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Introduction:

In this parody of the movie, Alice's adventures in Wonderland begin without her panties. She discovers that many of the odd characters she meets are easily aroused by what they see of her.
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From the Desk of ALICE


Dear mother goose,

Your collection of sensual confessional stories from
the various fantasy stars reminded me of what was left
out of my story in the movie about following the white
rabbit on his hurried mission to Wonderland. I thought
I might share the rest of this story with your readers.
I'm older and wiser now, but back then it was all a
wonderful adventure when I was a girl who believed that
reality could change if you wanted it to.

My trek to Wonderland took place one lazy afternoon in
May, sitting under an oak tree in the middle of a
meadow ablaze with the color of thousands of
wildflower. I remember it well. I was wearing a blue
dress with a white apron. Mother was trying to read to
me from a boring book about English history. I think it
was an account of the chivalry period of nights and
ladies and small kingdoms and royal families after King
Arthur.

Whatever she was trying to teach me, it was too nice a
day for me to pay attention. I would rather play with
my kitten Dinah and daydream about adventures and
romance. I was a young girl at the time, and you know
how we are at that age. Mother was sharp with me for
not paying attention. She scolded that I should learn
about the history of our people. An educated young lady
would want to know the way things are in the world. It
was too nice of a day to concentrate on academics.

If her history book had pictures and romance and humor
I would have been more attentive. I slipped down from
the tree branch I was sitting on, and rolled around on
the ground among the daisies. Stupid. I felt something
wet and squishy on my leg. I had rolled on to a small
pile of dog poop. It missed my skirt, barely, but it
made a mess on my leg and on my panties. I didn't want
to continue wearing the messy garment, and did not want
to leave the meadow.

Mother noticed when I slipped the underwear off, rolled
it up, and stuck it in my handbag. She scolded me once
more for exposing myself in public, and then she
continued with her history lessons. I returned to
playing with my kitten. I muttered to kitten Dinah that
in my world everything would be different. Things would
not be what they appear, and what we see would surprise
us by constantly defying the rules. Up would be down.
Serious would be silly. Ridiculous would be normal.

My thoughts about an imaginary world were distracted
suddenly when I watched a white rabbit running by.
Dressed in a costume, holding a big pocket watch, and
talking to himself. He paused, looked at me, said, "I'm
late. I'm late. For a very important date. No time to
say goodbye. Hello. I'm late, I'm late, I'm late." He
hopped away, and then disappeared into a rabbit hole at
the base of a nearby tree.

I was curious. "Mister Rabbit." Crawling on all fours
with the kitten behind me, I followed him down the
rabbit hole. A rabbit wearing a costume and speaking
English. That would be part of my upside down world.
Where would he go? Suddenly, I fell down a deep shaft,
waving goodbye to kitten Dinah as I left. It was a
long, long fall. My dress and petticoats popped out
like an umbrella, slowing my decent like a parachute.
At the bottom I found myself in a well illuminated
lobby with a checkered tiled floor.

The only exit was a side door that was way too small
for me. The door was alive, and could talk. Looking up
at me wide eyed at where my panties should be, it
whistled and smiled and winked and then mentioned how
nice I looked. Remembering that I had removed my
panties, I blushed that the talking door was looking at
my naked pee-pee. I pushed my dress against my legs to
cover my exposure, and then asked about the white
rabbit. The door explained that the rabbit had
continued on to the gardens past the door. The door
clarified for me that to shrink small enough to go
through the door I needed to drink from a bottle that
happened to be there.

I shrank to the right size following a sip from the
bottle, only to be told I needed the key from the
adjacent table to open the door. The taste of wafer
near the table made me big again, so that I could get
the key. Too big to fit through the door. I started to
cry with frustration, raining excess tears that flooded
the room. As the teardrops hit the floor, they each
expanded to massive quantities of water. The door,
hoping to avoid drowning, urged me to drink from the
bottle again. I downed the whole thing. That
immediately shrank me to smaller than the bottle. I
dropped inside the bottle, that was by then floating in
the flooded room. Currents swept the bottle, with me in
it, through the door's key hole into a stormy ocean
beyond, where I was splashed about by the stormy waves.

