The following may or may not be a dream. If it is a dream, it is a silly one. If it is something else, it has little to do with the characters of this story. Or it might. Regardless of being a dream or not, I hope you enjoy Honoka In Wonderland, inspired by the works of Lewis Carroll.
“That is a stupid idea, we should try my idea.”
Spinning around, only a few yards away, Honoka spied the dripping and drenched figures of three women. Ms. Rabbit was there, waving her arms in the air while she argued, her ears limply plastered against wet red hair. She did not appear happy, all wet and sticky, hopping around in agitation. When Honoka compared her newly grown black orbs to the freckled rabbit’s tits, they looked of a comparable size, though they seemed larger on Honoka because of her more demure stature.
Another woman stood like a small but hideously green and fiendish creature. However, she wore a mouse costume, so it was alright. The costume consisted of a round whisked nose put on top of her own prominent green nose, two large round grey ears on top of her head, a sheer grey nighty holding up fashionably small breasts and brief grey knickers with a white bow on them, a cloth tail trailing behind. The nighty had become saturated and transformed the entire outfit more risque than was appropriate, bright green nipples peeking underneath.
The third woman towered over the others, massive and partially furred arms folded under prodigious breasts. Honestly, even if Honoka grew twice her current size, even with the current state of her own boobies, she would remain less prodigious than this woman’s meat rack. The tall woman was also a cow girl, so she should show more patience. On the other hand, she was dressed up as a dodo, so maybe her bird brain held only so much waiting before she became irritated. The beak of her mask engulfed a bovine snout, the rest of her body sporting some bright feathers here and there. Her clothing consisted of something Honoka might find in a book of 1001 Arabian Pornos, the birdly bovine’s mighty tits held in place with only the briefest of bright yellow and red fabric, her lower half adorning a more modest and also more immodest pair of wide pantaloons of similar cloth, its shimmering quality becoming very opaque from the wetness and announcing to the field that this woman wore no knickers.
“Your idea is to jump in a lake,” Ms. Rabbit said, pushing a finger into one of Ms. Dodo’s boobs, causing the whole jug to ripple. “That will make us more wet, not less.”
Honoka decided she required respectable attire, taking off the pink bag of tinctures with the picture of a smiling striped cat and opened one of the wardrobes nearby. Inside held an extensive collection of undergarments similar to what the other women wore. Incredibly frustrating as it was, tiny women with overripe chest fruit could not be choosers, so she picked something that would provide the most coverage in the same blue color she favored and put it on.
“I’m pretty sure the only thing that would make us wetter is a big black cock,” the little green woman said, which Honoka decided to call Ms. Mouse.
“Shush you, I am trying to stay in character.”
Honoka paid little attention, the outfit she chose harder to put on than a loose petticoat over a tight bustle. She began with a corset that fit her current dimensions perfectly, the boning very discrete and giving her waist an appropriate womanly curve. Her black breasts, though, thrust sharply up and strained to stay in place when she examined herself critically. There were no proper knickers in this color blue, so she was left with a pair that rode low on her hips yet fit snuggly up into her womanly folds. She also didn’t want to catch a cold, so she found some white lace stockings and garters to hold them in place. At this point, it was as good as Honoka would likely find, but the deluge of milk must have reached the wardrobe because when she handled the garments, she discovered them even more covered in cream than her own black skin. Sighing, she picked up her pink smiling cat bag and walked over to the trio of women.
“Just ask Honoka, she’ll tell us what to do,” Ms. Rabbit said, grabbing the black woman by the arm and dragging her over. “We all need to dry off, how should we get this milk off us the fastest?”
Honoka didn’t like being the center of attention, but she would try her best regardless. “Um, what have all of you suggested?”
“I think we should jump into a lake,” Ms. Dodo said, giving the hopping rabbit woman a sharp look. “It will thin the cream into skim milk, and we will be able to drink it up without getting fat.”
“I think we should blow each other.”
There was a brief pause as the other three women looked down at the small Ms. Mouse as if to ask, really?
“You know, pshh pshhh,” she said, blowing small gusts of air between her lips. “If we do a good enough of a blow job, we’ll be dry in no time.”
Oooh, the rest of the women realized as they turned to Ms. Rabbit, ignoring Ms. Mouse.
“Drinking that much skim milk will make me tinkle, and a blow job will take too long,” the ginger wearing rabbit ears said. “We are all busy women and don’t have time for that. What we need is something hot. I suggest we purchase a sufficiently large radish…”
“We don’t have any money,” Ms. Mouse said.
“Oh.” The woman slumped to the ground, sitting in her own pool of lactation, understanding she will never be dry again.
