Cheshire though? Cheshire I’d own and I’d delight in it.
The power I felt turning Cheshire into my pet made me teeter on the edge of mania. Owning Cheshire felt like owning all of Wonderland. However, there was another reason I did what I did. The cat was trying to hurt Alice and I wouldn’t let him if I could stop it.
If she didn’t want to remember things, what place was it of ours to force her to remember? It was cruel. And yet he had the audacity to act like I was the cruel one by allowing her to forget.
Our weekly tea party was today. Timed perfectly to show off my new pet.
“Wake up,” I said. Immediately Cheshire’s eyes popped open. Slowly he turned his head to me while his arms tightened around a still sleeping Alice. My eyes dragged down his body and it gave me an idea for today’s party.
“Time for tea,” I said. He curled an eyebrow, smiling at me.
“Oh?” He asked. I chuckled. He had no idea how I planned to parade him as my pet. He exploded into a cloud of blue and green smoke. A cat came strolling out of the magic, smiling up at me.
“Alice,” I said, pressing a hand to her foot. She woke up with a yawn, stretching her body out. She blinked up at the canopy above my bed for a moment.
Sometimes when Alice woke up, I wasn’t sure she’d remember where she was. I both feared and hoped she’d forget the entire sideways visit this week. That she’d stumble back out into the woods, thinking it all just another dream, albeit not the most pleasant of dreams she’d had.
That was what I was to Alice after all. A dream. So many dreams. But her dreams were my reality. Alice had been coming to me for some time now and I played this game with her over and over, pretending as if it was the very first time we met. Pretending as if I hadn’t already fallen in love. Hadn’t tasted her body a hundred times.
Each time was the first for her and there was pleasure in that—delight in the way she looked upon me as if every time was the first, opening her legs to moan and shudder at the novelty that never ended. I adored her worship and I adored her seeking me out despite not remembering me. We were lovers not held back by such a flimsy thing as memory.
This time it had all gone to hell because of Cheshire. He could no longer deal with his jealousy, could he? I hadn’t even realised he was obsessed with her. That he’d been plotting as he always did. Plotting to take her away from me and whisper things into her ear.
“Mmm,” Alice hummed, getting up in bed and blinking at the both of us.
“It’s time for tea,” Cheshire told her. He started to pad towards her but I snatched him up by the scruff of his neck. He glared at me as I raised him to my face.
“Now be a good kitty, Cheshire.” He just smiled, making my eye twitch. I dropped him into one of my arms to rest on as Alice got ready and then I led us into the main room.
Today I’d asked Mad Hatter for tea inside. It would be right in the middle of the Den of Debauchery instead of hidden away outside. I wanted everyone to see Cheshire and what he’d become.
Everyone else was already there. Mad Hatter looked bored, twirling her ringlets in her gloved fingers as she glared at the Tweedle Twins. She hated them—most all of us did. Luckily, they didn’t come to many tea parties despite having the invite.
Today they sat there, hand in hand staring at Mad Hatter with matching blank expressions. They had blonde hair but dark, dark eyes. Their skin was paper thin, blue veins visible in their cheeks. The two men looked more like puppets lacking souls than something truly alive. One had to wonder if that was more the truth–if Wonderland had turned them into two empty vessels.
“This is why everyone hates you two,” Hatter offered as they stared at her. “Creepy,” she mumbled before her eyes slid to us. She looked Alice up and down then saw Cheshire in my arms.
“Hmm,” she hummed in interest, tapping her fingers on the tabletop.
Alice stared at March Hare. He was looking much worse for wear. Dying had a way of doing that. His eyes had turned into opals, milky and colourful. He also had a tremor and was laughing under his breath, trying to muffle it behind his paw. Alice blinked at him in confusion but said nothing. She was like that, seeing things she couldn’t remember and paying them little mind.
I sat at the opposite end of the table from Mad Hatter, at the other head. She raised an eyebrow and then watched as Cheshire leapt from my arm onto the table, sprawling on the edge.
“Come now, pet, sit in my lap,” I said. The Queen of Hearts looked at me as if I’d just asked for my head to be taken off. Everyone was silent and I revelled in their attention to this. Cheshire snorted but did as I asked, leaping into my lap, paws pressing into my caterpillar tail. I picked him up and put him back on the table.
“No, not like that. Shift,” I commanded. He laughed and did as I said.
“Shaheen, I think you have something naughty on your mind,” he purred, smiling wider. I gripped his hips and pulled him to me, twisting him around and pushing him forward. His hands clutched the table in front of us.
My erection freed itself as I gripped his hips tighter and pulled him close.
“I want my pussy to sitrighthere,” I said loudly in elation, pulling him down so that I lined up with his hole. I thought at any moment he’d break—lose his composure and leap up. Instead, he relaxed to let me slide inside him. He let me pull him one inch at a time down my ridged cock, hugging it tightly until I was seated fully inside him.
“What a good kitty,” I rasped, pressing my mouth to his neck. “I have half the mind to fill you with my eggs.” He clenched around me and I groaned. “God, tightening because of that. You really must want them.” I leaned back and chuckled, still buried to the hilt. I licked my lips and grabbed his tail, giving it a little tug.
“Isn’t this a surprising sight?” I asked the room. My eyes looked past the table to see the workers and patrons of Cheshire’s Den in the booths surrounding us. They were watching me with mouths agape.
“Not really,” Mad Hatter sighed, launching herself at the very same scone one of the Tweedle Twins was after. She flung it in her mouth and chomped frantically while glaring at them. The twins looked at her without expression.
