'Twas Brillig . . . (closed!)

[Armphid]

Alex let out a low, rolling sound of enjoyment as he feasted on the strange woman's pussy. His tongue relentlessly stroked and caresses and battered the swollen fibrous nub of her clitoris. He pressed her face to it, kissing and nipping it lightly. God, she tasted good! And she was getting wetter by the second, though it was oddly sticky compared to other women he'd been with. What would Alice's be like? Focus, man.

Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, slurping her way to the base to the point that he felt his balls against her forehead and then all the way back up so that only the head was in her mouth. All the while that long and seemingly prehensile tongue danced over and along and around his member.

The oddly nubbed fingers of one hand played with his balls, rolling them through her digits, the skin teasingly sticking here and there. Her other upper hand rubbed his perinium. Alex couldn't help but groan and happily whine into her hot, oozing flesh as she gave his the best blowjob he'd ever experienced. She was pushing back against him as he licked her; her hips humping his face as he serviced her cunt. He smiled under her. It would be soon.

The alien female lifted her head, gulping for air. "Hahh! Such a clever mouth! Mmm! All the more for not-ohhh, saying anything!" She rubbed her cheeks against his cock, glistening with her saliva. His tongue continued its relentless adoration of her clit, her hands tightening on him, her thighs pressing in on his head.

She whimpered and let out a long, strangling shrill cry. Her body tensed and then started to tremble. Her pussy gushed in his face, more and more of her wet, strand-like secretions rushing over him. Alex drew back enough to breathe, grinning, moving one of his fingers to slip past her folds and continue massaging her clit. He'd known men who wouldn't do this, who said it was gross. God, what a bunch of idiots. There was almost nothing better than making a woman cum with your mouth. What a feeling!

Her cry petered out, then she grunted. Alex's eyes went wide as he felt something move in her pussy, past his finger. A moment later, a pale colored winged thing flitted out of her, a few strands of her fluid trailing from it and fluttered off into the night. Alex stared, his mouth hanging open.

"M-moth," she said, scooting down to sit up, resting her rear on his chest and looking back at the little insect as it disappeared into the mushroom forest. "It has been a while."

Alex looked up at her, "Glad I could...help." Then he took in a hissing breath as one of those groping hands took hold of his cock and began to stroke him. "Fuck..."

"Yes, let's." She smiled, her alien face still fully conveying her eagerness. "Such a nice big stick for me to crawl on." She stood up off of him, "But the branch and trunk both should be up."

Alex sat up, grateful for all thoe gym class sit-ups, and looked around. He scooted back along the slimy surface until his back brushed against the trunk of an adjacent mushroom. "Let's make you a butterfly," he beckoned, one hand pumping his dick.

She licked her lips and then her nipples as the long tongue rolled out and over them. The four armed sexpot walked over, straddling him. She lowered herself down, her upper hands reaching out to pull his to her tits, a lower one steadying her while the other guided his cock. She rubbed the head along her slit a few times, cooing, then sank down on him. "Fuck me!"

Alex squeezed her tits, "Guhh! D-don't mind if I do!" He thrust up with his hips as she descended, sheathing himself in her silky depths. Her cunt was hot, but cooler than he'd anticipated, wet and gooey, her walls both letting his cock glide along yet also clutching and grasping at him. "Oh, that's amazing! Such a sexy, tight, fuck hole," he sighed.

"Do," she whined, her hands running down his legs and up his chest, pausing to flick his nipples.

"Do?"

"Me."

He chuckled, "Done." She let out a joyous gasp as he bucked his hips up into her, then drew them back. Holding onto those huge, soft tits, Alex began to fuck her with purpose. He started slow, steadily increasing his pace, bouncing her up and down, up and down, up and down, over and over on his hot, hard, proud cock. Her breasts jiggled and jumped in his hands, her moans and whines of pleasure starting out low and soft and growing louder.

 

[HookerBoots]

Almost as suddenly as she was turned over, Alice found herself back on her feet, her lips still pursed around a cock that was no longer in her mouth. She looked at him in surprise, feeling a needy ache between her legs. "Was I not doing well?"

"Well and weller, and that's why we're going to switch." His fingers tweaked her nipples and her clit gently, making her shiver. A slow grin spread on his face as he looked at her. "Turn around."

Unsure, Alice turned around, facing her back to him. The man-creature grabbed her hips and spun with her so that she was facing the thick trunk of a nearby mushroom that he'd leaned on while supporting her. With two of his hands, he lifted her arms up as another arm pressed on the middle of her back, bending her over. Getting the idea, she put her hands against the mushroom trunk, arching her back so that her ass stuck out even more. "Is it time for the real inspection to begin?" she asked teasingly, looking over her shoulder at him as she wiggled her plump rear.

That long tongue flicked out, moistening his lips. "It is indeed. I hope you're ready for both of me at once."

Alice nodded emphatically. "I am, please, give them to me!"

"Since you asked so nicely," he said, using one hand to guide his upper shaft to her ass. Pressing against it, he paused for a moment, then pushed in as far as he could. "Ahhh!"

Alice gasped, trying to make herself relax as much as she could as she felt his cock invade her tight ass. "Fuck! So big!" Her fingers clenched on the other mushroom's trunk as she restrained a moaning cry.

"That's right," he said, sliding a little more into her ass. And then he felt the wet, hot lips of her pussy against his lower cock. "And another one, just for you!" Pushing all the way forward, he groaned as he filled both of her holes at once.

Alice moaned, the full feeling of being double penetrated making her so wet that it was almost incredible. "Yes, fuck! That's amazing, love both those cocks!" She wiggled her hips a little, getting more of the hard, blue shafts into her cunt and ass. "God, fuck me! Please, I need it!"

Two hands gripped her hips tightly, the other two moved to fondle her breasts as he thrust into her body. "Need it, you beautiful whore? I'll give it to you, since you're giving it to me!"

 

[Armphid]

"Fuck," Alex groaned as the big breasted blue skinned woman bounced up and down on his cock, "Oh, fuck, so fucking good!" Her pussy was gooey and tight, a thick squelch sounding each time his cock sank deep into her flesh. It felt as though there were fingers within, stroking and clutching at him as he thrust up into her over and over.

"And such good fucking," she answered. Her doll-like eyes were half-lidded, mouth open, tiny gasps and yelps peppering every breath and utterance. "Love your, mm, mushroom! Best I've had in, yuh, years!"

He grinned at that, giving her huge tits a hard squeeze and drawing another long moan from her. "Wait until, uhh, we get to the best part." He pulled his hands down to grab hold of her hips, starting to jerk her down onto his dick at the same time as he thrust up, fucking into her harder than ever.

"AHH!" The black pupil-less eyes flew open; her upper arms grabbing hold of his shoulders to steady her. The lower ones continued to stroke his chest, tugging and tweaking his nipples. "C-cum to the best part! Can't wait! N-need it, want it! Fuck me!"

Alex braced himself hard against the stalk his back was on, lifting his hips up off the ground and starting to pound her as hard as he could. "Fucking right! Fuck you just like you want, just like you need!"

"Yess!" She was writhing atop his cock, her breasts bouncing as the meaty pillar slammed her up and down, her antannae quivering so much and so fast he was almost afraid they'd snap. "Feel it in me! Love that feeling, spinning in me, filling my coccoon, my cunt!" She gasped sharply as Alex suddenly leaned in and captured one of her nipples in his teeth, biting down and sucking greedily on her tit, "That's IT!" She shrieked, head going back, eyes screwed shut. Her pussy went crazy on his cock, squeezing and clutching it, her fluids gushing and somehow thickening as they did so, forming something around his cock, almost a second cunt, "Fill it! Make them, please!"

Alex couldn't last. He felt his balls tightening impossibly, "Ahhh...ahhh...all yours!" He thrust up again, his hips bucking within her as the hands on her hips held her against him, keeping his cock wrapped in her pussy and in the strange coccoon her orgasm created, "Ahh! Take it! All my cum!" Each buck of his hips sent a spurt of hot, thick, creamy, heavy jizz shooting into her.

"Ohhh, yes, yes, yes," she chanted, "cumming and they'll come and we'll see where you'll cum to next, oh, yesss." She bit her lower lip and then threw herself back and off of him. His cock burst out of her with a shower of gobs of cum, sparkling drops of her juices, and strands of some silky thing. She cried out as she hit the back of the mushroom, her back arching, her knees bucking her cunt up into her air and with a rushing of dozens of soft, tiny wings, a whirl of brilliantly colored butterflies fired forth from her sex, whirling around the astonished Alex and their mother before winging off into the mushroom forest.

Alex blinked, shaking his head as the strange woman he'd just screwed collapsed onto her back. "...fucking hell..."

"Still...not the judge...and I say...fucking heaven," she retorted. "Mmm...a whole swarm...haven't cum like that since after..."

Alex chuckled weakly, still trying to catch his breath in that glorious euphoria soaked weakness that came after sex, "I haven't cum like that before."

"Both good times then." She slowly sat up and sighed happily as cum dribbled out of her pussy, then scooted back over to her hookah and took a deep breath off of the pipe. "Well, I came butterflies, so to the castle you will cum."

The castle! Alex stood up, feeling energized at the mention of it. "I will, yes, I mean, that's where I need to go. You said you could tell me the way?"

"Yes." She settled back down into the position he'd found her in at first, legs curled beneath her. "You are sexy, by the way, if you were still wondering." Her lower left hand right hand pointed west, "Follow the path there until it comes out of the woods to the cuntryside."

Alex grimaced. There was something odd about the way she said 'country' but it was probably nothing. ...Yeah. Sure. "All right, and then?"

She smiled, "And then you'll find the road that takes you where you need to go. Stay on it, and you will end up at the castle. You might go to other places first, if you need to, but all roads end at the castle, so it will take you there."

That sounded unusual. But then again, so was everything. "Follow the path out of the forest and then take the road. Um, which way?"

"The way it goes," she responded.

"...Right." He tugged his t-shirt back on and then his boxers and jeans. The button down he'd set on the slimy surface of the mushroom was jsut about soaked through. He stared at it a moment and then peeled it off the surface and tossed it to the four armed woman, "Here. Something to remember me by."

"I remember you straight," she said, catching it. Still, a faint smile crossed her features. "Then I'll give you something to remember me and be memorable with." Her lower hands pointed to either side of the mushroom, "See the edges?" The one her right was pointing too was reddish in color, the one her left indicated blue. "One lets you fuck, the other lets you be. Take some of each."

Alex nodded and carefully did as she instructed, tucking a chunk of each mushroom edge into his pockets. Which no longer had any of their original contents anyway. "All right, well...thanks for everything. Wish me good luck."

"Good luck." He managed to make his way back down to the forest floor and found the path again. As he started down it, her voice floated down to him once more, "And good fuck."

Alex grinned, "You too." Then he set off down the path again. Finally, he knew where to go. Kind of, anyway.

