Alice! XXX by Terrance Foxxe
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Chapter I
Down Rabbit’s Hole!
Alice was bored silly.
Her sister, the straight-laced Jane, an older sister, never one to do anything remotely fun, was so engrossed in whatever she happened to be reading at the time, sitting near the bank of the Patchy River, Alice wanted to scream anything and everything at the top of her lungs just to break the monotony.
Alice had no interest in books, no interest at all. Books were nothing more than words on paper. The thick book her sister was reading most definitely wasn’t the novel of the moment. No illustrated dust jacket for visual interest, and from what she could tell (after taking a peek) of the book’s contents: small type, no pictures, no indication of any dialogue whatsoever. In other words, no fun.
For sure the book her sister had stuck to the end of her nose was old. Jane liked old books. Thick, boring, very old books. Alice was sure there was no sex anywhere within the text. Not even a clever innuendo. Her sister wasn’t interested in such fun things as action, adventure, or (God forbid!) sex. Jane, simply put, was a prude.
No sex? What good was reading that book, or any book like that in the first place? To crack the book’s spine herself and actually weave her way from paragraph to paragraph, page to page, would have killed her on the spot. Deader than old snot on a hot sidewalk. Anyway, that’s how she felt.
What to do . . . what to do . . .
Alice hadn’t a clue. Life was meant to be lived, not placed behind glass or studied through books. That’s what she thought, and she thought she was right.
Alice sighed, loudly. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair like they were a comb, probably messing the strands rather than straightening them.
It didn’t matter. Not even her recent birthday mattered if her life wasn’t her own, and it wasn’t. The thumb of her family still pushed down upon her head like a tack in a cork board.
She had just turned eighteen, for pity’s sake! She should be out on her own, living life as it was meant to be lived! Instead she was sitting on a patch of grass by a shallow muddy river, doing absolutely nothing worthwhile whatsoever. Completely, insufferably, totally bored out of her goddamn freaking mind.
The bright green grass invited her to sit and pick a few strands, and then tie them into knots of various complexities. Ten minutes later a few fragrant flowers caught her attention, and without their soft white petals, lost to a game of “he loves me, he loves me not,” she took a few frustrating minutes to stare at the blank blue sky. Not a cloud to be seen. Again, Alice sighed, loudly.
It was then a short but incredibly nasty thought crossed her naughty young mind. A dirty little thought about where her hand could stray. She explored the thought to its fullest.
She could sit with her knees drawn to her chest just so, or maybe not. Arrange her ankle-length dress just so, and with one hand in full sight, the other could be working its way past her plain white panties. She could have a mischievous finger drawing circles around her tiny yet needy clit, stick one or two fingers up her wet horny pussy hole, and maybe, if she was really feeling the salt in the wound, jamb a digit up her tight little butt pucker and wiggle it around.
A thought, just a thought, yet a nasty dirty thought that undoubtedly punched her ticket for parts unknown.
Alice slowly brought her knees up. She arranged her pretty flowered summer frock with a little difficulty, not wanting to be discovered playing with herself, either by her sister or anyone else who might happen by; and with one hand in plain sight, she snuck the other around the back of her slim thigh, and pulled her panty’s crotch elastic up and to the side.
It wasn’t what she would call a perfect arrangement, but she found her itchy little clit desiring to be scratched, and her hot slit steamy wet.
Once again Alice found heaven between her coltish legs, but it wasn’t enough. Her asshole burned in a way she knew could only mean as jam it, ram it, cram a finger up her snug smooth poop chute.
Alice slowly, carefully, worked at herself with all four fingers, staring at her other hand undeniably not bored. Not bored one teensy-weensy bit.
A quick glance her sister’s way told her she might get the chance to work herself into a quick cum. Not a creamy gush of cunt juice like she would have relished, but a nice little shudder or two, or possibly three, before her sister got fed up with their present locale and want to walk home, bad old book glued to big pointy nose the whole way.
Footsteps nearby added to her naughty girl fun, but what purposefully walked by on the path—though the what was also a who, it most certainly was also a what—unquestionably put a halt to her enthusiastic self-exploration.
It, the who, the what, was a young woman of sorts. A young woman much like herself, but not like herself at all.
Alice roughly popped the one finger out of her asshole, reluctantly pulled the other two out of her moist slit, and used the clitoris-flicking fourth to flip her plain white undies back into place almost at the same time.
The girl in question wore blocky men’s hiking boots. Absolutely atrocious, to be sure. She also wore fluorescent green socks inside them nasty black shit-kickers, and above them, dress pants. Men’s dark-blue dress pants of the pinstripe persuasion. Both pant legs had been cuffed (actually rolled up several times) to accommodate the girl’s short legs.
Her upper half was covered by a frilly light-pink blouse fastened tight top to bottom. Over that an old fashioned black Waistcoat, held together in front by two large black buttons; and the Waistcoat had tails, like a formal tux has tails. Also, a bright blue bow tie for her frilly light-pink blouse.
Though the girl most certainly was a fashion disaster, she also had the longest set of white rabbit ears seemingly growing out of either side of her head, surrounded by a luxurious halo of snow-white hair bobbed short. Long, wide, furry white bunny ears. The ears twitched this way and that, moving as if they were real and had minds of their own.
The rabbit . . . or girl . . . really both at the same time . . . stopped in the middle of the path, and tugged at a thick gold chain draped between buttonhole and pocket. Out of her coat pocket came a watch of such size it couldn’t have possibly fit inside a pocket short of something that might be part of a giant’s Waistcoat. The ponderous watch took two hands just to hold properly.
The bunny girl looked at the massive watch and said, “If I don’t get my hot narrow ass moving, I’m going to be late!”
The bunny girl then stuffed the impossibly huge watch back into her coat pocket without any indication whatsoever of a bulge, and tripped over her own feet.
Must have been the boots.
Although she threw a dainty hand out to catch herself, the bunny girl still hit the ground face first with a muted thump! Her long white ears splayed out on either side of her white coifed head, limp as cooked noodles.
