Hatter was unusually excited. Today was one of the highlights of the season and as usual most of the elite of Wonderland would be wearing his latest creations. Haute Couture was his livelihood and the annual event that bought all of society together dressed in their finest meant a payday that would ensure an adequate supply of both Darjeeling and perfumed ass pomade. The Commodores Pavilion was bustling with activity, tables being busily prepared for luncheon and heavy wagers being placed at the bookmakers stands on one crew or another. From the odds shown it was apparent to Alice that the Red Queens crew was heavily favored. In fact the chalk boards were showing odds of twenty to one on, an almost impossibly small chance of them failing to win.
"Hatter, why does everyone bet on the Red Crew?"
"Because the Queen cheats of course, it's a certainty!"
"But that's really not fair!"
Hatter shook his head at the girl's naivety. Politics demanded that the Red Queen had to win. Indeed the only reason anyone ever bet against Red was in the blind hope that a sea serpent would rise up from the deep and eat the boat and crew whole before it crossed the finish line. Chances of that were quite remote and even then the Queen would probably overturn the result for some obtuse rule infringement.
"Who is that Hatter?"
Alice had spotted a very fine figure of a man, dressed in an impeccable morning suit and studying a large gold watch he had retrieved from his waistcoat pocket.
"That's Peter Rabbit of course, the Queens official timekeeper. He starts and finishes everything!"
Alice was about to make further inquiries when a shrill blast of whistles cut through the crowd's cacophony and three corridors opened as jauntily dressed sailors made room for the participants to carry their craft to the jetty. Each craft was toted on the shoulders of the eight crewmen and led by a much smaller individual with a large megaphone. Behind each hull trailed eight very cheap looking girls more suitably dressed for a burlesque show than a major sporting event.
"It's a rowing race!"
Having been to many a rowing regatta in support of her college Alice was suddenly feeling very at home.
"Well yes everyone knows that."
Celia had arrived at Alice's side and felt it immediately necessary to put her in her place.
"I was just trying to get in the right spirit Celia."
For once Alice's put down expression had some effect and Celia reached under her skirt and tweaked the ever ready hard clitoris.
Sorry Alice didn't mean to be a damp squid."
It had been several hours since her last climax and Alice squirted with appreciation on Celia's fingers.
The crew lowered the racing craft carefully into the water and one by one took their places in the very sleek hulls. Finally satisfied all was ready the minuscule coxswains climbed aboard removing their lower garments to expose huge gnarled phallus's. It was then Alice noticed something was missing.
"Where are the oars?"
Hatter and Celia answered in chorus.
"They're standing on the jetty of course!"
Alice sighed loudly and said nothing. The difficulty with Wonderland was nothing seemed to make sense unless taken with a huge pinch of snuff. She had started to understand that not everything in existence had to have any other purpose beyond making life more pleasurable. As if to amplify the point Celia rotated the rifled butt plug Alice was wearing sufficiently to make her tight sphincter ooze a little joy.
"I used to be a sculling oar."
Doreen had finally caught up with the other three and had draped herself around a 'keep of the grass' sign to facilitate remaining upright.
"Three years I practiced stroking till I was quite the expert. Then the Commodore changed the rules."
"No use being bitter Doreen. The path to perfect penetration is purposely populated with piteous proclamations!"
"Oh Hatter I do love it when you Pee for us!"
"Is the Commodore very grand?"
Alice decided to move the conversation away from Hatters urinal capacity simply to cease her own uteruses constant contraction.
"The Griffin is without doubt the grandest of all the Wonderland inhabitants, if you discount the Lion and Unicorn of course."
Doreen was trying hard to continue her involvement in the discussion but had slipped to her knees already.
"A Griffin? He must be very frightening to behold."
"Not at all cow, in fact he is just a big pussycat."
Alice suddenly felt the intense itching between her thighs that indicated that Cheshire was beginning to appear again.
"Where did that meow come from?"
Celia was looking around their feet expecting to see some stray.
"I need to use the bathroom."
Alice decided that retreat was a better course of action than trying to explain her metamorphic vagina.
"Let me show you the way."
Celia was very keen on the idea of having Alice squat in front of her. Something about the thought of a piss soaked labia was so appealing.
"Thank you Celia but I am sure I can find the way."
Alice turned away quickly before any further discussion could take place and headed in the general direction of a distinctly urinary aroma.
"Don't be a too long the races are about to start. You don't want to miss them dipping the oars in the water."
The restroom tents stood out splendidly in their bright yellow color, especially with the addition of red flecks splattered about in a very bright show.
"Thank god for that. I can breathe again."
Cheshire started to speak as soon as Alice's flow allowed for an interruption. The luxuriant ginger coat had returned in its full glory.
"Are you going to insist on stuffing my mouth with anything and everything you can find?"
In a form of answer Alice started to finger the puss's mouth deep and hard. The resultant fanfare from her ass reverberated around the canvas cubicle for several minutes.