 

[HookerBoots]

The thrusting was amazing, just incredible. The cocks inside of her weren't as long as Dee and Dum's, but they were thicker. Alice arched her back, thrusting her hips more firmly against the blue-skinned man's hips, pushing her breasts more firmly into his hands. "Yes! Love both those hot cocks!"

He grinned wickedly, pausing in his thrusting to roll his hips in a circle, teasing and stretching her holes out slightly. "I knew you'd love the mushrooms I grow, pretty," he groaned, using one of the hands that had gripped her hips to smack her ass, watching the flesh jiggle a little in a counter-rhythm to the sound of their fucking. He also took a hand from her breasts to gather her hair into a tail, gripping it tightly and pulling her head back. "But then, I love your slutty little garden!"

Alice gasped as he pulled her head back with her hair, using it as a handle for her head. "Ahh! It's wet and hungry for your . . . for your mushrooms!" It occurred to her that her voice would be completely audible to anyone passing by, and anyone who looked up walking by - hell, as high up as they were, they were probably visible for miles - could see her bent over like a whore. Alice could feel her pussy twitch at the thought. "Mmmmm! Shit, fuck me! Make me cum and flood my garden with your hot cum!"

The caterpillar man groaned, hearing her beg him for his cum, for him to make her cum. It had been a long time since he'd met such a hot, eager little slut through this part of the forest. And her cunt was hot, the perfect place for his little caterpillar to turn into a butterfly. His hands gripped her tightly, rocking her back and forth as he thrust over and over into her tight holes. "Good! Fuck, fuck fuck these nasty holes! Such a hot slut!"

Biting her lower lip, the girl nodded as much as she could with her hair still pulled back. As his hands groped her, the one hand still on her breast pinching her nipple just hard enough for it to shoot a line of sensation from her chest to her pussy. Alice gasped, and they could both feel her body tensing, gathering itself to release in an explosion of pleasure. And suddenly, it happened, her body clenching tightly and then relaxing, twitching as the sensations burst through her body. Alice wriggled in his grasp, her body twisting and squirming as she came hard, her vision dimming almost to the point of blacking out. "Ahhh! Godddd!"

As her body moved in his hands, and her pussy twitched and throbbed madly around his cocks, he threw his head back and bellowed, feeling both of his cocks throb once. He pushed hard into her again, and let loose the torrent of jizz that he'd been holding back. "Ahhhh! Yess, take it all, you beautiful, nasty whore!"

She could feel the cum pouring into her, filling her up with hot, sticky fluid. It felt so sexy, so hot and primally arousing. If she hadn't just cum, it probably would have gotten her close to the edge again. As it was, she gasped and wiggled a little, letting it mesh with the latent, relaxed pleasure of her just-finished orgasm.

They stayed that way for a few moments, although he did let go of her hair, and it was curious that she could feel the load of cum inside of her shifting, moving almost on its own. But this was a strange land . . . that was still odd, though. Turning her head a little, she looked at him over her shoulder. "Um . . . is everything all right down there?"

An almost goofy grin on his face, the blue-skinned men nodded. "All right and even better." Reluctantly, he stepped back, pulling the two cocks out of her. Alice had expected to feel a gush of cum ooze from her body, but there was nothing of the sort. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought that they hadn't done anything at all - between her legs, it didn't feel wet or squishy at all. Slowly, she straightened up, turning around. And her mouth fell open. "What . . . what's that?!"

He glanced down at the two cocks still standing proudly from his body. "They are cocoons." His cocks were both covered in a slightly sticky, almost opaque layer of what she knew had to be both his cum and her body's juices. "They will stay there for a few days, and then . . ." he grinned, "there will be a new flock of bread and butterflies in the forest."

Alice blinked. "Seriously? Wow . . . that's kind of cool." It was sort of gross, but it was also kind of cool. She made her way carefully to the pile of her clothes, putting her skirt and bra on. She lifted her shirt with a grimace. It had soaked almost all the way through with the slime. She couldn't wear it again, and even if she could, she wouldn't want to. So, holding the slime-soaked scrap of fabric, she turned back to where he was sitting, another clove cigarette in his hand already. "Here, you can . . . keep this and think of me?"

A short laugh came from his throat. "I'll think often of you." He took the shirt and folded it carefully, tucking it next to him. "Now, for the other part of our exchange." The cigarette gestured. "The road you need is that direction. It should be the first path you come to, and it will take you to the castle." A mysterious smile played on his lips, and the antennae on his head twitched. "You may pass other places you need to go, but you will eventually get to where you want to go."

She looked at him with a little consternation, but nodded. "Thank you, very much." Turning back to the 'stairs' she'd used to get up to the top, Alice headed toward them.

"As thanks for your other gift," he said, exhaling a cock-shaped puff of smoke, "you should take a bit of my mushroom with you. Two, even."

She turned quickly and almost lost her balance. "What?"

One of his free hands made a broad sweep, indicating the mushroom he sat on. "The blue lets you grow your own, the red lets you grow someone else's." And sure enough, one side was a deep, dusky blue, while the other was a deep crimson.

Bending down, Alice broke off a piece of each, holding them in her hands for a moment before slipping one piece into either side of her bra. "Thank you," she said, even though she didn't have much idea what exactly to do with them. Though she did have some suspicions. Descending the different levels of mushrooms, Alice landed with a bounce on the forest floor. "Goodbye!" she yelled up. From above came a puff of smoke shaped like a hand that wafted on the breeze as though it were waving. "Goodbye," came a deep voice from above.

Alice smiled and began to thread her way through the mushroom forest, heading in the direction that the caterpillar-man had indicated. The towering mushrooms seemed almost endless, but then she passed a barrier of waist-high mushrooms in a violent purple and almost fell onto the path she'd been looking for. It seemed to lead the right way, and so Alice started walking down it, heading towards what she hoped was her destination.

 

[Armphid]

The mushroom forest continued on for quite a while. He was unsure how long, in terms of either distance or time. However, it began to subside gradually into a more normal temperate forest. It still wasn't quite normal though. Flowering trees seemed to be in abundance and colorful petals and sweet scents danced in the faint breeze. Occasionally, small brilliantly colored butterflies flitted amidst the trees. Alex smiled as he saw them, wondering if they were the ones he had fathered.

The path grew broader and more level as it went on. After quite some time, Alex having stopped to rest twice, the forest began to thin and the path became largely uniform. Suddenly the woods gave way and he stepped out of the trees not onto a path but onto a road.

It was wide enough for two lanes of traffic and made of brick. Most of the bricks were red and bore a symbol of a heart shape that had droplets falling from it. There were also some ugly greyish, muddish bricks that bore a white whirl with a black spot in it. Alex felt as though that was familiar somehow...but for the moment it escaped him.

He could see more of the land here, apparently the road came out on top of a hill. Below he could see areas of cleared land with trees and meadows cutting around and in-between them. Here and there he could see the roofs of houses as well as what may have been a village. Alex smiled at the sight, happy to see signs of some life other than himself and the bizarre inhabitants on the forest. His face then fell a bit. "I don't see the castle though."

He looked up at the sky. It looked like it was afternoon, though it was a bit hard to tell. Although, wait a minute. "It was early evening when Alice and I fell down the rabbit hole...and it's been...a long time since then." Hours. It had to be lots of hours, but he found he had no real idea how many. He sighed, "Damn it. None of this just makes any sense at all." Though this raised another point. What would he do once night fell?

Seeing no other alternative, he pressed on. All the while he considered what had happened, trying to tally up the time as it had been, as it was now, and the time he'd spent so far. He had a sense almost that it had been more than a day, but that was impossible. There hadn't been any night. Yet he wasn't even sure of that. His cell phone was dead, destroyed by being soaked in that strange lake. He had no way to tell time other than his own sense of it, which was usually reliable, but now was oddly distorted.

He usually could only not tell time when he was dreaming. Did that mean this was a dream? It would make some sense. This couldn't be real. It felt real, it sure seemed real. But it was just...it couldn't be. He couldn't really be here. He couldn't have really done all of the things he'd done. "No. It's just not real."

"It's a strange tom indeed that doesn't believe his eyes and ears." The voice was familiar, oddly purring and teasing. Alex turned to see the cat girl from before sitting on top of a tall lamppost by the road. Her long, luscious legs were crossed as she sat, her striped tail waving. She was nude as before, her generous breasts inviting and high.

"You're hardly one to talk, seeing as you keep vanishing." Alex paused beside the pole. "If I was looking for evidence that this place isn't real, you'd be high on the list."

"I'm high on life," she disagreed and hopped down. She landed before him and struck a pose, "Don't I look real, kitten?"

Alex quirked an eyebrow. "Please. You're an actual catgirl with tits that are beyond belief, an ass to die for, and a big, thick cock that..." He blinked and looked down at her crotch. "...Fuck..." Just above her pussy was a dick; a large, thick, strong looking member that was slowly stiffening. Alex felt his own throb in his trousers. "That's..."

"Real," the cat girl finished for him. "Don't believe your eyes?" She winked, "Smart kitten. Eyes are ears are nature's fools, but touch and taste are trusty tools." She glided a little closer, eying him hungrily, "Will it make this real if you touch and taste this poor, pretty pussy?"

Alex wasn't sure he cared. He flexed his fingers as she drew closer, licking his lips. "It just might. But I'd have to do it to be sure."

"Oh, you'll do it, Alex cat. Many, many times," she purred. She stepped to him and he felt...nothing.

"What the-" He looked down to see that her body had vanished, just her head hanging in the air before him.

"How do I feel?" She grinned as her head dipped forward, lips pursed in a kiss, only to disappear before they would have met his. Alex stood alone on the brick road.

He shook his head, sighing. "...Like disappointment." He looked around for a minute or so. There was no sign of the cat girl now. He kicked the lamppost, glaring at it. "...I'm either going to kill that cat or screw the hell out of her. Him. I...fuck me."

He shook his head and began to trudge down the road once more. Behind him, back by the lamp post, a pair of lips re-appeared, "I will," and then were gone again.

He walked on for what felt like another hour or so. He walked up small hills and down through little valleys. In the distance he could still see houses and the like but they never seemed to get close enough that it would make sense to check them out. Besides, what did it matter? None of this was real, anyway.

Or was it? It...he had felt things. He could see sun on his skin right now. But was that real? Or did he feel the sun because he thought he should feel the sun? Think about how long he'd been walking, he didn't really feel tired.

Suddenly, the wind picked up and brought with it scents familiar from the book store. Tea, fresh baked bread, biscuits, shortbread, and more. His stomach gurgled loudly. Alex looked at it, and again he wondered if that had happened because he was hungry...or just because he thought he should be?

Only one way to find out. Alex took a deep sniff and began to follow both the road and his nose. He crested the hill and below in a little sheltered valley he could see a large table set out, along with a number of chairs of different styles. There was also what looked like...well...a kitchen. As though it had been pulled out of a house and just set off to one side. There were only a few people down there though.

