White Rabbits and Red Queens

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It was an unseasonably warm Spring day, so Alice decided to take her journal and write in the garden. She eschewed bench by the fountain and walked to the far edge where the garden petered out and a hedgerow began. Not exactly a wild wood, but as close as she would get in Oxford. She sat among the roots of an old oak and leaned against the rough bark.

It was quieter here away from her siblings. Yet, she had trouble concentrating and found herself watching the clouds, daydreaming. Thinking about Prince Leopold. Yes, a real live prince. One who was now at Oxford. She sighed and settled back against the tree trunk lost in a daydream of princes and queens, knights and dragons.

Before she knew it, her eyes were closed. She wasn't exactly asleep, she could still hear the rustle of leaves and birdsong, she could smell the earth and grass, feel the rough bark of the tree and the solid ground beneath her.

But when she heard the loud crack of a twig, she jumped as if she had been in a sound sleep. Perhaps she had been asleep after all. Her journal and pencil had flown from her grip. She got on hands and knees to look for her pencil. Her mother would scold her for acting like a child and dirtying her dress. She was a young woman and should comport herself properly.

"Ah-ha!" She found the errant pencil and picked up her journal. She dusted off her knees and bottom. Another sound behind her startled her once more. She spun around ready to berate whichever sibling had decided to try and sneak up her her, only to see. No, it couldn't be. She must still be asleep. She blinked in astonishment.
 
What the fetching young blue eyed beauty beheld was a man, though…even then she couldn’t rightfully call him a man, considering he had two large, white rabbit ears protruding from his head and a little pink nosed that seemed to twitch, to scent the warm summer breeze. Yet he was not the furry little bunny one might expect to meet at the edge of the garden or along a country hedgerow. He was strangely attired for a white rabbit as he wore a top hat and rather fancy looking suit and carried a gentleman’s walking stick like any country gentleman would. It was hard to determine his age, after all he was a white rabbit, and won could never be assure of a rabbits age just by looking at him, even if he was attired as a gentleman.

SNAP

His ears perked, his nose lifted to the light summer breeze and twitched. A slow smile bowed his lips as he lowered his head again and listened to make sure he had not been mistaken. He nonchalantly continued into the open field the warm summer breeze ruffling his fur. Yet discretion being the better part of valor he stayed close to the edge of the hedgerow and woods.

SNAP

Again the subtitle snap of a twig and his nose twitched rapidly and his smile broadened as his nostrils where filled with the most intoxicating fragrance. His heart was beating faster now at the thoughts of the chase. Dare he steal a glance, or should he just bolt? In a moment the decision was made and he bolted, her firm supple body pinned to a tree.

“And who are you Young Miss?”

He let his eyes rove over this creature who had been stalking him. His fingers running through her silken tresses as he let them drip from his finger like liquid gold. His nose pressed to the hollow of her neck just below her dainty shell ear, as he savored her fragrance his whiskers brushing her soft silken skin. The girl’s heart was fluttering like a captured little bird.


“I asked you who you are!”

His voice was soft yet demanding as if he was use to giving commands and expected to be obeyed. His cane slipped under the helm of her skirt and slowly inched it higher on her sculptured legs, little butterfly kisses floated down her neck to the scented valley that lay between her heaving breasts.
 
Alice was still blinking trying to make sense of what she saw when the rabbit, nearly as tall as a man had backed her against the tree trunk. He smelled of violets with something muskier underneath it all. Which shouldn't have surprised her since he was, after all, a rabbit.

She was shocked out of her puzzlement by his boldness in stroking her hair, and bolder still he sniffed at her. His whiskers tickled her neck. She pushed ineffectually at him. The rabbit was stronger than he looked. She tried to slap his hands--his paws? they were a combination of both, his nails were clawlike. Whatever they were, she tried to slap them away. But he was kissing her neck and getting terribly close to her bosom, small though it was. His muzzle was so soft. She was beginning to relax. This was a dream after all, because she knew rabbits didn't wear waistcoats and carry walking sticks.

But then,

The rabbit's walking stick was creeping up her leg, raising her skirts and ... and ... touching her knee. The brazen thing.

She smacked his cane away. "I'm Alice and I thank you to keep your hands and everything else away from me." This time she was able to push him back a few paces.
 
"I'm Alice and I thank you to keep your hands and everything else away from me."

The young beauty’s fiery spirit intrigued him, the righteous indignation as she spoke. Her trembling, supple form pinned to the tree where she stood. His smile broadened as the stunning young creatures squirmed in his grasp.

Alice smacked his cane away, momentarily stopping it in its indecent exploration of her gorgeous young body. The stunning young golden beauty was able to push him back a few paces. He raised his head and his eyes held hers when she tugged her skirt down. He gave her knuckles a soft rap with his cane.

“Don’t do that again Alice.”

His voice was a soft sensual whisper that caressed her mind. Yet in its soft sensual embrace there was the note of authority, and authority that demanded obedience. Again the White Rabbit pressed his body to Alice’s, his lips boldly caressed the soft silken skin of her heaving breasts, her soft sensual and sweetly intoxicating fragrance filled his nostrils. His cane lifted Alice’s skirt ever higher till the lazy summer breeze kissed her Persian bloomers.

That devilish cane slowly, intimately, slide the length of her sweet moist delicate folds, that mere scrap of lace, and cotton her only protection from his sensually and seductive assault on her chaste innocence. His eyes lifted to hers; again his gold flecked dark hazel eyes gazed deeply into the cool azure blue depth of hers as if he could see her soul laid bare to him. His mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss, a kiss to curl her toes.

“Alice remove your frock like a good girl.”

The White Rabbit words were soft, seductive, his voice felt as much as it was heard. A dark call for the innocent young beauty to surrender to his will.
 
"OW!" Alice massaged her knuckles. "You ... you ... beast!" Although at that moment she thought he sounded very much like her old schoolmaster from her younger days.

"Rapping my knuckles as if I were the one in the wrong." She frowned a moment. Could one really feel pain in a dream? The rabbit's cane seemed real enough.