Alice jumped to her feet, wiped her damp hand on the skirt portion of her dress, and ran to the girl’s side. She said, “That was a terrible fall. Are you okay?”
One ear weakly lifted itself off the ground and twitched her way, almost like it had a set of eyes tucked somewhere deep inside.
Alice could hear the bunny girl mumble something; then slowly, carefully, Alice squatted and rolled her over.
The bunny girl grabbed Alice, and using her as leverage, slowly sat up. She let go and shakily ran both hands over her face, clearing the dirt, and opened her eyes. Alice stood ramrod straight, staring down into the prettiest, pinkest set of eyes she had never ever seen before. Great big beautiful pink orbs set just right on either side of a perky cute nose. Eyes she instantly became enthralled with.
“I said I was fine,” the bunny girl said, staring up into Alice’s bright blue peepers. “Thank you.”
Both fuzzy ears snapped to full attention, and then one furry ear flopped halfway down from the tip or halfway up from the base, depending. The bunny girl smiled a sweet shy smile, and Alice saw perfectly shaped lips. Not thin, not thick, but a wonderful hue of red, and two perfectly aligned rows of small white teeth behind them.
The floppy furry ear flicked itself upright again, the other scanned this way and that, and then it took a turn at flopping halfway down from the tip or halfway up from the base, depending. A fleshy pale pink comprised the insides of both ears.
“Aren’t you going to help me to my feet?” the pretty pink-eyed bunny girl asked, extending her hands.
“My name is Rabbit,” she added, “in case you were wondering.”
That’s when Alice started and said, “Of course it is. Certainly. Rabbit. ‘Rabbit’ what?” And bent to help Rabbit to her feet.
Rabbit’s hands were small yet strong, warm yet soft. Tapered fingers, ending with perfectly manicured pink nails.
“Just Rabbit.”
“You said you were going to be late?” Alice asked, trying to make up for her earlier rudeness with some simple conversation. Plus, she really wanted to know her. That is, know more than her name.
Rabbit made it to her feet. Alice helped brush some of the clinging vegetation off, feeling under Rabbit’s Waistcoat and blouse two small perky breasts. She could also feel a blush rising, spreading across her cheeks.
“I think we got it all,” Alice said, trying to take her mind off of what she felt, yet, wondering what Rabbit’s breasts looked like, wondering what they would feel like in her hands, wondering what they would taste like.
“Yep,” Rabbit said, bending slightly, giving both pant legs a good shake. “Things to do, and never enough time. It seems like I’m always late. But, since I never have to be anywhere at any particular time anyway, it doesn’t matter, not really, what time I arrive.”
“That almost makes sense,” Alice said. “Where are you going?”
“It does, doesn’t it? I’m going home. Want to come with me, hot stuff?”
“Go with you? To your house?”
“Ears and whiskers, girl, that’s what I said. It’ll be fun. Oh, and I’ll get you home sooner or later. Don’t worry about that. What’s your name, by the way?”
“I forgot to introduce myself.”
“That you did.”
“My name is Alice.”
“Alice, you looked bored to tears when I rushed past earlier. Sorry, I couldn’t help noticing.”
“My sister with her book, and me with nothing to do.”
“I like books about as much as I like hungry foxes. Are you ready? After all, if we don’t get a move on, we’ll be late.”
Alice, looking into Rabbit’s wonderful pink eyes, mentally debated whether to go home and be completely bored out of her skull some more, or go with Rabbit. She would be in big trouble when she got home, of course, but trouble would only find her grounded to her room for a few days or a week at the most.
“You lead the way,” Alice finally said. “Where exactly do you live?”
“Down that hole, sweet stuff,” Rabbit replied. “I like holes.”
Rabbit winked, turned slightly, and held her small finger out. She was pointing at a nearby hedge, and toward the base of the bushy hedge, in the ground, almost hidden behind a tall clump of crabgrass, was a small rabbit hole.
“I’m not going to fit,” Alice said, knowing what she said was true.
“Yes you will,” Rabbit replied, giving Alice a bright unconcerned smile. “The hole gets bigger as we get closer, or we get smaller as we get closer. I forget which. Maybe both at the same time. We’ll fit. Snug as a bug in a hug on a rug.”
With that Rabbit grabbed her by the hand and yanked her toward the hole.
The surprising thing, the hole became bigger the closer Alice got to it. Either the hole was growing or she was shrinking, or both were happening at the same time, just like Rabbit said! When Rabbit got onto her hands and knees to crawl in, Alice did the same and followed.
The hole was dark yet dry, and not really dusty at all. Rabbit must have stopped because Alice suddenly found her face firmly up against Rabbit’s tight, perky little tushie. Properly goosed by Alice’s nose, Rabbit giggled and then continued. Alice smelled carrots and said so.
“Sorry,” Rabbit said. “I got a little excited there with your nose up my butt and tooted. A little toot, though. Silent. Rabbits are prone to do that when unexpectedly probed from and up the behind.”
Alice said nothing more, not really knowing what to say, but continued to crawl behind Rabbit until the ground sloped and dropped out from underneath her.
“Oh!” Alice exclaimed, tumbling head over heels.
“Don’t worry about a thing,” Rabbit said from somewhere below. “That first step is rough, to be sure. We’ll be falling for a while, so relax and enjoy the ride.”
Alice tumbled until her dress caught the air and ballooned around her like a parachute would upon opening. She thought the slight breeze billowing around her pussy and ass felt delicious. In fact, all that air began to make her a tad horny.
She looked down and saw; yes, she could finally see a little bit thanks to the occasional iron sconce affixed here and there to the richly paneled walls of Rabbit’s hole; Rabbit was slightly below her, and was definitely looking up her dress with a wide cheesy grin. Alice consciously opened her legs, just a little. If Rabbit wanted a peek, she would give her one.
“The lighting improves the deeper we get,” Rabbit finally said, sticking the tip of her tongue out to rest on her lower lip.
The lighting did indeed improve, and Alice saw tables hanging midair, with small shaded lamps on them. There were also shelves built in with all kinds of different whatnots on them, and large paintings of what she believed to be pornography on the walls. Well, it certainly looked like pornography to her.