Honoka thought herself a logical woman, and this sounded like the perfect kind of puzzle. “I’ve always found moving around and doing something helps dry a woman faster. What we need is to find something making us do lots of things without actually accomplishing anything.”
Hmmm. All the women thought, searching hard to find something that tries really hard but doesn’t do anything.
“I’ve got it!” Ms. Dodo exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “A democratic party!”
“I thought we were a Constitutional Republic,” Ms. Mouse muttered.
“Shush, stay in character!” Ms. Rabbit said, whacking the back of the green mouse’s head. “I have enough balloons, but we need an intern.”
“An intern?” Honoka asked, confused while the women ran around and set up the open field with a banner, streamers and putting a fun paper cone on Honoka’s head. “What does an intern have to do with a party?”
“The intern is the most important part,” Ms. Mouse said, handing Honoka a napkin with a small slice of cake on it with a plastic fork. “Otherwise, how will we know who gets elected to office?”
Plastic? Honoka wondered as the fork changed into more appropriate silverware and it was no longer a problem.
“Obviously, democracy is ruled by whoever can screw around the best. An intern is how you tally the score.” Ms. Dodo produced a record player and cranked up some victory music, getting the democratic party started.
“Obviously,” Honoka replied doubtfully, tasting a bite of cake. It was lemon and she didn’t like it, but it would be rude not to finish.
“Alright, everything is set up for the caucus, we just need an intern.” Ms. Rabbit hopped over and grabbed Honoka’s shoulders, peering down at her with solemn countenance. “Honoka, do you possess any useful skills that would get you hired by successful companies?”
Honoka shook her head, finishing her cake. “No, I don’t have any useful skills at all.”
“Great! You already grew the boobs, you are now officially our intern. Put these on.”
Honoka received a pair of glasses, which she put on and found they held no glass in them, they were just rims to make her appear smarter. Feeling smarter already, Honoka was excited to begin her first day as an intern. “What do I do now?”
“Suck my dick.”
Honoka was surprised to discover Ms. Rabbit wearing an imitation penis strapped onto her pelvis. It was bright blue, like candied blueberries, well-formed and authentic. Yet it was also disappointingly small in size at only four and a half inches (11 cm) long. Nevertheless, her glasses told her she was only an intern; if she wanted any more cake, she needed to learn to suppress her gag reflex. Kneeling down, Honoka put her mouth upon the imitation penis and slowly sucked the small blue thing into her mouth.
“We only have one intern and three candidates running for office,” Ms. Rabbit announced, Ms. Mouse and Ms. Dodo stepping forward with their own imitation penises strapped onto pelvises. Ms. Mouse sported five inches (13 cm) of red wood, Ms. Dodo wore the smallest at a purple three inches (7 cm). “Can you handle a full ballot?”
“MmmmMm,” Honoka replied through a mouth full of cock, which is to say she was okay handling everyone but that she would prefer no anal.
Honoka never had accepted a dick into her mouth before, disappointed her elocution tutors did not give her enough lessons in the proper technique of how to service a strapped on imitation penis.
(In all fairness to Mr. Darcy Watsonface and Mrs. Elenor Elizabeth Gaylordly - her tutors in speech and manners - Honoka’s education included a thorough grounding in classical and modern fellatio technique, including a live demonstration involving a particularly skilled midget. Honoka, however, suffered from the vapors that day and only vaguely remembered some of the critical points)
While she rocked up and down the imitation shaft, causing Ms. Rabbit to breathe forcefully and obliging Honoka harder and faster by grabbing Honoka’s blond hair and pulling her in with each stroke, Honoka discovered the entire affair lacked any substance. If the imitation penis proved a little girthier, maybe the entire affair would have been pleasurable. As it was, she might not like it, yet it would be rude not to finish.
A surprise arrived when Ms. Dodo lifted Honoka’s rear into the air, moving aside her small knickers and entering right inside without an engraved invitation or at least a garden social to break the ice. It might border rudeness if not for Honoka’s still wet and red pussy needing completion and satisfaction, taking the whole three inches (7 cm) with a happy schrup. The surprise, therefore, wasn’t the entering of imitation penis into dripping cunt but rather the difference in height from such a tall and brawny woman lifting Honoka’s petite form into the air by her spread thighs. Mouth still latched onto Ms. Rabbits' fake member, she was now pointed mouth-and-body downward.
Grasping out for balance, Honoka found purchase by grabbing the slightly larger imitation penis of the smaller Ms. Mouse, giving her enough steadiness to begin the democratic gangbang in earnest.
