This contains lesbian erotic content and hints of incest. So if that disturbs you, don't continue reading. Also bear in mind that this is all fiction and nothing to be taken seriously.
As the flames danced and flickered in the depths of the underworld, Hades paced back and forth in his grand, obsidian throne room. The place had a twisted blend of grandeur and decay. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of torment and despair, while the air was thick with the acrid scent of sulfur and brimstone. Shadows danced along the cold, obsidian floors, casting an eerie glow upon his surroundings.
Hades' dark, piercing eyes blazed with a malevolence that could send shivers down even the bravest of souls. His fiery hair seemed to mirror the blistering rage that simmered within him as his patience was withering away.
Megara entered the room, holding a piece of mirror in her delicate hands. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face with a touch of defiant elegance. Her eyes met Hades' gaze without flinching.
The ruler of the underworld's demeanor changed as he approached Megara with an eager grin, his voice dripping with anticipation.
"Megara, my dear delicious subordinate, I never doubted you for a second," he exclaimed, his tone laced with a mix of triumph and mischief.
Megara's lips curled into a smirk as she held the mirror piece aloft. "Will you now tell me what will you do with this supposed key to doom? I'm sure Mickey Mouse is shaking in his oversized boots." Megara's voice was as always dripping with snark.
Hades leaned back in his throne, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he regarded Megara. "Oh, Meg, my fiery siren, once I unravel the secrets of this mirror, those happy campers won't know what hit 'em."
Megara's eyes narrowed, her skepticism unwavering. "What if this all-powerful mirror of yours holds nothing but smoke and… well… mirrors?"
Hades stood up and snatched the piece of glass out of Megara's hands. "We'll see, won't we?"
From behind a dark red curtain, Hades brought out the big magical mirror that Megara had retrieved from Malificent's forbidden mountain a while ago. It was still missing a small piece in its corner with the same figure and size of the small mirror that was now in Hades' dark hands.
As he reached out to place the mirror piece in its designated frame, the air in the room started to crackle with an otherworldly energy, and a faint, ethereal glow enveloped the mirror. The glow seemed to defy the laws of nature, its colors shifting and swirling in mesmerizing patterns.
Megara was awe-struck. She had never seen anything like it. Hades threw her a complacent look out of the corner of his eye. He then faced the glowing mirror and spoke in a cold menacing voice.
"Slave in the magic mirror, come from the farthest space, through wind and darkness I summon thee. Speak. Let me see thy face."
The mirror's surface suddenly began to change, and a lavender and green theatrical mask with hollowed eye sockets and mouth appeared floating in the middle of the frame with purple smoke around it.
"What wouldst thou know, my King?" it said.
"Magic mirror on the wall, tell me who can bring doom to all?" Hades said, a wicked smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"Beyond the borders of the land, ruling the mad and deranged, Queen Alice of Wonderland, the one with power to bring Disneyland to its dark fate," the magic mirror answered.
The surface once again shifted and now a vision of unsettling beauty emerged from the depths of the mirror's enchantment. A female figure appeared in the frame.
Alice stood tall, her silhouette bathed in an eerie, ethereal light. Her once innocent and gentle demeanor had transformed. Her porcelain skin glowed with an otherworldly luminescence, casting an almost ghostly pallor upon her features. Her striking blue eyes, once filled with curiosity, now held a glint of madness and mischief.
Her hair, once cascading in golden curls, now twisted and tangled in a wild, unkempt manner. Streaks of vibrant purple, electric blue, and fiery red intertwined with the golden strands. There was an air of untamed chaos about her.
Her attire, too, had undergone a transformation. She wore a regal dress that clung to her figure, accentuating her curves, yet there was an unsettling quality to its design. Strange symbols and twisted motifs adorned the fabric, hinting at a darkness that lurked beneath her enchanting facade.
As Megara beheld Alice, she tilted her head in bewilderment. "Who the fuck is that?"
"If I had to take a wild guess, I'd say it's Queen Alice of Wonderland," Hades mocked, as Megara stepped closer to the mirror with the cursed image of the blonde girl. It was like it was drawing her in somehow.
"Look at the flowers," Meg said and pointed at the vegetation growing wildly around Alice. "I've never seen that color before."
