Wonderland

"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"

It took on a whole new horror that day when the Lilim appeared.
She was like the little girl Succubus. The Alice. Yet more. White wings and soft petticoats and a blood red dress elegant in its simplicity. She wore heart-shaped decorations just about everywhere, from her twin-tails to the adornments on her pure snow white wings.
Her eyes had heart-shaped pupils, and madness shined in them.

Word of the Tea Party and the Unbirthdays had reached her. The Cards that announced her presence were... weird. They were clearly cards. Large card people. Marching in a row. Yet they had the form of beautiful warrior women painted on their surfaces. It was these who held the weapons that were raised in salute to the coming of the Queen of Wonderland.

Part of you wondered how /they/ did it. But then you realized you didn't want to find out. Probably drew you into their card surface and fucked you until you had a number of orgasms matching their number or something. Who the hell knew in this place.

Part of you wondered if you were still sane. But the pleasure just. hadn't. stopped.

They were insatiable. And at the times they let you sleep, they put the dormouse in your lap and you slept there as the large comfy chair leaned back and cradled you. It was comfortable as hell.

You didn't seem to have any biological functions you needed except to eat, drink, breathe, and cum. Something about the tea, the Hatter said in her weird, nonsensical phrases. Whatever changed inside you, its like you became a hundred percent efficient in your body's functions. Really, it was hard to think logically like that anymore. Sure, you'd been a young scholar before you came to wonderland, and understood things like science and biology... ...but this was jarring on the senses.

The girls had all taking a big liking to you. From Alice, who called you her Papa, to the Hatter who called you her 'Anonymous Chap' and loved you hard and squelching as she rode you. You tried to tell them your name from time to time... but they either shushed you or you realized... you couldn't remember your own name anymore. The Jabberwocky was both the worst and the most terrifying, and the most intense. Her pussy was a fire that caught you up and ate your semen and energy like a boundless inferno. Her cuddles and fucking had become more intimate, more relaxed. She had even started kissing you and cuddling after she fucked you. She often used her mouth tendrils on you, and while she moved and sat with dainty grace, she was savage and strong and violent. Her blushes and sweet kisses were surprisingly tender. And she seemed to squirm waiting for her turn sometimes while the Hatter boasted that you had slain her with your 'Vorpal Blade'.

Sometimes you want to ask her for a Snicker's Snack, but you think it would send the wrong message.

You still didn't have the heart to tell them your birthday was last week...

The Card Women raised painted on trumpets, blaring them for the arrival of the Queen of Hearts. The sound was at least /different/ then the sound of the chirping teapots. The large, doglike woman that /bounded/ forward pulling a carriage was a unique site. Shaggy, heavy chested, and having four arms and digigrade legs, the massive canine girl bounded forward and gave a loud WAN! that immediately would have had you on your knees with a heart attack if you weren't bound in this /exceedingly/ comfortable chair.

"WAN WAN! WAN!," barked the frumulous Bandersnatch as the carriage door was opened by a Card Girl that was clearly the Jack of hearts. She was rather stern looking in her card and had a serious face, eyepatch, and looked tomboyish as hell.

The Queen of Hearts stepped down from her carriage as all of the girls at the party stood. The Cheshire looked a bit anxious, her body fading away except for her uneasy smile before she poofed into invisibility. It wasn't the first time she had done that, and you were used to it by now. It still freaked you out a little though. The Dormouse was asleep in your lap, but she slid right off and scurried into a teapot a few moments after the carriage arrived and you could hear her cute little snores coming from inside. The Hare's ears, flicked, but her smile never broke. It got a little bit more cracked though as she laughed. The Jabberwocky rose, standing with her legs lightly crossed in her stance. Her arms around her waist, she turned her head and looked huffy. Alice, with sweet innocence, rose and gave her deepest curtsey. The Hatter, the only one unafraid and unperturbed, rose with a sweeping bow. Doffing her hat and smiling!

"Oh callou, callay! What a frabulous day! Welcome oh Queen, to the Hatter's humble Tea Party!"

The Queen of Hearts, cocking her sweetly innocent, if a little petulant, face... studied the Hatter and nodded. Her voice, when it rose, was sweet. Weedlingly sweet. Like the girl who always got what she wanted from her daddy.