The waves splashed and bounced my bottle, eventually
filling it with enough water to sink it. Splashing
about, trying to keep my head above water, I feared I
might drown. Instead, I was washed up near a shoreline
by the surf. Wading through the breakers, I hastened to
join a crowd of colorful creatures dancing in a circle
around a dodo bird, who was perched on an outcrop above
the surf. The cycle of the breaking surf was such that
the dancing circle was splashed over by incoming
breakers, followed by the water receded until the next
wave. All were repeatedly submerged except the dodo,
who kept singing a catchy tune to help keep us dancing
around the circle.

We kept getting flooded by the incoming breakers. The
dodo promised that we would soon be dry if we kept
dancing around the circle. Silly dodo. Every time the
breakers hit, it rolled me and the other creatures for
a loop. Those creatures were gasping for air, dizzy,
and disoriented, but the dodo was fine. I remember
thinking at the time that the big bottomed dodo with
his humongous beak looked an dressed like Mister
Elliott, a retired old sea captain who wanders our
neighborhood telling everyone how they should do the
most ridiculous tasks that he wouldn't do himself. He
noticed my bare bottom when I tumbled in the surf.

With a developing erection between his legs, he urged
me to join him on his higher standing, it would help me
dry faster. I decided to leave his beach and walk out
of the water into the undergrowth beyond the beach
instead. I thought I saw the white rabbit go there.
"Wait, Mr. Rabbit."

I followed a pathway into a dense forest, but soon lost
sight of Mister Rabbit. I was still sopping wet,
needing a moment to dry, so I decided to slow down. At
a hollow log, surrounded by green bushes and trees, I
figured I was hidden enough to try to dry off. I
slipped out of my dress and petticoats. I draped the
clothes over a low tree branch to dry, and then sat
down on the log to wait for the clothes to dry. Quietly
enjoying the sun and the breeze on my bare skin, I felt
naughty but it felt good.

I thought about how I wished I were older with larger
breasts and shapely hips. Not yet. I had the body of a
young girl. I had no breast to speak of, just pink
nipples, stiffening in the breeze, and the tight, bare,
pudgy lips of a young girl's pee pee between my legs. I
was happy to have the obscure spot to dry. I stretched
out on my back on the log, closed my eyes, and tried to
imagine where I was. The warming sun felt restful. Then
I felt a tingling in my breasts and abdomen like
something was touching me.

No, I sensed that someone was watching. I opened my
eyes to be surprised. Two identical little round men
were standing next to the tree; both staring with happy
smiles. They were dressed in strange red and yellow
uniform outfits. It was too late to protect my modesty.
I blushed at their silent smiles. Their trousers bulged
in a way that telegraphed their aroused fascination
with my naked body. Labels on their shirts read
'Tweedle Dee' and 'Tweedle Dum'. They reminded me of a
two men I've seen in town who work in the factory. I
thought of them because they are always talking and
acting silly. When I sat up, they introduced themselves
with a little song and dance routine. I started to
stand, but they pleaded for me not to go. They would
tell me the story of the Walrus and the Carpenter. The
promise of a story caught my attention.

It was a silly, poetic recitation. The walrus and the
carpenter were walking along a beach, crossing from day
to night to day, searching for females to romance and
food to eat. When the carpenter suggested work to build
a place on the beach, the walrus tut-tutted the whole
idea. "Let us talk of other things. Let's talk of shoes
and ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings, of
why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have
wings." As he prattled they happened on a maid so
pretty and inviting, she looked a lot like me, except
that she was older, bustier, and had dark hair. Dressed
in a flower wrap, she looked enticing for the two
wanders as she sat in the sand waiting.

She offered her charms for a house on the beach and
some food to taste. The walrus continued to sing to her
about 'other things – shoes and ships and sealing wax -
of cabbages and kings – and why the sea is boiling hot
and whether pigs have wings' – while the carpenter
discovered a bed of oysters in the waters near her
shore. The carpenter quickly built a cabin above the
beach with a bedroom to rest the maid, a kitchen to
cook the oysters, and a dining room to eat the meal.

While the carpenter worked so fast and excitedly,
hoping to share the charms of the beach maid and the
meal of oysters, the walrus indulged himself. He took
advantage of the sensual charms of the pretty maid with
the promise of food, and then gorged himself on
oysters, sharing nary a one. Miffed at the slight, the
maid gather her wrap and walked away. When the hungry,
horny carpenter came from the kitchen he found the
empty oyster shells and the empty bedroom – and all
that was left was a happy walrus who burped and smiled,
his pants a mess of goo – signaling that no rewards
remained for the carpenter. Enraged, the carpenter
immediately chased after the walrus with his hammer on
high.