The rabbit's fur was so soft, his muzzle was like velvet. She wanted to stroke and pet him like she did her beloved kitten. His butterfly kisses made her sigh. When he kissed her lips ... a kiss like none other. A kiss that made her forget all the fumblings with the gardener's son. A kiss that made her crave more.

“Alice, remove your frock like a good girl.”

She blinked. His kiss made her literally see stars. But his request ... That forced sense back into her. "How are you, sir! I do not know what sort of girl you think I am, but I will not remove my dress. Whatever can you be thinking?" It took every bit of her willpower not to beg him to kiss her again. When he was close to her it was like a drug. She pushed him again and tried to slip past him so she could run away.
 
"OW…..You ... you ... beast!"

Alice fumed as she massaged her knuckles as her fiery young spirit flared, as she chastised him.

"Rapping my knuckles as if I were the one in the wrong."

The White Rabbit savored the way that Alice melted to his sensually seductive kiss. He loved the confused and shocked look in those stunningly expressive azure blue eyes as his lips parted from hers and demanded that this gorgeous young creature remove her frock.

"How dare you, sir! I do not know what sort of girl you think I am, but I will not remove my dress. Whatever can you be thinking?"

Such sweet pious indignation, Alice’s skin taking on the most adorable shade of pink, his only answer was his mouth crushing to hers again his again, his tongue inviting her shy little pink tongue to dance with his again. While he let his scandalous, sensually, and seductive kiss deepened and lingered the White Rabbit continued his most intimate assault on Alice’s innocence, the smooth polished shaft of his cane caressed her sweet delicate folds. The sweet fragrance of Alice’s arousal hung heavy in the summer air, her soft blue eyes smoldered with desire, and he knew this innocent young Miss was his.

Suddenly Alice’s cheeks flamed crimsoned as she fumbled her hands pushing against his muscular chest, yet this time he did not step back from her or break that darkly seductive kiss. A worried look clouded her smoldering blue eyes.


His lips slide from hers clinging to Alice’s until the last possible moment leaving the young golden innocent wanting. He turned Alice in his arms, his large paws cupping her firm young breasts, thumbs rolling her rose bud nipples under their pads through the thin material of her frock until they were as hard as pebbles. The girl’s breathe now coming in short little gasps, which turned to soft breathy moans. His hands slid down the sensual curve of her torso, the bow of her corset’s fell open under his nimble fingers, the laces seductively whispered to Alice surrender as he drew them out from each eyelet until all that held the garment to her, where her own hands. He turned the stunning young beauty to face him then stepped back.
 
The rabbit's kisses left Alice weak-kneed and panting. And before she knew it, he had somehow removed her dress and unlaced her corset. She stood shamefaced trying to hide herself wondering how she could be standing near the hedgerow practically naked before a man-sized rabbit in a waistcoat. It must be a dream. It must.

She had had dreams of being naked in church, in the classroom. If it was in fact a dream, than wasn't the best option to simply let it run its course until she awoke? That didn't make her any less embarrassed by the situation.

She confronted the rabbit in her chemise and bloomers holding her corset to shield herself from his hungry eyes.

Her breathing was rapid whether from arousal or anger, even she couldn't tell for she knew little of the ways of men and women. She looked to her left and right deciding which way she should run. She tried to smile to disarm him and then made a dash for it.
 
Rabbit’s nosed twitched, his dark eyes’ piercing gaze holding Alice’s soft wide eyes seemed to smile with impish glee at the bright crimson blush that kissed the golden haired beauty’s cheeks. Her dainty hands trembling as she clutched her frock to her heaving bosom. This shameful creature seemed pleased as the girl’s scrape of a frock slide slowly down the sensual curves of her torso to pool around Alice’s trim ankles. Rabbit could not help but notice how adorable young Alice looked as stood there in nothing but her chemise, and Parisian bloomers holding her corset clutched to her chest to shield herself from his hungry eyes. Alice’s breathing was rapid, her firm young breasts were straining to be free of the corset that Alice clutched to her. Rabbit’s nose twitched sensually as the growing scent of the young honey blonde beauty’s arousal filled his nostrils.

Rabbit could not help but smile at the confused look in this stunning young creatures soft blue eyes, the growing sent of arousal her mingled with the seductive fragrance of her innocence that so enticed him. There was a faraway dreamy look in those soft azure blue eyes as if the girl believed that this was nothing more than a dream. It was at that moment of indecision that Rabbit’s pawed hand reached out to relieve Alice of her corset. It was at that moment, with his cane pressed to Alice’s virgin folds, that her stunning blue eyes snapped into focus, a charming little coquettish smiled bowed her moist ripe lips and then Alice bolted, leaving Rabbit holding her corset in his hand.

He was pleasantly surprised when rather than bolting for the meadow and country house in the distance, this alluring honey blonde young beauty had bolted for the hedgerow. Rabbit could not believe his luck for Alice had chosen the least likely course to escape his amorous advances. On one hand Alice would be entangled in the hedgerow unable to avoid his dark sexual plans for her. Yet if he was really lucky Alice would find his rabbit hole in her headlong flight from him, tumble down it, and into the underground labyrinth that was his world where this innocent young beauty would be confronted by any number of amorous adventures. He knew that once Alice had tumbled down s rabbit hole in what would seem like an eternity she fall to be confronted with her first choice, eat me and drink me. They would literally determine what her first carnal adventure would be. No matter her choice, it would be he that reap the benefits.

Luck was with him as Alice landed with a thud at the bottom of the Rabbit hole where she was confronted with a small decretive table that one might find in any fine country home. Upon that dainty table there was a plate under a glass dome, perhaps a bit of cheese by the looks of it, and a small cut crystal bottle with a crystal stopper. By the glass dome was a tag in a delicate script that read Eat Me and by the crystal bottle in that same delicate script read Drink Me. Each in their own right was a powerful aphrodisiac, and each if consumed would open a sensual experience for the young virgin.

The White Rabbit smiled as he too bolted down the rabbit hole, Alice’s corset gripped in his hand. His smile only deepened as he saw the stunning young beauty by the little table, with an irresistible temptation laid before her. His nose twitched as he anticipated which of her sweet charms he would enjoy first. He was, to a lesser degree, a gentleman Rabbit, after all he was not forcing her, and the choice was hers, even if she had only two.
 