“Is that what I think that is?” Alice asked, pointing to one particularly detailed depiction of a man with his own long, fat hard penis firmly in both hands. Rabbit kicked up, slowing her descent, and squinted closer.
“I call that one Atlas Jacking Off,” Rabbit replied. “Do be careful about how close you get to the paintings. They behave rather badly at times. No manners at all. Too much grab and grope.”
Alice didn’t really hear that last part. She wanted to get a closer look at Atlas’s dork.
She had never really seen one up close, that large and definitely in charge. The little pictures in the soft-core girly magazines her father kept under his mattress didn’t cut it, because those dicks were never really anything to be proud of, in her opinion. Not long, fat, or hard.
Big honking cock! she thought, rudely staring at the plump knob Atlas seemed to be polishing. I can see the hole in the tip. A large drop of moisture seemed to have gathered there.
Gently down Rabbit’s hole she went, and closer to the wall she came.
Another painting below Atlas Jacking Off had two men side-by-side, facing the wrong direction, bending over. She couldn’t help but stare at and up between their ass cheeks, at their hairy little butt puckers. Their big sacked balls drooped below their cheeks, and their large tools hung straight down like a much smaller third leg between their other two. Alice thought it all rather hot.
“What the?” she said when the back of her dress lifted up over her head. She looked up and saw a hand from one of the paintings, grasping the fabric. Atlas’s hand. She stopped her descent and slowly tumbled toward another naughty painting.
One hand became two, four, and then eight, that quickly. Then her pretty flowered summer dress was off, fluttering past Rabbit, who made no attempt whatsoever to catch it. Rough strong hands turned her around and around until her panties and bra followed her dress, and her wide open legs pointed in the wrong directions, knees to chest.
Rabbit, a look of mock surprise on her face said, “I can’t do a thing to help you, you know.”
Alice was still sliding down the hole, albeit slowly, and the paintings were sliding down the wall with her!
Leering faces with tongues sticking out between pursed lips frightened her. Strong hands clasped her arms and legs, and they seemed to be turning her every which way but loose.
A man’s handsome face neared and latched onto her lips with his, forcing his hot hard tongue into her mouth, plunging it in and out.
A frightened Alice thought she liked these kisses, though she never had kisses like his before. She thought she liked them because they were nasty. He let go, and his hot hard tongue was quickly replaced by his hot hard cock!
Her eyes felt like they were crossing in her effort to see what was what. Her lips felt stretched out into a big “O” as the thick meat pumped in deeper and deeper, sliding across her tongue, against her palate, forcing her to breathe through her nose in-between strokes. Little squeals of shame and desperation (a little excitement in the mix, too) followed the shaft’s ascent.
Strong arms and rough hands spread her legs wide, and then wider still, and she could feel fingers, two fat wet fingers, slide up her asshole. Deep up her ass, and it hurt, but (she had to admit to herself) in a good way.
Three wet fingers slid up her cunt, uncomfortably yet deliciously stretching her out, and the pussy juice flowed.
Mouths latched onto her nipples, sucking them into rock-hard pellets.
Her initial surprise was soon replaced by the urge to suck the thick dick-stick in her mouth, and suck it hard with each rise before it plunged into her mouth again. For some reason it tasted good. Damned good. Better than she ever thought possible.
Alice felt the fingers up her cunt retreat, only to be replaced by a hunk of fat hard meat she had only dreamt of until this day.
It spread her pussy lips wide, and then as it pushed deeper up her tube, it forced her little lips to tug over her clit in such a way she moaned from somewhere deep inside, mouth full of meat or not.
She closed her eyes. Her first dick felt wonderful, plunging into her slippery box with abandon.
Another fat hard cock forced its way up her ass, making her little pucker scream for mercy, which it didn’t get.
Alice opened her eyes and saw more meat crowded around her. As each hole was being piss-pounded and plugged into submission, she reached up and grasped two big dicks and started jacking them off, pulling them toward her with each long stroke.
The first dick pulled out of her mouth, her tongue chasing after it, and a thick stream of hot sticky cum blasted out of the tip to wash her face. She pulled another hard rod into her mouth and started sucking it with all of her might. She wanted more, and modesty-be-damned she was going to have more.
She felt that cock give up its load, which she swallowed, and brought the third big dick over and choked it down.
She could feel a hot gush of something up her ass, and then the dick retreated, only to be replaced by another hard stick. The pressure she felt inside her bowels, the tingles of pain around her widening hole only fueled her lust.
Alice chanced a quick glance toward Rabbit. It looked to her like Rabbit had both hands stuffed down the front of her trousers, furiously frigging herself to beat all hell.
Alice closed her eyes again and let horny meat slap her, squirt on her and into her. Dick after dick rode into her holes like an old fashioned cavalry charge. Alice rode orgasm after orgasm, certain her horse led the way.
Then, one by one, with one last ball-draining spurt, the men in the paintings were leaving her. Her tired mouth was hers again. Her cunt full of spunk but little else. Her ravaged asshole shrank back to its previous and accustomed size, and Alice couldn’t help but to breathe a sigh of relief and contentment as her feet finally touched the ground.
Trying to stay on her feet wasn’t easy. Her shaky legs collapsed, and down she went.
Rabbit landed softly beside her with a smile, pretty pink eyes wide, and said, “Wow that was steamy! Your first time?”
Alice didn’t think she could talk, not yet, and worked her tired jaw back and forth. Her hairbrush had been worked over quite a few times, late at night, and once she took a fat cucumber out of the pantry and tried to drill both holes with it, but it had hurt a little and she stopped, afraid. Afraid she would have drawn blood, and then have to admit to her father her folly. Feeling like she did now, she wished she would have ignored the pain and reamed herself silly with whatever she happened to have had handy at the time.
Sticky sperm began to vanish from all over her body, and Alice could imagine the many wads shot up her butt and cunt, vanishing. At least she hoped so. She asked Rabbit about it, and Rabbit told her that was the way things were. Nothing ever lasted longer than necessary, but not necessarily became nothing. Alice didn’t want to know.