Alex headed down the road and as he drew closer, he began to hear voices. There were two, both female. He rounded a curve in the road and was now before perhaps the strangest scene yet. The table was probably twelve feet long and at least four feet wide. It was beautiful, made of richly stained and polished cherry. There were two chairs that matched it. The rest were an odd assortment. An armchair. A huge beanbag chair. A wicker chair. A marble Grecian chair. A wooden folding chair. An office chair. An old style electric chair that had the metal cap removed. There were five more chairs that were more traditional, though all looked as though they came from other dining sets entirely.

Three women sat around the table. Two were seated together and talking animatedly, the third sat nearby with her head on the table, snoring faintly. The women were...wow.

The one sitting between the other two wore a huge purple top hat that came down to just above her eyebrows, a few golden locks of hair peeking out from under it. Her face was lovely, finely shaped and carved, her eyes a rich hazel and her lips full and illicit. She stood up on seeing Alex, smiling and waving. Her figure was fine, pleasing and perfectly shaped if modest curves, stuffed into a tight fitting vest that looked like it was made of purple wool. She wore a matching miniskirt that barely went to mid-thigh, and a pair of black stiletto heels with spats over them. A blue and gold tie was around her neck. A gold chain gleamed on the vest, heading into one of the pockets. She looked, Alex thought, like...a sexier Paris Hilton. One that you wouldn't have to hose down and give her shots to first. "Ah, hello! Finally, you're here!"

Alex looked back. No one else, she had to be talking to him. "Uh, I am?"

She looked amused, "Why, of course, where else would you be? Come in, come in. You're late, but that's all right. Welcome to my un-birthday party!"

The woman to her right was, well, a bunny girl. Not a girl wearing a bunny outfit, but an anthropomorphic rabbit. And what a morph she had! The bunny girl was pretty, with long silken ears and a cute cotton tail, her brown fur short and sleek. Her eyes were intense green orbs, and her bunny nose twitched excitedly. She was, in a word, stacked. Her breasts were large, so big that they actually kept the red vest she was wearing from closing, the garment held from totally exposing her by the gold chain of her watch. Her hips were lushly rounded and her ass ripe. "Oh, boy, oh, boy!"

"We can see that," the girl in the hat quipped.

The hare ignored her friend and clapped her hands together, "Oh, he's cute! Oh, oh, turn around! I want to see your ass! You're the stripper, right?"

The third girl shifted at this point, yawning. She was shorter and thinner than the others; with a figure that was both willowy and well rounded. Small round ears poked out of the top of her plain, brown-grey hair. Her fur was even finer than the hare's, a clean, silky gray, and a long pink tail swayed lazily under her chair. She wore a tan vest that snugly fit over her chest and a knee length brown skirt. A bowler hat was tipped forward over her face as she turned her head enough to see Alex as she opened one eye. "Mm...he might be worth waking up for. Is he the whore?"

The hatter walked around the table towards Alex, her hips swaying, "Well? Are you A or B?"

Alex couldn't help himself. "All of the above."

 

[HookerBoots]

Alice hummed to herself softly, feeling the cool air and warm sun on her skin. This was actually quite pleasant, and the scenery, though crazy, was pretty enough. And that made her think how nice it would be to walk somewhere like this with Alex. What had happened to him? Would she ever see him again? It had been . . . hours since they'd fallen down that hole outside the bookstore. And it still looked like early afternoon here, the sun just past its zenith. "Curiouser and curiouser," she murmured, looking around.

She passed a small path that branched off, peering down it but not following it. She didn't want to get too side-tracked, and there appeared to be a village down that way. Dressed the way she was, being side-tracked wasn't a possibility, it was a guarantee. Any man who saw her . . . well, in this place, it didn't seem to matter how she was dressed. Or, she amended, whether or not the seer was male. Better to stay away from people as much as possible.

There was an improbably colored tree leaning over the path, and Alice looked up into it curiously. It looked almost like a cherry tree, but the flowers were the wrong color - still pink, but just barely the wrong shade. As she got closer, she could see that they were shaped incorrectly as well, like . . . she flushed. And from behind her, a feminine voice spoke up. "It's a two-lips tree. But I won't tell you which set of lips it has."

Alice jumped and spun around, eyes wide. And gaped. "You're that cat!" It was, but it wasn't. It was the female cat, but she clearly had an addition - a thick, hard cock. It looked . . . amazing.

"Right and wrong, pretty Alice," the feline purred, stepping close. "But soon you'll see it all." She licked her lips. "I can almost see it all."

Flushing, Alice resisted the urge to cover herself - or uncover herself, she wasn't sure which. But she nodded. "I can see most of it myself," she teased, putting her hands on her hips. "But I'm sure you'll just fade away again before I can get a feel for what's happening."

Pouting, the furry shemale stepped closer. "Mrow! That hurts my feelings, Alice! You might get a feel this time." She stepped close, stopping just before her body touched Alice's. The girl almost reached out, but instead leaned forward and . . . felt nothing. "But then again, you might be right."

Alice sighed, shaking her head. "Of course. You're a worse tease than I am."

A pair of lips appeared next to her ear. "Don't be silly, we're both terrible teases . . . and terrible sluts. I'll see you again, pretty." And then they vanished again. Alice looked around for a moment, then started on her way again. Damned cat.

Several minutes later, she smelled something good - baking cookies. And the warm, slightly smokey scent of tea, and scones and the rich smell of jam and clotted cream. Her stomach growled, and Alice put one hand over it. Food meant people, and people meant more time spent in one place. But if she didn't eat soon, it might be a moot point.

Deciding to peek and decide after she saw what kind of people might be there, Alice headed down the road farther, following her nose toward the smell of food. There was a low wall around a well-sized garden, in which sat a long dining table surrounded by chairs of all shapes and sizes. Some of the chairs were dining chairs, but no two appeared to be from the same set, while others were armchairs. She even spotted a loveseat between two of the dining chairs. On the table were what seemed to be a half-dozen tea sets, at least in total pieces. Like the chairs, it seemed as though no two pieces matched each other, materials ranging from silver to china to glass.

And there were three people at the table, one of whom seemed to be sleeping, head resting on folded arms. The other two were munching away on scones and drinking tea with an urgency that seemed more driven by determination than hunger. One of them looked up, and Alice froze, seeing the smile start on his face as he set the cup he'd been drinking from down.

Having been seen, Alice straightened her shoulders and walked to the opening in the fence. There was nothing for it but to go in and see if they would share their food with her. She put on a disarming smile, hands clasped behind her back. The man who had spotted her stood up, lifting the brim of his tall hat to get a better look at her. "It's about time," he said in a low, smooth baritone.

"I beg your pardon?" Alice stopped near the foot of the table, looking across the tea-scape at him. He was tall, at least as tall as Alex, but more slender, dressed in a well-tailored suit of an almost eye-searing purple. The shirt under it was unbuttoned, a gray and blue striped tie loosely tied around his neck, showing off the start of a hairless chest. His eyes were a bright hazel, set in a handsome, almost pretty face - except for a very prominent nose.

"You're late, that's all." He grinned, showing even, white teeth. "We started hours ago."

She blinked, resting her fingers on the back of the nearest chair. "You were waiting for me?"

He laughed, a little madly. "Where else would you be? It's my party, and everyone comes to my parties." He caught her glance at the others, and shrugged. "Everyone who matters. So if you're here, you must matter."

The other man that wasn't asleep looked up from his own teacup at last, brushing crumbs from his chin. "She's pretty. Are you the stripper?" he asked, eying her boldly. He surprised Alice as well, being a rabbit . . . hare. He was a few inches shorter than the other man, but his ears made up the difference and then some, his body bare save for the thin coat of brown fur.

"If she is," the other man said, "she started without us." He sat back down, kicking his feet up onto the edge of the table, grabbing a muffin and pitching it at the sleeping man. "Wake up, lazy!"

The sleeping . . . creature lifted one hand, catching the muffin as it bounced off his head. "I'm awake." He picked up his head and glanced over at Alice. "She's hot. Is she the stripper?" He himself was a mouse, long and bulky, a slender fur-covered form with a long tail coiled on the arm of the chair he was sitting on.

Biting her lip, she looked over them, fingers clenching the soft back of the armchair in front of her. The first man grinned at her, picking up his tea again. "Well? Are you?"

It took a moment for her to decide - but the smell of the cookies just out of reach decided her. Alice stepped forward, stepping onto the chair as seductively as she could. "Sure." She reached out and picked up a cookie, biting into it and almost sighing at the taste. "Maybe, if you act nice, I'll do more than strip."

The hare's ears wiggled. "We'll be as nice as we can, then." He leaned forward over the table, whispering conspiratorially. "Did you know . . . today is our unbirthday?" Alice could see his nose wiggling, and grinned.

"You don't say. Well, that calls for something very special, doesn't it?" She shifted, kicking her feet up on the table in a conscious imitation of the man at the other end, showing off all of her legs as well as a generous portion of her ass. "I'll have to think up something special for you three, then."

 

[Armphid]

The sensual young woman in the top hat smiled as she looked Alex up and down again, “A very merry un-birthday, I think.” She gestured to the table, “Sit down first though, you look like you might faint from hunger and I’d rather you faint from orgasmic bliss.”

Alex inclined his head, “I wouldn’t mind that myself, thank you.” What had he been thinking? He wasn’t a stripper. He didn’t know the first thing about dancing or putting on a show or any of it. Hell, once he got in front of them all, he probably wouldn’t even be able to get it up. His eyes followed the sway of the Hatter’s skirt and ass as she walked away…well, maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about that part. “I hope you don’t mind if I have something to eat?” God, he was hungry.

The bunny girl, no, she was a hare. He wasn’t sure why he knew that but he did. The hare girl licked her lips, “I’ve got a nice pie for you. Fresh, hot, and creamy.”

The Hatter picked up a hard roll that was unusually shaped, long and rod-like with a bulbous end, and threw it at her. “Chew on that until he’s had more tea and some food! You’ll get real soon enough.”

The Hare picked up the roll and stuck it between her breasts, “But he’s come here now so why wait to cum? And he hasn’t had any tea yet!”

“Which is why he can have more!”

The two women began to argue, and Alex sighed and slumped in his chair. This was not a good idea. Maybe he should just slip away quietly. Suddenly a plate slid in front of him; it had several rolls and buns, a few turnovers of some kind, and a few slices of some dark breads that looked similar to banana bread. A saucer with a large cup of tea slid over as well.

He looked up to see the mousey mouse girl eyeing him from under her bowler hat. “They’ll be a bit, so eat up. We want you nice and strong. For the whoring, you know.”

“…Uh, right. Thanks.” He looked at the food, his hands reaching for the bread.