Alice ran from the Rabbit. Her plan was to make for the hedgerow and circle back to the meadow and from thence the house. She feared that on open ground the rabbit would catch her easily.

But she tripped over a root and feel headlong down a hole. She seemed to fall for a very long time, which only helped confirm that this was all some strange dream. She was in a rather large hole, but it was decorated like a little house. She stood and straightened her (under)clothes. She saw the plate with the small morsel of cheese that said "eat me," and next to it the delicate cut glass bottle that said "drink me."

Could this be the rabbit's home? But her brain was foggy from her fall and the bit of cheese and the bottle seemed so very tempting. The cheese seemed rather meager, but the bottle was so pretty. And she was thirsty. So very thirsty the more she thought about it. Perhaps a sip and then she could look for a way out of hole.

She unstoppered the bottle and sniffed it. It smelled ... lovely. But she couldn't define what sort of beverage it might be. She sniffed it again, more of an inhalation this time. Then without thinking she drank it down.

A flush went through her that was exhilarating. Her body quivered with excitement. Her heart pounded. She wanted to sing and dance and take off all her clothes and swim naked. Swept up in sweet rapture she did indeed begin dancing and singing, but stopped abruptly when she realized the rabbit was leaning against the wall watching every move.

Her hair had come undone and was a tumble of curls over her shoulders. Her face flushed, eyes sparkling, chest heaving from her exertions. Rather than being afraid or affronted by the rabbit, she was now very happy to see him. She felt a euphoria for the whole world and all the creatures in it. She wanted to pet his muzzle and feel the tickle of his whiskers on her skin. She stepped closer to him feeling bolder than she ever had before.
 
The White Rabbit had followed Alice down the rabbit hole, watched her long fall from the world that see knew. Yet this was just a symbolic fall for the golden blue eyed beauty, her true fall lay just in front of her now, a subtle temptation in two innocent forms, one that proclaimed Eat Me as it posed as a little piece of blue cheese. The other was a softer temptation that sensually called to Alice Drink Me. The White Rabbit was as still as the tomb as he waited and watched from the deep shadows of his warren. He watched as the young innocent stood there only in her shift and Persian bloomers, as each vied for Alice’s attention. He smiled as Alice’s delicate hand hovered above the glass dome and the bit of cheese. The tip of the stunning young beauty’s little pink tongue slid over the plump bow of Alice’s moist ripe lips. Slowly the girl’s soft shimmering blue eyes shifted to the cut crystal bottle, her delicate hand following the path those stunningly expressive azure blue eyes took.

Alice pulled the glass stopper from the dainty cut crystal bottle, lifted it to her glisten ripe lips, hesitated a moment. The White Rabbit held his breath eager to see if Alice would drink the shimmering contents. Then with Alice’s apparent hesitation passed, Alice fell to the temptation of the pretty little bottle and drank the bottle’s contents. It took just moments for the powerful aphrodisiac to begin to take effect. An exhilarating flush flashed through every fiber of her gorgeous young beauty’s body. He could see the young innocent quivered with excitement. Alice’s heart pounded, her life force throbbing just under her silken skin in the little hallow where her delicate slender neck and shoulder met. Alice was swept up in a sweet rapture and suddenly her hips swayed to music only she could hear. Alice’s feet began to move as she started to dance and she began to sing as well, a soft haunting song of desire, of need. A most wicked smile now bowed the White Rabbit’s lips. Alice stopped abruptly when she realized the he was watching her as he stood at the edge of her lighted world leaning against the wall, intently watching every move this gorgeous young creature made.

Alice’s golden hair had come undone and was a tumble of spun gold curls that sensually hung over her bared shoulders. Her face flushed, eyes sparkling, and her breasts straining against her shift and threading to spill out of the shift and a coquettish little smile bowed Alice’s lips in a sweet innocent invitation, an invitation the White Rabbit had every intention of accepting. He slowly came to the girl and let her corset drop from his fingers.

“I do not think you will be needing this Miss Alice.”

He let her corset slip from his fingers and flutter to the floor

“Shall we dance Miss Alice?”

The White Rabbit took Alice into his arms drawing her supple young body to his. He was not quite as tall as Alice, but tall enough to look the stunning young innocent in the eyes. His hips rolled to Alice’s, his groin ground against hers, as they danced to the music that only Alice heard. Yet as they danced, that silent music, that Alice hear in her mind, soon filled the room, all too real, as it caressed Alice’s senses. As they danced Rabbit lowered his head, his little pink nose nestled in the sweet scented valley between Alice’s firm young breasts as he inhaled her sweet innocent fragrance, Rabbit’s nose twitched and his whiskers brushed the sensual curve of Alice’s breasts. His fingers pulled the little string, which so desperately tried and keep bowed neck of Alice’s shift closed.

“I do not think you will be needing this either Miss Alice.”

As he spoke Rabbit began to slide Alice’s shift from her shoulder.
 
Alice danced with Rabbit. It was nothing like the dances she attended with a dance card filled with Polkas, Waltzes, Schottisches, Mazurkas, and more. This was slow, dreamlike. Rabbit held her so closely she could once again smell lavender. They moved so easily with each other Alice wasn't sure who was leading and who was following.

The soft velvet of Rabbit's muzzle twitched between her breasts giving her another rush of pleasure. She stroked his head luxuriating in the feel of his fur. Every one of her senses was afire. Rabbit slipped her shift off her shoulders. She made a shrug and it slid down farther pausing at the peak of her nipples before she stepped back so it could continue it's downward journey to pool at her feel.

Gooseflesh washed over her newly bared skin. She stepped away from the shift to press against Rabbit once more.She stroked his ears and moaned a little at how silky they were. She ran her fingers over his lapels feeling the rough texture of his jacket, then onto his brocade waistcoat tracing the pattern as if it were Braille with a message only she understood.