Megara spoke as if hypnotized. Then she turned around and looked at Hades' unbothered expression. "It doesn't look like anything I've seen in Disneyland before."
"Maybe those luscious locks of yours is making your hearing a little rutty. The scary mask clearly said Wonderland, not Disneyland."
"Are you saying, there are multiple parallel worlds? Like a multiverse?"
"Frankly, my dear, I don't have a clue." Hades gently pushed Megara closer to the mirror. "I guess that's for you to find out, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"That thing isn't just a mirror, Meg, my sweet," Hades said. "It's a portal. And now that I have every piece assembled, it should take you straight to this Alice character."
Megara looked astonished at the mirror, then at Hades, then at the mirror again.
"Am I supposed to… just walk through it?"
"I suppose you can skip through it, if you want."
Megara scowled. It was usually her who out-snarked him.
"And then what?" she said. "What do you want me to with this Alice girl?"
"The mirror said," Hades said slowly, making it seem like he was talking to toddler. "That girl supposedly holds the power to bring the apocalypse to Disneyland, which is most advantageous to me, as you can imagine. So figure out what her deal is, and bring her to me."
"And how am I supposed to do that?"
Hades spoke calmly. "I hate to sound like a broken record, but…". His faced suddenly turned fiery red and the flames in his hair went in every direction. "FIGURE IT OUT!"
Megara remained composed. She was used to those temper outbursts, and knew he'd calm down quickly. "Okay, I get it."
Hades' hair turned blue again and his faced regained its pale color. "Good. Do not disappoint me."
Megara turned towards the mirror and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and stepped forward, not knowing what to expect. As she went through the mirror's surface, it felt like going through some liquid substance. Once she was on the other side, she opened her eyes and took in her incredible new surroundings.
She found herself in a mixture of a field and a forest. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of an assortment of flora that seemed to have sprung from a surrealist's canvas. The flowers bloomed in an eccentric array of shapes and sizes, boasting petals that resembled miniature umbrellas, spiral staircases, and pulsating geometric patterns. Their vivid colors ranged from iridescent blues to neon oranges, radiating an otherworldly glow that illuminated the surroundings.
The trees' trunks twisted and contorted like serpents frozen mid-dance. The foliage was composed of leaves that resembled shimmering silver coins, their metallic sheen catching the light with a captivating gleam. The branches stretched out like elongated limbs, curving and intertwining with one another, forming intricate lattices that gave an illusion of a living, breathing maze.
The air she breathed carried an ethereal fragrance, a blend of sweet vanilla and hints of lavender, mingling with an underlying scent of freshly baked bread. The aroma seemed to emanate from a nearby stream that flowed with a peculiar liquid. Instead of water, the stream was filled with a syrupy concoction that changed colors as it meandered along its course. Its hues shifted from a vibrant cerulean blue to a fiery crimson, the sight resembling a river of liquid rainbows.
Creatures native to Wonderland scuttled about, their appearances akin to a surreal menagerie. A rabbit with elongated limbs and ears that swayed like willow branches hopped past her, wearing a waistcoat adorned with pocket watches of varying sizes. A flock of birds with feathers that morphed into kaleidoscopic patterns in mid-flight swooped overhead, their melodious chirps carrying an otherworldly melody.
In the distance, Megara spotted a gathering of sentient objects engaged in animated conversations. Teacups with animated faces exchanged gossip with saucers that sprouted tiny legs and walked about, while teapots emitted musical notes that created a harmonious symphony in the air.
Alice, however, was nowhere to be seen, and the same could be said about the mirror which seemed to have disappeared behind Megara. She remained in place as she looked astonished at the surroundings that left the concept of normalcy delightfully shattered.
Then she heard something in the distance. A melodious tune danced upon the breeze. Her curiosity piqued, she followed the melody, her steps guiding her closer to the source of the song.
Megara's brow furrowed as she approached the entrance of a grand maze. The sun cast dappled shadows through the intricate lattice of the towering hedges, forming a mesmerizing pattern on the ground. She marveled at the towering walls of greenery that seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions.
As she navigated the maze, Megara could hear the distant echoes of the lively chorus growing louder and clearer with each passing moment, and by now she could make out some of the words:
"Painting the roses red.
We're painting the roses red.
