Something about the pink mist seemed different than cigarette smoke. The scent wasn't repulsive at all. On the contrary, It smelled quite good. Whisperwind noticed you looking at her smoking the pipe and handed it to you.
Still short on breath and panting heavily you say, "Oh... no thanks... I don't... smoke."
"Oh, really..." the fairy said before taking another, longer drag from the pipe. Holding it in her mouth, she climbed onto you; and taking advantage of your heavy breathing, she pinched your nose, wrapped her lips around yours, and forced the smoke into your lungs. Normally, your reaction to the mere scent of cigarette smoke was to cough, but this, you felt compelled to hold in for a moment. Your lungs were quickly soothed and you savored the taste as you slowly blew your own plume of pink mist out.
You sit up and look over to Whisperwind with a dejected expression on your face. "Now, you smoke." she says.
"What is wrong with you!" you shout. "I tried my whole life to avoid smoking, and you force it on me!"
"Calm down Moonbeam. It's not like pixie mist is anything like that toxic miasma humans suck into their bodies for Goddess knows why."
"Pixie mist?"
"Yup; dried petals from the flowers of fairy fruits ignited with a magic spark." She took another puff from her pipe.
"It still sounds suspiciously like tobacco... among other substances."
"That's like me saying drinking tea is suspiciously like drinking vodka. This stuff isn't even addictive." She offers the pipe to you again. "So, ready to give it another try?"
You take the pipe in your hand, wrap your lips around the end, take a drag, inhale the mist and blow. "I can't believe I actually did that." You say.
"You looked like a real fairy doing that, Moonbeam." Whisperwind said.
"I did?"
"Uh-huh, especially the way your wings quivered when you exhaled."
"I felt them." You said as you looked behind your back. "You know, I almost forgot I had these things."