The story was entertaining, but made no sense. I read
the minds of Tweedle Dee and also Tweedle Dum. As they
provided their tales, they smiled so happily, their
pants bulging their excitement at the sight of at my
naked female body. They danced and sang and laid their
hands on me in hopes that I could share their hope for
frolick. The hands on my hips felt strange, but what
they offered scared me, and what they wanted I was not
ready to share. As they began to sing and dance to tell
another curious tale, I gathered my clothes, and walked
quickly away. They pleaded for me to stay, but as I
left I stated, "But I must find white rabbit!"

As I strolled I quickly donned my still drying my
clothes. I would have waited, but I needed distance
from the suggestive chubby little twins. After a bit of
a walk following a path thru the forest, the woods
opened to a small two story house. There I saw the
white rabbit at the window muttering about the time. As
I approached the front door, the white rabbit bumped
into me on his hurry to come out. Calling me Mary Anne,
he instructed me to go in for his gloves. I did not
know any Mary Anne. Mr. Rabbit vaguely reminded me of
someone I knew I had met, but I couldn't recall any
details.

I was curious about Mr. Rabbit, but I dashed upstairs
to look for his gloves. Not in the dresser drawers or
on the table. I was perplexed. In a small box near the
bed was a stash of cookies embossed with frosting that
read 'Eat Me'. I was hungry, so I indulged myself. Once
again I started growing, bigger and bigger. White
Rabbit had come back in the house to hurry the search
for his gloves, only to be pushed aside when my
expanding size pushed him down the stairs with one of
my enlarging feet. He slipped to the side of the living
room as my legs pushed through the front and side door.
Oh my. Not again!

My body occupied the whole house; my head pushed into
the rafters, and my feet sticking out in the yard. I
was able to push the second floor window shutters open
as I was getting myself oriented to how I was trapped
in the house. Then I realized that Mr. Rabbit, the size
of one of my hands, was himself trapped between my legs
in the living room. Starting to panic, he began pawing
at the fluffed open petals of my slit, a furry paw
repeatedly rubbing the clitoris nub. Ooh. That felt
wonderful. I sensed a heightening wave of pleasure as
he cried out, "Help, a monster is in my house."

I sensed a surge in dampness leaking from my loins.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Rabbit." I was enjoying the pawing.
"Oooh."

At this point he stopped pawing, turned to open the
window, and crawled outside. "Help, monster." The
building erotic sense of pleasure ebbed. The cool
breeze blowing between my legs gave me goosebumps.
White Rabbit, dashing about the yard yelling about the
monster, bumped into the Dodo bird walking up the path.
The dodo paused, took a puff from his pipe, then looked
in the living room window. "This monster looks like a
maid who washed up on the beach."

He climbed in the window, then pushed his hand into my
aroused, moist opening. I sucked in air at the delicate
feeling that reaching arm created in my open legs. A
minute later he was out, and to calm the excited white
rabbit, he offered to solve the problem by smoking the
monster out. Despite Mr. Rabbit's protests, Dodo
started gathering furniture and clocks and materials
from the yard to build a fire.

I couldn't let this happen. I sensed I needed to eat
something else to resize myself. I reached my arm out a
second story window for a carrot growing in the garden.
Mr. Rabbit tried to stop my raid of his garden, but I
won the tug of war. I then took a nibble. Once again, I
shrank. Withdrawing my feet back thru the house, I was
reduced smaller than before, to the size of Mr.
Rabbit's foot. I dashed from the house, past the dodo,
who was still building a fire. Mr. Rabbit, trying to
stop the dodo, ignored me, and looked at his pocket
watch. "I'm late. I'm late. No time to say goodbye.
Hello. I'm late." He hopped away down the path. I tried
to follow, but he was too big and fast.

After awhile I was tired and sensually distracted. My
bare pee pee pulsated with frustration, still aroused
from the actions by the rabbit and the dodo. I needed
to sit down and rub myself. I stopped in a flower
garden to start a pleasure massaging, trying to imagine
Mr. Rabbit exploring what I had between my legs. Before
I could do anything I heard voices. I was surrounded by
a garden full of female talking blossoms. They
explained the bread and butterflies and the rocking
horseflies buzzing through their shrubbery, then
introduced themselves. There were daisies and pretty
pansies and marigolds and daffodils.

