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The first to arrive at the tea party was the White Rabbit. As always, the forest clearing was softly illuminated by lanterns and glowing mushrooms, casting multicolored puddles of light across the eclectically set table. At its head was, of course, the host.
“Good afternoon, Rabbit,” said the Mad Hatter. “Early today, aren't you?”
“After what Cheshire pulled on me yesterday, I wanted to be a bit faster than him for once. Just to prove a point.” The Rabbit took his usual seat with a sigh.
“Oh?” The Hatter leaned over the table, resting his chin in hand. “Do tell, do tell. Perhaps I could help you.”
“Just the way he disrupted my work. Nothing too surprising.” Habitually, the white-furred gentleman checked his pocket watch. He didn't even know what he was looking for anymore. “Perhaps he was right that I could stand to relieve some stress, but he only left me with more...!” His fingers clenched around the handle of the empty teacup before him.
The tea party host listened with a thoughtful expression, nodding along, before hopping up and selecting a bright blue powder and a soft purple flower from the mushroom shelves.
“Lowered inhibitions, then, to act upon your desires, and energy and strength to do so well, I believe.” The flower went into the glass teapot, unfurling and blooming beautifully, letting out trails of pink essence.
“Today's selection is lovely to watch as well, isn't it, Rabbit?” Suddenly, the Cheshire Cat sat before him in his usual spot. How much had he heard? The pencil pusher flushed a deep red. “Wonder what it will do~” hummed the freewheeling cat.
The Hatter seemed unbothered by Cheshire's sudden arrival. It was to be expected, after all. The Cheshire Cat was a whirlwind of a creature, suddenly appearing in your life with a trickster's grin, driving you crazy before vanishing as suddenly as he arrived. And indeed he had arrived now, leaning on the table casually and flicking his long tail back and forth.
“Say, Hatter?” inquired the cat, “I want to feel like a puddle. Liquid. Unrestrained. Melted. How's that?” He glanced at the Rabbit as he spoke, a glint in his eye.
Rabbit swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat. Whatever the Hatter had up his sleeve, it had better work. His desires strained at the bars of their cage in his mind. Damn that cat and his expressions...
“That can be arranged.” The host's answer was simple, but he shot a look at Rabbit with unnerving intent. Oh, this had better be worth it.
The day's brew was simple, just that purple flower steeped to produce a pink-hued tea. And a pinch of that blue powder slipped into the White Rabbit's cup with a knowing wink. It shimmered and swirled in the cup, mesmerizing to watch... almost a shame to drink it, but he took a sip anyway. Floral, with a citrusy sour aftertaste. Not bad, but the Hatter had done better on flavor before.
Making idle conversation over tea was an important part of the ritual, in Rabbit's opinion. And yet, discussing this and that, any number of meaningless things... he couldn't process a word of it. His eyes were locked on Cheshire's face. Did the cat mean to keep shooting him glances, or was it all in his mind? Did the way his pink lips formed words always look so suggestive? It was maddening how everything about Cheshire seemed designed to taunt him. The rabbit was considering how best to drag him off somewhere dark and quiet.
“Well, gentlemen, I'm afraid I have an appointment elsewhere, but feel free to stay.” The Hatter's interruption was conveniently timed, almost as if it were planned that way. “Adieu~” he chirped, strolling off into the woods.
Oh, bless you, you damn alchemist, Rabbit thought, watching him leave. Only when the Hatter was completely out of his sight did he take action. Feeling bold, the hare stood up, leaned across the table, and roughly pulled Cheshire by the bow to kiss him. The cat let out a startled purr, but reciprocated instinctively. He had a tart taste to him, like berries, and a million kisses still wouldn't be enough of it. The tea party place settings lay between them, mockingly stopping Rabbit from just pulling Cheshire across the table altogether.
As if understanding his desire, in the blink of an eye, Cheshire vanished and reappeared, pushing Rabbit back into his seat and claiming his lap. Rabbit responded with a firm grasp on his hips and an uncharacteristic growl.
“You know,” said the hare through clenched teeth, biting and tugging at the cat's ribbon and pulling it loose, “I've been thinking about what you did yesterday. About what I should do to you when I catch you alone.”
Cheshire arched his back, offering himself towards Rabbit's efforts. “Haaaaa? And what did- hmm,” he hummed as Rabbit's lips brushed his neck, “What did you decide?”
“First, that you just have to find out.” He nipped at Cheshire's neck, leaving faint marks. His hands slid up to start unbuttoning the cat's shirt, while in response, he purred and tugged off the rabbit's bowtie. “And the rest, refer to number one.” Rabbit's hands were accustomed to speed, quickly scrawling out the king's missives, and now leaving the cat bare to the waist and continuing downwards. “These need to go,” he growled.
