Update, kinda-AU kinda-not, this is slightly complicated but I had ridiculous amounts of fun writing it so enjoy.
In case y'all noticed, I'm taking a break from some of the more M-rated aspects of 'perverse', so this is all fairly friendly stuff.
A little brown-haired girl, wearing a blue dress with a white frilled apron and socks, black shoes and a wide blue band on her hair that kept it off her face and out of bother, wandered through the woods with a rather lost expression on her face and mushrooms in her pockets.
"Curiouser and curiouser…" Mikan said to herself, for she had not expected anyone to hear but her own ears. However this was not the case, as from the branches of one of the trees above her a set of deep amber eyes suddenly flashed crimson and crept closer.
"It feels almost as if I'm being watched." She said to herself nonchalantly, and folding her hands behind her back (as she was worried that she might look improper to whoever was watching her) she strode on through the forest.
"I wouldn't go that way, if I were you…" A jeering voice rang out through the trees all of a sudden, and Mikan was half-ways expecting it to be the trees that were talking; she had experienced such curious things to-day already that conversational trees would not be queer in the slightest.
"Hello?" She questioned brightly, "Who is that?" Out of the boughs of a particularly large and knarled tree a head popped, and with an unmoving grin it said.
"But then again, if I were you then I wouldn't go the other way, either." The bright eyes and shiny teeth of this creature rather unsettled Mikan, as they did not twitch nor did they blink, and she thought it most peculiar that such a being could exist as to not blink its eyes to see or open its mouth to speak.
"Well, which way would you go?" She demanded briskly, thinking that perhaps if she let this thing know she was not afraid it would not grin at her in such a menacing way.
"My way?" The creature rose further from the knots of the tree and Mikan quickly noticed that it was in fact a cat, with black ears and a black face and a long black tail that curled around the branches in a luxurious manner. "Is far too complex for a stupid girl."
"I am not stupid!" Mikan shrieked and stamped her foot again, "you are just a simple cat! If I were my real size I could pick you up in my arms and cradle you like a baby!" This was all verymuch true, as Mikan regularly picked up her cat Dinah in such a manner; whether Dinah liked it or not.
At this the cat laughed, and reaching up an abnormally un-cat-like paw to its face, wrapped its fingers around the front part of its jaw and pulled it away. Mikan was about to scream at the sight of an animal removing its own face when she saw that underneath was the face of a boy of all things – it had only been a mask!
"I," the boy said with a much lesser smirk, which was more of a frown if Mikan thought about it, "am a Cheshire Cat, and we do not get picked up and cuddled by lost girls in mad worlds." It was now that Mikan noticed some curious things about this 'Cheshire Cat': for one he did not look very cat-like at all, however, contrawisely he did sport some rather cat-like ears and whiskers, along with his furry black tail. These did not seem to be attached to his mask, but were verymuch a part of him: the ears sprouting from within his messy crop of dark hair atop his head.
"Well, Cheshire puss," Mikan said anew, for she liked to start things over if she felt they were going in too dire a direction, "perhaps you could help me find my way?" The Cheshire cat slid down the tree and placed his boylike feet on the ground, strolling up to Mikan and twitching his feline ears at her as he circled her. Eventually he stood up behind her, very close, almost too close considering he appeared to be more young-boy than he was cat, and purred in her ear.
"If you take that road," he pointed over her shoulder to one side of a fork in the path she was following, "you will reach the March Hare's home. He's mad."
"Mad?" repeated Mikan as she shook herself way away from the invasive red-eyed Cheshire puss, "then I shan't take that road!" Curling his tail around her as he sidled up behind her again, the boy-cat pointed towards the other road.
"Then take that road." He instructed, "it will take you to the Mad Hatter's home."
"Oh good," Said Mikan proudly and was about to set off down the path as briskly as she could, in order to distance herself from this peculiar animal, "and he or she is not mad?"
"Oh noooo," The cat purred with a smirk, "she's mad too." Mikan stopped mid-stride and stamped both her feet a full three times on the ground, becoming very fed up with this game the Cheshire cat was playing.
"Well I don't want to see her either!" She protested, "Who is not mad around here?" The cat smiled again and drew up close to her, until they were almost nose-to-nose.
"We're all mad." He grinned, "The Mad Hatter, The March Hare… me… you…"
"I am not mad!" Mikan shouted very boldly, "I am not mad in the slightest!" The cat laughed in an extremely growly way and stuck the end of his tongue out between his lips.
"Of course you are," he teased, "or you wouldn't be here." Mikan frowned and stamped her foot and pounded her fist against her palm.
"I am not!" She screamed, and the cat bristled his ears away from her, "Now show me how to get out of this place right this minute or I shall grow into a giant and shake you until you disappear!" For the first time, the Cheshire cat grinned like the smile on his mask.
"If you insist, madam," he purred, "I will show you my way." He leaned across and pressed his pursed lips against Mikan's, moving back a short way and then kissing her again as her mouth fell open in fright.
Mikan learnt that his tongue was also rough like a cats, and when this Cheshire-boy was pleased he made little miaowing sounds, which she found oddly entertaining if not for the fact that she was being most rudely kissed by a cat of all creatures.
Then she saw the boy-cat was slowly disappearing, with the tip of his tail vanishing first, and it going up and up and up, until it was his mouth that was the only thing left, which Mikan found to be a very peculiar experience – "I've seen a boy without being kissed!" She thought, "But I've never been kissed without a boy!"
Mikan sat up in bed all of a sudden and grasped her mouth; it was alone, and unsullied by tickly whiskers or sandpaper tongues – much to her surprise. She then realized that she was in fact under the cherry-tree in the Alice Academy and had fallen asleep in the golden afternoon.
"Oh, I've had such a curious dream!" Said Mikan, and just then Natsume walked by with a set of bristly cat-ears poking out of each side of his head.
"What's up with you, Polka-dot panties girl?" he asked gruffly, and looking up and seeing those ears Mikan shrieked and clasped her hands over her lips.
"Get away from me you perverted Cheshire Cat!" She screamed as she scrambled to her feet and ran away simply as fast as her legs could carry her, and behind Natsume walked Ruka with a Hare in his arms while not far away lurked Hotaru working on her newest invention with a butter knife and a 10/6 railway ticket.
"What's up with her?" Said Ruka as his usagi-chan hopped up onto his shoulder and Natsume took off the set of ears Narumi-sensei had given him to wear instead of his Alice-limiting mask.
"No idea." Replied Natsume, and then grinned a rather Cheshire Cat-like smile to himself.
I suppose this could technically be classed as some weird form of beastiality? :P
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