Alice In WonderLand

The Mad Hatter was delighted to hear the March Hare entering the cottage at just the right time. He guided him into the kitchen and sat him at the table. He brought the pot and two bowls over and placed them on the table. he spooned some of he stew into the hare's bowl, and some into his. "Just consider this a symbol of our ongoing friendship, oh buddy of mine. I hope you aren't mad at my silly antics earlier," he said to the Hare, waiting for him to take a spoonful of the stew.
 
march Hare:

"Oh, don't be rediculous, no hard feelings, none at all. My this stew smells awfully delicious, thank you so very much!" And with that the march hare shoveled a large spoon full into his watering mouth, chewed and swallowed, patting his stomach. "Mmm, mmm, as always, you astound me with your magnificent cooking, old friend. Tell me, what, prey tell is in this stew? It has an interesting flavor that I just can't quite place..."
 
"I'm delighted that you enjoy this stew," the Mad Hatter responded, "Please, have some more." With that, he refilled the March Hare's bowl. "Now, do you really want to know what the secret ingredient is?" he asked the Hare, who responded by just nodding his head, still spooning stew into his mouth. "Well, my good friend, the special ingredient is, rabbit."
 
March Hare:

The march hare had just shoveled another mounding spoon full of the stew into his mouth when the Mad Hatter told him what was in it. His eyes went wide and his ears shot up like he had just been hit by lightning. Slowly, he seemed to deflate as he continued to chew at his food, then swallowed. The oddest look was on his face, his eyes were glassy as he licked his lips, and for the longest time, he didn't say or do anything.

Finally, he perked up, and with the evilest look the Mad Hatter had ever seen on his face, he mowed down the rest of the bowl. The bowl empty, the hare looked up at the Mad Hatter. "Forgive my gluttony, but maychance, might I have just one more bowl? For the life of me, I never would have known Rabbit could taste so good!" It was obvious, by the look in his eyes that the Hare had become obsessed with the stew.
 
The Mad Hatter was very upset over this latest development. "You want some more stew," he said to the Hare, "here then, take the whole damned pot." He picked up the pot of hot stew and threw it at the Hare, spilling the scalding liquid all over him. The Mad Hatter then ran into the forest in frustration, hoping to come up with a better plan.
 
March Hare:

At first the stew was almost too hot, it was nearly to the point of burning the march hare, but he did his best to lick it out of his fur, savoring the taste as best he could, and once it was all gone, he found that he wanted more. So he searched the house left and right, finding all the same ingredients that the Mad Hatter had used, all except for rabbit meat of course. "Oh, woe is me, where ever shall I get more rabbit's meat for this delicious stew?!" The march hare whined to himself as he pulled at his fur coated head in dispair. It was then that he came to a realization. "Wait, I'm a hare, my meat is the same... Hmm..."

Five minutes later, the march hare was standing outside with an axe, holding his left leg over a chopping block. "Its only a leg, I don't really need it..." He reasoned as he swung the axe's blade down, severing his own leg, screaming in violent pain as he did. Eventually he composed himself enough to hobble back into the kitchen with his sevored leg. He tossed it into the already simmering pot and waited while he sobbed over the pain the stump of his leg was causing him.
 
Passing the cattipilar, Looking at the guards take him to a room and keep him guarded, oh please give him some weed he was much funner when he was high.

Walking back out side after putting on a new dress. Seeing the Chesire Cat, "So Pray Tell Kitty what has brought you hear" looking at the mischeiveouly cat. before her.

Looking around her tummy started to rumble, Ahh time to eat.. Come Kitty lets eat, Heading toward the Castle for a tasty meal.
 
The Cheshire Cat

The cat looses his grin the second the queen lays eyes on him.

"Your Majesty honors me," he says with a deep bow (or as deep a bow as a cat is capable of), "I am deeply grateful to Your Royal Highness, for an invitation to dine with one so powerful." He bows again kissing up to the queen and showing her as much respect as possibe to her face. Inwardly he grimaces at being called a "kitty"

He follows the queen thinking of how he might push the discovery of the torn skirt in the 7 of Club's locker without raising any suspision about his own involvement. Knowing the queen's temper he stays on his guard as they approach the Castle.
 
Sitting at the long table with all of her guest, "Kitty You really must sit beside me and tell me of your adventures of late" Smileing at the Chesire Cat.

As Cooks come out a Place food on the table, She waits with much anticaption to hear what the Kitty has to say.
 
