Tea Time

We'd been walking through the forest for a while. Glaze had been trying to teach me some magic.

"So what can you do?" Glaze asked.

"I can turn invisible," I said.

"Why didn't you do that on Fantasy World?" Tank asked.

"I can't use it without going blind," I said.

I had to admit I was a little distracted by Glaze and Tank's nakedness. It was a view that I would burn into my memory forever. Their slender forms, Tank's large breasts, Glaze's small breasts. Tank's tallness compared to Glaze's only added to the image.

"Why are wearing that thing?" Tank asked.

"It's part of my robes!" Glaze said.

"It's just a small part of it," I said.

We came across a house. Spread out under a tree in front of the house was the layout of what looked like some sort of outdoor tea party. There was a long table in the middle of the area. Chairs of all different kinds were lined up along the sides of the table. The table filled from end to end with teacups, saucers, teapots, spoons, and cups of sugar.

Sat at the other end was a short man with grey hair, "Welcome, guests, to my tea party."

Tank wandered towards the table and picked up one teacup. She held it with both hands and examined the cup from all sides, the remaining tea spilling out of a hole in the cup. In fact all the cups had holes in them as the Mad Hatter drank out of his.

"So anyways, I see that you are all naked. But why is the Cheshire Cat wearing that... thing?"

"Cheshire Cat?" I asked.

"It was so long ago but you look just like him. It was another life," there Hatter said.

Could it be I was also the reincarnation of the Cheshire Cat?

"Was is it you're trying to hide anyway?" Tank asked, pulling my makeshift loincloth off.

They've seen it. I expected them to laugh at how tiny it is. Instead Tank knelt down in front of me. She took my quickly growing erection in her hands. A stunning blue skinned, white haired girl between my legs was looking up to me with stunning purple eyes. Tank wrapped her slender fingers around the base of my dick.

"Why were you hiding this?" Glaze asked.

"Because it... shrunk," I said.

"Felix, our whole bodies have shrunk. If anything it's still on the larger side," Glaze said.

Tank brought her lips closer to the head of my dick as her hand slowly pumped up and down. No, the horn on her head didn't stab me. It wasn't that long. Dribbles of pre-cum escaped the tip of my shaft, traveling down as gravity dictated, as I groaned in pleasure. Tank extended her tongue and slowly licked the drop of precum from the underside of my shaft up the slit where it came from.

Tank released her grip on my cock, holding it only at the base as her lips parted and took in the first inch of my dick.

Her tongue pressed against the sensitive spot on the underside of my cock, where head and shaft met and lightly massaged it as she took me slightly deeper.

As Tank started a slow rhythm of back and forth, sucking me deeper every time she pushed down, I moaned unable to resist any further.

Finally I could no longer hold it. I felt the semen boiling in my balls, ready to erupt. I looked down at the erotic side of this Oni bombshell at my crotch, almost my entire dick enveloped by her mouth. She opened her eyes, her purple, beautiful eyes. A sight to be lost in and without a doubt for a moment I lost myself as I came.

Mind and thought wiped away by pleasure spurts of semen shot down Tank’s throat. I let out a long moan as more and more of my semen went down her mouth.

Before I knew what I was doing, Glaze leaned in and kissed me. Tank released my dick and Glaze pushed me onto the table. I lay naked on my back, Glaze climbed onto the table and crawled over me. At first I thought she wanted to suck my dick as well but then she kept going until her pussy was above my face. She turned round, so her pussy was upside down.

She moaned as I laid my hands on her firm ass, pulling her down to get easy access to her crotch. My tongue parted her pussy lips and invaded. She was so wet already. Her fluids poured into my mouth as she sighed in delight.

A hand brushed through my hair. “Oh, oh yes.” She exhaled. My tongue flicked against her clit and Glaze produced a sharp moan. And the sharp moans kept coming.

The touch of Glaze's soft hands on my dick were a surprise. I saw how her tongue travelled along my dick. I moaned. She licked the tip of my dick and put it into her mouth.

I felt my cock throb and was about to blast out a giant a load. I lashed my tongue against Glaze's clit and was rewarded with a wave of girl-cum filling my mouth. I could only drown in pleasure. My seed made quick way through and spurted out of my dick, filling Glaze’s mouth. The red Oni was lost in her own orgasm but still managed to catch all of my seed.

The Hatter clapped his hands, "It's been a while since someone put up such a show. But the Queen of Hearts has ordered me to keep you from reaching her."

Could she have had something to do with Duncan and Dawn? I got up to continue my journey but I was stopped by the Hatter.

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" the Hatter asked.

I thought about it. Because it can produce a few notes, though they are very flat? Maybe Edgar Allan Poe wrote on both.

They're both in the same riddle? They can't swim very well? They have Ns and Es in them?

I gave out my first answer, "They're both made from same of matter!"

"Wrong!" the Hatter.

At that moment, Tank teleported onto a chair at the table. "I'm struck. It's like my ass has merged with the chair."

"You have two more guesses. For each one you get wrong, one of you will be made a part of my tea party where you'll become as mad as a hatter," the Hatter said.

I gave my second answer, "It isn't. A raven is nothing like a writing desk."

It was Glaze's turn to be teleported to one of the chairs.

"This is your last chance," the Hatter said.

I had to think carefully. There wasn't any logic to this riddle. Is it because neither is much like a bicycle? No, both answers I gave are technically correct. The Hatter clearly wants a specific answer. Is it 42? No! He probably doesn't know what Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is. Neither is made of cheese? It finally hit me.

"Because the Queen of Hearts said so. The reason a raven is like a writing desk is because the queen decreed it as such and anyone who disagrees will get their head chopped off!" I finally answered.

"Correct. Your friends will be released," the Hatter said.

"That's it? You're just letting us go?" I asked.

"There's not much else I can do. Time trapped me here. The March Hair is gone. All I have are my tea parties," the Hatter said.

We continued on our way.