We dare not stop,
Or waste a drop,
So let the paint be spread!"
Suddenly, the maze opened up into a small clearing, and Magara caught sight of a peculiar scene - a trio of human-sized playing cards, that seemed to have magically sprung to life with faces, hands, feet and voices, were standing around a rose bush, frantically splattering red paint onto white-petaled flowers. They danced around the bush, swinging their dripping paint brushes all over the place, their voices harmonizing in a tuneful proclamation.
Megara took a step closer, her presence unnoticed by the busy painters. "Excuse me," she spoke softly.
The cards gasped when they were interrupted, but they didn't seem surprised or bothered to see a beautiful young girl approaching them all of a sudden.
"Why are you painting the roses red?" Megara asked, but the cards had already started frantically throwing red paint at the flowers once again.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear! We're ever so dreadfully behind schedule!" the two of clubs exclaimed with a sense of panic in his voice.
"Yes, terribly behind, I'm afraid!" the five of clubs said nervously.
Megara observed the frantic running around from the cards and tried to make eye contact with just one of them, but they were all too busy to look at her, all the while the whole area around the rose bush looked like a crime scene due to all the blood-colored paint.
"Schedule? What schedule?" Megara tried asking.
The two of clubs finally stopped in his tracks to look at Megara.
"You see, fair maiden, it's Queen Alice's decree that all roses must be painted red. But we mistakenly planted white ones instead!"
At once they all started singing again:
"The Queen she likes 'em red,
If she saw white instead,
She'd raise a fuss,
And each of us,
Would quickly lose his head!"
"Your head?" Megara repeated. "Goodness".
"Exactly!" the five of clubs exclaimed anxiously. "We must paint them all red before she arrives!"
"Queen Alice's whims change like the wind, fair lady. We fear the consequences if our mistake is revealed," the two of clubs said, his lip quivering with fear.
The cards exchanged anxious glances, their hands trembling as they continued painting.
"Where is this Queen Alice? I'd like to meet her," Megara said, and the cards went quiet. "What?" she said confused as she watched their horrified faces. Then she noticed a shadow on the ground in front of her.
"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" a giddy and high-pitched voice pierced the quiet evening air.
Meg turned to find herself face-to-face with none other than Queen Alice herself. The young girl, with her blonde hair and big blue eyes, looked like an innocent doll, but there was a crazed glint in her eyes that made Megara shutter.
She didn't know how to react, so she just bowed her head respectfully, though inside she felt a twinge of fear.
"Your Majesty," she muttered.
Behind Alice were a whole legion of humanized playing cards, all equipped with long red pikes as weapons.
Alice tilted her head and looked at the rose bush where the red paint was slowly dripping off and revealing their true white color.
She spoke calmly. "Who's been painting my roses red?"
All of the cards threw their paint brushes at Megara and pointed at her as they shouted in unison:
"IT WAS HER!"
Megara looked over her shoulder at the cowardly cards, her head turning slightly red. "You backstabbing fuckwits," she said under her breath.
Queen Alice giggled. "Oh, you naughty, naughty girl!" she said and looked at Megara without blinking. As a matter of fact, Megara was unsure whether Alice ever blinked.
Megara's heart started to pound. "Y-Your Majesty?"
Then something weird happened. Without warning, Alice lunged forward and pressed her soft, pink lips against Megara's. The sudden kiss took Megara by surprise, and she let out a muffled gasp as she felt the queen's tongue probing against her teeth. Alice' hands began to roam wildly, gripping Megara's ponytail and pulling their faces even closer together.
As the kiss deepened, Megara felt her body respond despite her better judgment. She moaned softly into the kiss, her hands instinctively reaching out to grasp Alice' slender waist.
Breaking the kiss abruptly, Queen Alice stepped back, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" she asked unprompted.
Megara's head was spinning. "What?" she just replied, not sure if she should be terrified, relieved… or horny.
"We must take care of your punishment for tampering with my flowers," Alice continued as if she never asked the nonsensical riddle.
Before Meg could react, Alice reached down and grabbed a handful of the painted red petals, crushing them between her fingers. With a mischievous grin, she bent forward and rubbed the sticky pollen onto Meg's neck, just below her ear. "Now, you're marked as mine."