"Thank you, Hatter. I hear you are having quite the party here... and have a special guest..."

Her eyes, with those heart-shaped pupils, drilled into you with madness so bright and sharp in them you felt sorry for her deep inside. With it too came fear. The /power/ of her radiated like a cloud around her. She was the source of this Demon Realm. She was its focus, its existence, and its rule. From her, the Demonic Energy that transformed all these monsters into mad, crazed creations and turned the land into a wild, untamed wilderness of pure chaos. You knew what happened to men who got too close to Lilims. And you could /feel/ the Demonic Energy sinking into your body even now. Feeding on your natural energies and already beginning the change. You panted, soft and heavy.

"Why yes, my Queen, we do indeed. He came to us, and we couldn't help ourselves with greed!," rhymed the Hatter who smiled at you lovingly as she replaced her lewd and molesting hat. God that thing unnerved you sometimes. But others, when it was on her head, she just looked so dapper, so sexy. She was a beauty, through and through.

"Greed is well enough. But you should know your loyalties, Hatter," whined the Queen. She sounded like a little girl who was so utterly disappointed in not getting the treat she wanted. "When a man comes, you have to let your Queen take her due!" She huffs.

The Hatter at last looked a little worried, "But my Queen, the last man we gave you... he was never one again seen!"

The Queen of Hearts stomped her foot, and puffed out her cheeks, "He displeased me! He called me a silly little girl and told me that I should repent to the Chief God and beg for forgiveness for my sins!" She flicked her hair, "So I cut off his head."

Swallowing loudly, just as the Hatter looked a little green, and stepped back. Little Alice looked shocked, and clutched at the Hare, who smiled even more widely and brokenly giggled. "But he was so nice...," murmured Alice.

The Queen of Hearts huffed, "He raped you repeatedly and you only can't remember it because you're an Alice! Now shut up and let me think!" Alice looked plainly upset by the Queen's words, and buried her cheeks into the Hare's thighs and cried.

The Jabberwocky sniffed, spreading her wings... before glancing at you. You met her wildly beautiful eyes and saw she seemed to expect something from you, so you spoke.

"M-my Queen...," you gasp out softly, and her attention turned to your perpetually aroused form like a lance of heat. You had been rid of your clothes some days ago and the Hatter had supplied you with some not so surprisingly dapper outer wear. It looked Victorian era formal and was rather comfortable... despite the fact it had an open crotch. Also the chest hung open with ruffles and lace as they loved to touch your chest as they rode you. Sometimes you wished you could return the favor, but the few times you asked they shushed you, 'We don't want you getting away, now do we?' 'Ah ah ah... I won't fall for THAT trick again!' 'Mmmmmrrrr... if you want to touch my big fat kitty tats, I'll rub them against your face, hows that?'

"It... is an honor to meet you... I'd stand at attention, but I am afraid... I am a little tied up..."

The Queen cocked her head at you and then... smiled. It was an adorable smile. As adorable as Alice's own, except more the sugary sweet of the over-indulged little rich girl then Alice's innocent smile.

"Some part of you is standing at attention I see... I hope my subjects haven't mistreated you! I hear there has been much celebration!"

Panting, the Demonic Energy in the air was like a fog, even as you saw the Jabberwocky give you a little nod of approval. You had drawn her attention away from the others. It showed courage, but you still didn't know if The Queen's attention on you was something you would survive.

"I have had some... /very/... Merry Unbirthdays... my Queen...," you moan softly. Panting as the heat rising in your body throbs inside. It would be hard to think, but you've become more and more acclimated to it. You don't know if the madness of this place is becoming easier to deal with or... ...if you are slowly going mad yourself.

"Mmm. I can /see/ that," she slowly begins approaching. Stepping with slow brushes of her tiny red shoes over the grass and onto the thick carpeting that the Hatter's tea party rests on. There were days when it rained, but the Hatter had raised great mushroom stalks and covered the party with large mushroom tops when that happened. Every step she took closer to you made the demonic energy pulsing into your body more intense. It was exquisite agony. Looking down at your hands, you can see ripples of darkness sliding under your skin. And you shiver. You're becoming an Incubus. The longer you spend in company with these women in this Demonic Realm, the more the transformation would take hold. And now, confronted by the source of the Demonic Energy of Wonderland, you are helplessly transforming at an incredibly faster rate.