In a rare show of obedience, Cheshire hopped off of Rabbit's lap and began removing his trousers with a completely unnecessary sway in his hips that had Rabbit cursing as he tugged his own off. The cat laid across a softly glowing mushroom, tail swishing back and forth. “I'm waiting for you to show me, you know.” His laughing purr drove Rabbit deeper into his own lust.
The hare, ever meticulous, insisted on folding his trousers even in his most heated moments. As he set them on the table, he noticed a bottle that hadn't been there before. “USE ME,” read the handwritten label. Hatter, you convenient bastard. Rabbit uncorked it and took a deep whiff of it. The thick fluid had a pleasant smell of lavender. When he dipped his finger in it, he could feel his pulse in his own fingertips. He approached the outstretched cat and swiped it across his lips with a silent smirk. Predictably, Cheshire licked at the finger.
“It's like clover honey, but... oh...” The cat's eyes grew wide as he trailed off, looking up desperately with his tongue sticking out a bit.
“But you feel it, don't you? You want to enjoy it more... Unlike someone, I won't begrudge you a bit of pleasure if you're ready for it. I'll let you use your mouth first.” Rabbit offered his finger again, and the cat eagerly began licking and sucking it, his magenta eyes glazing over. The hare had to admit, even his fingers were feeling affected. He presented his three-quarter mast staff instead and was welcomed into Cheshire's enthusiastic mouth, his tongue swirling around in pursuit of a fleeting sensation.
Rabbit groaned, rocking his hips for a bit of extra stimulation. His clean hand, tangled in soft pink hair, let go and fumbled for the bottle again, recoating his fingers and reaching out. His finger traced around the cat's entrance with a light touch, eliciting a whimper that vibrated through him. Rabbit slid the first finger in with little resistance, aiming straight for the most sensitive spot.
Cheshire moaned openly through the mouthful Rabbit had given him, which only encouraged the hare to add a second finger and begin truly preparing him. The grip around his fingers was satisfyingly tight, but gave way with ease when he thrust them deeper. This made the cat purr deeply as he sucked.
Rabbit was truly driven mad. The vibrations pushed him over the edge, spilling his first orgasm into the cat's mouth, dripping down his chin as the hare withdrew his still rigid cock. His leporine stamina had only just begun. Stupefied, Cheshire's mouth hung open as he stared up before he could swallow.
“I'm not done yet, kitten,” Rabbit whispered, leaning in close before licking his own spilled seed from Cheshire's face.
He walked around to the other side, trailing a hand down the cat's back, lingering at the spot at the base of his tail that always made him shiver and twitch. He positioned himself at Cheshire's entrance, tracing around it with the tip, but not entering until the cat cried out in frustration. “Please,” he moaned, “take me already.”
This was all the hare needed. He poured the liquid over his member, instantly feeling the throb. He slid in gently, but that was all, as he began thrusting aggressively, drawing a string of gasps and moans from beneath him. His hands gripped tightly around the cat's hips, occasionally letting go to smack Cheshire's tight ass.
Though Rabbit was unable to see his face, Cheshire's hands gave away his expression. Gripping and kneading at the surface beneath him, he was definitely melting with pleasure as the hare pounded into him, intensified by the mysterious USE ME bottle. He had already clawed marks into the soft mushroom. A purr resonated between moans. The Cheshire Cat's secret technique– a deep, rumbling purr that could be felt throughout his body, echoing into whoever touched him. Soothing in the right circumstances, but utterly maddening like this.
“Rabbit,” he moaned, “Rabbit, I'm so close–”
“Cum all you like,” growled the hare. With a loud moan, the cat burst over, painting the surface beneath him white. Still, Rabbit didn't let up. He continued at a rabbit's characteristic pace, frenzied and unyielding.
Though he was a twitching, overstimulated mess, Cheshire only cried out for more as the White Rabbit drove himself to a second orgasm and didn't stop there. “One more round, hmm?” The cat could only purr in response.
Focusing on the feeling of slapping against Cheshire's ass, Rabbit kept driving himself deeper. This was it, this was what he needed, damn cat making him wait– until he was at the edge again. “Feeling good, kitten?” he groaned, reaching around to finally grab Cheshire's cock. It pulsed beneath his fingers. The final added stimulation was too much for the cat, and with a weak moan, he came into Rabbit's hand as he pumped into his ass again.
With a sigh, Rabbit pulled out and picked up a borrowed tea napkin to wipe them both clean. “I needed that.”
Exhausted, Cheshire grinned. “I know.”
A third voice called out from beyond the clearing. “Are you two decent yet, or did I make the tea too strong?”
“Go away!” groaned the rabbit, as the cat only laughed.