don’t cum when you get compliments?!”

“She’s fine,” Izzy says, cool as a breeze. “She’s just like this when she has a drink or two.”
 When I shoot some daggers with my eyes at the dog, he lets go of my shoulder and leaves.
“Hey, your eyes are a bit crossed!” Izzy snickered.
“Wh…what’s the deal with that?” 
“Well, don’t you remember? If you cross your eyes too much you start to get dumber. It’s like a brain-drain switch. Didn’t you know…?
Ohhh… yeah… now that he’s mentioning it, I feel really heavy-headed, and it’s definitely not just from the three back-to-back orgasms… 
It feels really good, too. My head feels like a big balloon as those thoughts empty out of me, and I can’t stop giggling. I don’t really wanna stop trying to look at my nose, feeling the tension of my eyes crossing inwards and feeling those thoughts dribble away, and away, and away…

The music’s getting louder. He says something else that I don’t understand… it’s getting harder to understand words, because I just wanna focus on keeping my eyes crossed. He says it again, a little louder, but I still don’t follow.
As much as I don’t want to, I uncross my eyes and try to really listen…
“What?” 
“I just said you’re lookin’ like a bimbo!”
“Like, what?”
“You’re looking a bit ditzy, and you’re starting to talk a bit ditzy too, did you notice that?”
“Like, nuh-uh! No way!” I shake my head. “I’m not talking, like, even a little bimbo-y.”
“If you say so. Let’s go outside for a sec, Nikki!”
“Yeah, it’s like, way too loud in here…!” I rub my boobs as he stands and I follow.
Heehee… I’ve got really nice bubbly tits. Bubbly like my brains…
My head feels, like, so swimmy even now. After he said I look like a bimbo, I kinda start to… like, feel like one too.
I feel like I’m losing more brain cells with each step I take towards the door. I cross my eyes again as I walk, so I get even more bubbly and happy as I go…
It feels great… being brainless and silly and …

“You look amazing, hon~!”
Nnnghthere we go again~
This night’s gonna be so lush~!

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