A whimper passes your lips, and you moan. And then something inside you snaps... "Oh I don't even care anymore!"

You look into the Queen's eyes and say with a surprising new strength, "Please stop being mean to your subjects, my Queen. Your cruelty is unfitting for one so lovely as you. I don't remember how I came to be in this place, only that I was a scholar and my world was..." You shake your head, then continue, "The Chief God is still worshiped, but I am not one of her followers. I don't know my own name, my own history, or my own life anymore... but all I want right now is to make these girls at the Tea Party happy and celebrate with them. I will give you your due, my Queen, as you bid... but please... do not hurt them because they wanted my company. They were starved for male companionship and lost without it. Please... don't take me away from them..."

You couldn't bare to not see them anymore. The sleepy little Dormouse who was peeking out of the teapot with sleepy eyes, awoken by your impassioned speech, and actually had tiny tears forming in her eyes. The March Hare was looking at you as if she had never seen you before. She burst out laughing. Alice, peeking at you from her fluffy legs, smiled her sweetest smile. Just looking at her made you want to feel her pussy tight around your cock again. Laying across a tree limb, the Cheshire Cat reappeared. Smile first, then lewdly sprawled body and her fingers working between her legs as she watched you. Clearly your speech turned her on more then her lewd whispers did me when I first arrived. The Mad Hatter shared a wide and happy smile with you, removing her hat and doffing it to you in a bow that showed off her cleavage as she tugged her top open. She clearly was promising you a reward for your words.

And the Jabberwocky... she was looking at you with eyes that were immensely satisfied and troubled at the same time. She looked smug. But she also looked determined. I had a feeling that whatever the Queen of Hearts said, the Jabberwocky wasn't going to let you go so easily.

The Queen of Hearts listened to your words and paused, analyzing them with the madness in her eyes, then slowly continued to walk forward. Tentatively at first.

"You... like it here?"

Each step made the transformation more solidified inside you. You could /feel/ the Demonic Energy seeping into your very bones. You cried out and gasped, leaning back in the thick and comfy chair. Panting as you felt pain in the sides of your head and a sense of... change. You were sure if you reached up right now, You would feel horns sprouting from your skull.

"...Y-yes... my Queen. I want to stay... but I am yours for the command...," your words were weak, by your erection was not. It positively throbbed as she approached your still. You thought if she touched your that you would orgasm all over her pretty red dress and not be able to stop yourself. It was a good thing you were tied down, because you would be violating the Queen right there on the Teatray if you weren't.

"...That... is the first time anyone has ever said that... ...to me...," she said this as if she were amazed. Astounded even. You didn't know anymore what you were in my old world. The Monsters and Humans had coexisted, evolved, and modernized. Societies had formed and advancements came. Technologies rose and even though the Chief God ruled, the Monsters couldn't keep the advancement of science in check anymore. It was a modern world, you knew. It had been so long since the Demon Lord's transformation had remade the monster race. And this, before you, was one of her daughters. One of the beautiful daughters of her and the Hero who became her Husband and defied the Chief God to her face.

And now you knew why.

You also wondered how long Wonderland had existed... alone... isolated. Locked away in this twisted pocket Demon Realm. You wondered if there was any way to bring happiness or sanity to this place. To these beings who were twisted by the madness of a Succubus trapped in the body of a little girl who wanted to live in a fairy tale. A succubus girl who was born insane.

You wondered if you were mad too, for thinking you could in any way make Wonderland a better place.

But the love you felt for these girls who had trapped you here and made you their lover demanded that you try.

You were really was Mad as a Hatter, wasn't you?

You smiled as the Lilim closed the distance finally. The energies had stopped becoming painful. Your body, already affected by the mutagenic teas, stopped fighting the Lilim's powers and became an Incubus. A generator of Spiritual and Demonic Energy. So powerfully and perfectly male that your could pour an endless stream of Spiritual Energy into any Monster and satisfy their need to survive for the rest of your immortal life.

The beautiful girl Succubus Queen reached for you, asking tentatively, "...Have I found my King at last?"