Led by an aristocratic orchid and some regal roses,
they started singing as a community choir a lovely tune
about the flowers. I liked their music, and joined in
with my own vocal rendition. The faces and voices of
the flowers made me think of the ladies in the
community social club my Mother used to belong to. That
was until they started questioning what type of flower
I was. I told them I wasn't a flower, I was an Alice.
They had never heard of an Alice, so they decided I
must be a common weed. They didn't want to associate
with weeds, so they chased me away. They even dumped a
leaf full of water again, once again making me all wet.
It was good that the day was so pleasant, or I would
have gotten sick from being nearly drowned so often.

A little further along the trail I was attracted to the
inviting sounds of someone reciting the vowels echoing
from a clearing. "Ae – EE – Eye – Oh – U." There I
found a large caterpillar, bigger than me at the
moment, sitting on a portabella mushroom reciting
poetry while smoking a hallucinogenic pipe. I stopped
to sit on the next mushroom and listen to his poetry.

I pondered that maybe he could satisfy my uncompleted
sensual frustrations, but when he became aware of my
presence he got obnoxious, blowing smoke in my face
while asking, "Who – are – you?" He invited me to go
away when I explained. Then I protested that if I were
my normal size I would not be so easy to intimidate.
Morphing within a cloud of smoke, he transformed into a
butterfly before my eyes. Before he fluttered away, he
advised me how to control my size; that, "One side
would make me grow, the other side would make me
small." When I inquired about the side of what, I heard
'Mushroom' floating back on the breeze.

I broke off two piece of the mushroom I was sitting on,
one from each side, and nibbled on one. I suddenly
enlarged to as big as a tree. When I realized what had
happened, I took a bite of the other piece. That shrank
me to smaller than I had been before. Finally, I licked
the first piece again. I zoomed up to my right size.
Dropping those pieces of mushroom into my apron
pockets, I started walking the trail again, hoping to
find where Mr. Rabbit was going in such a hurry.
Following the trail for awhile, I stopped at a fork.
Posted signs and trails hinted I should go four
different directions plus up, down, and back. I was
confused.

As I stood perplexed, trying to figure a direction, a
soft sing-song voice wafted through the air. Then, up
on a branch appeared two eyes and a wide toothy grin.
Finally, the purple striped physique of a chessar cat
appeared. Smiling down on me, he offered advise on
where to find White Rabbit. He then contradicted his
first statements. Parts of him faded in and out of
sight. When I asked again which way I should go, he
disappeared from the branch. Parts of him reappeared on
the path in front of me. As he prattled, his fluffy
tail slid under the hem on my dress. I could feel a
furry body rubbing my legs the way that cats rub
against people. Lifting the skirt to see the cat, I
mutter, "Mr. Cat, what are you looking... oooh... that
feels nice."

I could sense him nuzzling within the slit of my pubic
mound. I heard purring. Then his tongue started licking
the nub. The waves of pleasurable sensation pulsated
through me. He then walked away behind me. "Don't stop
Mr. Cat. I liked that."

The Chessar Cat blinked out on the path, and reappeared
on another branch. As he continued to fade in and out
he suggested that if I wanted to know where to find
White Rabbit, I should ask the Mad Hatter to the left,
or the March Hare to the right. Then he disappeared.
Once again I was standing alone, confused, horny, and
frustrated. I dusted my skirt, then started walking.

A short trek down one of the paths brought me to a
noisy yard party in front of cute cottage. At a table
for twenty, I found the Mad Hatter, the March Hare, and
a little door mouse having a crazy party. At first they
tried to chase me off for being rude by coming to their
party without an invitation. Then they offered tea for
a new guest.

Finally, the two talkative and silly residents had me
join in with their 'Unbirthday Celebration." It seemed
like fun. It was my 'Unbirthday' also. They put a cake
in front of me with instructions to blow out the candle
and make a wish. When I did, the cake fired into the
air, then burst with a blaze of color like a holiday
skyrocket. These two were crazy, funny, and fun. I
liked them. I was still aroused from the naughty
contact earlier. Maybe these two might be able to
satisfy my continuing sexual frustration. When they
were pulling me around the table for a 'Shift Position'
musical chairs dance, I stumbled.