Meg felt a combination of arousal and frustration. "Your Majesty, I-"
"Shhh," Queen Alice placed a finger on Meg's lips, silencing her. Then she turned to her posse of card guards. "Off with her clothes! Off with her clothes!"
Megara was soon horrorstruck as close to a dozen of Alice' guards approached her to rip off her dress while Alice laughed manically.
"Now wait a second!" Megara pleaded, holding her hands in front of her to fight back, but they quickly overpowered her.
Their hands, rough and forceful, seized Megara's delicate clothing, tearing at the fabric with a frenzied brutality. Buttons popped and seams ripped, the sound of rending fabric echoing through the maze. The guards' movements were swift and merciless, their strength overpowering as they ruthlessly stripped away layer after layer.
Megara's body was exposed, vulnerable to their assault. Each guard took hold of a limb, their grip unyielding, preventing any resistance.
While they held Megara's now naked figure, enabling her to move, Alice approached her slowly.
"I'm investigating things that begin with the letter M," she said calmly. "Mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness— you know you say things are much of a muchness?"
Megara felt dreadfully puzzled. Alice's remarks seemed to have no sort of meaning in them, and yet it was certainly English. "I don't think—"
"Then you shouldn't talk," Alice quickly interrupted. She then addressed the playing cards that held Megara tight. "Bring my pet to the castle".
"What castle? I haven't seen any-" but before Megara could finish her sentence, she noticed a gigantic palace just behind Alice and her guards. Had that always been there? How could she not have noticed it until now?
Before Megara could ponder that question, the playing card guards started dragging her towards the castle gates while Alice walked in front of them.
"You're gonna love this," Alice said and giggled, before she reached out to the circular handle of the castle doors and pulled them aside.
Megara was not prepared for what awaited her on the other side.
Behind the gates was a huge chamber, and everywhere Megara looked, a scene of debauchery unlike any other unfolded before her eyes. Over a hundred people, animals and animated being or objects were engaging in every type of sexual practice you could imagine. Bondage, blindfolds, zentai, gags, electrocution devices as well as food play, wax play, impact play and so much more. It was a carnal free-for-all, a living, breathing, pulsating manifestation of every sexual fantasy one could ever have.
In the center of the room, a creature with tentacles for arms and eyes that glowed with a malevolent light caressed the skin of a being whose form shifted between that of a serpent and a humanoid.
Next to Megara, a group of naked beings walked around in circles clad in intricate masks that seemed to whisper dark secrets to their wearers, their bodies moving in synchrony, a macabre dance of submission and dominance.
All around Megara, limbs entwined in grotesque embraces. Moans of pleasure and pain mingled in a discordant melody, the air thick with the scent of sweat and cum.
Megara was so enraptured in her crazy surroundings that she didn't even notice that the guards had released their grip, and she was able to move freely. The gates closed with a bang behind Alice and Megara.
"Come with me, my pet".
Alice grabbed Megara's arm and gently pulled her into the erotic carnage.
"What the fuck is this place?" Megara said as she looked around all the clusters of insane orgies around her, and the bodily fluids that were flying through the air willy nilly.
"A world of my own," Alice said proudly.
They walked past a fat white bird of some kind with a pink face wearing a purple coat with a blue scarf who seemed to have trouble putting his massive cock inside a floating detached vagina.
"By jove! Good morning, Your Majesty!" the bird exclaimed with a sailor's accent as he noticed the two girls walking by.
"Good evening, Dodo" Alice said in a friendly tone. "That pussy is much too tight for you, my friend. It's simply impassible."
"You mean impossible," Megara interjected.
Alice turned to her. "No, impassible. Nothing's impossible!" Alice turned to the well-equipped dodo bird again. "Why don't you try the bottle on the table?"
"Table?" Megara said, not having noticed one, but as if it just appeared after Alice mentioned it, a three-legged nightstand was stood in front of Dodo. On top of it was a small flask filled with some purple liquid.
Dodo quickly grabbed the bottle and poured its content on his massive cock which quickly shrunk significantly. He moaned with glee as he could finally insert himself into the floating pussy with ease.
"Happy fucking!" Alice said as Dodo loudly went to town on the bodyless abdomen.
Megara put her hand in her hair as she watched the sexual carnage unfold around her. "This is insanity!"