She put her arms around him, "Dance with me." She swayed her hips in a way she never had before, but which every woman knows on some deep level. She put her cheek against his and rubbed against it just like she rubbed her cheek against her kitten.
 
Rabbit took Alice into his arms, one hand was at the small of Alice’s back, as his other took her left hand and he had drawn her body close to his. It was not so much a dance as sensual, seduction in motion. Rabbit knew well the effects of that delicate cut crystal bottle labeled Drink Me. He was quite pleased when Alice made no objection when he had told her that she would not be needing her chemise His beady little eyes drank in the sight as he pulled that delicate lace string, and slipped Alice’s chemise from her shoulders. The way it teased him as it slowly cascaded down her gorgeous young body. The sensual way that Alice’s chemise clung to the girl’s pale pink pebbled nipple for a seductive moment before sliding down the sensual curves of the young golden beauty’s torso to finally pool around her ankles. She was stunning and Rabbits dark desire for this sweet innocent became an obsession.

Alice stood before Rabbit in nothing but her Perusing bloomers, hose, and high button shoes. He had loved the way Alice had stroked his fur and ears and had softly and sensually whispered.

"Dance with me."

As her delicate fingers traced the brocade pattern of his vest, her soft blue eyes now a deep azure, almost purple, with her growing arousal. Alice cheek caressed Rabbit’s, her hips began to sway in an unmistakable invitation, one that Rabbit had every intention of accepting.

“Of course Miss Alice.”

Once more Rabbit took young Alice into his arms drawing her close, his head nestled between the innocent young beauty’s naked breasts, his hot moist breath washing over Alice’s soft firm creamy ivory skin, and his stiff whiskers brushed Alice’s pebbled, pale, pink, nipples, and Rabbit’s hips ground against hers. He let Alice set the pace of their dance, and as if by magic the music matched the tempo Alice set. When the sweet, intoxicating, musky, fragrance of the young innocent’s arousal filled his nostrils. Rabbit slowly but dominantly took the lead until they were just standing, his groin and his obvious arousal grinding against Alice’s. Rabbit smiled up into Alice’s, now smoldering deep azure blue, eyes. He could see that young Alice was in the full grip of the powerful aphrodisiac that she had so innocently drank. He looked up into those adorable smoldering blue eyes.

“Miss Alice I think we can dispense with your sweet little lacy bloomers as well.”

This time Rabbit did not step away from Alice so she could do as he had suggested but rather pulled the little lace bow that held the sweet golden beauty’s bloomers clinched to her trim little waist. The bow easily slipped free, his hands guided the bloomers down over the swell of Alice’s hips, as the material fell ever lower Rabbit gave each newly bared patch of the girl’s creamy ivory skin a sensual little kiss and a seductive little lick. Soon Rabbit’s breath stirred the sparse wisps of Alice’s golden downy fleece, that did nothing to hide her sweet virgin pussy from him.

Alice was now standing before Rabbit in nothing but her high button shoes and hose, her discard undergarments pooled around Alice’s ankles, her smoldering blue eyes, were wide, a bit unfocused. This young golden haired beauty looked so succulent, so adorably delicious, that he just had to take a taste of her. His pink tongue snaked out and slid the length of Alice’s labia, his whiskers, caressed Alice’s velvet inner thighs, and his fur soft against the young girl’s creamy ivory skin as he began to feast on Alice’s innocence in earnest.
 
Alice enjoyed Rabbit's touch. Everything felt wonderful, soft and sensual. She had no fear or apprehension thanks to the aphrodisiac she so innocently drank what seemed like hours ago.

Rabbit's kisses sent ripples of pleasure through her body. Her eyes fluttered closed. A small moan escaped her lips. Her knees went weak and she put her hands on Rabbit's head to steady herself.

"What are you doing? I feel ... faint."

Rabbit took a last lick and straightened. He scooped Alice up and carried her farther into his burrow to a snug little room with a snug little bed. He placed her on the bed, pushed her back, parted her legs and began to lick and nibble her in a most intimate way.

Alice squirmed. She gasped and moaned. She could not process the waves of pleasure she was experiencing.
 
A soft sensual moan bubbled from Alice’s moist ripe lips as she gasped,

"What are you doing? I feel ... faint."

Rabbit felt the young golden beauty’s hands on his head as she tried to steady herself as he supped on Alice’s sweet dewy innocence. Slowly he rose Rabbit’s eyes now on a level with Alice’s soft azure blue eyes, it was as if as his lust for this young human beauty grew so did his size. He swept Alice’s up into his arms as if she were as light as a feather and carried the naked young beauty to his bed and laid her down on to the black silken sheets. A smile bowed his lips at the sight of the sweet young naked beauty her soft creamy ivory skin in marked contrast to the dark shimmering ebony sheet. Rabbit came to Alice and gently but demandingly pushed the young girl back to once more claim her delicious succulent virgin pussy.

Alice was squirming, little sensually seductive little gasps, sighs, and moans escaped from the golden beauty’s moist rip lips. Those soft smoldering azure blue eyes fluttered closed, and her lips sweetly “O”ed as a wave of forbidden pleasure rippled through every fiber of her gorgeous young body. Rabbit continued to feast on his little virgin until her body arched in a spasm of unimagined sinful pleasure. As Alice bucked and thrashed in ecstasy Rabbit began to kiss his way up her supple young body. His tongue lazily circled Alice’s dimpled naval followed by a long sensual lick. Kisses as light as the caress of a butterfly’s wing floated up her quivering abdomen, explored the firm contours of Alice’s breasts before turning his attention to the young blondes taunt nipples. The tip of Rabbits tongue and his stiff whiskers teased and tormented Alice’s nipples. Again his lips, mouth, and teeth were on the move tracing the sensual bow of her slender neck to claim Alice’s moist ripe lips.

