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Yet Another Day in Wonderland	By : pancakedescent Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Alice in Wonderland Views: 11206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on the Alice in Wonderland book series.

Chapter List
- 1-Yet Another Day in Wonderland
- 2-Foward and Onward
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This is "almost" the rest of what I had written. From here, I'm am positively certain that I want to rewrite the rest. I just don't feel that it was as all adequate enough.
Though I must admit. I did post this a bit prematurely. Only one review, and BOOM, I cave in. I hope you're happy. :-P
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On the other side of the door, Alice just about tumbles over the edge of a small wooden platform hanging over what appears to be a bottomless nothingness. In fact, the platform she is standing on looks to be floating in a vast blackness. A single sprouting vine in a flowerpot sits on the edge. Alice crouches by the plant.
“What would such a tiny plant be doing here?” A tag hangs from the plant; it reads “Water me.”
“Curious. I suppose I should get some water then.” Alice turns again to the door only to find nothing where it once was. She is now standing on a platform, next to a plant, in an endless nothing.
“Goodness. I suppose things couldn’t get any worse.” She focuses her attention back to the plant. “I wonder…”
Alice lifts the bottle of perfume and tries to take off the cork, but before she can, the bottle instantly grows a pair of arms and holds the cork fast as though it were trying to prevent her from taking off its hat. Alice nearly drops the bottle, but holds on to it.
“Curiouser still!” She puts the bottle away and focuses again on her quandary. “If only I had brought some water with me. I’m trapped otherwise.” Alice thinks on it for a while, and then she gets an idea. She bites her knuckle and takes one last desperate look around. “I suppose I have no other choice, though this is hardly ladylike.”
Alice stands up, hikes up her dress, and then pulls down her panties. She positions herself over the plant and squats down. A second passes, and then she begins to pee into the flowerpot. She hurriedly stops, stands up, and pull up her panties again. Nothing happens. She stomps lightly in disappointment.
“Well, that was a lot of fuss and bother for nothing.” Unexpectedly, the plant springs to life and grows directly sideways towards the darkness at an alarming rate. Alice falls to her bottom on the platform, startled. After the plants growth spurt stops, she gets back up and walks over to examine it.
The plant climbs up out of the pot for about two feet, then takes a sharp horizontal turn and continues this way for as far as she can see. It’s only about two inches in diameter, with the occasional leaf or flower branching out from its smooth surface.
“That doesn’t look at all safe. But it is the only way out, I think. Why else would it be here after all, I don’t think anyone would build a platform here with no way to get off it.” Alice tests the strength of the vine by pushing down on it; it gives slightly, but otherwise feels solid. She tests the flowerpot; it is firmly anchored to the platform. “Well what’s the worst that could happen? I’ve been in far more remarkable situations than this one.”
After gathering her courage, Alice hikes up her dress and straddles the plant. She grasps the vine in front of her and begins to pull herself across into the void.

As Alice inches her way across the vine, she suddenly realizes how incredibly uncomfortable her current position is. Not only does she teeter on the brink of falling, but the vine is sliding directly across her crotch, which is not something she wants it to be doing. Worse still, she has no way of avoiding it, aside from hanging on the vine by her hands and inching her way across that way. But fear of losing strength and falling keeps her from doing so. With each tiresome inch, the vine continues to grind into the space between her legs, which is only made worse by the various bumps, leaves, and flowers which protrude from various places on the plant.
After some amount of time, Alice realizes a growing feeling somewhere in her abdomen. The feeling really is inexpressible, though one might describe it as a sort of pleasant, queasy feeling. She continues along her way, though it is this very act that is causing the curious sensation.
“Keep moving Alice.” She thinks to herself. “This vine couldn’t possibly continue for much longer.”
Though alas, the vine does continue, and with no sign of an end. The odd feeling in Alice’s tummy slowly escalates, and is steadily being followed by a weakness in the extremities, a shortness of breath, and an unmistakable fever.
As ghastly as it all sounds, it still remains to be a congenial sensation, though the mere feeling of the vine rasping directly between her legs is most definitely not a congenial sensation, it is quite evident that it is this very action that is causing the pleasing innervations.
She continues for some time like this. It must be some time, because now her breathing is quite heavy indeed, sweat is pouring from her face, and her grip on the vine is shaky and loose. The feeling has now escalated to an immeasurable amount, but somehow, Alice still finds the strength to pull herself along, albeit slowly. With a trembling pull forward, a flower bud is made to rub directly across her already exceedingly overwrought privy parts. And this simple act instantly puts her over the edge.
By incitement, and forthwith, Alice instinctively grinds her hips, forcing the flower bud to grind into the space between her legs relentlessly. She becomes an animal of desire, and her eyes roll back into their sockets. It lasts for but a moment, and as soon as it’s gone, she loses consciousness and falls from the vine into the inky blackness.