“I’d wait until you’re ready for fun for that and the turnovers too, unless you like your foods…glazed,” the mouse said with a smile. “…I do.”

Alex blushed at that comment and he wasn’t sure why. She couldn’t mean…maybe she did. “Well…maybe I can help with that after I eat.” But she seemed to have suddenly fallen asleep, her face buried in a pile of cookies that had been on her own plate. “…Uh huh.” This was very strange, he wasn’t sure…no, it wasn’t as strange as fucking a mysterious woman until she gave birth to butterflies but it was still bizarre.

His stomach chose that moment to gurgle and rumble; reminding him that he had more immediate concerns. He looked down at his plate and almost laughed. The food was suggestive, to say the least. The rolls were long and cylindrical with one end slightly enlarged, perfect penis pastries. The buns looked, well, like buns. Cute bread pairs of ass cheeks that had a cock resting between them and a thin glaze along the top. The turnovers looked like smooth shaven pussies, their slits glistening with the fruity filling within. Only the bread looked normal, which made it far more suspicious than any of the other dishes.

Beggars, particularly hungry ones, couldn’t be choosers though. Alex took a bite of one of the penis rolls and, oh. Oh, it was good. He was also suddenly fucking starving. He tore into the food, not trying to make a mess or choke himself, but eating eagerly and quickly, gulping tea in between. The rolls and buns vanished first, surprisingly more filling than he’d expected, and all quite tasty. The rolls actually had meat in them, a spicy pepperoni of some kind and a cheese filling in the enlarged ends that could squirt out if pressed hard.

He felt immensely better by the time he’d gotten through that much and far fuller than he thought he should. But it was all for the good. He sighed and leaned back in the high backed chair. He felt a shape next to him, “More tea?”

Alex looked up to see Hatter next to him, smiling sweetly and holding a huge teapot with a long, thick spout. “Thank you very much. You’re a fine hostess.”

“I’m fine all right, cutie, thanks for noticing.” She refilled his cup and perched herself on the edge of the table, kicking her long, supple legs in his view. “You haven’t eaten the turnovers or the bread yet and I don’t know how long I can keep Her Horniness busy.”

“I…ohh, I don’t…have…horns,” he heard the Hare say. He leaned forward, moving his head around the Hatter and blinked. The Hare had a teapot as well but it wasn’t pouring tea into her cup. It was instead being thrust between her legs by her own hands, the busty anthro gasping and moaning. He couldn’t see the details…just the top of the pot and its movement but he had no doubt what was happening. “Ahh…want…more…”

Hatter shook her head, “And it isn’t even March. Or is it?” She tilted her pretty head, thinking for a moment and then shrugged. “Anyway, hurry up if you please. We’re all eager for our unbirthday present to unwrap itself for us.”

“Uh,” Alex blushed, “right. Sorry.” No hope of them forgetting that. Why had he said he was the stripper? Or the whore? And both? Fuck him. Of course, it looked like they wanted to. He frowned at his own thought process. This weird place and its inhabitants did not need help making jokes. He picked up one of the turnovers and bit into it. Immediately he felt a surge of energy rush through him; from his mouth down the center of his chest and shooting lower to land in his crotch like a lightning bolt. He felt his cock twitch and shift strangely in his pants. “What’s…in this?”

Hatter grinned, “Blue bananas! Blue banana turnovers are the best and most expensive. They make a banana longer and thicker and nicer than ever,” she cooed, her eyes trailing down to his loins. “Eat up, eat up! We got them just for you…and maybe me. And by maybe I mean, fuck yes, me.”

Alex blinked, not knowing what to say. What did she mean exactly? He took another bite, feeling the same sensation, though a little less as he was ready for it now. At the Hatter’s urging, he picked up the other one as well, alternating bites between them.

By the time he was done, his pants were visibly deformed by his erection beneath. It was straining painfully against the fabric, begging to be let free and sheathed in pussy or mouth or ass. Alex felt…ready. Excited, eager, hungry for sex. Hornier than he’d ever felt before. “Fuck me…I feel so…fucking hot.”

The Hare licked her lips, “Oh, fuck us, fuck us!”

The Hatter shook her head, “Yes, yes, both of you.” She looked down at Alex, “The bread can wait a bit, bananas will do the trick for now. And you’ve a trick or two we want to see, stud.” She hopped off the table and gestured grandly, “My friends, I present to you…” She blinked, “What’s your name, anyway?”

“Alex, but I-“

“Alex the stripping whore!” She whistled shrilly, clapping. The Hare was bouncing in her seat doing the same. The mouse girl’s tail thumped slowly against her chair in some kind of applause.

Alex felt frozen for a moment. They’d fed him and well and he’d told them a lie. But that lie was why they’d given him their food at all. He…well, fair was fair. He owed them trying to be what they wanted him to be. He rose to his feet, “Thank you, Miss Hatter.” She winked at him. “Ladies, I hope you enjoy the performance.”

“Performances, sweetie,” the Hatter corrected, slapping him on the ass. “Now shake it!”

Alex stepped up onto the table. He felt so exposed now. Like there weren’t just three hot women, but thirty. But he also felt sexy, hot and the way they looked at him…even the mouse was peeping up from under her bowler hat with eager eyes. They wanted to see him. They wanted him. Damn.

He strutted down the table as best he could, pausing at the end to look back over his shoulder at them and lick his lips. The Hatter and Hare catcalled and pounded the table as he bent over and swung his ass back and forth a few times, his hands working at the button and fly of his jeans. He stood up and swung his hands high, letting the jeans fall around his feet. He turned as he stepped out of them, facing the women as he reached down and pulled his boxers back firmly, the fabric stretching and showcasing his engorged cock beneath. Alex walked to the center of the table, turning as he did so, hands going low and pulling his t-shirt up and off. He let it fly to the side, his chest bare. The Hatter howled, the Hare whistling with one hand, the other fondling one of her big, furry tits.

He moved between the three women on the table, the Hatter at the foot and the Hare and Mouse on either side. Alex swung his hips, rotating slowly, showing off his ass and cock through his boxers. The Hatter slapped his ass again, “Hot, baby, totally hot!”

The Hare leaned up to brush her cheek against his cock through the fabric as he moved past her, “Hot and hard, I can’t wait!”

He felt a small hand reaching up to press against his balls through the boxers, frum underneath, and looked over his shoulder to see the shy mouse finally on her feet and paying attention. “Lots of creamy glaze in here, girls.”

Alex shivered. God, this felt so nasty and so sexy. He was being objectified and he was fucking loving it. “Who’s the un-birthday girl?”

The Hatter jumped up and crowed, “ME!”

The Hare huffed, “It’s always her un-birthday!”

Alex grinned, “Don’t worry, I’ve got a present for every one of you.” He remembed the mushroom pieces in his trousers. “Make that presents.” He then turned to face the Hatter directly, “Close your eyes, un-birthday girl, make a wish…and blow.” She closed her eyes and leaned forward, drawing in a breath. As she did so, Alex yanked his boxers off and tossed them to the Hare who cheered and took a deep sniff. His cock bounced out, proud and erect and…it looked bigger than he remembered. Not hugely or ridiculously so but…it was definitely longer and thicker. He was a rival for the Dees now. The Hatter’s breath rushed over his length and he groaned at the feeling. “Open your eyes.”

She did and smiled, “My wish came true!” Then she opened wide and pushed her head forward, swallowing the first inch or so of his dick in her wet, warm mouth.

“Ahh! God, yeah!” Alex felt the table shift as the Hare leaped onto it, sliding beneath him and running her tongue over his balls. “Oh, girls, mm! Very Merry Un-Birthday, ahh, to everyone!” The Hatter got up onto the table, humming as she started to bob her head up and down on the front quarterof his cock, the Hare starting to bathe the base and shaft with quick, hungry licks of her pink tongue. Alex started as he felt small, furry hands on his ass, gently parting his cheeks...and a few moments later, a wet, warm thing touched his tight pucker. "Ohhh, fuck!"

"That's the idea," came the mouse's quiet voice from behind him. "Whore."

 

[HookerBoots]

"Before we get things going," Alice said casually, reaching for a roll shaped like a long, thick penis, "have any of you seen a stranger coming past, besides me? Or a white rabbit?" Why had she asked about the rabbit-creature? She hadn't thought about that in . . . hours. Strange.

The man in the hat gave her a lop-sided grin. "If there had been another rabbit through here, I assure you, Thumper over there would still have her bent over the table." He slid a full teacup down the table to her, which she caught and took a sip of. "And there's no one stranger than our little crew, so I can't say as we've seen anyone of the sort you're looking for."

The tea was good, with a curious flavor, almost savory-sweet. Alice licked the outside of the roll she held, watching as the others watched her. "Did you know," the Hare burst out, "that everything here shaped like that has a cream filling?" He was almost desperately stroking himself as he watched her, and almost groaned as Alice nodded solemnly.

"I've had some tasty treats with cream inside them," she said, using her tongue to slip into the bread. Then she put her lips to the hole she'd just made and sucked hard, making the Hare groan again, while the Hatter at the end of the table merely hid his eyes under his hat, one hand disappearing behind his raised legs. When she was sure she'd gotten all that was inside, Alice pulled the pastry away and opened her mouth, letting them see the load of thick pastry cream inside before swallowing it. "Mmmm!"

The Hare was clearly getting impatient, thanks to her little show, and banged his fist on the table. "I call for a start to the festivities!"

"Shut up," said the Mouse in a soft, half-muffled voice. "Can't you see the whore's tired and hungry? Let her eat her fill before you make her eat your fill, you greedy fool!" The Hare bristled, but shrugged, using his free hand to pile food of all kinds on a plate and shove it towards her.

Alice took it and looked over the offerings while she finished the pastry that was already in her hand. Two turnovers that looked like they were filled with cherry, several cookies shaped like stiff cocks or rounded breasts (those tipped with chocolate nipples), another of the penis rolls, and a handful of walnuts. She picked up the roll and bit into it, suddenly realizing how hungry she was.

As the Hare and Hatter started arguing over the sugar bowl, she dug into the food, discovering that this cock-shaped roll was filled with spicy sausage and melted cheese, which she devoured eagerly before turning her attention to a few of the cookies and finally the turnovers. She took a bite, and reevaluated her analysis. They weren't filled with cherry, or at least, not only cherry. It tasted like . . . "Peaches?"

"Pink peaches, special from the Queen's orchard," the mouse murmured, shifting to peer at her with one eye. "And the cherries are black cherries from the same place."

Alice took another bite, smiling. "Her Majesty grows good fruit."

The Hatter broke off his argument and smirked. "You should see the melons she's got, too." Alice took the last bite of her turnover and pulled her legs off the table. She was feeling . . . hot, even in what little clothing she was wearing. And there was a distinct breeze on her pussy, which made her shiver a little. As she closed her legs, she realized that she was wet.

"Well," she said, standing up, "I think I've eaten all I want."