“May I have my things?” she asked Rabbit.
Rabbit gathered them and passed them over. Alice stood, which wasn’t as easy as she thought, slipped on her panties but left her bra off, thinking about her tender sucked-silly nipples. She dropped it next to a table and slowly slid her soft cotton, flowered summer dress over her slim shoulders.
“Do all the paintings here come to life?” Alice asked, using the table for support. If anything, Rabbit only grinned harder.
“Baby girl,” Rabbit said, “I never know what’s going to happen. That’s why it’s so much fun here. Sit tight, I need to speak with the door.”
Speak with the door? Alice didn’t know what to think, so didn’t try. Rabbit walked down a long hallway lit by a neat row of overhead lamps spaced about ten feet apart.
Alice arranged her dress and decided to look around, but not too close to the still-leering paintings adorning the walls. She wasn’t ready for round two.
Rabbit’s rabbit hole was lushly furnished, with lots of little things to look at. Books with strange titles filled shelves or rested on tables, ornamental doodads were scattered about willy-nilly, and colorful whatnots stuffed various cubbies. On one table she found a small silver-embellished wooden box, and opened the box to find two neat rows of tiny yellow sugar cookies. Thank God for small favors. She picked one cookie up, sniffed it, and popped it into her mouth.
An explosion of different and delicious flavors washed over her tongue as she chewed. Lemon pudding first, orange juice second. Then it tasted like little squares of chocolate toffee. And if that wasn’t enough, turkey with all the proper fixings, and pumpkin pie topped with whipped cream for dessert! It was if the cookies were heaven sent.
Alice was about to eat another of the extraordinary cookies, wondering what flavors it held, when she began to feel strange. A hot sensation washed through her abused body from head to toe and back again, and settled just above her worn slit. Her tired clit sprang to life and felt like it was ready to pop.
It hurt in front, really hurt, and when she reached down to hold her panty covered kootchie, an odd lump seemed to respond to her touch and painfully grow large, and then larger still.
Rabbit was nowhere to be seen, and the ache was too much for Alice to bear. She bolted down the hallway as fast as she could, considering.
It wasn’t long before Alice spotted Rabbit in front of a round wooden door, arguing with it about why it should open. Though Alice thought it rude to interrupt . . .
“Rabbit! I ate a cookie and it was so delicious, and then a pain started above my pussy hole and when I reached down a lump was there and it grew in my hand, and it hurts something awful and I don’t know what to do!”
Rabbit turned around. Alice, who was hunched over with both hands holding her crotch through her dress, had to look up. Rabbit giggled, shaking an ample rubber dork at her. It had two heads, one on either end, the color of red.
“Pull your panties off, girl,” Rabbit replied to her plea. “Give that big dong some room to grow and some air to breathe.”
“Room?” Alice said, confused. “Air?”
“Special cookies do special things. That particular cookie gave you a man’s thingee, and from the sound of it, it’s big. Ooh, let me see it. Come on, whip it out. I want to see your big hard dick.”
Alice yanked the front of her dress up; then pulled the front of her panties down past her knees. Smack dab above her pussy hole was an enormous hunk of man meat, with a large set of balls below the shaft. It practically boinged out into the air, and Alice could feel every throbbing inch.
Rabbit reached down before Alice could say or do anything and gave it a hard squeeze. Alice closed her eyes and moaned over how good that squeeze felt. A jolt of pleasure shot straight up to her bellybutton.
“I was negotiating with the door,” Rabbit said, gently stroking Alice’s new man meat, “using my double-headed dildo. She won’t open for me. I’ve never seen her so pigheaded before. Since the hallway has vanished, I think you’ll do nicely.”
Alice looked behind her, and indeed the hallway was gone. She now occupied a small room with the door and Rabbit, with nowhere to go but through the door, and that was closed, apparently locked, and the door didn’t want to open. It was being stubborn. Home, now, was out of the question, but home wasn’t foremost on her mind.
Rabbit yanked her dick, and then yanked her over in front of the massive wooden door by her dick. Alice couldn’t help but think she had been reduced to the function of a pull toy. Fit her with roller skates and drag her around.
“It’s the only way out,” Rabbit said.
She pushed Alice against the door, and against a pretty woman seemingly carved out of the same wood as the door.
Rabbit held onto Alice’s recent addition and said, “She may look like wood, but she’s very pliable. It’s all pink on the inside. Go on, give it to her the way you always wanted it given to you. Like you had it given to you. Fuck her. Fuck her hard.”
The door, or more to the point the woman in and on it, looked to Rabbit, and then back at Alice.
“Oh come on, you two,” Rabbit said. “Don’t be shy with each other. I want to watch.”
Rabbit started rubbing the door’s slit with the head of her new dick, and damned if it didn’t feel better than she’d never hoped. Smooth. Hot. Like running her hand across folds of crushed velvet. Blood seemed to rush out of her one head in favor of her new, smaller head.
Alice plunged her cock into the door’s pussy hole, feeling the incredible warmth wash down and around the full shaft. She started out nice, gently working her cock in and out, long-stroking it. Yet it wasn’t a minute later she was slamming it in, pounding the door as she had been pounded earlier, enjoying the friction and feel of a hot wet cunt wrapped around her fat hard dick. Her toes dug into the small room’s carpet for leverage.
“I feel . . . powerful,” Alice whispered. She plunged her tongue into the door’s mouth and started mashing the door’s tits in her hands, stopping now and again to flick the door’s nipples with her index fingers. The door wrapped her arms around Alice’s neck and began to whimper.
“Not good enough,” Alice said, more to herself than to Rabbit or the door. She backed away from the door’s needy grasp, grabbed the door’s legs and pinned them on either side of the door’s chest. With that done Alice started using every inch to slam into the door’s tight slippery box with all her might. “I’ll fuck you. Give me that hot little pussy.”
Alice could hear the door grunt with each testicle-slapping thrust.
