"Thank you."

Allen moved to stand from where he'd apparently been laid to rest against a tree, hands still tightly cupping his spent, flaccid little penis and balls. He moved to kneel before the pink cat, legs spread and hands still guarding his boy parts. The cat watched him with a smug grin, an intelligence in its glowing yellow eyes that told Allen that this pink cat was likely his rescuer, as foolish as that sounded. But Allen did not know that a cat could be pink, nor did he know a cat could grin! So he felt it only proper that, intelligent or not, he show respect to this feline for his rescue. After all, better safe than sorry.

The pink puss gave a mild start when the naked lad leaned forward, unmistakably giving a prostrating bow to the little feline before him. There was a saying among the dairy farmers of the English county of Cheshire, that one was 'grinning like a Cheshire cat.' Allen never understood why they used the saying, but his maid suggested that it was due to the fine milk made in Cheshire. Perhaps it was this memory that caused him to address the grinning cat as he did.

"Thank you, Cheshire Puss."

The pink feline's fur bristled, her ears alert and tail sticking up. This time, when Allen heard the feminine voice, it was unmistakable that of the cat, though it still echoed around him as opposed to emerging from the cat herself.

"Wh-What? Why are you thanking me, mouse?"

Compared to her previously mischievous and sultry tones, the Cheshire Cat appeared downright flustered by Allen's actions. The young lad briefly wondered if he had committed a social faux pas. After all, he was raised among the British elite and taught impeccable etiquette, but he was a stranger in a strange land. It was possible they had very different views on manners here. Thus, Allen felt it best to clarify his actions.

"You saved my life. It is only polite to thank you, at the very least."

There was a distinct yowling sound of an annoyed cat coming from the feline's throat, even as her voice spoke around them.

"Saved your life? Do not be daft, rodent! I enslaved you! You are my servant now! How dare you thank me when I did what I did without a shred of care for your well-being! You are a pawn in my own goals, nothing more! Know your place, mouse!"

Face scrunched up in aggressive frustration, the pink puss reached forward and swatted at the top of Allen's long, blonde locks. Though she was so gentle, it was more of a pat or soft batting. Allen looked into the cat's glowing yellow eyes, confusion on his face. "U-Um... I understand you had your own reasons, but you still did something I can only hope to one day repay you for, Cheshire Puss."

She bat his head more frantically, but no more forcefully. As Allen sat up, his hands moving back to cup his exposed penis, the Cheshire Cat missed one of her paw swipes, instead tipping over onto her back and rather fluidly shifting to kicking and biting at some of the young lad's hanging golden tresses. It was almost like an involuntary action she naturally transitioned to, though the voice speaking around him betrayed no distraction to feline pleasures.

"S-Stop that! I-I am your mistress!"

"Stop what, Cheshire Puss?"

"Stop, you know... th-thanking me! You nincompoop! You silly fool! And do not call me puss! If you must call me such a name, address me as Cheshire Cat instead of puss! Really, the nerve of some rodents!"

Allen smiled, reaching for one of his locks of blonde hair and making it dance, further exciting the playing of the pink housecat on the dirt ground in front of him. This seemed to get the little Cheshire Cat all the more riled up as she frantically batted and snapped at the dangly implement. "Cheshire Cat, if I may be so curious, how did you save me from the flowers?"

That snapped the Cheshire Cat out of it. She rolled over onto her feet, sitting her rear down and proceeding to lick at her paw and use it to clean behind her ears. She kept speaking around him even as she groomed herself, almost making the action appear like an intentionally affected look of nonchalance.

"Ah, I suppose you do not remember after you briefly passed out! Well, do not fear, my mouse! I may not look it, but I am quite capable in a bout of fisticuffs! After all, a lady must learn how to take care of herself in a world like Wonderland. Nya ha ha ha!"

Allen giggled. He reached forward and began to scritch at the Cheshire Cat's ears, cheek, and chin. The contact caused her to immediately halt her grooming. Like any good lap kitty, she responded by leaning her head forward, smiling, and closing her eyes as she surrendered to his fingers. Allen had a cat back at the estate, Dinah. A skilled mouser, but give her a saucer of cream and a dexterous set of fingers and she was putty in Allen's hand. It looked like the Cheshire Cat was hardly any different.

"Ohhh... stop! Cease, rodent! I am your mistress, and I will not be patronized like this!"