The Cheshire Cat

He sits at the table beside the queen wondering at her good mood today, especially after the skirt incident, he is very suspicious and wonders if she knows he was behind the incident.

"Your Royal Highness would most liking find the adventures of a simple cat like me very boring, but if Your Majesty wishes I will tell you where I have been."

Still kissing up, he waits for the queen to give her permission to continue.

"Your Majesty I wandered by the flower garden today and noticed that many of the singing flowers have been crushed. When I went to go visit the Caterpilliar on his mushroom I fould that he was not at home. Then when I came here to pay my respects to Your Royal Highness I saw the Caterpilliar out on your croquet field. He was not looking his best if I may say so Your Majesty. What does Your Majesty believe may be happening in this fair land of yours Your Royal Highness? If I may be so bold as to ask. Who could be causing these dreadfull things to happen? Who would dare raise a hand against anyone or anything in Your Majesty's Queendom."

The cat knew Alice was back and was still pliling on the brown nosing to the queen.
 
The Queen

Looking at the Kitty, She so loved to annoy him as he did her. Looking at the Kitty , She told him how the Catipillar has gotten Fucked by Alice, And the Catipillar will never be his normal High Self again.

Looking about Watching her people before her, She looked at Kitty and said, "Lets play a game of Truth or Dare" Raiseing her eyebrows with mischief. I will go first, Kitty Truth or Dare as she eat her custard pie.
 
The Cheshire Cat

Inwardly grimacing at still being called "kitty," he continues his tongue-in-cheek brown nosing to the queen with a little game of his own, how many times can he work a "Your Royal Highness" or a "Your Majesty" into a speech.

He gasps, "Alice, Your Majesty? Your Royal Highness that little blonde girl, Alice, fucked, the Caterpilliar? Your Majesty Please forgive my language Your Royal Highness. How could such a horrible thing have happened here in your magnificent queendom Your Majesty? I am shocked and outraged Your Majesty! I wonder if she also crushed You Majesty's singing flowers. Your Royal Highness May I offer my humble services in any way I can be helpful in bringing this terrible criminal to justice in your most magnificent court Your Majesty?" He silently adds, or I use her to wreck more damage on the queendom.

But by the time he had finished his speech the queen had already lost intrest and was closely watching her people, especially a group that happened to include a certain club card who was looking a bit nervous.

"Lets play a game of Truth or Dare" Raiseing her eyebrows with mischief. "I will go first, Kitty Truth or Dare" as she eat her custard pie.

He thinks Truth or Dare? hmmm....but first a bit more patronizing, its so much fun since she doesn't even realize how insencere he is.

"Your majesty is most generous to offer to play a game with me. I am very honored Your Royal Highness. I would like a dare if it pleases you Your Majesty."

He managed at least one "Highness" or "Majesty" per sentence, and thought to himself that he could do better.
 
The Mad Hatter continued running through the forest until he heard something in front of him. He slowed down and walked until he saw a figure walking towards him. He immediately recognized the person. "Hello, my dear Alice. How have you been this lovely day?"
 
The Red Queen

She looks at the kitty, Yes thinking to her self I can rid this cat of it micheivously ways once in for all.

Looking at the Chesire CAt , Ok DARE Well kitty Turn around, The Chesire Cat did her bidding wonder what she was going to do to him, Know full well she only plays by her rules.

Looking at one of her men with instruments she single for one to come over to her , She grabed the horn right out of his hand and stuck it promptly right up the Chesire Ass, With the Chesire Cat clawing the Chair, She promptly tells him he has to play the horn, Grinning Evily, Looking over to her Guest "Aren't Band instruments Fun!".
 
Alice

Walking up to the Mad Hatter," Why Mad Hatter what is wrong she asked innocently. He proceeds to tell her about the March Hare..

She starts undoing his pants,and takeing her hands inside,the proceeds to stroke his dick which is getting hard, He protest... "Hey what do you think your dooooing. He says with a sigh.. She smile and takes her mouth and start to suck madly on his hard little dick.

As the Mad Hatter starts to get more excited she takes out her large Vibrator and turns it on high, still sucking away she rams the Vibrator up his ass and pulls it in and out. As the Mad Hatter is about to cum she promptly bites off his dick, He grabs his ass and his back side with such pain. Being Raped in both ways, She gets up wipes her mouth off and walks away with a evil laugh following her.
 