She quickly flinched, as she suddenly felt a hand gracing her shoulder.
"Look at this pretty thing," a girly voice said, and as Megara turned her head, she saw a beautiful lady, who resembled Alice a little bit but was a tad older. Like everyone else in the room, she was nude from top to bottom, and there was an ethereal glow about her.
Then another hand began caressing Megara's other shoulder. "I know. Look at her nice tits."
Megara turned her head again, and by her other side was another girl, completely identical to the first one. Then a third one walked in front of her, also the spitting image of the first two.
"Seems Alice has found a new toy," the third one said and looked examining at Megara's face.
"That's right, Margaret," Alice then interposed. "She's MY toy so get back to the others."
Megara's mouth was wide-open in astonishment as the three angel-like girls walked away from Megara and towards what looked like a giant marshmallow-shaped solid cloud that was filled with about 30 versions of the same girl, all naked and all either licking each other's ass or pussy, kissing, scissoring, masturbating or fucking each other with giant strap-ons made from all kinds of objects.
"My sister," Alice explained.
"All of them?" Megara asked in disbelief.
"One wasn't enough," Alice said simply and walked on. "I need to remember to fuck them later though. It is her un-birthday after all. She deserves a big present."
"Her what?" Megara asked confused, unsure she heard her right.
"Her un-birthday," Alice just repeated.
"I don't understand."
Alice stopped in her tracks and looked intently at Megara.
"It's very simple," sha said and started counting her fingers. "Now, thirty days have September… no wait… an un-birthday is, if you have a birthday then you…"
Alice suddenly stopped her nonsensical rambling and started laughing hysterically. To Megara's horror, everyone else in the sex-chamber stopped what they were doing and started laughing with Alice, evidently at Megara who found it very eerie.
"She doesn't know what an un-birthday is!" Alice said through laughing tears. "How silly!"
Alice cleared her throat, and everyone once again went back to whatever nasty business they were up to.
"I shall elucidate! Now statistics prove that you've one birthday," Alice said, suddenly very serious. "Imagine, just one birthday every year. But there are 364 un-birthdays!"
"Well," Megera said cautiously. "Then today is my un-birthday too."
Alice lit up like it was the craziest thing, she had ever heard.
"It is?! What a small world this is." Alice grabbed Megara by the arm. "We need a cake!"
A small man in a tweed jacket and a massive top hat ran over to Megara.
"A very merry un-birthday to you!" he said out of breath and lifted his hat. Underneath it was a tall pink layer cake with a large candle on top. It was a masterpiece of confectionery, layers of chocolate and cream that seemed to go on forever.
"Now blow the candle out, my pet, and make your wish come true!" Alice said enthusiastically.
Megara looked at the birthday cake that was balanced on the poor guy's head and hesitantly blew the candle out, causing Alice to cheer, before she took the cake down from the man's head and put his hat back on.
"Now run along over to the caterpillar and let him blow those smoke-dildos, he likes to make, into your ass."
"Yes, Your Majesty," the man said and hurried over to a big mushroom where a caterpillar was making smoke signals from his hookah.
"Now, where were we? Oh yes, the cake."
As Alice spoke, her regal dress fell to the ground without her even touching it, revealing her petite naked body. Her skin was fair and smooth, a delicate contrast to Meg's darker tones. Without a care in the world, she stepped closer to Meg, her eyes sparkling with devious delight. She looked in Megara's astounded eyes and smiled while sliding her fingers through the thick, creamy frosting of the cake in her hand.
Before Megara could say anything, Alice was rubbing the cake frosting over her own breasts.
"Like what you see?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Megara couldn't help but stare. Alice's breasts were small but perfect, and the frosting made them glisten in the dim light. Meg's mouth went dry as she watched the display. She licked her pink lips unconsciously, her eyes fixed on the Queen's delicate hands as they moved lower, coating her flat stomach and slender hips with the sweet frosting.
She felt a shiver run down her spine as Alice leaned in closer, her breath hot on Megara's ear as she whispered: "I think you want to lick it off".
Megara hesitated for a moment but couldn't give in to the temptation. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over Alice's nipples, savoring the taste of the sweet frosting and the salty skin beneath. Alice moaned softly, her fingers tangling in Megara's hair, making it messy and sticky as the cream stuck to her locks.