Rabbit got down beside them both and shoved one end of the red rubber dildo up the door’s ass. The added pressure against her cock with each one of Rabbit’s quick strokes, made Alice want to ram her dick harder, so that’s what she did.
The door screamed something about being fucked harder, which Alice didn’t think possible, when it unlocked and opened just a crack, and Alice shot her first nut-draining wad along with the door’s clam-clenching orgasmic lurch. It felt like her toes were curling with each spurt of spunk.
Alice pulled back, her dick popped out of the door’s sweet box, and a jet of hot white fluid drenched the door’s tummy. Some fell on Rabbit’s upturned face, which Rabbit licked up, and Alice watched another jet rise past her own chest before it arced down.
Only the end of her dick didn’t stop shooting spunk after five or six spurts. It kept gushing white fluid, and kept gushing, and Alice was so deep within her first male orgasm, her balls wouldn’t or couldn’t shut down!
Chapter II
The Pool of Cum
“My God!” cried Alice. “Won’t it ever stop?”
By then her spunk was ankle deep, and the weight of it shut the door she had fucked so goddamn hard to open.
Of course, she thought as the lock slid into place.
Alice dropped to her knees and put both hands around her pulsing dick stick, trying desperately to throttle it into submission. Yet each undulation meant more white semen spurted in whatever direction she happened to be pointing.
“Open, damn it!” Rabbit screamed at the door, and the door tried to open, it really did, grunting with the effort, but Alice’s mess was getting deeper with each tick of the clock. Eventually the door, the woman as the door, gave up trying to open itself and migrated up past the door’s frame, into the ceiling’s rich wood paneling. There she stayed, looking down, horrified and fascinated at the same time.
“It’s not a good thing when the door gives up and heads for high ground,” Rabbit said.
“It won’t stop!” Alice shouted. “Nothing I do will make it stop!”
Alice covered her long stiff spout to no avail. Her spunk gushing warmly into and out of her hand by the quart. She looked to Rabbit for help, but Rabbit was busy. Rabbit had made the door her priority, twisting the lock with one hand, desperately pulling the handle with the other. By then Alice’s mess was almost waist deep and quickly getting deeper. Her head felt weightless.
“Rabbit!” Alice wailed. “I can’t stand! Help me to my feet or I’ll drown!”
Rabbit abandoned the door and was instantly at her side.
Rabbit said nothing, but did her best to help Alice to her feet. Alice, once up, did her best to stay on her feet. Her balls felt as if they had been sucked into her chest, and she would have to push on her boobs to relocate both overworked orbs back down into their proper positions.
The door screamed a few choice expletives at them both and flipped them the bird.
“And I wanted some excitement,” Rabbit remarked.
Alice could feel Rabbit’s small perfect hands around her thick stick, squeezing, but that only seemed to excite the damned thing all the more. Alice begged her to stop.
“My feet are gone,” Alice finally said. “My waist is gone. It’s still shooting, and we’ll both die if it doesn’t stop.”
Alice was sure her pussy was gone too, and she would never ever see it again. It had been sucked up and out her newest acquisition, along with her asshole.
The fluid from her still-hard and spurting cock was up to Rabbit’s neck.
“I’m sorry, Rabbit,” Alice whispered into Rabbit’s ear. Both girls were holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it, because Alice was sure they did. She couldn’t stand on her own, not any more. Her legs felt icy cold, her rigid dick still felt red hot. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re going to hang on to me, Alice,” Rabbit said through gritted teeth. “You have to stay on your feet.”
There was a muted pop, and then a loud bang! The door’s frame cracked, and finally gave way. Her overabundant dick juice slid out of the now open door, seemingly a tidal wave, and they were being dragged along.
The last Alice saw of Rabbit she was tumbling ass-over-ears out the broken door, and Alice wasn’t faring much better. The only consolation to her horrible predicament, it was a bright sunny day. Hardly a cloud in the sky.
A field mouse the size of a barn rat swam by, saying something about cats and gnats, and baseball bats not being able to fly, wishing it could. It also said something about a boat. A rowboat. It wished it had one, and didn’t care about an oar.
Two fat white swans paddled by. Several more little critters who had been unfortunate enough to become swamped by her pool of milky man juice braved the waves on little boards. Each had something to say, none of it nice, and Alice was sure all of them were angry at her, though none mentioned her by name, simply because they didn’t know it was her mess they were surviving. Though they did say hello as they passed, as not to appear rude.
Alice couldn’t see Rabbit anywhere, and finally her own head vanished beneath the waves of white fluid she had discharged.
The waves finally dissipated, the cum slowly vanished, and Alice, just before she passed out from exhaustion, having spent the last half hour (if not more) in an orgasmic panic, saw Rabbit kneeling beside her, frantically twisting her nipples this way and that like she was dialing Radio Free Europe.
Her dreams were such as penises might dream at night. Dark, wet, throbbing warm dreams.
Alice finally woke, not sure how much time had passed. She gingerly lifted her head and saw only the top of her little pink slit between her legs. No fat long cock, no big ball sack. The salty tingly feeling between her legs was gone. Frankly, she felt like warmed-over shit.
“Finally,” Rabbit said from somewhere behind her. “I don’t know if twisting your nipples shut it down, or the cookie ultimately wore off. Still I can say I never saw anything like that before. It must be because you are new, or you are you. I’m not sure which is true.”
“I didn’t mean for that to happen,” Alice sheepishly replied, sitting up. She noticed she was naked, her dress stretched across a nearby bush, drying. She didn’t have the strength to do more than wish it on.
“Well, Alice,” Rabbit said, “your first time as a woman, and with a man’s pecker. Which was better?”
“I’m sorry, Rabbit. I was hungry. I felt as I would die without something to eat. I must be more careful.”
Rabbit chuckled. “No real harm done. The meat cream vanished, the door fixed herself—healed herself, really—and nobody drowned. They just got a trifle sticky, and you managed a little something to eat. I did go back for the cookies. I think they’ll be safer in my pocket. I also have a carrot in my pocket, if you want it. It won’t do anything to you, in case you were wondering. It will simply taste good and build up your strength.”