The soft fur of Rabbits body caressed Alice’s lily white velvet inner thighs. The tip of his cock pressed to the supple young beauty’s virginal folds. Rabbits pawed hands’ fingers interlaced with Alice’s fingers stretching her hands above her golden head; her firm breasts and peak pebbled nipples were pressed to his furry chest, and his kiss searing her young soul. Rabbit’s hips rolled to Alice’s in a seductive invitation as he opened her gorgeous young body to him. He spoke not a word, his hot moist breath washed over her angelic face, his body sensually seducing Alice’s. The tip of his cock brushed Alice’s maiden head, the physical symbol of her chaste virginity. With single thrust Alice’s virginity was nothing more than a fading memory as Rabbit’s soul searing kiss swallowed the girl’s cry of lost and Alice’s seduction began in earnest.

As Rabbit savored the tightness of Alice’s innocence his mind already envisioning with who he would share this golden young beauty with and what they would do to her, the erotic world that he would introduce this young innocent to, and the ever darken passions he would awaken in Alice’s gorgeous supple young body
 
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Alice couldn't remember when Rabbit took off his clothes. But the feel of his furry pelt rubbing against his body sent more waves of sensual pleasure through her. His tongue lapped at her most private parts. He made her feel things she had never felt before. She thought she might go mad, it felt so wonderful. It was like she was flying and falling at the same time.

When he mounted her, a distant part of her was afraid and wanted him to stop, but the drug in the drink clouded even the sharp pain of losing her virginity into a vague thing moments after it happened. She struggled against his paw-hands holding her owns hands above her head. Not because she wanted him off of her, but because she wanted to be able to stroke his fur.

While her drugged mind struggled to comprehend what was going on, but her body ... her body responded to the pleasure wiht no hesitation. Her body moved with his in a rhythm as old as time. She rubbed her legs against his furry haunches, her hips tilted urging him on until finally she cried out once again at the bliss he gave her.
 
Such a tasty little morsel sweet young Alice was. He savored the sweet honey nectar of the young girl’s innocent arousal, loved the way her gorgeous young body arched to him, pressing her pussy to this tempting mouth and wickedly seductive tongue before he slowly and sensually kissed his way up her supple young body before he claimed her moist rip lips in a searing passionate kiss. His soft fur caressed Alice’s soft creamy ivory skin, tickled her taunt throbbing pale pink nipples. He had swallowed her little cry of lost as he claimed Alice’s innocent virginity. He had stilled letting her adjust to him before his hips rolled to hers, the sharp pain of her loss soon became a dull ache, that dull ache becoming a warm glow that burst into a searing heat to consume Alice body and soul.

A wave of Pleasure swept over Alice, her gorgeous young body did not hesitate, but met his driving thrusts as he led the young innocent in a dance as old as time its self. Alice’s body moved with his in a sensual rhythm, she rubbed her velvet thighs against his furry haunches, Alice’s heels digging in to his haunches, and her hips tilted to Rabbit urging him on until finally she cried out once again, as she was engulfed in a cascading series of orgasms as she bucked and thrashed beneath him in unimagined pleasure. Alice lost in her own ecstasy her body clutching him in an effort to hold him with in her chaste innocent body, to draw him deeper into her hungering pussy. Again he thought what a tasty little morsel young Alice was. He smiled as he looked down on Alice, her lithe young body shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat, her breathe coming in short breathless gasps, and then with a grunt he let his own lust explode, his white hot scalding cum filling Alice’s fertile young womb. Then as they lay coupled, arms and legs entwined the soft chiming of Rabbit’s pocket watch softly chimed. Rabbit’s body tensed, and then he suddenly pulled from Alice’s clutching pussy. He kissed the tip of Alice’s nose,

“I fear I am late Miss Alice, late for a very important date.”

His lips brushed Alice’s in a soul searing kiss, to fan the fires of her arousal; his lips clung to hers till the last possible moment before reluctantly slipping from hers. He dressed quickly; he turned to look down on the naked young beauty and blew her a kiss.

“Till later Miss Alice.”

A wicked smile bowed Rabbit’s lips, a come-hither look in his stormy passion shimmering eyes. Umm who to share her with next? Rabbit had some very dark plans for this young beauty, plans that would lead her down a very dark road as he awakened Alice’s darkest passions. He looked forward to stripping away each layer of Alice’s innocence.

He was disappearing as Alice lay there naked as the day she was born, her supple young body seductively shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat. The young innocent’s clothes were gone and in their place lay a corset that would hug the sensual curves of her slender young body while cupping her firm breasts leaving her pale pink nipples bared, a little scrap of lace that barely covered her freshly fucked pussy, a frock that was scandalously short, the helm above her knees, and a pair of high button shoes with heels that looked more like spikes than sensible flat heels. The daring outfit would highlight Alice’s girlish charms and sensual curves.
 
Alice made a little cry of disappointment when the Rabbit pulled out of her.

“I fear I am late Miss Alice, late for a very important date.”

"But--Where are you going? What am I to do while you are gone?" she propped herself up on her elbows and turned toward him. She was going to ask him more questions, but he gave her a quick smile and was out the door. She thought his smile was an invitation to follow.

She rolled off the bed and looked for her clothing. Everything was gone. She found a neat pile, carefully folded. She examined the items. A corset, the kind one might wear for a formal ball. It was a lovely peachy pink that would set off her complexion beautifully. There was no chemise, no pantaloons. She looked aorund the small burrow trying to find clothing more suitable, but all she found was a swallowtail tuxedo jacket hanging in an armoir. Did Rabbit have no other clothes?

She sighed. She would have to wear these scandalous clothes laid out for her. She picked up the scant lace --she didn't even know what to call them, but clearly they were meant to be underpants. The corset hooked in front sho she needed to help with the lacings. To her surprise, it fit perfectly, although it was very tight and pushed her breasts up into plush mounds. She pulled on the white stockings and tied the satin garters. The dress was the strangest she had seen. The back of it was fine, but the front! It was ruffled and pleated and showed all of her legs ot her knees. Sleeveless, the neckline was wide and low and did little to cover her now obvious cleavage.

The shoes proved a challenge. She found a buttonhook on Rabbit's chifferobe and looked at herself in the small mirror. Her face was still flushed, her eyes bright. The effect of the drugged drink was wearing off and left behind a subtle sensualness. She finished putting the high-heeled boots on and took a tentative step. She wobbled a little and walked around the burrow to practice. As long as she didn't take too long strides or try to walk too swiftly, she could manage. But how to catch up to Rabbit. She was shocked to realize she missed the feel of his fur and the weight of his body on her. And his funny kisses with his velvet muzzle and ticklish whiskers.

