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PREVIOUSLY ON BM: Honoka follows a rabbit down a hole and then makes some poor drinking decisions. LOTS of milk.
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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.
Chapter 35: A Democratic-Party And A Larger Tale
"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..."