Rolling on the ground, I ended on my hand and knees
with my skirt flaired up over my waist. I paused to
catch my breath, giving the rest of the party a good
view of my bare bottom and the pink pubic lips between
my legs. The Hatter and the Hare both paused, saying to
each other that what I had was just the gift they
wanted for their Unbirthday.

Without hurrying to get up, I watched them looking at
me. They each opened their trousers. Two large, erect
shafts were suddenly in view to be hand rubbed. I
gasped. They looked way too big for me. I got up before
they could try to mount me from behind.

We exchanged silly comments for a few minutes.
Fascinated by the two erections I was seeing, I felt a
surge of desire for something like that, but I declined
to let them enter me with those. They were both too
big. I offered to let them rub my private parts, if
that would help. I took off my dress, put it aside,
then stood to give them a show. My tiny pink nipples
turned hard in the breeze and my pubic area longed for
physical contact.

At their suggestion, I bent over a chair where I
watched the Hatter grasped his manhood with one hand,
raising the other in the air. He giggled while rubbing
himself up and down. At the same time, with me bent
over, the Hare approached me from the back to explore
my bare bottom. I felt one hand on my buttocks cheek,
while fingers on the other hand slid between my legs.
Those fingers rubbing back and forth across my slit
made it difficult for me to stand, let alone focus on
the Hatter before me. I closed my eyes. The Hare's
finger slipped and slid within opening.

Sensational waves of uterus muscle spasms pulsed in my
loins as his fingers went deep inside me. Without
opening my eyes, I sensed the withdraw of his fingers.
He knelt between my legs. Instead of his finger, his
tongue probed me. I humped out my hips to meet his
pushing tongue. Just as I began hitting a pulsating
climax, the Hatter demanded a shift of players.

I was not finished. My insides continued to erupt as
the Hatter stepped between my legs. He started with one
hand massaging a nipple on one of my barely discernable
breasts, the other hand sliding fingers over my crack.
Urging me to close my eyes. I felt his finger start to
push inside me. It was a big finger. My body resisted,
and there was a sharp pain when he pushed through my
maiden head. It felt like I was being stuffed beyond
capacity.

I felt hands on both breasts. My eyes popped open, and
was about to object, but just then he pushed his hips
so that his manhood drove deep. It felt tight and
wonderful. "Oh my God." I burst with a pulsating
climax. Simultaneously, I felt his shaft filling me
with liquid. I was angry and happy at the same time.

White Rabbit appeared out of the forest just as we
dressed ourselves again and were preparing more tea and
cake. Reacting to the frantic rabbit waving his pocket
watch, Hatter took the watch, opened it, dunked it in
the tea, and said, "This is two days slow." With Hare
blocking Rabbit's effort to retrieve his watch, Hatter
proceeded to fix the watch by adding salt and sugar and
tea and jam.

When the watch started bouncing around, he smashed it
with a mallet. White Rabbit couldn't deal with the
madness any more. He muttered that he was late, and
hopped off down the path. I had enough myself. I put on
my dressed. "Mr. Rabbit, wait for me." I followed.
Looking back over my shoulder, I observed the Hare and
the Hatter sharing more tea and making themselves happy
with vigorous self abuse.

I lost sight of Mr. Rabbit. As I continued further into
the deep woods I began to grow weary of this whole trip
thru the silly sights of Wonderland. I was losing
interest in trying to follow the white rabbit, and
started wanting to go home. As I proceeded I
encountered all types of strange creatures, glasses
with legs, birds made out of umbrellas, ducks made of
squeeze horns, dogs made of shovels, and so on. It was
all so crazy and silly. I had seen so many strange
things and this was all a great fanciful adventure, but
I had a warm feeling in my belly for having
experimented with arousal. Now it was dark and I was
tired. Which way to go home?

A crescent moon suddenly illuminated the trail I was
on. Then that moon changed into the chessar cat again.
When I asked the cat for directions, he responded that
I should not go until I visit the queen, where the
White Rabbit had gone. Royalty? If that is where Mr.
Rabbit is, I would like to see. If there is a queen
reining over this enchanted wonderland, her royal
highness would be able to tell me how to get home. How
do I get there? The cat responded that some go left,
and some go right, but he prefers the short cut. He
opened a doorway through a tree that provided access to
the royal gardens.