Alice then suddenly turned around, grabbed a big handful of cake and covered her tiny round ass with the frosting.
Alice giggled, a high manic giggle, as Megara dropped to her knees, held her hips and purred loudly while she sloppily licked chocolate frosting off both of Alice' pretty ass cheeks.
Megara didn't know what had gotten into her, but her inhibitions were quickly melting away. There was something about this place and this crazy girl that had an aberrant allure.
Megara slid her tongue up through Alice' asscheeks, making her rise to her tip-toes for a moment and purr back to her.
"Soooo naughty," Alice murmured gleefully.
Alice turned around again and let herself fall backwards. Megara's body jolted as she thought that Alice was about to land hard on the stone floor, but instead she landed on a big plush and inviting bed, that seemed to be able to mold itself to the shape of whoever rested upon it. At this point, Megara stopped contemplating how everything Alice needed seemed to just appear whenever she required it.
"Now, come taste the treat I've prepared for you," Alice said wickedly and moved her cake-coated hand down between her legs.
Megara crawled to the edge of the bed and spread Alice' legs with gentle urgency to reveal her swollen, frosted pussy. Meg paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the Queen's arousal, her inner thighs glistening with frosting and her pink, puffy lips parting to reveal her wetness.
With a hungry moan, Meg dove in, her tongue lapping at the combined flavors of cake and Alice. She swirled and flicked, teased and tasted. Alice squirmed and moaned, her hips bucking gently as she threaded her fingers through Meg's ponytail, guiding her closer, needing more.
"Yes, my pet, tangle me in your tantalizing trance," Alice moaned.
With a gentle but insistent tug on Megara's hair, she pulled her upward, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that tasted of a good cake and cum combo. Their tongues dueled as they kissed deeply, exploring each other's mouths with a fervency that spoke of their building desire.
Now, Alice' hands started to roam Meg's body, cupping her breasts and thumbs teasing her hardening nipples. Megara moaned into the kiss, her senses overwhelmed by the sensations flooding her body. Alice broke the kiss, trailing open-mouthed kisses along Meg's jaw and down her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin as her hands continued their exploration, drifting lower to cup her ass.
"I want you, pet," the Queen of Wonderland whispered, her hot breath fanning against Meg's ear. "Now."
With that, she stood up, picked the cake up and threw it on the bed. She then quite forcefully turned Megara to face the cake and bend her forward over it. The cold, soft sponge pressed against Meg's naked breasts as Alice positioned her, spreading her legs and pushing her hips down so that her pussy was exposed and vulnerable, ready to be devoured.
Megara felt a moment of trepidation as she realized what the Queen intended, but any hesitation was quickly forgotten as Alice' tongue swirled against her sensitive clit. She gasped, her hands gripping the bedsheets, which had sort of a rubbery texture to it, as Alice licked and sucked, her mouth and tongue a weapon of pure pleasure. The Queen's hands gripped Meg's ass, spreading her cheeks to reveal her tight puckered hole.
"Down the rabbit hole we go."
With that, Alice probed gently at Meg's entrance with her tongue, circling and flicking before pushing slowly inside. Megara cried out, her body trembling as she felt the Queen's tongue delve into her, stimulating places that had never been touched before.
"Please... don't stop," she panted, her hips rocking gently against Alice' mouth.
But Queen Alice had more pleasures in store. With a slick finger, she gently probed at Meg's tight hole, circling and teasing before pushing slowly inside. Meg tensed for a moment before relaxing, allowing the Queen entry as she moaned at the feeling of being stretched and filled.
Alice added a second finger and scissored Meg open as her thumb rubbed circles against her clit.
"Now, let's give you something else to remember this un-birthday by."
Queen Alice withdrew her fingers and stood up, positioning herself behind her obedient pet.
As Megara glanced over her shoulder, she flinched, as she saw how a massive penis has suddenly appeared on Alice's abdomen, while the Queen smiled from ear to ear and licked her lips.
"What the fuck," Megara said under her breath as the tip of the hard, wet cock nudged at her entrance.
With a gentle but firm thrust, Alice slid inside, filling Meg completely. She cried out, her body stretched around the Queen's thickness as Alice began to move, her hips snapping forward with each thrust.