“It is much like dancing with several gentlewomen callers at a formal ball, only all at once and with their peni,” Honoka said, though as she currently gagged on a not-quite-big-enough prosthetic cock, the words
The following may or may not be a dream. If it is a dream, it is a silly one. If it is something else, it has little to do with the characters of this story. Or it might. Regardless of being a dream or not, I hope you enjoy Honoka In Wonderland, inspired by the works of Lewis Carroll.
“That is a stupid idea, we should try my idea.”
Spinning around, only a few yards away, Honoka spied the dripping and drenched figures of three women. Ms. Rabbit was there, waving her arms in the air while she argued, her ears limply plastered against wet red hair. She did not appear happy, all wet and sticky, hopping around in agitation. When Honoka compared her newly grown black orbs to the freckled rabbit’s tits, they looked of a comparable size, though they seemed larger on Honoka because of her more demure stature.
Another woman stood like a small but hideously green and fiendish creature. However, she wore a mouse costume, so it was alright. The costume consisted of a round whisked nose put on top of her own prominent green nose, two large round grey ears on top of her head, a sheer grey nighty holding up fashionably small breasts and brief grey knickers with a white bow on them, a cloth tail trailing behind. The nighty had become saturated and transformed the entire outfit more risque than was appropriate, bright green nipples peeking underneath.
The third woman towered over the others, massive and partially furred arms folded under prodigious breasts. Honestly, even if Honoka grew twice her current size, even with the current state of her own boobies, she would remain less prodigious than this woman’s meat rack. The tall woman was also a cow girl, so she should show more patience. On the other hand, she was dressed up as a dodo, so maybe her bird brain held only so much waiting before she became irritated. The beak of her mask engulfed a bovine snout, the rest of her body sporting some bright feathers here and there. Her clothing consisted of something Honoka might find in a book of 1001 Arabian Pornos, the birdly bovine’s mighty tits held in place with only the briefest of bright yellow and red fabric, her lower half adorning a more modest and also more immodest pair of wide pantaloons of similar cloth, its shimmering quality becoming very opaque from the wetness and announcing to the field that this woman wore no knickers.
“Your idea is to jump in a lake,” Ms. Rabbit said, pushing a finger into one of Ms. Dodo’s boobs, causing the whole jug to ripple. “That will make us more wet, not less.”
Honoka decided she required respectable attire, taking off the pink bag of tinctures with the picture of a smiling striped cat and opened one of the wardrobes nearby. Inside held an extensive collection of undergarments similar to what the other women wore. Incredibly frustrating as it was, tiny women with overripe chest fruit could not be choosers, so she picked something that would provide the most coverage in the same blue color she favored and put it on.
“I’m pretty sure the only thing that would make us wetter is a big black cock,” the little green woman said, which Honoka decided to call Ms. Mouse.
“Shush you, I am trying to stay in character.”
Honoka paid little attention, the outfit she chose harder to put on than a loose petticoat over a tight bustle. She began with a corset that fit her current dimensions perfectly, the boning very discrete and giving her waist an appropriate womanly curve. Her black breasts, though, thrust sharply up and strained to stay in place when she examined herself critically. There were no proper knickers in this color blue, so she was left with a pair that rode low on her hips yet fit snuggly up into her womanly folds. She also didn’t want to catch a cold, so she found some white lace stockings and garters to hold them in place. At this point, it was as good as Honoka would likely find, but the deluge of milk must have reached the wardrobe because when she handled the garments, she discovered them even more covered in cream than her own black skin. Sighing, she picked up her pink smiling cat bag and walked over to the trio of women.
“Just ask Honoka, she’ll tell us what to do,” Ms. Rabbit said, grabbing the black woman by the arm and dragging her over. “We all need to dry off, how should we get this milk off us the fastest?”
Honoka didn’t like being the center of attention, but she would try her best regardless. “Um, what have all of you suggested?”
“I think we should jump into a lake,” Ms. Dodo said, giving the hopping rabbit woman a sharp look. “It will thin the cream into skim milk, and we will be able to drink it up without getting fat.”
“I think we should blow each other.”
There was a brief pause as the other three women looked down at the small Ms. Mouse as if to ask, really?
“You know, pshh pshhh,” she said, blowing small gusts of air between her lips. “If we do a good enough of a blow job, we’ll be dry in no time.”
Oooh, the rest of the women realized as they turned to Ms. Rabbit, ignoring Ms. Mouse.
“Drinking that much skim milk will make me tinkle, and a blow job will take too long,” the ginger wearing rabbit ears said. “We are all busy women and don’t have time for that. What we need is something hot. I suggest we purchase a sufficiently large radish…”
“We don’t have any money,” Ms. Mouse said.
“Oh.” The woman slumped to the ground, sitting in her own pool of lactation, understanding she will never be dry again.