Alice awakens shortly thereafter to find herself freefalling headlong into nothingness. She can see nothing, and all she can feel is the wind rushing past and ruffling her dress in a rather uncomfortable manner, as well as an equally uncomfortable dampness in her panties.
“Well, this is a thorny problem indeed.” Alice thinks to herself. “I’ll be sure to spare the details if I am ever made to tell the story of this experience.”
As she tries to adjust her position so her dress isn’t fluttering so vehemently, the underside of it suddenly pops open as it fills with the rushing air, much like a parasol. The rushing wind subsides and is replaced with a floaty feeling that obviously means her freefall has stopped, and that her dress is acting as a sort of parachute.
Alice’s slow descent continues for some time. The dark and the quiet are quite eerie, and Alice tries to occupy herself by solving riddles she’s heard in her head.

“I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, waiting to be filled in the morning. What am I?”

Alice strains her mind for some time over this riddle she heard from her nanny some years ago. She never really figured out the answer.
“Perhaps the answer is a dog, but what would a dog be filled with in the morning? That couldn’t be right. And I don’t believe a dogs tongue hangs up and to the rear, though I have seen stranger things. Could it be a child? No, a child only has about half of those traits. Perhaps the answer is cat? No, the same problems with the dog are there. Oh, what could it be?”
Alice’s face contorts with the utmost thought and effort. It’s clear that she is concentrating very hard about this riddle, which is why she is so surprised when a voice echoes up from below her.
“A shoe.”
Alice jumps from her position and nearly topples around, causing her to freefall again for a brief moment.
“Goodness! Who’s there?” She says, looking about with confusion and curiosity. And moments later, she lands gently on her feet, though the abrupt existence of solid ground still sends her off balance. The voice speaks up again.
“Careless little girl. Your knickers were showing again, and it seems as though you’ve wet them.”
Alice becomes agitated at this remark, and she pushes the fabric of her dress between her thighs in obvious irritation.
“I did not! I just…” She stops what she was saying, embarrassed.
“Hmmm? You just what?” The voice interrogates further.
“Nothing! And I don’t see how it’s anyone’s business anyhow!” Alice says with a hint of resentment in her voice.
The grinning face of the Cheshire cat appears before Alice’s face.
“Oh, I think it’s everyone’s business. How do you think you’re going to get out of here? No one would show you the way if they knew nothing of your business. How would they know if you wanted to be coming or going?” The cat’s maniacal grin flips upside down over its eyes, and then loops back down into place.
“I don’t need you to tell me where I do or do not need to go. I can find my way just fine thank you!” With this, Alice stomps off only to run headlong into a tree that was cloaked in darkness. The force knocks her onto her bottom. She stands back up and rubs it with a light whine as the cat chuckles to itself, amused.
“And just what is so funny?!” Alice exclaims.
The cat chuckles a bit more before composing itself.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”
“No. I don’t need any help. Good day to you!” Alice stomps off angrily in a different direction.
“I wouldn’t go that way if I were you.” The cat warns. Alice stops, but doesn’t look it its direction.
“And just why not. It seems just as good a way as any other way.” Alice spins about on one heel and puts her hands on her hips. She taps her foot impatiently.
“Oh, it’s just that the Slavovian Vegarizzle Beast lives over there.” The cat looks away expectantly.
“The Salvoa-what beast?” Alice asks, dropping her hands from her hips, looking confused.
“The Slavovian Vegarizzle Beast. A terrifying orange monster with nine heads and claws as big as a man is tall.” The cat enunciates by materializing its paws and waves them about for emphasis.
“Well, I don’t believe a word of it. Sounds like poppycock to me.” Alice spins back around on her heel.
The cat fully materializes and takes up a lounging position in mid air.
“Oh well, your funeral I suppose.”
Alice stops again and turns back towards the cat.
“Claws as big as a man is tall?” She questions uneasily.
The cat stretches a measurement with its paws.
“Big yellow sharp ones.”
Alice takes a few steps toward the cat.
“Well then, which way should I go?” Alice gives in.
The cat moves from its lounging position to one more like sitting, though still floating in mid air.
“That’s contingent. Where are you trying to go?” The cat coolly inquires.
“Well, I don’t really know. Just away from here I suppose. Oh! I was trying to follow Mr. Rabbit; he seemed to be in an awfully big hurry as usual.”
The cat points in a direction entirely different from the direction Alice was trying to go.
“Well then, you would probably be well suited to go that way. Though any way would get you there, this way is most likely the best way.”
A lighted brick path is illuminated leading into the woods in the direction the cat is pointing. Alice looks at the path and breathes a sigh of relief.
“Well, finally something is making sense! Thank you Mr. Cheshire cat.”
The cat disappears about half way.
“Oh, just remember my generosity if I ever need you to return the favor.”
And with these words, the cat disappeared entirely, whistling a merry tune.