She went out the door and followed the tunnel until it slanted up and led her through tree roots and out into a forest that was not at all like the woods at the edge of her family's property.

She looked aorund wondering where Rabbit had gone and what she should do next.
 
"But--Where are you going? What am I to do while you are gone?"

Alice queered as she propped herself up on her elbows in Rabbits bed. The look in her soft blue eyes said there was more that this young golden beauty wished to ask him. A look of how could he leave me , after taking her innocence. The only answer that this cunning bunny gave to Alice was a come hither look as he paused at the door his haunting dark eyes meeting Alice’s azure blue eyes. Was that come hither look a seductive invitation for young golden beauty to follow him, or a sensual challenge to follow him if she dared. A wicked little smile played at the corners of Rabbits mouth, he gave his whisker as seductive little wiggle before scampering off into the dark forest that lay beyond the little door Rabbit had used seemed much to small for Alice to wiggle through, and there was no turning back to her own familiar world which now was nothing more than a pin hole of light far beyond the young beauty’s reach.

Alice was forced to make a decision stay her in Rabbit’s hutch and hope the seductive bunny would return or take a bit of the cheese labeled Eat Me. To Alice’s innocent young mind the little bottle that had been labeled Drink me just seemed to be a refreshing drink and yet Rabbit had somehow towered over her when he had claimed her virginity and had awakened a sinful burning desire that had flashed through every fiber of her supple young body and had left her hungering for Rabbit’s caress for his fur against her own naked vulnerable lithe young body.

As Alice pondered her two choices a movement just glimpsed in the corner of her eye drew Alice’s attention to a small window, and a most idealism picture presented itself to her soft azure blue eyes. It was a scene of gaily dressed Courtesans playing croquet. The sight was so sensual, so seductive that it caused an ache in Alice’s heart, if only one could reach that idealism scene. Yet the only way for Alice to reach that tempting scene was to wiggle through the door Rabbit had taken. A single tear trickled down Alice’s flawless cheek.
 
The effects of the liquid in the pretty bottle were wearing off and Alice felt the weight of what had happened to her. She didn't know what to do, how she could get home, or why Rabbit had done such awful things to her. But she had liked it. She began to cry. Large tears feel down her cheeks. She wiped them away with the back of her hands trying to stop the confusing and contradictory feelings within her.

She didn't know how she would get out of the warren since she was too large to fit through the door. She cried some more. Despite her sadness, her stomach gurgled. She spotted the bit of cheese marked 'Eat Me' and thought that perhaps it would help her settle herself.

She picked up the cheese and ate it all in one bite. A strange feeling came over her as if her insides were being twisted and stretched. She cried harder from the pain and discomfort. The tears fell again and splashed in big droplets onto the floor.

She frowned. That was odd. She felt cramped and realized her head was bumping the top of the room. How could that be? She could barely move. She knocked a chest and a number of vials spilled out. They all seemed very small now. She picked one up hoping against hope that it might shrink her down again. She grabbed at a random bottle and pulled the stopped off with her teeth since her hands were too large to do it. The contents barely wet her lips.

She was still growing. She snatch a handful of the bottles and dripped another on her tongue. She felt a familiar warmth suffuse her body, but she was still too large. She dribbled a third bottle on her tongue and shrank so quickly her head was spinning. Then she had to swim for her life and she shrunk well past her usual height. The river of tears she had cried carried her toward the door Rabbit had gone through. She swam toward the large gap at the floor, took a deep breath and plunged under. She came up sputtering.

After a time, the river, slowed and lessened until it was no more than a puddle. She sat drenched to the bone with her scandalous frock plastered to her body and began to cry again. She was cold yet the clinging fabric of her dress twisted about her legs as it was, caused her to feel warm between her legs.

She stood up and took in her new surroundings. She had no idea what had happened to the people playing croquet. They could be far away by now. Daisies were growing around her, towing over her and bending down as if to inspect her. But that was silly. She saw a little path and followed it since she had no idea where to go and it seemed better than standing still. She marveled at the tall blades of grass, the patches of moss as large as a bed, and the mushrooms as big as beach cabanas.
 
Word of Alice’s arrival in the garden of earthly delights spread quickly. Like the soft murmuring of the wind, rustling through the grass and flowers after a summer’s shower. The garden of earthly delights slowly awoke after the unexpected spring shower; it awoke to the fresh fragrance of innocence. The daises were the first to awake and turned their face from the sun to find the source of that sweet sensual fragrance. Bowing their heads they saw the delicious little golden morsel, her stems were split, sweetly sculptured, undulating in sensual curves, to her angelic golden blossom. Bending closer they inspected this tender morsel and discovered that it was not a flower at all but a daughter of Eve. The master must know for he would be very interested in getting to know this stunning young golden creature.

As Alice followed the path through the towering flowers, that seemed to open up before her as if by magic, the grass seemed to caress her legs, much as Rabbit’s fur had. A soft sensual caress to fan the young beauty’s newly awoken arousal. Lush patches of moss surrounded Alice as she wandered through the garden, so soft so inviting, and so tempting to snuggle down in and take a comfy nape. The waving blades of grass tickled Alice’s velvet inner thighs, sensually caressed her firm young breasts that seemed to threaten to burst free of the scandalous bodice of her blue and white frock. The tiger lilies seemed to have the faces of tigers and they seemed to follow young Alice’s every movement ducking into the shadows of the garden, as if they were stocking her. Slowly the very garden itself began to change, as she entered a forest of mushrooms, the mossy carpet of the garden becoming deeper, more lush, and more temptingly inviting.

Alice’s wondering journey through the maze of the mushroom forest was interrupted suddenly,

“And who are you my dear?”

The voice was darkly sweet, sensual, that seemed to wrap around Alice as much as being heard. It seemed to come from above Alice, but how was that possible?

“I asked who are you my dear girl.”