And touched your face. And you were right. You came explosively, showering her beautiful red dress with semen and splashing her repeatedly. It went over her face, across one eye which closed with the splash of it, and she reacted with a little yelp as she turned her head away. The rest went into her hair and on her cheek, down across her pale neck. You could only watch as your semen began to run down her body like melted clotted cream.

It was like you had just hit her in the face with a pie.

They laughed.

The Hatter, the Hare, the Dormouse. The Damn Cat, Alice, the Jabberwocky. Even the Card Girls and the Bandersnatch all /burst/ into laughter. Or in the case of the Bandersnatch, a furious set of 'Wanwanwanwan' meant to be laughter. It was wild, it was insane, it was /mad/.

The Queen of Hearts reached up, gathering my semen into her fingers and gave it a little lick, even as her cheeks burned and she looked more then a little angry.

Panting, you just shook your head. Clearly your head was about to part from your shoulders. There was no way she was going to accept you now. Even as she spin and SNAPPED at all the girls, "STOP LAUGHING! STOP IT!"

All of them stopped, looking abashed, ashamed, and terrified in turns. They too realized they all might be executed for this. Dealing with an insane Queen for all these years. You wondered if you would be executed like the last man, your head removed to her shrill shriek... But, /she/ caused it... but... the embarrassment of the moment was intense.

She turned back to me, raising her semen covered hand up to your face and letting it dribble through her fingers.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Panting in the afterglow, you shook your head, then cocked it, "Perhaps... not King..." You breathed out. The look of disappointment in her eyes and the shock in everyone else's was plain. But you continued.

"...Should I... be your Knave?"

The Queen, her guards, her mount, all of the girls. They /blinked/ at me. You were not offering to rule them. You were offering... to make them happy. At least that was how you saw it.

The Queen clapped her hands together once, squelching more of your semen as she looked /utterly/ pleased in an instant, "That is it! That is exactly it! For no one could /POSSIBLY/ be my King! For no one is above me, let /alone/ my equal!" She spun in place, wings flaring and heart-shaped spade on her tail flicking. She then climbed onto you. Pulling herself onto your lap as her petticoats parted... and revealed herself as she sank down. "You will be my Knave! My Knight! My Loyal Servant! The Jester and Joy to bring to my land and my people and my court!"

Her tight, tiny little pussy enveloped your cock as she sank herself down onto you and smiled, lovingly brushing your cheek as she looked both utterly lewd and delighted at the same moment. Madness in her eyes with their heart-shaped pupils was there. But also something else. Something you had begin to recognize.

Love.

The love of a Monster for a Man.

You gave a moan as a pussy far tighter and far more intense then even that of dear little Alice enveloped you to the hilt. The Queen giving a little gasp of delight as the assembled crowd cheered. Snuggling into your lap like the happiest Little Princess to her proud proud father she looked, and her pussy, so tight around your cock, began to stimulate you in ways you hadn't begun to imagine. Her pussy was sweet, it was exquisite. It took you to peak again in moments as folds inside latched around the crown of your cock and licked up your semen right from the urethra opening and her long tail swished behind her more contentedly then the Damn Cat's ever did.

"Three CHAIRS for the JOKER! THE JOKER OF WONDERLAND!," cried out the Mad Hatter with delight. And her usual nonsense.

"HIP HIP, YAAAAAY!"
"HIP HIP, YAAAAAY!"
"HIP HIP, HOOOORAAAAAY!"

Laughing, falling back onto your comfy comfy chair... You made love to the Queen of Hearts while the Mad Hatter, March Hare, Dormouse, Cheshire Cat, The Jabberwocky, The Bandersnatch, the Cards, and the Alice watched joy on their faces... and waited their turns. The bindings on your wrists finally free, they rose and gathered the Queen tighter into your lap and allowed you to feel her beautiful young body under your touch and your new bone white skin. White like clown makeup.

The Queen, moaning in delight, bucked on your cock and after a solid, sweet and loving kiss, cried out, "LET THE CELEBRATIONS BEGIN!"

The damn teapots started to whistle, and psychedelic light begin to dance. And you laughed. Laughed and laughed and came and laughed and came again.

You were the Knave of Hearts. The Joker of Wonderland.

They're all still there.

Having a Teaparty that will never end.

Come, stay a while.

Stay forever.