“Yes, please.”
Rabbit sat behind her, and gently pulled her head down until it resided in Rabbit’s lap. Rabbit’s pretty pink eyes stared deeply into her eyes for a long moment; then Rabbit extracted a carrot from the same pocket the watch was in and fed her a small bite.
It was simply the best carrot Alice ever tasted, all sweet and chewy and such. Though Rabbit said nothing would happen to her, she lifted her head and glanced a second look between her legs. She also reached down to give herself a quick feel.
“See?” Rabbit said. “Nothing growing anywhere. Another bite?”
“Please.”
Rabbit took a bite, chewed it a moment, and then leaned over. Alice reached up and took it from Rabbit’s mouth with her own, wiggling her tongue to get each moist chunk. They shared the entire carrot mouth to mouth, and then Rabbit kissed her deeply; lovingly. The warmth Alice felt spreading through her soul was beyond words.
“Touch me,” Alice said, needing to feel Rabbit’s hands on her body.
Rabbit reached out and caressed her chest, mashing and tugging at her tits, and Alice heard a slight moan escape her lips. She had fantasized about men pulling at her nipples, and women sucking her nipples, playing with herself late at night or early in the morning, but this was different. What Rabbit was doing felt like love, and she wanted what love Rabbit offered.
“Open your blouse,” she told Rabbit. “Open it. Please.”
Rabbit loosened the buttons of her Waistcoat and her blouse, letting the ends of her bright blue bow tie hang from her collar. Alice reached up and lifted Rabbit’s small but firm breasts in her hands, and then pulled. She wanted them in her mouth. Rabbit leaned in and let her suck and lick each nipple.
The little nuggets turned rock hard in her mouth and she sucked them both, one at a time, and then both together, eagerly licking everywhere else in-between. They tasted so good. Hot and sweet against her tongue.
“Take your coat off,” Alice directed Rabbit.
Rabbit did more than take her coat off. She let her blouse fall to one side; then rolled over and stood.
“You want it,” Rabbit said, “you’re going to get it all, nasty little girl.”
Alice watched Rabbit unbuckle and drop her pants. She had no panties on, and her little bald slit, dripping wet, seemed to wink as Rabbit walked over and positioned herself backward, over her head. Alice gazed past Rabbit’s firm thighs, right up Rabbit’s tight little bubble-butt. Her peach-colored slit needing to be sucked on. Rabbit bent over just a little more, and Alice stared into her pretty pink eyes.
“Eat my fuck box,” Rabbit ordered. “I feel like some fine dining myself.”
Rabbit squatted, her pussy blooming like a Morning Glory in the bright sun. Then she fell onto her hands and knees.
Alice stared up into Rabbit’s hot little pussy hole, and felt her own box being probed. She pulled Rabbit onto her face and pushed her tongue deep into Rabbit’s tight bald cunt, tasting delicious juice.
She licked Rabbit’s slit from top to bottom, and after staring at it for some time, thinking so many naughty thoughts, Alice drilled her tongue into Rabbit’s asshole, rimming Rabbit out good. Rabbit, in turn, was doing much the same with her hot wet box and asshole.
This went on for some time, and each enjoyed more than one cum.
Pussy juice dribbled past her ears, and Rabbit’s lovely long ears slowly caressed her legs. She could feel them slide across or gently slap her thighs. Soft, warm, loving fuzzy strokes across her thighs.
Rabbit’s toy, the red rubber cock she had diddled the door with, tweaked Alice’s imagination. She pushed Rabbit to one side, who didn’t want to stop licking her silly. Alice fiddled around in Rabbit’s coat pocket (which was amazingly deep, but seemingly well organized) until she found exactly what it was she wanted. She pulled Rabbit back into position over her face, and inserted her prize deep up Rabbit’s twat.
Rabbit squealed as the fat, red rubber dong slid in, and Alice took that as her motivation and began to fuck Rabbit silly. Hard and fast, making every inch count. More than one finger found its way up Rabbit’s other hole.
“That feels so good,” Rabbit moaned. “Fold it. Do both holes. Pound it up my ass.”
Alice pulled the dildo out, folded the long rubber rod up, and then inserted both ends into Rabbit’s holes at the same time (one end per hole), which wasn’t easy. Both holes became exceptionally tight, but Alice persevered.
Alice worked both halves in and out at the same time, watching the soft flesh around each hole stretch, and then tuck itself in with each thrust.
Two fingers up her own cunt became three, became four, and then Rabbit’s whole hand began to inch its way inside.
Her ass was getting more than one finger too, she was sure. There had to be three or more, and they were ruthlessly slamming into her lower bowel. If there was any pain associated with this ass fuck she didn’t notice, nor would she have cared.
“Fuck me,” Rabbit pleaded.
“Fuck her faster,” a strange voice said, making Alice start. Rabbit must not have heard, because she kept enthusiastically probing her nether regions, deeper and deeper.
Alice looked up past Rabbit’s thigh and saw a smile. Just a smile, hovering in a nearby tree. A tall oak tree.
“Why did you stop?” Rabbit panted.
“There’s a smile in that tree,” Alice replied.
“Are there eyes above the smile?” Rabbit asked.
“No.”
“Keep pushing.”
Alice found it hard to comply. Rabbit seductively wiggled her hot bubble butt, inviting Alice to do more damage, but the sexually charged spell had been broken, at least for her. She pulled the rubber stick out of Rabbit’s holes and gently pushed Rabbit to one side. The smile faded as if it hadn’t been there in the first place.
“The smile is gone,” Alice said.
Rabbit rolled around to sit, facing her, pink eyes wide.
“I heard a voice,” Alice said. “It wanted me to fuck you faster. Then I saw a smile, but it’s gone. I never saw eyes.”
“Chesha Cat,” Rabbit countered. “A nosy bitch from the word go. She would do anything, go anywhere, to get her jollies on. She’s nasty, too.”