A thin wisp bluish gray of smoke rose from the top of a very large mushroom that was surround by smaller mushrooms that seemed to form stepping stones leading to the top of the largest mushroom that towered over the forest of mushroom as if it were a throne and a top that mushroom reclined a potentate, the master of all he surveyed, and quite a strange creature for Alice was greeted by a caterpillar, very much as big as herself. Oh he was not like any caterpillar that Alice had seen, he wore a turban, an oriental jacket, and reclined on a sea of pillows smoking his hookah. He took a monticule from his jacket pocket and brought it to his eye, then boldly studied Alice from head to toe taking savoring each sensual and seductive curve of her gorgeous young body.

“Come sit by me my dear and tell me who you are and how you came to my Garden of Earthly Delights..”

As the regal caterpillar spoke the sweet blush gray smoke of his hookah rose to form a wreath of smoke around Alice’s golden head. It was not the harsh biting smoke of a pipe, but something sweeter, something Oh so very much more seductive, that seemed to beckon Alice to sit down beside Caterpillar and tell him all that he had asked, and about all her adventures sense arriving in Rabbit’s warren.
 
“Come sit by me my dear and tell me who you are and how you came to my Garden of Earthly Delights.”

Alice craned her neck to look up and up at the creature on top of the mushroom. How very strange. He looked like an Ottoman the way he reclined with his hookah.

She used the small mushrooms that wound around the largest one as a sort of staircase so that she would not have to hurt her neck. She stopped at the mushroom before the one the --oh, he was a caterpillar, lounged on.

"Sir," She gave a little curtsey since she wasn't sure if the caterpillat might be some sort of sultan like in the Arabian Nights. "I am Alice. Garden of Earthly Delights you say? I can here by way of the path and before that by way of a river of tears and before that down a rabbit hole. In fact, Rabbit left me rather rudely and I have been looking for him. Did you happen to see him come by?"

She plucked at her still damp and clinging frock. "Oh, and I ate something and grew very large, and then I drank something and grew small. I do wish to return to my usual size. I cannot imagine going through life while only 3 inches tall. Sir. "

She curtsied again not sure just how she should address the caterpillar. She breathed in the sweet smoke the caterpillar kept puffing her way. She leaned over to rest her hands on the mushroom the caterpillar lounged on. "I feel quite giddy. I'm not sure why." She liked the feel of the mushroom. It was soft and bouncy like a bed she wanted to jump on.
 
"Sir, I am Alice. Garden of Earthly Delights you say? I can here by way of the path and before that by way of a river of tears and before that down a rabbit hole. In fact, Rabbit left me rather rudely and I have been looking for him. Did you happen to see him come by?"

What a delightful creature this golden haired, blue eyed, beauty was as she gracefully gave a little curtsey to the regal potentate, and magnificently bejeweled caterpillar. He smiled as Alice made her way up the stepping stones of the mushroom to come closer to him. Alice was almost to his side, her wet frock clinging to her like a second skin and leaving little or nothing to the imagination as it so seductively highlighted young Alice’s sensual charms.

"Oh and I ate something and grew very large, and then I drank something and grew small. I do wish to return to my usual size. I cannot imagine going through life while only 3 inches tall. Sir. "

A scowl marred Caterpillar’s regal features as he stretched himself to his full Five inch height. But Alice seemed not to notice Caterpillar’s anger as she continued quite innocently,

"I feel quite giddy. I'm not sure why."

“And what Miss Alice is wrong with being tree inches tall young lady?”

It was clear that Alice had offended the regal potentate but he smiled and patted the mushroom beside him.

“Come set by me Alice.”

The sweet wreath of smoke that curled around Alice’s golden head had indeed made her quite giddy as Caterpillar drew the young human beauty to him.

“Oh! My dear your frock is soaking wet……….”

Caterpillar’s voice seemed to come from a very long way, away as Alice floated in a cloud of that sweet smoke.

“We must get you out of those wet clothes My dear before you catch your death of cold.”

Caterpillar’s many hands seemed to be everywhere at once, loosening the hooks of her corset, Easing her dress down over the swell of her hips to be cast aside, fingers rolling Alice’s now bared pale pink nipples between his finger tips. The regal Caterpillar’s many hands sensually seductively stripped Alice’s clothing from her until she lay with her head in Caterpillar’s lap. The soft summer breeze caressed Alice’s now bared and taunt nipples. It set the sparse golden fleece, which did little to hide her maiden’s treasure form Caterpillar’s eyes, dancing with each puff of that seductive breeze.

“Rabbit!”

He breathed his voice the softest of whispers.

“Tell me dear Alice what he did to you and why was he so rude as you say my sweet young beauty.”
 
Alice had never been undressed so quickly. It was as if five ladie's maids were tending to her all at once. The caterpillar's hands--were they hands? His hands were all over her stroking her skin as it was bared to him.

“Rabbit!” He breathed his voice the softest of whispers. “Tell me dear Alice what he did to you and why was he so rude as you say my sweet young beauty.”

Every time the caterpillar spoke he breathed out that sweet smoke that made her feel muddled and giddy at the same time.

"It all seems so far away now. I drank something that made me feel all ..." She wriggled on Caterpillar's lap. "I don't know ... Everything felt wonderful. That's about all I remember. Rabbit's fur was so soft and his whiskers tickled." She blushed a little. "But then, he just said he was late and ran out. I tried to follow but the door was too small. It was very rude of Rabbit to leave me like that. And I don't know what he did to my clothes. All I could find were," she was going to point to herself, but realized that Caperpillar had removed all of her wet clothes. She was naked as the day she was born. "The clothes I was wearing that were so wet. Where did you put them by the way?"

She stretched a little. "I never realized that caterpillars could be so comfortable." She stroked his belly.
 
“You must be hungry for you have been wandering in my garden, take a bite of my mushroom. I fear it is all I have to offer you to eat Miss. My name is Sheba Kaw, come join me, rest for a moment, you look exhausted, and you do need to eat young lady.”

Everything that he said sounded so reasonable, so harmless, and he did hold out a piece of his mushroom to her.”