"Does that mean," the Hatter said, tipping his hat back, "that it's time for you to get what you need?"

Alice nodded, lifting herself onto the table and walking along it, avoiding stepping in pots of cream or kicking over one of the teapots. "Since it's your unbirthday, I think I'll give you three more than just a show." Her arms went around her back, unfastening her bra. "If you'd like that, of course." She stopped in the middle of the large table, stripping her bra off and tossing it aside, where it landed on her chair.

The Hatter nodded, pulling his tie off and flipping the top hat off, over the back of his chair. "I think we would." The Hare didn't say anything, just reached up and wrapped both hands around her waist and pulling her to the edge of the table and into a seated position, lifting her skirt and leaning forward to bury his face between her legs.

She almost giggled at the feel of his fur on her thighs, but then his long, soft tongue lashed out, running over the length of her slit and almost curling around her clit, and she moaned. From either side, she could hear the two other men moving, and suddenly felt something thick, warm, and long sliding along her side to slip between her breasts. She opened her eyes and saw two cocks pointing at her face, Mouse's tail wrapping around her tits.

Giggling, Alice licked her lips. "It looks like a get another treat," she cooed, turning her head to wrap her lips around the Hatter's cock, one hand wrapping around the Mouse's cock, her other hand pressing her breasts together around his tail.

"A treat for all of us," Mouse said wriggling his tail. "And a hot one." He started to pump his hips, fucking her hand, while the Hatter started to move inside of her mouth. Alice wiggled a little, spreading her legs wider while the Hare kept lapping at her cunt with a speed and fervor that made her squirm and moan.

 

[Armphid]

The Hare moaned happily, "Oh, he's a big one, isn't he?"

"The bananas helped but they have to have something to work with." The Hatter was stroking Alex's cock, looking up at him with half-lidded, slutty eyes. "And you have a lot to work with here, stud."

Alex grinned, "I sure do. Three gorgeous unbirthday girls who need their presents," he rolled his hips to fuck the Hatter's hand, "given to them." The human looking woman giggled and the Hare moaned. "So. Who's been a good girl?"

There was silence.

He laughed, "All right." How to decide them? "Who's-"

"ME! Me, me! Meeee! Pick me!" The Hare was waving her hands madly. The red vest had burst open, her huge furry tits bouncing, the nipples poking out at least an inch. There was the beginnings of a puddle on the table under her. "Please, I need it so much! I've been good! I haven't raped you at all yet!"

Yet? Alex smiled, "Okay, bunny. Let me see that sweet pussy."

She cheered and slid to the edge of the table; laying down. "Yes, yes, yesssss! Come and get it! Fuck me, fuck me now!"

God damn. Her lust was just...as hot as it was scary. Alex hopped down off the table, gesturing for the Hatter to follow him to the end. She quirked an eyebrow but did so, walking along the table.

The blond young man ran his hands down the Hare's body and she quivered at his touch. He took a moment to play with her huge tits, pinching her nipples, before he stepped between her legs. Alex leaned forward to lay his shaft against her dripping gash, "Ohh, fuck, bunny. You're sopping...mmm."

The Hare could not answer; the contact of his cock sending her so high that all she could do was make little excited inarticulate gasps. The Hatter laughed, "Better hurry or she'll work herself into a heart attack. Hares do that, you know. Speaking of hares..." She straddled the other woman's waist, standing almost at the table's edge. She lifted her skirt to reveal that she wore no panties beneath; her pussy was clean shaven and glistened. It smelled oddly like...Earl Grey? "Since I've got the one, I don't need others. You like?"

"I love," Alex answered. He guided himself down and then stepped forward. "Uhhh, fucking glory!" The Hare's wet, hot cunt sucked him in, almost seeming to jerk him forward once his head pushed into her. He hilted himself in her body; the anthropomorphic nympho screaming with wild joy.

He started to buck his hips, fucking his long, thick cock in and out of her hole, making her big tits jiggle and bounce as he took her. The Hatter wiggled her upheld skirt and he leaned forward to press his lips to her sex; his tongue slipping out and past her lips to sink into her as well. "Ahh! Oh, he's an orator and a whore," she groaned, one hand gripping his hair as her hips ground into his face.

The Hare moaned and gasped as Alex's manhood ravaged her; his pussy spread wide and tightly around his thickness. Her head thrashed back and forth, back arching, hands scrabbling madly on the tabletop. "Yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Raw! Hard! Plunder me! Poach me! More! Harder!"

Alex felt her pussy quivering and spasming on his cock. She was cumming already? Nonetheless, he did as she asked, his flesh slapping into her body dully, her fur muffling the sound. His tongue fucked the Hatter's pussy with the same pace; her hot juice flowing down it into his mouth.

Suddenly he felt something running between his ass cheeks, something warm and hard but flexible. It slid over his perenium, making him groan, pausing to loop around his sack and squeeze gently. Then it moved up and began to loop around his cock as it drilled the Hare. It was pink and thin at the end, growing slowly thicker as it went down. That was...

He felt the Mouse's slender body press against him; she was nude and her body covered with a light, thin fur, far softer and thinner than the Hare's. Her small breasts rubbed against his back as she pressed herself against him. He felt the rim of her bowler hat brushing against his shoulder blades. "Forget about me?" Her small hands came around to stroke his chest, rubbing and flicking his nipples. Her tail now plunged into the Hare's gaping cunt with each furious thrust, but it also moved, stroking Alex's cock at the same time.

Alex lifted his head away from the Hatter's pussy, "Never." He reached back between their bodies with one hand. She squeaked and sighed as he pushed two fingers into her hot, wet, tight, tight, tight pussy. More squeaks came as he started to move them, slowly at first, fingering the woman as she clung to his back.

The Hatter mashed her pussy into his face and he groaned into it, drawing a happy sigh from her. He ran his tongue up her inner world until he found that little nubbin that made her squeal. He began to lick and lap at it, jolting her with pleasure again and again. His free hand lifted to her cunt and she gasped as a long index finger sank into her heaven.

The three women's cries and moans merged together; filling the area with sound. The cluster of people writhed and quivered and moved together; wet squelching a steady, throbbing rhythm to the wild orgy the party had become.

 

[HookerBoots]

Alice moaned loudly as the Hare continued to eat her pussy, his long, soft tongue probing her cleft with dexterity. The vibration caused a chain reaction of sorts, encouraging the Hatter to fuck her mouth more vigorously, while the increased visual stimulation drove the Mouse to fuck her hand faster. It felt so good, she felt so slutty . . . and she'd never thought of herself as a three-man girl before. But this was too hot, and her mind went away somewhere as her hips thrust up, her body orgasming powerfully.

The Hare lapped faster and faster at the flowing juices from her, groaning into the sweet, hot body. He could feel the fur on his face soaking with her orgasm, and knew that he'd be smelling it for hours. As Alice's body stopped twitching, the Hare pulled back a little, gasping for air, smiling broadly. "Now that I've had my drink, it's time for me to give some of my special cream!" He grabbed a chair and hauled it over, kneeling on it to line his hips up with hers. The Hare plunged into her with abandon, letting out a cry that was almost a scream as he buried himself to the hilt inside of Alice's hot, wet pussy.

With a muffled cry, Alice's back arched, feeling her body spreading open to let the Hare's cock slide into her. This shouldn't feel so good! She was acting like a slut, and she shouldn't . . . she shouldn't love it this much. But, god help her, she did! From above her, she heard the Hatter make an agitated noise. "Always taking what you want first! Maybe I wanted that hole, did you ever think of that?"

The Hare, panting with his exertions, glared at the tall man. "If you had, you should have said sooner! I've got it now, and you can't have it until I'm done, so there!"

Alice thought for a moment that it was like listening to children arguing, and decided to put a stop to it the only way she could. Pulling her mouth away from the Hatter's cock for a moment, she said breathlessly, "I've got more than one hole, you know. You could share," she gasped, then wrapped her lips around the Hatter's cock again, slurping madly on the thick, hard shaft between her lips.

The Mouse laughed softly, sliding his tail faster between her breasts. "They hate to share," he said, "but in this case, they might have to."

"Shut it, you!" grunted the Hare, lifting Alice's legs to rest on his shoulders.

The Hatter looked at the scene spread out in front of him, and sighed. "He's right, dammit. All right, stop for a minute so we can get situated." Reluctantly, the Mouse pulled both his tail and his cock away, and the Hatter stepped back a little. They both glared at the Hare until he, with a twitch of his whiskers, stepped back as well. "Since you've decided to be selfish," the Hatter sniped, stretching out on the table, "we'll have to do it this way."

Alice stood shakily, making her way to where the Hatter was. As she lowered her hips, ready to let his cock enter her ass, she felt his hands on her waist, pulling her down and . . . turning her quickly around to enter her pussy instead. "Oh!"

The Hare growled a little, then made his way over to them, grumbling a little. "Call me selfish, at least I'm not a sneak!" But he lined up his cock again, sliding it into Alice's ass almost as easily as it had gone into her pussy. She wondered about that for a moment, but then the feel of two cocks inside of her made the wonder vanish like mist on a hot day.

As she was thinking, Alice felt another shaft against her lips, and looked up to see the Mouse holding his cock to her mouth, silently encouraging her to suck him. The girl opened her mouth, letting him side his shaft into her, feeling her body be filled by cock in every possible hole.

 

[Armphid]

"Ahh, hahh! More, more, mooooore!" The hare screamed shrilly; her breasts bouncing and jiggling wildly as Alex fucked her fast and hard. She shrieked though it died a moment later and a fresh flood of her girl cum squirted out over the table edge and down Alex's standing form.

He couldn't believe how fast and easily she came! Or how hard! But, God, if felt fucking amazing when she did. Her pussy clenched and clutched at him; and that hot flood around his cock and down his body was sinfully delightful.

Pussy was his whole world; the tight, gushing one on his cock, the hot, sweet, tea flavored one grinding into his mouth as his tongue tortured the fleshy pearl, the silky, slippery one his fingers were buried in behind, her juices running down his arm.

The Hatter shuddered, "Ohh, crumpets! I'm, ah, second at my own party!" She grabbed his hair in both hands and yanked, "C-cumming second!" Alex felt his face suddenly awash in a hot, slightly sticky liquid, as though warm tea had just been splashed on him. The woman on his face whooped loudly, "Hhh! Almost time!"

"A little longer," the Hare begged, "Just one, ahhhh, squirt more!"

"Sooner," the mouse countered, her soft voice drenched in want, "Not one squirt later!"

Alex pulled his head back; his handsome face glistened with the Hatter's fluids. "What...aaa, fuck, what are you talking about?"

Instead of explaining the blond just shouted, "Swiiiiitch!"

"What the heeell, hey!" The hare pushed herself back and off his cock, scooting across the table. Alex was pushed from behind and landed where she had been, face down. "What's-" Small hands, two pairs of them rolled him onto his back, "Whoa, whoa, time out!"