“Chesha Cat? I have a cat at home, but she has a fuzzy face with a furry body attached to her smile. And the only time she really smiles is in the backyard, smelling the weeds along the fence line. Then she smiles a wide smile, like what I saw by that tree.”
“Your cat is seeking scents when it grins like that,” Rabbit said, her ears panning back and forth. “Chesha-kitty, she’s simply enjoying herself by being nosy. You hear that, cunt? You’re sticking your perky orange nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“Like your twitchy little nose belongs between her legs?” the voice asked. It, the voice, had a lilt to it, like the words enjoyed flowing over the tongue that spoke them. A very sexy voice. “The hedgehog by the roots of this tree has worked himself over at least three times in the past half hour, and now he’s too tired to stroke himself with any real enthusiasm. He’ll chafe if he keeps going. Not enough lube.”
Both of Rabbit’s ears tuned to the exact spot where Alice had seen the smile, yet nothing was there. But, by the tree’s roots, Alice saw a little fat hedgehog, little red dong in hand, certainly embarrassed over being discovered.
He cleared his throat, formally begged all their pardons, and then he flipped over and ambled over to his hole, letting himself in the small wooden door, shutting it behind him. Alice heard the inside lock turn, but also saw the door’s peephole slide open. The little pervert.
“You should be thankful his wife wasn’t home today,” the disembodied voice said. “She probably would have drenched you both with a little bucket of very cold water.”
“Oh go fuck yourself,” Rabbit said.
“I do,” said the sensuous voice, “as often as possible. Though I can’t seem to find my sweet little honeypot today. Perhaps I left it with my tail?”
Rabbit tossed Alice her dress, pulled on her own pants, and then buttoned her blouse and tied her ugly bow tie. Alice slid her dress on, remarkably dry and very soft, but left her panties on the ground by her feet. They, too, seemed to be somewhat counterproductive.
“And who is this sweet little morsel?” the voice asked.
“Her name is Alice,” Rabbit said.
“Pleased to meet you?” Alice added.
“If you could see me,” Chesha Cat said, “you would be pleased.”
“Chesha,” Rabbit said, “leave. Get lost. Bugger off.”
“Aren’t we a bitchy bunny,” Chesha said, though Alice still couldn’t see a thing. “I’m not sorry I interrupted. I got caught up in the special moment. Rabbit doesn’t just let anyone play with her yummy sweet goodies. You must be a special girl, Alice. For a human.”
“Thank you,” Alice replied. She wasn’t sure if she had been complemented, insulted, or a little of both at the same time.
“Naive little minx,” Chesha replied. “I can see why you’re hot to trot with this little filly, Rabbit.”
Chesha’s mouth and nose appeared out of nowhere and smiled, sucking at the air at the same time. “She smells like a virgin, but from what I’ve seen she’s talented. Where are you going?”
“Wherever we end up,” Rabbit replied.
“Wherever you go,” Chesha said, “I’m sure you’ll be late.”
Rabbit once again produced the massive watch out of her coat pocket, looked at it eyes wide; then put it back. She grabbed Alice by the arm, pulled her into the woods, following a well-worn trail.
“Chesha’s right about one thing, Alice. We’re late.”
“Too much fun in the sun!” Chesha proclaimed behind them.
They walked quickly for some time. The woods got dense, dark, and spooky. Trees grew in twisted shapes, with roots on them that looked as if they had once pulled themselves out of the ground and walked the earth, before replanting themselves in a treasured or comfortable spot. Rabbit slowed more than once to swivel an ear or two.
Finally Rabbit stopped, ears twisting this way and that. Alice slid up to her and waited.
“What is it?” Alice eventually whispered.
“Either Chesha is still around, or we have new company.”
That was when Alice felt a very soft something slide up her leg. She yelped, jumping to one side, but nothing was there when she looked.
“I felt a hand or something,” she said, “sliding up the inside of my thigh.”
Rabbit’s nose twitched. “Ghosts. I can smell ghosts.”
“Ghosts?” Alice asked. “They have a smell?”
“They smell like old dust and rose petals. They won’t harm you, but they like to play naughty. Nothing better to do, most of the time. Phantoms, however, are dangerous. They don’t play nice and can drain the life out of you. Fuck you to death. Kill you deader than dead.”
Alice felt many, many hands now, rubbing up and down her everywhere and everything. Her nipples stretched to meet the many caresses, and she opened her legs to them simply because it felt good.
Rabbit must have been getting the same treatment, because she was now slowly swaying back and forth, ears droopy and eyes closed, softly moaning her pleasure.
“I always liked these woods,” Rabbit said breathlessly. “They pass through your clothes and make a girl feel yummy in the tummy, and everywhere in-between.”
Alice sighed and closed her eyes. Because she had left her panties by the tree, probably a souvenir of the fat little hedgehog, craftily stashed from the fat little hedgehog’s wife, something he could and probably would sniff later, her pussy was wide open and sticky wet. An easy target for all the ghostly adventurers.
“They go for the sweet spots,” Rabbit said, bending over, spreading her ass cheeks. “Right to where it counts the most.”
Soon Alice was on her hands and knees, ass up just as high as she could get it, legs wide. It seemed like the right thing to do at the right time. A quick glance had Rabbit now on her back, knees to armpits. Alice shuddered.
Rabbit could be heard grunting softly, and before any real time had passed Alice discovered why. It felt like she was being dicked, hard, by a swollen hunk of ghostly meat. She could picture herself, ass in the air, her hole wide open, nothing holding it that way, allowing anyone nearby to see her pretty pink insides.
The ghostly cock pushed deep into her belly, passing through her flesh, sending hot flashes to her clit, and chills up and down her spine. She opened her mouth to speak to Rabbit, and an invisible schlong slipped past her teeth and straight down her throat, yet she didn’t feel the urge to gag and she could breathe.
Ghostly balls slapped her chin.
“Alice!” Rabbit shouted. “Mmmph! Ungh! Oghooo . . .”
Alice wanted to respond, but couldn’t. It felt too good.
“Phantoms! Alice, we’ll turn into phantoms ourselves if we don’t—mmmpht . . . Stop it! Get up! Stand up!”