"Oh my gooooood," Megara cried as Alice fucked her with deep, purposeful strokes.
Her pussy was clenching around the Queen's cock as she moaned loudly, her inhibitions and the reason why she was even here in the first place completely forgotten in the face of such overwhelming sensations.
"Yes... harder, Your Highness!" she cried out, urging the Queen on.
Queen Alice obliged, picking up the pace and forcing Megara further down onto the cake, her body sinking into the soft sponge as Alice pounded into her from behind.
The atmosphere in the room had changed. No one was moving around them. No one was making noise. The room only echoed with the sounds of Alice and Megara's passion—the slapping of flesh, the squelching of cake being crushed, and their panting, pleasured moans.
"I'm close... so close!" Meg cried out, her body tensing as she neared her peak.
"Swirl and swirl, my pet. Let the ecstasy swirl!" Alice demanded, her own orgasm building.
Megara's world exploded in a burst of color and sensation as her orgasm ripped through her. She screamed out her release, her body shaking uncontrollably as she felt Alice' cock twitch inside her, the Queen finding her own climax as she filled Meg with her hot, sticky cum.
Spent and sated, they collapsed in a heap, their bodies sticky with frosting, sweat, and cum.
Meg turned to face Alice, her eyes smoldering and with intent in her voice.
"You need to come with me," Megara said
Alice' lips curved into a smile. "I just did," she chuckled.
"No, I mean, you need to come with me to Disneyland," Megara said very seriously.
Alice' smile vanished in an instant, and the mad twinkle in her eyes seemed to disappear for a moment as she blinked. Megara realized that this was the first time, she saw her blinking.
"Disneyland?" Alice said, her voice oozing with a mix of confusion and horror. It seemed the word had triggered something in her brain.
"Yes, Disneyland. Where I'm from. Do you know of it?"
Alice touched her forehead like she was trying to remember something.
"Disneyland," she just repeated as random pictures of her previous life started to tickle her memory in flashes. "The riverbank… my cat… and…" She looked up at Megara, her eyes suddenly starting to water up. "…my sister".
Megara looked over at the many Margarets who had stopped fucking each other and were now just starring at Alice and Meg with spooky, piercing eyes. "I thought she was your sister."
"She's not my real sister," Alice said, and seemed surprised by saying those words, even after they came out of her mouth. "My real sister is back home."
"Are you from Disneyland?"
"I think so," Alice said, still wrestling with incomplete memories of her old life.
"How long have you been in Wonderland?"
Alice looked at Megara, her eyes blank. "I don't know. I just wanted a world of my own."
Megara was starting to put the pieces together and understand what was going on.
"You made this place," she determined. "Your nymphomaniacal mind made this whole realm."
Alice was speechless. Wonderland was made from her imagination which had corrupted her for so long that she had forgotten how she got there, who she was and how she obtained her power.
"I can get you home," Megara then said and held Alice' sticky hand. "I've seen how you can shape your surroundings to whatever you want or need. All you need to do is wish for a portal home to Disneyland and away from all this nonsense."
Alice retracted her hand and furrowed her eyebrows. "I like nonsense. I need everything to be nonsense. I need nothing to be what it is, because everything is what it isn't. And contrariwise, what it is, it won't be, and what it won't be, it is."
Megara tried to wrap her head around, what Alice just said. "I understand… I think. But you've lost yourself to your own wonderland. I've seen it in your eyes. You need to get home, before you lose yourself completely."
Alice was fighting with herself. Deep down, she knew Megara was right, but this place was everything she ever wanted.
She looked around her. All the people and creatures and animals, all the sex toys and machines, even the many copies of her sister, it had all disappeared. Megara and Alice were the only ones left in the castle. For all they knew, they could be the only ones left in the whole of Wonderland.
But there was one other thing in the room. A big mirror had appeared just in front of the two girls on the bed. Alice looked at herself for the first time in ages, and she hardly recognized the innocent girl that was being taught by her sister under the tree by the riverbank.
Megara stood up and extended her hand to the confused and torn young girl.
"Let's go home."
Alice hesitated for a moment, but then she grabbed Meg's hand and stood up.
They held hands as they stepped forward into the mirror and through the portal, going straight to Hades' underworld.