In a series of cataclysmic events that no one could have predicted. The fantasy land for children to stay young forever finally reached its eternal death knell.
The islands burned, the vegetation died, the skies went black, and everyone from mermaids to pirates to lost boys to indigenous tribe members perished in horrible ways.
Only a few people managed to escape. Peter Pan, who was still 12 years old and his gorgeous blonde five inch fairy friend Tinkerbell. The other person who escaped was Captain James Hook. Hook carved a crocodile from the inside out and hid in it as he floated to Miami. There he found himself a new life.
Meanwhile in New York, Peter Pan finally realized that he had needs like any other male. Tinkerbell was suddenly seen as a sexy five inch tall pocket sized babe that was perfect for making his fantasies come true. After Peter confessed that he wanted Tink as his little lover, Tink's first words in English to Peter were "Took you long enough." Needless to say. Peter Pan wasn't a virgin for that long.
Through petty thievery, Peter was able to afford an apartment for him and Tink. But times are tough, the neighborhood is dangerous, and as good as the sex is with them, it can't compensate for the fact that Peter has gotten hooked on Pixie Dust.
One night, Peter comes home disheveled and Tinkerbell sits next to an empty bottle of scotch.
"Did you drink all of that yourself, Tink?"
Tink raises an eyebrow "Believe me, I can hold my liquor better than you fly boy."
"I don't get how someone so small can drink so much and still function."
"Where've you been? You said you'd be back before 11?"
"I was busy getting money." Peter Pan pulled a stack of hundred dollar bills out of his pants. "Here ya go, Tink. Hard days work."
Tink laid down on the money stretching out her arms. She had her hair down and was wearing bright green panties and a dark green dress that was waaaay shorter than you would expect on a fairy.
"Who'd you steal it from?"
"Some dipshit from the Bronx."
"Of course. You're gonna get yourself caught."
"Come on babe. I'm Peter Pan! I'm invincible."
"You're 12 years old. You're not God."
Peter picks up Tink by her dress. "Come on Tink, give me a kiss."
"I'm not in the mood" Tink says. She pulls herself out of Peter's grip. Tink starts to fly away.
"I don't like to fight Tink. I just wanna relax. It's hard out there for a kid and I just wanna relax."
Tink looks back at the giant 12 year old boy giving her that irresistible smile. She may have hated how irresponsible and reckless he was but damnit she still found Peter attractive.
Tink flies over to Peter and plops down on his hand. Peter then plants a giant kiss on her face.
"That's more like it."
"So what now, big boy?" Tink asked.
"Glad you asked, my sexy little friend." Peter said with his finger playing with Tink's hair.
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