Alice walks quite some distance through the very dark forest along the well lit brick pathway. It is some while before she realizes that her sodden knickers are chafing intolerably. She looks here and there for some place to rest. Finally she catches a glimpse of a fallen log lying next to a small pool formed by a natural spring. It looks well enough, so she makes her way over to it to sort things out.
She sits onto the log, glances around to make sure no one is there, and then reaches down to remove her soggy panties.
“This is simply dreadful. What could have caused such a mess?”
Alice thinks about the vine, and the strange sensation being made to slide across it created.
“Well, what could I expect? That wasn’t a typical situation. Something peculiar was sure to come of it.”
And indeed, it wasn’t a typical situation, though something about it still concerns her. She dips her undergarments into the pool and wrings them out.
“It wasn’t an –unpleasant- feeling. It was strange. Was it… No...”
Alice shakes her head.
“Yes, pleasant. It was a very pleasurable feeling. Even indescribably so.”
She clutches her knickers to her chest and stares into the water.
“Curious.”

She stands up, looks around, and then finally picks a low overhanging branch with which to hang her panties to dry. She does so, and then sits back down on the log.
She tries to recap what has happened, but fatigue quickly sets in. She lies across the log for a quick nap. A moment passes, and then she drifts off to sleep.

When Alice wakes up, she finds herself in a very different place. Well, the same place really, just well lit as the sun has risen. Everything seems much friendlier in the daylight, and birds can be heard chirping about. Alice sits up, stretches, and rubs her eyes.
“Gracious, I didn’t intend to sleep for that long.” She says out loud. A draft finds its way up under her dress and chills her bare skin. She looks over to where she left her panties.
They were missing.
She springs up in a panic and looks around frantically for where they might be. Maybe the wind blew them down, or maybe she simply forgot where she put them.
Or maybe someone took them.
“No, that’s preposterous. Why would anyone want them, they’re just panties.”
With no sign of her undergarments anywhere, Alice hangs her head in defeat.
“Well I suppose I’ll just have to do without them.”
This thought cheers her up slightly. “Besides, I really don’t need them. My dress keeps me decent, and no one will be the wiser.”
Alice hears a chuckle coming from around her ankles; she looks down, steps back and pulls her dress to one side to find a very curious little creature staring up between her legs.
“A Momerath!”

For those who don’t know, a Momerath is a small creature that somewhat resembles the letter V, only upside down. It has two eyes set into the top of its body, and a furry tuft of hair on top. They are known to be very curious, and often huddle together in packs, resembling something like a patch of fuzzy flowers when doing so. This particular Momerath is exceptionally curious, and is a nice light shade of red.

Alice squeezes her thighs together and wraps her dress tightly around her.
“Oh you! Go away! Shoo!” Alice waves her hand at the little creature and scowls, but the Momerath only stares up at her inquisitively. Oblivious to Alice’s wishes, the Momerath wanders back up to her, still gaping nosily.
Seeing no threat in the little creature, Alice lets down her guard and kneels down to it. She extends a friendly hand.
“C’mon, I won’t hurt you.” Alice says, the Momerath leans forward cautiously, takes one last timid sniff, and then walks right on up to her. Alice pokes the creature’s nose, causing it to sneeze. She giggles.
“Curious little thing aren’t you. Do you want to come with me? I could use the company.”
Much to Alice’s surprise, the Momerath jumps up and spins in the air. Then it begins hopping around her excitedly.
“All right, I guess it’s settled then. We’ll be traveling partners.”
Music is increasingly heard coming from a distance. The Momerath stops hopping and looks in the direction it’s coming from. Alice does the same, though she needn’t stop hopping because she wasn’t doing so in the first place.
The music sounds quite jovial. She can hear a flute, and someone singing. She can’t make out the words as of yet. Alice looks down to her Momerath, which is now dancing.
“Come along Momerath. Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”
She starts to walk along the path in the direction of the music, the Momerath notices her leaving, abruptly stops dancing, and hurries after her.
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