Alice was getting dorked up both holes now, and down her throat, and definitely had something long and hard between her swinging tits. And with nothing solid to grab in front of her, she wasn’t sure what to do.
In the meantime Rabbit was still on her back, struggling against the invisible forces, holding her down. She looked like a beached turtle left to die, arms and legs flailing.
Sit! was Alice’s next thought, and with a great deal of difficulty she forced her hands to push back, and at the same time forced her ass down. Both ghostly sticks slid out of her backside. She shook her head back and forth to dislodge the face fucker and stood.
“I’m here, Rabbit!”
Rabbit reached up and grabbed her outstretched hand, and Alice pulled with all her might. Rabbit popped to her feet like a cork out of a bottle of champagne.
Together, hand-in-hand, they ran down the trail. They ran for what seemed like a mile before a clearing presented itself. A nice field of long grasses and brightly colored flowers. Birds and bees could be heard, going about their businesses. Rabbit stopped to catch her breath, and Alice, winded herself, sat to catch hers.
Rabbit sat too. She said, “Thanks. We would have died for sure.”
Alice said, “It felt good. Didn’t it?”
“It sure did, for a while, but if we had stayed longer they would have drained us of our lives. We would have been turned into phantoms. Forever trapped in those woods, never to escape. I don’t want to be an eternal sex toy, though it is an interesting thought to think.”
Alice looked around and said, “Are we in any danger here?”
Rabbit laughed, “Where we are is safe enough. But, it doesn’t matter where you go, Alice, danger is everywhere. The human world is full of dangers, so too is this world. It’s how you carry yourself, the knowledge gained from first-hand experience, heeding good advice from others who may know more.”
The words Rabbit spoke were good, and Alice took them to heart.
“Thank you, Rabbit,” Alice said. She reached out and hugged the beautiful little bunny girl, long white ears included, with all her love.
Rabbit pushed her back, studied her eyes for a moment, and then leaned in to kiss her. Alice accepted Rabbit’s lips and tongue. Together they remained in each other’s arms.
“My word,” a voice, Chesha’s voice, said. “Don’t you two ever stop?
“We’re resting,” Alice replied. “I needed to catch my breath.”
“You’re certainly not going to catch it with Rabbit’s tongue down your throat,” Chesha sarcastically said.
“You’re just being catty,” Rabbit said.
“You’re really not treating her right,” Chesha said. “You’ve almost gotten the poor girl killed. Twice? Three times now? I suppose it hasn’t occurred to you how tired she might be, or how hungry she might be. One magic cookie and a shared carrot isn’t going to hold her forever.”
“And what do you suggest?” Rabbit asked, obviously faking a smile.
“Here’s a thought,” Chesha said. “Rabbit stew.”
Both of Rabbit’s ears snapped to attention.
“That’s enough!” Rabbit barked. “Obviously you’re following us, so you might as well come along. Nobody likes a know-it-all showoff.”
“You think I’m following you?” Chesha countered. “Well, perhaps I am. Someone has to keep the two of you out of trouble.”
Chesha Cat’s sly smile floated above them both. Then Alice could see a set of kitty green eyes. One winked at her.
A perky nose appeared, and then a pretty face to back the first three items.
A gentle poop sound, and Chesha, Alice noted, was an extremely attractive girl who appeared to have cat’s ears, a short wild mane of bright pinkish-orange hair, and velvety striated orange fur running the entire length of her human-shaped body, much like a peach has fuzz.
She had big boobs, too. Well, the top two were as big as her own. She had a smaller set of boobs under those, much like Rabbit’s, only a tad smaller. Alice marveled over them, all four of them.
Chesha’s flat muscled tummy was almost white in color. Almost, because down each side there were stripes of lighter shades of orange, alternating with slightly darker shades of orange, and the stripes led down between her legs, pointing to her slit like a traffic sign.
Chesha also had fuzzy clawed feet, and Alice noticed, fuzzy clawed hands.
The pretty kitty slowly, seductively, with a very naughty smile, pushed her hips forward. Her long lean legs keeping perfect balance.
What impressed Alice the most, was Chesha’s kitty-cat tail. It was thick and long, and lazily worked its orange fuzzy way over Chesha’s shoulder, and the tip waved at her.
“Damn,” Alice said, mostly to herself.
“I think I astounded her, Rabbit,” Chesha said. “She certainly has impressed me with her antics. Her willingness toward the adventure is a rare commodity. I love her smell, too. So sweet.”
“Nasty cat,” Rabbit said. She then asked if there was any place close by where they could eat a proper meal, and possibly share a room?
“Who’s being nasty now?” Chesha said. Alice was sure she didn’t expect a reply.
“Over there,” Chesha replied, pointing down the trail, “a short walk. We can eat in our room. They have good food, too. Marcia is the town’s name. Did you forget it was there?”
“Chesha,” Rabbit said, jumping to her feet. “That’s the perfect place for her first night. Safe, with friendly folks.”
“Marcia?” Alice asked.
“You’ll love it there,” Rabbit said. “A nice town if there ever was one. They have soft, very large beds. Room for three.”
Rabbit helped her to her feet. Chesha’s tail tried to sneak its way up her dress from the front, and Alice shooed it away. Then she felt it slink its way up her dress from behind, sliding up the inside of her thigh, tickling the flesh it found, and Chesha, when she looked, seemed to be leering. Alice let the kitty’s tail rub her hot sticky cunny a few times.
“Would you leave the poor girl alone for now?” Rabbit asked Chesha.
The soft furry tail left her slit alone. Chesha brought the tip of it over and sniffed it.
“Yummy,” she purred.
“Come on!” Rabbit shouted, and together the three young ladies went up hill and down dale.
“One thing though,” Chesha said when the first rooftop presented itself on the horizon, “there seems to be some kind of political event or something, tonight or tomorrow night, I’m not sure. We should be able to find a room, with luck.”
Both Alice and Rabbit said, “Huh?”
Chapter III
The Caucus Race, and a Little Tail