I could see a brightly lit palace on a hill above the
dense green hedges I confronted when I went through the
portal. I began to rapidly follow the pathways between
the various rows of hedges, but those hedge walls were
formed to create a confusing labyrinth maze, a supreme
puzzle to someone with a map of the gardens, but an
impossible maze for a visitor exploring it for the
first time. I repeatedly followed twisting pathways to
dead ends and trails that doubled back to where I had
already been. I slowed my rush, and was ready to stop
to cry, when I heard singing. It was a choir of three
male voices singing, "We're painting the roses red.
We're painting the roses red."

The singing was nearby, and I found pathways cutting
through the hedges that led me directly into a rose
garden. There I met three soldiers, with bodies from
individual cards from a deck of cards, the Ace, Duce,
and Three of Clubs, each armed with a spear. They were
busily splashing red paint on the white blossoms of a
series of tall rose bushes. When I inquired why were
they painting the flowers, they nearly panicked. They
had planted white roses by mistake. The queen was the
Queen of Hearts, and as such expected all her blossoms
to be red.

She was irrational and quick to anger. If she found out
the roses were white, then they all would lose their
heads. When I heard that, I empathized with the three
card soldiers. "In that case, I'd like to help." I
picked up a paint brush, began splashing paint on the
roses. I joined the chorus to sing "we're painting the
roses red. Or we will lose our heads. They can't be
white, they must be red, so we're painting the roses
red."

Suddenly, our merry singing and painting was
interrupted by the blare of royal trumpets announcing
the approach of her royal highness, preceded by the
marching formations of several hundred playing card
soldiers. The military formations marched in precise
columns that arrived in the rose garden. Once there,
they took up positions to honor the royal arrival. As
they approached, the four of us quickly stashed the
paint supplies, then stretched out prostate on the
ground as required subservience to her highness's
appearance. Abruptly, White Rabbit step forward with a
scroll to officially announce the arrival of her royal
highness, the Queen of Hearts. He added as a soft
spoken after thought, "Oh, and also the King."

The large robust Queen walked up from among her
guardian cards, accompanied by her mousy, pint sized
king. She stopped and bellowed, "Silence." She looked
at the rose bushes, where the fresh paint was dripping
from the blossoms. She had an instant angry expression
combined with a reddened face of rage. She stomped up
to the rose bush, ran a finger across one of the
painted flowers, then bellowed, "Who has tampered with
the royal flowers. For this offense, someone will lose
his head."

The three cards hurriedly attempted to justify their
actions, blaming each other. Their defensive pleadings
were cut short with a royal scream, "Silence. Off with
their heads." In a moment guardian cards were hauling
the three cards away to their fate. I feared a similar
outcome, when the cute little King timidly asked what I
was. I gulped, in anticipation. However, the Queen's
bellicose manner softened. "Why, this is a girl." Then,
before I could react, she told the King, "You should
confirm it." She proceded to inspect the rest of the
garden.

A small tent was quickly set up next to me, and while
the Queen was busy, the King led me into the tent.
There he had me stand before him. "Well, my dear, I
need to confirm that you are a girl." I nodded
agreement, responding, "Yes, your highness."

He directed me to raise my skirt. I blushed and
swallowed. I raised my skirt to my waist. With a wry
little smile, he said, "You look like a girl." He asked
me to spread my legs a little. He reached out to place
his hand between my legs. The unanticipated fingers
slipping within the lips of my vagina felt ticklish,
but caused an escalation in sensual arousal. I tried to
avoid reacting. "You feel like a girl." He moved a
stepping stool in front of me. The pint-sized king
stepped up on the stool so that our bodies were at the
same level. With my arm holding my skirt to my waist, I
watched him open the fly to his pants and pulled out
his small erection. With one hand on my hip, he used
his other hand to guide the small stiff manhood into my
opening.

Finding his proper pathway, he used both hands on my
hips to push himself as deeply inside me as he could
go. My vagina resisted temporarily, but having just
done this with the Hatter, my pussy was pleasantly
accommodating this further contact. A little shaky on
my feet, I smiled while continuing to hold my dress to
my waist. I stared down at the top of his head. He used
his mouth to nibble at my excited nipples through the
fabric of my dress. I moaned a little "Oh my!"

He pumped his hips into me. It felt so wonderful, this
royal penetration, that I soon began pulsating my
vaginal muscles to grip and release his manhood as he
began squirting inside me. After a few minutes his
royal penis soften. He withdrew from me. He
straightened himself, got down from the stool, and
signaled me to let my skirt down. "Yes, your highness."
I felt as if he stopped too soon for me. I lowered my
dress. We exited the tent, where he told the garden
crowd. "I confirm that she is a girl."

