A little help from a little kitty...

As the leaves tugged and stroked across every erogenous zone on his lithe little body, Allen could feel himself on the very precipice of orgasm. His tiny balls were churning with seed, and his miniature shaft so hard as to be painful while these Geraniums lauded over his bubbly, bared bottom.

Poor Allen couldn’t have ever been redder before in his life when these laughing ladies finally coaxed his tiny willy to orgasm in front of their eyes. His eyes clenched tightly shut, fighting back tears at his own humiliation at his very public, very **** orgasm. Despite the shame causing his emotional pain, physical pleasure coursed through his body as he felt the hot ejaculate shoot from his tiny, turgid peen. They were small spurts, but there was an entire three of them, his tiny testicles churning as his little shaft shot them. He felt hot all over from embarrassment and arousal and he was sure his bare bubble butt was just as flushed as his other pair of cheeks!

The flowers laughed, cheered, and drank up as the femboy came in three bullet-like spurts onto their petals and roots. It was then that Allen briefly had the optimistic thought that they would let him go now that they had that... but then he felt leaves and petals stroking along his little bottom's crack, his tiny spent testicles, his shaft, even his nipples! They were going to try and get him hard to make him cum again! Would they ever let him go?

The tears came to Allen's eyes, **** to not give up but unsure what to do. But over the sadistic laughter and enthusiastic cheering of the Molesting Flowers... he heard a dissenting voice.

"My, my, my... Such a beautiful young man. Mmmm... And to think, under the throes of the Molesting Flowers, you refuse to give up? Mrrrr... Curious!"

The voice... It was a whisper, just in his ear, as if someone was there! But a glance and he saw no one! Strange... He knew he felt hot breath on his ears and the tickle of something, but the flowers weren't going for his ears!

"Who-Who are you?" Allen whimpered, feeling leaves and petals make tighter holds and more investigative caresses on his nude body.

"A curious question! Mooost~ curious. Who I am is a curious presence come to view a curiouser presence. But that is not the question, my little trapped mouse... What I am is far more important than who I am. Mmm... Purr."

The voice was clearly female. Sultry, seductive. The kind of sweet whisperings one might hear from the devil! "Well, wh-what are you?"

"I am someone who might just have use for you, my little rodent. You strike me as someone not familiar with this world... I could be your guide, you know. I'm quite familiar with these lands, and these lands are familiar with me. Oh yes, quite familiar, my mouse."

"The-These lands?" Allen squeaked, clenching everything as he felt a leaf seek entry in his little bumhole.

"Yes... Wonderland! Mrrrrr hm hm hm! Quite the curious place, you know. Deep beneath the world you're familiar with. A very mad, mad place. We're all mad here, but... Perhaps a bit of madness would help you navigate that madness? This is no place for the sane, you know. You need only ask, my mouse, and I shall save you from these catty flowers and be your guide for the remainder of your stay in the madness of Wonderland, but... only on one condition."

The voice purred eagerly, tempting Allen with a devil's deal. "Wh-What condition?"

"Become mine, rodent. After all, I am not offering out of the goodness of my own purring muscle. I have goals of my own, and you, a curious stranger in a curiouser strange land, might be just what I need to achieve them. I will save you and be your guide in Wonderland... But in exchange, I will own you, my little mouse. Mmmm, mrow. And you look so tasty."