Honoka thought herself a logical woman, and this sounded like the perfect kind of puzzle. “I’ve always found moving around and doing something helps dry a woman faster. What we need is to find something making us do lots of things without actually accomplishing anything.”
Hmmm. All the women thought, searching hard to find something that tries really hard but doesn’t do anything.
“I’ve got it!” Ms. Dodo exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “A democratic party!”
“I thought we were a Constitutional Republic,” Ms. Mouse muttered.
“Shush, stay in character!” Ms. Rabbit said, whacking the back of the green mouse’s head. “I have enough balloons, but we need an intern.”
“An intern?” Honoka asked, confused while the women ran around and set up the open field with a banner, streamers and putting a fun paper cone on Honoka’s head. “What does an intern have to do with a party?”
“The intern is the most important part,” Ms. Mouse said, handing Honoka a napkin with a small slice of cake on it with a plastic fork. “Otherwise, how will we know who gets elected to office?”
Plastic? Honoka wondered as the fork changed into more appropriate silverware and it was no longer a problem.
“Obviously, democracy is ruled by whoever can screw around the best. An intern is how you tally the score.” Ms. Dodo produced a record player and cranked up some victory music, getting the democratic party started.
“Obviously,” Honoka replied doubtfully, tasting a bite of cake. It was lemon and she didn’t like it, but it would be rude not to finish.
“Alright, everything is set up for the caucus, we just need an intern.” Ms. Rabbit hopped over and grabbed Honoka’s shoulders, peering down at her with solemn countenance. “Honoka, do you possess any useful skills that would get you hired by successful companies?”
Honoka shook her head, finishing her cake. “No, I don’t have any useful skills at all.”
“Great! You already grew the boobs, you are now officially our intern. Put these on.”
Honoka received a pair of glasses, which she put on and found they held no glass in them, they were just rims to make her appear smarter. Feeling smarter already, Honoka was excited to begin her first day as an intern. “What do I do now?”
“Suck my dick.”
Honoka was surprised to discover Ms. Rabbit wearing an imitation penis strapped onto her pelvis. It was bright blue, like candied blueberries, well-formed and authentic. Yet it was also disappointingly small in size at only four and a half inches (11 cm) long. Nevertheless, her glasses told her she was only an intern; if she wanted any more cake, she needed to learn to suppress her gag reflex. Kneeling down, Honoka put her mouth upon the imitation penis and slowly sucked the small blue thing into her mouth.
“We only have one intern and three candidates running for office,” Ms. Rabbit announced, Ms. Mouse and Ms. Dodo stepping forward with their own imitation penises strapped onto pelvises. Ms. Mouse sported five inches (13 cm) of red wood, Ms. Dodo wore the smallest at a purple three inches (7 cm). “Can you handle a full ballot?”
“MmmmMm,” Honoka replied through a mouth full of cock, which is to say she was okay handling everyone but that she would prefer no anal.
Honoka never had accepted a dick into her mouth before, disappointed her elocution tutors did not give her enough lessons in the proper technique of how to service a strapped on imitation penis.
(In all fairness to Mr. Darcy Watsonface and Mrs. Elenor Elizabeth Gaylordly - her tutors in speech and manners - Honoka’s education included a thorough grounding in classical and modern fellatio technique, including a live demonstration involving a particularly skilled midget. Honoka, however, suffered from the vapors that day and only vaguely remembered some of the critical points)
While she rocked up and down the imitation shaft, causing Ms. Rabbit to breathe forcefully and obliging Honoka harder and faster by grabbing Honoka’s blond hair and pulling her in with each stroke, Honoka discovered the entire affair lacked any substance. If the imitation penis proved a little girthier, maybe the entire affair would have been pleasurable. As it was, she might not like it, yet it would be rude not to finish.
A surprise arrived when Ms. Dodo lifted Honoka’s rear into the air, moving aside her small knickers and entering right inside without an engraved invitation or at least a garden social to break the ice. It might border rudeness if not for Honoka’s still wet and red pussy needing completion and satisfaction, taking the whole three inches (7 cm) with a happy schrup. The surprise, therefore, wasn’t the entering of imitation penis into dripping cunt but rather the difference in height from such a tall and brawny woman lifting Honoka’s petite form into the air by her spread thighs. Mouth still latched onto Ms. Rabbits' fake member, she was now pointed mouth-and-body downward.
Grasping out for balance, Honoka found purchase by grabbing the slightly larger imitation penis of the smaller Ms. Mouse, giving her enough steadiness to begin the democratic gangbang in earnest.
“It is much like dancing with several gentlewomen callers at a formal ball, only all at once and with their peni,” Honoka said, though as she currently gagged on a not-quite-big-enough prosthetic cock, the words