The Queen, returning from her inspection of the garden,
mumbled, "Good to know. Who are you, little lady?" She
smiled down at me. "Do not try to flirt with the king.
You must curtsy when you speak. Open your mouth to
speak. Where are you from? Where are you going?"

"I am lost," I said cautiously, "I am trying to find my
way home."

"Your way?" The Queen's temper started to flare. "Why
must it be your way? This is not your way." I stammered
to try to apologize. The Queen reversed attitude again.
She smiled, and asked, "Do you play croquet?"

When I agreed, the assembly of soldier cards shifted
positions in a frenzied manner, setting up a croquet
field with soldier cards setting themselves in position
as the loops for the balls to go through. The Queen
grabbed a croquet mallet, a living, laughing, colorful
stork. She hammered the ball, a round fat little furry
creature that went rolling before it could be hit. The
soldier card loops quickly adjusted their set positions
so that the rolling creature ball went through to give
the Queen a good score. One soldier card loop missed
his readjustment. An enraged Queen had him hauled away
to lose his head.

For me the game was more difficult. Those silly stork-
mallets wrestled with me, and caused a great deal of
havoc. Anyway, the game continued for a few more turns,
when the chessar cat began appearing and disappearing
from the Queen's shoulder and back. Finally, the cat
grabbed the neck of the Queen's stork-mallet during her
back swing, hooked it's beak to the hem of her skirt.
The forward swing flipped the Queen upside down. An
abruptly furious Queen began screaming. "Someone will
lose their head for this." As she got herself together
again, I tried to explain about the cat, but she would
have none of that. "You did this. You will lose your
head."

The mousy little king interceded, asking for a trial
first. Just a little trial.

It was a silly trial, with nonsensical procedures and
witness testimonies, followed immediately by a guilty
verdict and an execution sentence from the Queen. About
this time I grew weary of the ridiculous trial. I
pulled the mushroom pieces from my apron pockets, and
took a nibble. I immediately grew to a height five
times larger than anyone else. I began scolding the
Queen, the soldier cards, the White Rabbit, and all of
the other ridiculous life forms in the court. I
continued on even though the growth effect suddenly
reversed, reducing me back to proper size.

Before the Queen could react with new angry orders
against me, I pushed my way through the soldier cards,
and began to run. I ran wildly through the hedge mazes
closely followed by the Queen and her soldiers. I ran
through the forests, passing all the silly animals. I
passed the dodo as he was leaving Mr. Rabbit's house,
and rushed across the Mad Hatter's table where I fell
into a large cup of tea.

The tea became the ocean that nearly drowned me when I
first started. With so many closing in on me from
behind, and nearly drowning again, I knew I was in
trouble. Ahead was the talking door, and I pleaded with
it for help to get out. It responded that I already was
outside, that I should look through the keyhole.

There I was, asleep under the tree. Behind me was the
Queen with her soldiers highlighted by a flashing,
spinning sky.

"Alice. Wake up. Alice." I opened my eyes to see mother
shaking my arm. "You missed a most of your history
lesson."

My eyes fluttered open. I lay for a minute, mumbling.
"I had such a strange dream."

"Well, it's getting late," She turned to put her books
and blankets and things in her basket, "We need to be
getting home."

I sensed a heightening erotic warm fuzzy wetness
between my legs. Underneath my skirt my kitten Dinah
was purring, snuggled up to my loins, using her two
front paws to alternately press and draw back from my
pubic mound. She was happily suckling on the clitoris
nub and licking juices that were oozing out. I liked
the feeling, but blushed with embarrassment. I picked
up Dinah and adjusted my hemline before Mother could
notice.

END
3 comments

Azazel and XianReport

2013-05-03 16:53:32
Yeah, I meant at the beginning that it wasn't my story I found it on another site and shared it but yeah...

anonymous readerReport

2013-05-03 14:17:37
I think you should have let the mad hatter and the march hare double bang her. Butt and pussy at the same time. Same with Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum. Maybe the White Rabbit should have had his shot at bonin' her too. Nice idea anyway. Thanks for sharin' it with us.

anonymous readerReport

2013-05-01 07:14:52
Interesting take on a classic tail. I sort of wish you would have just explained the major parts "left out of the story" instead of recounting a mildly sexual account of the Disney movie.

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