The Cheshire Cat

Screeching loud enough to be a whole roomfull of cats (or a whole room full of beginning violinists) the cat leaps away tearing the horn out of his ass. He makes a break for the nearest open window, but takes the time to veer slightly to the right and run directly up and over the 7 of clubs, managing to rip his uniform to shreds. He leaves clawmarks all over the wall as he climbs up to the window and leaps out.

He keeps running untill he reached the outer wall of the castle grounds, he scales that also and disapears into the forest.

He climbs a tree and hides nursing his poor sore ass. Outraged that even the coarse queen would treat an instrument so poorly, let alone his poor self.

He bides his time knowing that the 7 of Clubs will need to change his uniform, and the torn piece of the queen's dress will be found when he does. It was worth it for that bit of mischief to be discovered without the queen suspecting him.

Slowly recovering he plots his next prank, against the queen.
 
"Look at that, Tweedledee. All of those cards are running to surround the Queen and are escorting her back to the castle."

"Well, indeed they are, Tweedledum. And it seems that black card is being escorted as well--with swords to his back."

Tweedledee and Tweedledum watch as the queen and the Seven of Clubs are escorted into the castle. Then, a striped cat follows them in.

"Well, this does seem to be an interesting day. First we had to deal with that foolish girl again, and now, this. We should definitely find out what it is that these cards and the Queen are doing."

"Do you think so?"

"That I do!"
 
"Wonder what those two twisted weirdos are doing" Alice mumbles to her self whilst watching them from a far behind a clump of bushes. Alice picks up the rope from behind her, attached to the end is the shell from whats left of the tortoise; who was violently abused, tortured and finally butchered to death by her own fair hands.

Smearing the remainder of the blood from her hands against her chest, she slowly follows Tweedledee and Tweedledum dragging the shell behind her and occasionally slurping on a rather thick brew of turtle soup....

Meanwhile the Mad Hatter bleeding from every orifice returns to his cottage and finds the March Hare nouring on his own left arm.
"Shes back, thats crazy bitch is back" the Mad Hatter screams at the March Hare dripping blood on his wooden paneled flooring. The March hare shrugs in disbelief and frantically keeps nouring on his arm, "I dont really care if shes back, I just want more rabbit, rabbit flesh.."

Mad Hatter sits downs at the table, crinches slightly when he touches the seat and grabs the tea pot. "Anyway what happened to Doormouse" Looking curiously at the March Hare.
The March Hare stops eating his arm and says casually "ow, he drowned in the tea pot weeks ago"

The Mad Hatter mummbles to himself "that explains the bizzare taste"

(if i'm making this too sick now, i was just trying to keep it going, if you want it to get any sicker or naster or er more details do ask and I will, if you just want to use me as a gap filler i can do that too)
 
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March Hare:

"So..." Said the march hare as he smacked his lips, patting them daintilly clear of his own blood and gore. "Have you finally calmed down? Or are you still mad at me about the cards?" The hare asked casually as ever as he took another bite out of his arm. It was gnawed down to the bone now, and practically licked clean of all its meat. The hares stomach started to grumble for more, but he didn't dare to lop another arm off, that would render him incapable of lifting his cup of tea, let alone an entire pot, and they just couldn't have that now could they? A thought occured to him. "Say, the white rabbit runs around these parts all the time in a mad rush, doesn't he? And he's a rabbit too... Maybe I can HAVE him for dinner!" With that, the march hare shot up and hopped oddly out the front door, in search of the white rabbit, a butcher knife in hand.
 
Alice sneaks along the rose bushes, keeping an eye on the movements of Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Spotting a flammingo chasing a hedgehog around a rather nice statue spraying rather merky looking water from its left nipple. Alice quickly jumps on the flammingo and wrestles it to the ground, instantly breaks it neck and picks up the hedgehog in her other hand.

Alice returns to following the two dimwitted brothers until they turn into the area she was hiding in; Alice quick wittingly throws the hedgehog in the air and hits the animal with the flammingo, propelling it towards the brothers. The hedgehog flys directly into the eyes of Tweedledee, the spikes impedding into his face.

Tweedledee screams hysterically whilst trying to rip the hedgehog from his face, Tweedledum comes to his brothers aid and attempts to pull the poor creature from Tweedldees' face.

Alice knows its her time to strick and charges towards the brothers flailing the flammingo through the air. Shes clobbers the two brothers with pure demonic rage until the two are on the ground. She repeatably kicks them until blood has carpeted the grass below their mangled bodies.

Alice grins to herself and drags the two bodies to the nearest rose bush and tosses the bodies into it.

"Now for the Queen, if only the Cheshire Cat was here to help me"
 
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