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PREVIOUSLY ON BM: A caterpillar that is most definitely not a naga gives some advice and there is an orgy of disputed origins.
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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 37: Ms. Mock Turtle's Boutique, Who Stole The Tinctures And Honoka's Evidence
Before Honoka and the others collected themselves, from around the pillared feet of the Queen a group of women with owl faces, red feathers and wearing costumes to make these owl women appear as playing cards marched out and surrounded the group, pointing long halberds at everyone.
"By order of the Queen, you are hereby executed, followed by your trial where you will be found guilty." The one speaking was a card woman with the numeral five and the suit of hearts, which made it easy for Honoka to think of her as Ms. Five.
"Sh-shouldn't the trial c-come f-first?" Honoka asked, holding her muscled bulk as tightly as possible to keep herself warm, teeth chattering madly.
"Why should we do that?" Ms. Five asked, pulling her halberd back and aiming at Honoka's pathetic foot-long (31 cm) cock. "If there is a trial, you might be found in contempt. We can't have that, the Queen only finds you deplorable, not contemptible."
"That's not fair!" Honoka replied, growing indignant and stomping her foot, the outrage warming her up.
"If life was fair, I'd be in the middle of a threesome with cheerleader twins," Ms. Five replied, shaking her head sadly.
"Stay in character!" admonished another card-dressed owl woman, this one with a two of hearts, so it must be Ms. Two.
"Bite me, Hoyle," Ms. Five told Ms. Two, rolling her eyes. "If you'd read the book, you'd know we're almost done here."
"That's it!" Ms. Two then threw down her halberd and leaped at Ms. Five, bumping the pair into a Ms. Four, who pushed back and caused a Ms. Seven to join in. In less than a minute, the whole deck of cards were fighting, developing into quite the scrum.
"I wonder if we can make a discreet retreat?" Honoka whispered to the clustered Ms. Mouses, the limp and noodle Ms. Hatter and the slowly dripping and melting Ms. Hare.
The other three women nodded, tiptoeing away. Before egress was accomplished, the fight abruptly ended when the Queen roared, sweeping her hand down and gathered all the card women into her colossal fists. Tapping them on the ground, she split the deck, riffled the women with cries of shock and pain, then bent them into an arch and performed a neat cascade finish. This repeated three times before the large Queen dealt the card women out around the astonished Honoka and company and everything returned to how it had been.
"O...ok...um...where were we?" Ms. Five asked with an unsure mien, her entire body bending and swaying as if she spent a rather long day at the country fair.
Thinking fast, Honoka decided to use the nonsense of this place to her advantage for once. "You just finished executing us and were about to escort us to trial."
"Right." Ms. Five stood at attention, looking at the three women with a certain amount of discernment before signaling to Ms. Nine. "Take the guilty party to an appropriate seamstress so they can be found guilty in civilized attire."
Ms. Nine nodded, pushing the guilty women towards a large gryphon. The four mounted the beast and flew for a scant four flaps before landing outside a shop called
The Soup Kitchen.
Wondering how a kitchen relates to clothing, Honoka entered a proper boutique staffed by a short, middle-aged caucasian woman with curly brown hair, thick glasses and wearing a turtle shell on her back.
"Finally, thought I was going to stay here all night," the familiar woman stated when she hustled everyone into the store and closed the door.
"Stay in character!" Ms. Nine stated, though she looked subdued while saying it.
"Hush, I'm not even one of the wives, so I don't count," the lady whom Honoka thought must be Ms. Mock Turtle said while shooing the indignant Ms. Nine into a corner. "However, sometimes an orgy needs an extra MILF, so here I am."
"Aren't you supposed to tell us a story or whatever?" Ms. Hatter asked, trying to roll up her arms so they wouldn't flop around so much.
"I guess I could," Ms. Mock Turtle said, grabbing a blouse and holding it against Ms. Hare to see if yellow cotton worked on pink slime. "There was this one time I got lost in a sorority during pledge week. I found out the hard way there is literally more than one way to peel a banana and that a tandem bicycle can..."
On and on, the middle-aged woman talked, grabbing clothing at random and forcibly dressing pieces onto the horrified girls while they became prisoner to her story of utter debauchery and wanton lust. Ms. Nine looked pale as a sheet, and she was covered in feathers! After a time which seemed to last far longer than time should be able to count, the three women found themselves clothed, sexually educated, a little randy and mostly nauseous.
"...which is why I stopped eating cucumbers but found a love for eggplant." Clapping her hands, she presented the three women to a few full-length mirrors. "Enough about me, though, does this look like what you girls were aiming for?"
Honoka had been dressed in a half top, flared blue shoulders reaching down to cup under the black bodybuilt massive chest, leaving the stacked bricks of her abdomen exposed to a plunging skirt with only a few inches of fabric that did little to hide her mostly exposed black cock and balls held in a tight pair of white manties. From mid-muscled-thigh down, the young woman wore blue and white striped wool stockings. The final touches were industrial strength white pumps pushing her calves to either side of her legs. Over one shoulder hung the familiar bag with a cat face on the front, maybe with a smile a tad larger than Honoka remembered.
Ms. Mouses each wore simple grey unitards that ended at the shoulders and well above her hips, a narrow V plunging between her legs and coming around up her backs, mouse noses and ears well suited to the color. However, the mass of green mice gathered themselves up into the form of a single ten-foot-tall (3 m) woman, adorned in a tasteful grey bodice, grey and lacy knickers and simple white stockings and gloves. This mass of women even wore her own large nose and ears to match the smaller sets.
Ms. Hatter managed to pull herself together and sported a larger purple hat, black coat and tails over a purple vest and white shirt, purple slacks and patten leather shoes polished to a mirror shine. From somewhere, Ms. Mock Turtle managed to find an elegant cane with a knob in the shape of a penis made up all in gold, quite fetching with the rest of her costume.