Caterpillar waited, his copper gold eyes mesmerizing and seeming to draw Alice to him. He was pleased as this enchanting young beauty curled up on his mushroom. He broke the offered food into several pieces so Alice could eat them from his finger tips as the naked young beauty lay in his lap.

“Eat Alice you know you will need your strength if you are to continue your search.”

As the strange creature spoke his hands caressed and explored Alice’s naked perfection, teasing and please and exciting her supple young body.

“Welcome to my garden of earthly delights Alice.”

The smoke from his hookah formed a smoky wreath around the young girl’s golden head. That smoke was so sensual, so seductive, and oh so intoxicating. The longer that Alice inhaled that rich sweet smoke the more drowsy she became and very giddy.

“Eat Alice……”

His voice was so sensual, so commanding, as he told her to eat. Sheba Kaw watched the stunning young beauty closely as she took her first bit of the mushroom. So innocently she eat the powerful aphrodisiac. The cool air of the garden caressed Alice’s now naked breasts and nipples. Sheba Kaw Bent as his lips drew near to Alice it was as if everything was taking place in slow motion. The Caterpillar’s lips pressed to her heaving breasts and then his mouth claimed her now rock hard nipple. Caterpillar’s tongue swilled around that sweet pale pink rosebud of a nipple, his hands seemed to be ever where at once as he suckled that sweet bud and a finger slid along the sweet moist folds of Alice’s maiden’s treasure.

As Caterpillar was teasing and exciting young Alice’s gorgeous supple body his garden of Earthly Delights was drawing ever near to Alice as she lay naked in Sheba Kaw’s laps. The tiger lilies were the first to draw near, their rough tongues lapping at Alice’s velvet inner thighs. Next came the slithering ivy, curling around Alice’s trim little ankles and slowly drawing her legs apart. Sheba Kaw let his finger slip form Alice’s moist dewy folds. Tiger lilies soft petals now intimately caressed the sweet golden beauty’s inner thigh as their rough, lapping, tongues sought Alice’s throbbing pearl of passion.

Sheba Kaw’s fingers entwined in Alice’s rich golden hair. He loved each little gasp, each little sigh, which escaped from her sweet moist lips as he suckled her nipple. He savored the moans of passion and the cravings of her own treacherous body. The sweet intoxicating musky scent of Alice’s growing arousal. Sheba Kaw let his robe slip from his shoulders his hands drawing the young beauty’s hands above her head as her head lulled from side. He loved the look of confusion in those smoldering azure blue eyes, one hand was running through her silken golden mane, his mouth tempting, seducing, as he inhaled Alice’s nipple as his other hand held her hands securely above her head. Yet the young beauty felt the tiger lilies rough cat like tongue pressing into her chaste young body. How could this be?

“So my delicate little flower who has pollinated........ you my pretty, pretty?”

His dark haunting voice cutting through the seductive fogged that seemed to engulf the hapless young beauty. Another hand seemed to be squeezing Alice’s neglected breast. It rolled that pale pink rosebud under the pad of his thumb until it was as hard as a diamond and capped the puffy little dusky pink areola. Then he was tugging, pinching and pulling young Alice’s nipple. His many hands were teasing, pleasing and exciting her. Caterpillar let Alice’s nipple slip from between his lips with a sensual little Pop then his mouth closed over the young girl’s sweet mouth, his kiss so seductive. He slowly broke that demanding sensual kiss. His dark golden eyes once more held Alice’s smoldering azure blue eyes captive as the tendrils of this wild exotic garden curled around her athletic legs until one poked at Alice’s pussy and another wormed its way between the tightly clinched cheeks of her firm little ass to find the young golden haired beauty’s puckered anus.
 
Alice made an awkward curtsy to the caterpillar. "Mr. Kaw, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She said politely. She curtsied again and took the piece of mushroom ro be polite. She really didn't like the taste or texture of them but she didn't want to be rude when the caterpillar was being so nice to her. She could listen to him speak all day.

Ever so slowly Sheba Kaw explored her body with his mouth and his many hands, or were they feet? Even when he held her arms above her head she wasn't alarmed. The caterpillar and his flowers were not intimidating as Rabbit had been.

When Tiger Lily nuzzled and licked between her legs she gasped and twitched.

The caterpillar seemed to touch her everywhere at once. Her lethargy was leaving her as her passions were aorused. She tried to turn toward him so she could kiss him once more, his lips felt strange, but she wanted to sample more of his kisses. She was restrained by vines and tendrils that had grown up around her. Flowers of all kinds bent down over her and brushed her with their petals. The scent of the flowers was nearly as overpowering as the smoke from the hookah.

The vines twined round and round her legs pulling them apart. Tips of the tendrils teased Alice's petals spreading them as well exposing her secret places.

"Oh, Sheba, Look! She is just like a sweetpea!"

Alice squirmed as a thicker vine moved between the cheeks of her bottom and teased at the opening of her anus.

Above her, the Tiger Lily and other flowers moved away to make room for a large pitcher plant. It loomed over her, its bulbous pouch quivered with an insect trapped inside. The plant bowed its head and liked like it smiled before it pressed the vibrating sac between her legs.

What an amazing sensation! Alice cried out and closed her eyes to savor this new and delicious feeling. She rocked her pelvis.

Sheba Kaw stratched out next to Alice resting his head on two of his hands. "Just lovely." he murmurred.

The vines held Alice tight to the mushroom bed. Her arms stretched above her head so she could only clench and unclench her fingers. Her legs were pulled apart and then lifted up up up in the air toward her head exposing her own "sweetpea." Two thick vines slick with dew snaked their way to her pussy and anus probing and then finally pushing in.

Alice gasped and struggled aginst the vines holding her and against the wicked vines doing unspeakable things. The pitcher plant pressed against her pearl making her forget any discomfort.

She moved her pelvis in time with the vines as they fucked her. She moaned and gasped nd quite forgot herself and the strange situation she was in. A most amazing feeling welled up inside her and she exploded like fireworks on Guy Fawkes Day.

The caterpillar reclined and watched Alice intently as he puffed on his hookah once more.
 
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