They all halted in place. The Hatter had turned around to be facing him as he lay on the table, frozen in mid-squat over his big, pussy slicked cock. The Hare was half-way off the edge of the table, and the Mouse was stepping up onto it. All three blinked at him. The Hatter tilted her head, "What?"

"What are you, what does switch mean?"

"Oh, that!" She grinned insanely. "It means we trade places! So now you're on your back, good little whore that you are. And I-" And she drove herself down onto his cock; making the young man cry out as her hot, creamy sex spread around his hard meat, "AHhhhhh, have cock in my pussy."

The Hare was off the table now, "And I'm at your rear!" He gasped as he felt a furry finger suddenly push past his sphincter, which resisted far less than he thought it should, "Oh, so tight! Oh, OH! Does this mean I get to-"

"No," The Hatter sighed, "no, no, last time they almost arrested you, remember?"

"I'll do it," the Mouse said. She was standing over Alex's head, looking down at him from under the rim of her bowler. "I like his ass." She squatted over his face and pressed her pussy against his lips, "And his mouth, and I'll use both."

"Okay!" The Hatter nodded, "That's settled! Time in!"

Alex would have protested except that there was too much, all at once. The Hare started to finger his ass; her long, furry finger stretching and teasing his pucker. The Hatter started to ride his cock, their bodies slapping together as she impaled herself over and over, yelping and crowing and shouting inanities about measurements and cloth prices. The Mouse leaned down and licked one of his nipples, pinching the other. He opened his mouth and licked at her cunt; the small, wet, sopping gash right over his lips.

 

[HookerBoots]

It felt like there was nothing else in the world, save her body and the three cocks that were penetrating her. Alice was lost in the pleasure of it, her legs barely supporting her own weight as she came over and over again. The Hatter and the Hare were panting, fucking as hard as they could, and arguing as they did so.

"She came because of what I just did!"

"You didn't do anything, Flopsy, she came from what I did!"

"She didn't!"

"She did! And stop groping her tits, those are on my side!"

And after each exchange like that, they redoubled their efforts, each one trying to outdo the other. The Mouse, meanwhile, was fucking himself in and out of her mouth with abandon. Suddenly, he stopped, his shaft between her sucking lips. "Switch!"

The other two stopped mid-bicker, looking at the furry man with surprise. But they did move, pulling their cocks out of Alice's holes, leaving her on hands and knees on the table, trembling slightly. The Mouse slipped underneath her, driving his cock into her pussy with one quick thrust. The Hatter stepped in front of the Hare, pushing into her well-fucked ass with ease, leaving the rabbit-man standing there, almost befuddled. Then he grinned and moved around to the front, letting Alice's lips wrap eagerly around his cock.

The Mouse started to fuck her pussy eagerly, the tip of his tail slipping around to flicker over her clit. Alice gasped, her mouth taking in more of the Hare's cock, as she did so. "There," the Mouse managed, filling the girl's willing cunt, "now we've all had a turn!"

Laughing, the Hatter plunged in and out of Alice's ass. "I suppose we have, and she's had a turn at all of us!" He smacked her ass firmly, and the Hare moaned.

"Do that again, she almost sucked it off!" He gripped the dark hair in one hand, pulling her face close into his body as he stroked his cock in and out of her mouth again.

 

[Armphid]

Alex thrust up hard, his back arching, grunting into the Mouse's soft, silky pussy, "Nnnmmmffuuuhhh, uhh, mmm, ffhhh!" His cock felt as though it was electrified as raw carnal joy fired into him as he fired into her, his hot, sticky, thick seed shooting up into her body. The Mouse let out a fluttering moan that rose in pitch, rocking back and forth on his face, her small hands clutching his head, her expression one of bliss.

"Ah-hh!" The Hatter's eyes closed in pure contentment, "Oh, oh, cream for my tea, cream for me, yes, oh, that's a good, good, good, boy slut." She continued to bounce up and down on his cock, spurts of jizz squishing out of her and onto both Alex and the table.

"Greedy!" The Hare glared up at her, "You better not take it all!" Then she gave the young man's sack a gentle squeeze, "Feels like there's more left..."

He reached up and ran his hands over the Mouse's soft, furry thighs and then lifted her up off his face, the petite woman making a squeak, "Plenty for all of you, bunny. You'll get your cream filling too."

"She'll get it three," Mouse smirked, "Switch!" Then she lunged forward, all but tackling the Hatter of of Alex's cock. Then she looked back over her shoulder at him, her tail running over his skin, the tip lashing over one nipple and then the other, before she impaled herself on his girth.

"Fuck! So tight, mousie, you hot little thing," Ales gasped. She was the tightest pussy he'd ever felt; and for a moment he was worried he'd actually hurt her.

"Love this hot big thing," she cooed, beginning to drive herself up and down, her hands playing with her small, pert tits.

Before he could say more, the Hare straddled his face, "Ohhhh, stick that tongue in me, stud! Make me cream before I get yours!" She sat on his face, leaning back so that he could see her as she pinched the nipples of her big, furry jugs. Her pussy was sopping wet and fiery hot, tasting of wild musky herbs, and he lapped at it eagerly before he stabbed his tongue into her passage and began to tongue fuck her, "Ahh! Now that's a silver, a gold fucking tongue! Wooo!"

He felt hands caressing his hair and paused a moment in tonguing the bunny girl. The Hatter was there? If they switched, shouldn't she be...? Then she spoke, "So impatient! Like a certain long ears, I know. Just...ohhh...growing the proper tool, Alex baby. Ah!" Her voice hitched and then she sighed, "MMmm. Oh, I'll love this...I even hope you do too, not that I'll stop."

"Mmf thf fuff?" Then he felt her between his legs, pushing them apart and then he felt something hot, hard, and slick rub against his perinium before sliding lower. "MmM!" The Hare giggled and cooed as he let out an explosive breath. That was...! But there weren't any guys here, so...what was...

"I told you the blue ones make it grow," the Hatter's voice teased. He had a sudden glimpse in his mind's eye of the catgirl as she'd appeared the last time; curvy femininity except for the big dick between her legs.

"Oh!" The Mouse grinned, "He likes that. It just jumped in me."

"Time for mine to jump in," The Hatter laughed. And then he felt it. A firm pressure that his body resisted a moment only to allow in a second later. He groaned loudly into the Hare's pussy as she filled him; hot, hard, unnatural, wonderful futa cock spreading his sweet ass open.

 

[HookerBoots]

With a whimper, Alice came again, her body spasming and twitching around the three cocks inside of her. She could barely think over the feeling of being filled like this, and her fingers were grasping at the table on which she lay. Her hands caught nothing but the tablecloth, and that bunched up between her fingers, wrinkling the fabric as her back arched over it.

The three men pounding her holes were in a similar state, their hips moving faster than they'd imagined possible. The Hatter was plunging gleefully in and out of her ass, making certain to smack her ass with every stroke, since it made her tighten up around his shaft and the others that were inside of her each time. "Ohhh, fuck, this is a fine spot to be in," he groaned.

From his place beneath Alice, the Mouse grunted his agreement, his cock plunging in and out of her with abandon. "I agree," he squeaked, the tip of his tail slipping over her clit again, then circling around it and tweaking it with a dexterity that shocked Alice even as it thrilled her. "This is another fine mess you've gotten us into."

"And I for one," groaned the Hare, "am delighted at it!" He thrust his cock into her mouth firmly, his balls hitting her chin with a slapping sound. "Haven't had an un-Birthday this fine since we were invited to the palace!"

The Hatter grimaced in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Don't even mention it! Our pretty slut here is like a cream-filled pastry compared to Her Majesty's day-old teacakes!" He moaned loudly and slapped her ass again. "Ahh, yes, so close!" he managed. "Do you want a cream filling, whore, or a creamy glaze?"

Alice pulled her mouth away from the Hare's cock long enough to gasp, "Inside!" before the furry creature thrust into her lips again.

"All of us?" asked the Hare, his breathing harsh and labored. Alice nodded, and he groaned. "Fuck, that's a good thing," he gasped. "Fill 'er up, boys!"

And with that, as though the words were a magic spell, all three of the males thrust hard into her body and began to pump the pretty wandered full of hot, sticky cum.

~ ~ ~ ~​

A figure far away sneered at the picture in front of her. Long black hair cascaded down over creamy white skin to the tops of her thighs, covering parts of her form without hiding anything. Large, round breasts spread the river of ebony hair, helped by the fact that one of her hands was busy massaging them lustily. The other hand was between the long, smooth legs, stroking her pussy with two fingers. Around the trim circumference of her waist was a tattoo that circled her like a belt, of interlinked red-and-black hearts. "Day-old teacakes," she said with what was meant to be contempt, but had a shade too much panic in it. "Hrmph!"

Her eyes turned to the other mirror on the wall, a scene almost identical to the other. But this one featured a young man being pleased and pleasing three female creatures. This was something she could watch all day, but never wish she was part of; the Queen of Hearts never shared her cocks with anyone if she could help it.

~ ~ ~ ~​

"Unnnnngh!" The Hare, the last to finish, almost fell over to one side as the last of his sperm left his body. "Oh, oh, I haven't felt this drained in . . . at least a fortnight!" he moaned, flipping over on the table. "I need food! Or tea!" he whimpered as he grabbed a teapot and poured the contents over his face, drenching the fur with the liquid.

The Hatter, who was slumped in a chair, raised one hand in reproach, but couldn't muster up the energy for more. "Greedy," he breathed. "We're all spent. But I think it was an investment I'll never regret."

Alice sat up, filling the loads of cum inside her pussy and ass shift as she did. "I feel . . . as though I could fly," she whispered, her eyes wide and happy. She hopped off the table and felt jizz leak down her legs as she did. "I suppose I should be going."

"Of course," said the Mouse, his eyes already closed, "since you were in a hurry, I recall. The castle is the way you were going." He yawned and turned over. "But the White Rabbit lives in the village off to the left."

"The rabbit?!" Alice almost jumped. "Excellent! I'll head that way before I get on my way to the castle." She reached for her clothes and stopped. Her bra was soaked with tea and marmalade. "Oh, no! That was my favorite one!" She sighed. "I suppose I'll make due," she muttered as she fastened her skirt again.

The Hatter grabbed for his jacket. "Here, this will help."

"Oh, I couldn't take your jacket!" she said, then stopped at his look.

"I wasn't offering you my jacket!" he said, almost offended. "It's custom-made, it wouldn't fit! But here," he grabbed a fistful of what looked like playing cards and thrust them at her. "There's a good clothing shop in town, they should be able to get you arranged for an audience with the Queen, if that's what you're trying for."

She looked at them, twenty cards that were all the ten of diamonds, and the backs were portraits of a stunning, black-haired young woman. "Thank you?" Alice said uncertainly. "I . . . you were a great deal of fun," she said, before turning back to the road.

"Come back any time," shouted the Hare, still dripping from the tea he'd splashed on himself.

 

[Armphid]

"AhhnN! Yes, so good, hot tongue, hot cock, can't wait for, mmp! Hot cream!" The busty Hare was all but bouncing herself up and down on Alex's face, her large breasts jiggling and almost slapping her in the face, only restrained by one of her furry hands that pawed and teased her own magnificent mounds. The other was in Alex's hair, gripped tightly as he tongue fucked the randy rabbit. "Ahh! Again! Agaaaain!"

He felt his face splashed with hot, thick juice as the bunny girl orgasmed again, shrieking and gibbering on his face. God, so many times she'd cum! And the Mouse too had already creamed once on his hard cock, the petite and quiet anthro lass riding him like a prize stallion. "Nnn, good thing I, ahh, had that nap earlier! He'd have fucked me asleep!"

"So would I, you hot little squeaker," the Hatter grinned. The slender blond was pumping an unnatural and large, long dick in and out of Alex's ass; the magic of the food he'd eaten making him tight yet wet and ready for a hard fuck. "Asleep or awake! Ohh, and this one too! Fully reversible fucking on this whore! Good either way!"

Alex smiled into the Hare's pussy, his pride swelling at the words. He was man enough to admit he'd always been insecure about his size and his, ah, skill. But there were no complaints here! He bucked harder and harder up into the Mouse, feeling his balls starting to clench. Then he let out a growling cry that was muffled by the Hare's sopping pussy and slammed up into the little woman as deeply as he could.

Her eyes flew open and her mouth parted without sound. Then she shivered and shuddered, her pussy clenching down on his rod as the feeling of his cock spraying her insides full of hot, thick, heavy jizz flooded through her. After a moment or two, she gasped, "Cum! He's cumming in me! Oh, oh, oh, creamy, dreamy reaming!" She continued to buck on his cock; the food enhanced dong not yet softening or even stopping to pump the young man's seed. "Sw-sw-swit-"

"Veto!" The Hatter grunted as she pistoned in and out and in and out of Alex's ass, "I, ahh, need to finish stirring!"

"OH!" The Hare reached back to the Mouse, "Tag me in! Tag me, tag me, tag me!"

"He will!" The willowy rodent girl reached back and slapped the Hare's hand. She suddenly gathered her legs under her and leaped off of Alex and the table, landing in the bean bag chair. She groaned, a long, pleased, whimper as her a rivulet of jizz poured from her cunt.

The Hare sprang backwards, flipping herself fully in place and impaling herself on Alex's dick in the same motion, "FUCK! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssss! Fuck me, Alex whore! Fill me! I want it too, I haven't had any cream yet and I'm sooo thirsty!"

Alex grabbed her hips and grinned at her, his face smeared with her ejaculate, "Give you all I've got, bunny, in every thirsty little hole you want it in."

~~~~~~~~~​

"S-so...boring." The Queen stared at the right mirror and her face was flushed. Her big tits rode and feel rapidly as she shook her head, watching the scene unfolding with Alex and the trio at the tea party. Her hands had moved a bit; one now rubbed her clit, the other had a pair of fingers buried in her pussy, pumping in and out as she watched, "Who would ever...Ahh...think these two, ohhh! Dull, unattractive, uhhh, wanderers worth watching?"

She was leaning back far in her chair and she bit her lower lip, letting her head roll back and let out a long, rolling moan, "Not worth not watching at all! Nn-no! Ohh, fuck!" She kicked out with one leg and knocked over a bell sitting on a nearby table.

There was a rush of feet and a figure in white knelt behind the Queen's chair in the darkness. "Your Majesty!" The voice was two voices speaking at once; one female, one male.

"Don't not watch them or else!"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the dual voice answered. "He/She," both pronouns were spoken at once, the first by the female voice, the second by the male, "will not not escape me."

~~~~~~~~~​

"Yes, fuck, yes, yes! Harder, pound me into, through, the fucking table!" The Hare was on all fours now, her hands clawing down the twisted tablecloth, her big breasts mashed against the hard surface. Alex was pounding into her from behind, thrusting hard again and again and again. The Hatter was behind him, her dick fucking into Alex at the precise same rhythm and timing.

Alex moaned, "Yes, nail you right to it, fuck! And me beside you!" He looked back over his shoulder at the beaming Hatter, "Come on, gorgeous, fuck my sweet slut ass!" God, he couldn't believe he'd said that or meant it. But he did, fuck, her cock felt so fucking good in him!

"Going," she answered, her voice strangely tense, a tension that Alex recognized immediately, "Going, going..."

"Don't go," he answered. "Cum!"

"Don't mind if I do!" She threw her head back and whooped as she pushed deep into Alex's ass and her cock swelled for a moment before gushing hot, greasy futa spunk into his bowels.

The feeling of it was too much. Alex gritted his teeth, "Time for bunny to get her cream filling!" He kept pounding, but shallower, his hips thrusting hard but keeping his cock in her. The lost boy cried out again and again, each shout with a thrust, each thrust firing a jet of his jizz into the quivering body of the Hare.

He felt the cock in his ass slip out with a gush of hot, gooey spooge down his legs. On impulse he pulled out and stood up, one hand going to pump his still spraying cock. The Hare whirled and sat up, presenting her face and tits. The Hatter slid onto the table and rolled onto her back beside the furred woman. Alex aimed his dick at them, blasting the upturned faces and heaving breasts with his jizz, "Cream glaze too, all for you girls!" He came and came, streaking their forms with his essence, until he gave a final sighing gasp and no more came.

The Hare smiled beatifically, "Such a nice tea..."

"If you had some to go with your cream," The Hatter grinned.

"Who needs that?" The Hare closed her eyes and flopped backwards onto the table, limbs spread and cum oozing from her slit.

Alex stepped back carefully from the table, sinking into a nearby chair. God. Had he ever cum that much or hard? He leaned back and took several deep breaths. He felt like his whole being was made of pure joy; true golden glory infusing all of him. But he wasn't tired or weak like he usually was after a big orgasm. He was pretty sure he could actually go again...

"Well, you were a good stripper, but as a whore, you were fan-fucking-tastical!" The Hatter was smiling at him, sitting on the edge of the table, nude save for her spats and hat but also suddenly and inexplicably clean. She tilted her head at him, "I'd suggest specializing and putting your talents to great use."

He laughed and quirked an eyebrow, "I'll keep that in mind." Alex stood up, "I'm sorry, but I should probably be going."

"Hmm, hmm, yes, of course." The Hatter nodded and hopped off the table, swishing her hips as she moved past him, "In high demand, I'd bet and win. Where are you going next? Maybe I'll have to put the table on wheels."

"I'm looking for a friend of mine. I've been told the best way to find her would be to to the palace."

The Hatter had picked up her vest and froze perfectly still for a moment. "The palace? My. Is it that time already?"

Alex blinked. "What?"

The blond turned and held up her pocket watch, "Time, silly boy, it's that time already, that's all." She gestured to the road, "You were going the right wrong way, if you want the palace."

He nodded, "Good to know." Alex had pulled his boxers and jeans on but his t-shirt had fallen into a large open teapot and was now thoroughly brewed. Well...he'd feel a little silly, but being bare chested wouldn't be terrible. It was warm enough here. "Thank you. I can honestly say I've never been to a better party."

She beamed and winked, "Come again, and again and again, I hope, and we'll do better yet." She threw a small package at him, Alex catching it out of the air. It was a set of...playing cards? They were a little crumpled and wrinkled, a thick wad of ones and fives of diamonds, on the back a picture of a sultry dark haired woman with a lush figure and arrogant eyes. "You earned it, Alex whore. Cum back soon!"

Alex nodded and waved, "Have fun." He turned back to the road and began to walk onwards. He stuffed the wad of whatever it was into his back pocket and sighed as he left the tea party behind. Alone again and as lost as ever. He could only hope Alice was doing better, wherever she was.

~~~~~~~~~​

He walked on for a few more hours, as near as he could tell, with two short stops. After cresting the hill that rose from the valley the tea party had been in, he'd caught sight of a small village that the road passed through ahead. He was finally drawing near it, and hearing the sounds and commotion of people living together.

The town was odd; which shouldn't have surprised him. It was an odd blend of Elizabethan, Victorian, and modern clothes, buildings and technology. He didn't see and cars or phones but there were loudspeakers here and there and he saw radios in several of the shops as he passed. People were looking at him curiously but without any kind of hostility.

Suddenly a group of people came running out of a what looked like a pub, a sign hanging over the door that read "The White King's Crown." One of them shook his head, "They're at it again! Nearly tore the place apart last time!"

Alex stopped, "Who's at it again?"

"The Lion and the Unicorn!" Another knot of people came bustling out of the pub, a few looking back over their shoulders. A tall man so lean he looked to be made of sticks shook his head, "Fighting all the time. The Lion beat the Unicorn all around the town last time."

"Smashing windows and furniture, upturning pots, breaking shutters, it was awful," an older woman sighed with a shake of her head. "We had to give them all the bread we had to calm them down; white, brown, even the sweet rolls!"

Alex looked back at the pub. He could hear two raised voices arguing. "Uh, has anyone tried to talk them down? Maybe see if they can work it out?"

The villagers looked at Alex as though he were mad. Then at one another. "...No. They're the Lion and the Unicorn. They fight."

"Right." Alex looked at the open door of the pub. This wasn't any of his business. He should just walk away right now.

Behind him he heard one of the villagers mutter, "I've no bread left to give 'em. You, Tom?"

"Nar. Think they'll take sorghum?"

Alex sighed. He heard the townspeople gasp as he walked up to the pub door. He looked back, "I'll sort this out for you, but I'll expect some help in return." And in he went.

 

[HookerBoots]

The freakiest part about this place wasn't that it looked like the set from a poorly-bankrolled 'historical' film, Alice decided. It was that, even though there were people in the streets, but not one of them was looking at her strangely. Perhaps it was common for topless women to wander through the streets here, but she wasn't used to being so exposed in public, and the lack of comment on it only made her feel more exposed somehow.

There was a shop on the left that seemed to have dress forms in the window, and there were definitely clothes on the forms. Alice turned and looked at it. Clothes, if one were being liberal with their words. But it was more than she was wearing, that was for sure. Any storm in a port, she thought as she headed for the door of the place, and then stopped and shook herself. That wasn't how it went; this place must be getting to her.

An hour later, she stepped out onto the street again, and this time she was getting looks. The shop owner had firmly refused to let her wear her skirt anymore, and Alice had gotten the impression that Urban Outfitters' finest was soon going to grace the shop's dustbin. But she did like what they'd put her into; a corset that cinched her waist in and pushed her breasts up to new heights while it barely covered them, a pair of hot pants that were barely long enough to earn that name, thigh-high fishnets and knee-high boots, all in shades of black and red. She'd fought for her favorite green, but they didn't have anything - apparently, very little in the way of color diversity was allowed.

Maybe the stares were for the clothes, but Alice was also sure that her having had a chance to shower and do something with her hair didn't hurt matters. Her hair was shining, the red streaks seeming more vibrant than ever, and the shop had given her some face-paint to use that accented her eyes and lips.

As she looked around the little town, trying to assess who the most likely person to give her directions was, a little urchin ran up to her and bent over almost double. "Miss, miss, please, you gotta come 'elp!"

There was a moment where she just stared, her lips parted slightly. "I - what? What's wrong?"

The boy looked up, then back down quickly. "They're fighin' agin, miss, and the town's smack outta anything t'give!" He shook his head sadly, "Ain't been a scrap o' bread fer a month, let alone any plum cake." His voice almost cracked on the last part, and he looked up at her now, eyes wide. "Please, miss, somebody's gotta do sumthin!"

She sighed and put one hand on her hip. "Fine, then. Where are they?" He scampered off down the street, and she stalked after him. "Wait, wait!" He paused, took off again as she caught up to him. "So, uh," Alice said, trying to sound confident, "who are 'they', exactly?"

He looked up at her in startlement, and said slowly, as though he were talking to someone who might be crazy, but very dangerous, "The Lion, mum, and the Unicorn. Same as always."

Alice swallowed hard. "Lion, you say?"

~ ~ ~ ~​

The boy lead her to a garden that had clearly, once, been arranged as a tea garden. There was a ring of roses around the perimeter, awash in large, white blossoms. The inside of the garden was a wreck, more or less. Tables were overturned, there was what looked like broken crockery on the ground, and people scattered around, trying to act like there was nothing wrong.

Inside, locked in a wrestling hold, were two creatures that could only be the Lion and the Unicorn. The Lion looked like a lovely, if large, woman with golden skin and short hair; she was sleek and well-muscled, the salient parts of her anatomy covered by leather wraps. The Unicorn was pale, almost pure white, with a shock of silver hair falling down around her face; her eyes were wide and sky blue, and she was slender as a willow.

And they were locked in what looked like a death struggle.

Alice sighed. "Boy, go somewhere safe," she told her guide, and was vaguely aware of him scuttling out of the area. She moved towards the garden, her eyes fixed on the way the two combatants were moving. This wasn't going to be much different than having to throw out two drunks, or a rough self-defense class. She hoped. "See here!" Alice said, pitching her voice over the sound of growls, neighs, and grunts, "You two stop that at once!"

There was a moment of silence, and the two creatures in the garden stopped dead, their eyes wide as they looked at her. She stepped into the fray and pulled them apart by their tops, one hand filled with leather and the other with filmy white fabric. "Now, then," she said, a little, breathless, let's talk about this. Why are you two fighting?"

"For the crown, of course," the Lion growled, one of her arms reaching out to bat at the Unicorn. "Are you new, or something? We always fight for the crown, and I always win!"

The Unicorn started struggling now. "You do not!" She lunged forward, her horn angled toward the Lion's face. "I win!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," muttered Alice. "Listen. We're going to talk about this. No more fighting." Her arms were straining, keeping the two beasts apart, and she sighed. "Here, this is what we'll do. There's an inn over there," she nodded towards a tall building with a sign out front saying it was named "The White King's Crown", "we'll go inside, and having a nice drink, and talk about it."

The Unicorn snorted. "I will not break bread with that . . . that . . savage!"

"As though there was any left!" the Lion roared, "You gluttonous grain-eater! Never leaves me any of the plum cake, not a scrap!" Her eyes narrowed, "Won't break bread with me, eh? I'll break your self-righteous, pompous head!"

"Enough!" The snap in Alice's voice was enough to make them both stop. "You're both going in there, and I'll carry you if I have to." She looked them both in the eye. "If I have to, neither of you will like it. Now march!"

They trudged into the inn, her in the middle, and settled at a small table in a back room. "Now," she said, one hand rubbing her temples, "Lion. Tell me what's got you so upset."

 

[Armphid]

The White King's Crown looked like a pub taken right from Britain or one of the many American bars built with that in mind. The ceiling was low and heavy beamed with lamps hung off of posts here and there and there were two hearths in the place; though no fires burned in them this early in the day. The bar was massive and long, of richly stained and tooled wood with a brass rail running its length and beaten copper laid over the surface near the taps. There were dents and large cuts in it here and there, however, and all of the wooden furniture looked fresh and new. From the back and around the bend of the common room, Alex could hear a pair of voices, both feminine, arguing and shouting.

"Hsst, lad!" A head poked up being the bar as Alex entered, his eyes adjusting to the relative gloom of the place. An older man was waved at him, "Get out or get behind here, quick! They're going to start any minute now."

Alex shook his head, "Not if I can help it, sir. I'm going to try and talk them down."

The bartender stared. "...But they're the Lion and the Unicorn. They fight."

The young man rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I heard that. Anyway, better clear out in case this just makes them madder." The man paled and scrambled out from behind the bar and dashed past Alex. The blond watched him go and shook his head.

Figuring that the bar could handle the cost of a few beers as long as the place didn't get smashed up, Alex went behind the bar and pulled down a pair of large flagons, filling them with rich brown ale from one of the taps. As he did so, he listened to the raised voices. They were very distinct; one was high and very refined, speaking with the precise cadence of a British aristocrat and the other was a rich alto with slightly rolled r's and a far more American way of speaking.

He moved around to the back with a tall mug in either hand, as he drew near the source of the shouting he called out, "Girls, girls, you're both pretty!" He'd never thought he'd get to use that line in anything resembling a serious context. "How about you let a lucky guy buy you both a drink?" The Lion and the Unicorn looked up as he rounded the corner, both wide eyed and surprised. He'd called them both pretty in his attempt to get their attention and it was certainly true, though it was in very different ways.

The Lion was an Amazonian beauty; perhaps an inch taller than Alex himself and with a strong body, muscles clearly standing out and defined in her bare arms and what he could see of her legs. Despite her muscles, she was very obviously female; her breasts were large, high, and seemed to be putting a great deal of strain on the laced up leather vest she wore as a top and her legs were shapely if muscled. She wore a skirt of leather as well, in strips that there partly separate and moved freely, giving the skirt a pleated look. Sandals that laced up her calf were on her feet. Her skin was the golden brown of a Mediterranean sun worshiper and her hair was a rich brown color that fell in a wild and thick mane to the small of her back. Her fierce eyes were the color of jade and were slit like a cat's, the only feline feature he could see on the woman; her features were pretty yet strong and noble.

The Unicorn was shorter than Alex by probably three or four inches and she was slender and delicate looking. Her figure was pleasing and feminine; willowy and alluring with a slim waist, round hips, a firm bubble butt, and enticing breasts that while not nearly as ample as the Lion's would still be a large handful each, rising and falling in a very interesting way as she slowly lowered the mug she'd been about to throw. She wore a royal blue dress with a high neck but no sleeves, wearing instead long gloves that came to her elbows. The dress was tight fitted across the chest and cinched at the waist, the skirt swooping down to just a few inches above the satiny shoes on her dainty feet. She wore a wide white sash around her waist that was tied with a knot in front to allow the tails to fall over the front of her skirt. She was pale and lovely, her skin reminding him of bad poetry involving alabaster skin, smooth and flawless. Her hair was a falling curtain of silver, clean and shiny, falling to just past her shoulders and her wide eyes were the blue of a clear sky on a summer day. Her face was beautiful with fine features and delicate lips and, somehow not throwing any of it off at all, the opalescent horn that rose in a 45 degree angle from her brow. It was perhaps eight inches long and spiraled about itself as it rose to a fine point.

The two women stared at Alex a few more moments, and then looked at one another, clearly at a loss for what to do. A faint rose blush appeared on the Unicorn as she put the crockery in her hands down on the table, "I beg your pardon, sir," she said, her eyes, "but I'm not certain I heard you clearly."

The Lion scoffed and crossed her arms under her breasts, "He wants to buy you a drink." She grimaced and muttered, "Of course he does."

Alex shook his head, "No, not her, and not you, Miss Lion. Both of you." He walked up to the table they'd been circling around and set the mugs down in front of the women. "How about it, ladies? I'd count myself very fortunate and happy to have a drink with two pretty women such as yourselves."

God, he hoped this worked.

The Lion and the Unicorn both stared another few seconds, wearing an expression as though neither was exactly sure what she was seeing. Then the Lion reached down and lifted the chair she'd knocked over up and sat down, "...Sure, thanks."

The Unicorn offered Alex a slight bow of her head and sat down as well, "Very kind of you, sir," she offered softly.

Alex smiled and nodded. Wow. What were the odds of someone like him ever sharing a table with two girls like this? "It's my pleasure." He paused a moment, unsure of how to begin and then decided to just plunge ahead, "I've heard that you two end up fighting a lot and breaking up the town." Both women inhaled to speak but he held up a hand, "Now, before you say anything, I'm not here to blame anyone for it or tell you not to. But I do want to understand why. I mean...you're both gorgeous, striking, strong women...why not get along?"

"Gorgeous!" The Lion took a drink from her mug and set it down hard, glaring at the Unicorn. "No one thinks that about me with her around." The mighty woman's eyes were hard but they also wandered down and over the Unicorn's body, a heat behind them.

The Unicorn let out an offended gasp and glared right back, "I wish they would! But you're so big and strong," she lingered on those words, her blue eyes flitting over the Lion's arms and chest, "that everyone's afraid of you, I can't get them to leave me alone!"

Alex blinked. It...couldn't actually be this easy, could it? "Wait, wait, hold on." He looked over at the Lion, "You want to feel pretty but you don't when she's around because you feel showed up." The Lion blushed but nodded, growling as she did so. He turned to the Unicorn, "And you want to be stronger and more intimidating so you can have some space, and envy her, right?" The Unicorn blinked but then sighed demurely and nodded as well. "You were also both just checking each other out. Have you ever thought about...solving each other's problems?" They again gave him that look as though they didn't understand what they were encountering. "I mean, you were just both undressing each other with your eyes, so why don't you, you know, come here together? I mean, seeing you with the Unicorn, Lion, everyone'll see that you'd have to look good to have a girl like her. And Unicorn, no one's going to get in your face if you're with Lion."

"But..." The Lion shook her head slowly. "We're the Lion and the Unicorn."

"Yes, precisely," The Unicorn agreed. "We fight."

"So I've heard," Alex said sourly. But then an idea occurred to him. This would never work. Ever. Not in the real world anyway. But in this insane place...it just might. "But what if you did something other than fight? Something that's energetic and will let you really pound on each other but be a lot more fun."

"Sir, what could you possibly be referring to?"

"I think he means...but he can't mean..."

"I do." Alex grinned. "I think you two shouldn't fight. You should fuck."