Return to Wonderland

Return to Wonderland
based on "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass"

Disclaimer:
The original story belongs to Lewis Carrol (god rest his soul) and I'm only borrowing the characters.

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ok, evil moment over with...*sweatdrop*

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Return to Wonderland
AJ Angelique

Chapter 2: Of Hatters and Hares

Alice looked down the hill in almost disbelief, Dinah had found the house of the March Hare, Mad Hatter and Dormouse! Without even thinking of looking for an altertnate route down, Alice tried to make her way carefully down the hill only to find her footing not as steady as she thought it to be and was sliding down the hill. Thankfully, she didn't collide with any of the skiny looking trees on the way down and came to a stop at the bottom of the hill where a dirt pathway was the only thing that seperated her from the house.

Alice then shakily fot up and made her way to the house, her entired attention foucused only on getting to it. Dinah followed by Alice's feet, looking up at her owner with this worried look on her face as the young woman walked across the path and made straight for the house. Alice was about to head for the front door when she heard the familar sounds of a tea party coming from the back yard. Following the noises, Alice soon found the hedge fence with the white washed wood swining door. Alice looked down at it briefly and noted for only a moment how it looked farther away than when she last remembered. Yet this soon passed from her mind as she pushed it open and entered the backyard.

As expected, she found the long table set up for the eternal tea party where the Mad Hatter, March Hare and the Dormouse were having tea as she last left them. Dormouse was the first to notice her and let out a loud gasp that stopped the party. Hatter and Hare looked to see what made her gasp and the two were both caught by surprise as well when they saw Alice standing there. She smiled and was about to say something when she felt a slight spinning sensation before the ground rushed up to meet her as everything went black very fast.

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Alice slowly came back to the waking world as her senses came back to her one by one.
Her hearing came back first. She could hear the usual noises of the forest which were acompained by the clatter or china and faint chatter. Next came her scense of scent. She could smell the tea and all the fixing for the tea party more so than anything else that might have been nearby. This was soon followed by her taste as her tounge felt kinda dry and pasted to the roof of her mouth. Finally came her sight. She slowly opened her eyes, carefully adjusting them from the shift of darkness to sunshine.

Alice found that she was now sitting at the long blue table, in one of the oversized...and over stuffed chairs. She had been half sitting, half slouching in the chair with her head rested on the right arm rest; so it didn't take her very long to notice that the sleves to her dress had been torn open, her skirt had been hiked to her knees, the front of her dress ripped open and the strings to her corset slashed. Alice gasped loudly and began to look around in fright.

"Alice, it's allright. You'rr safe," said the familar voice of the March Hare, who was by her right side in the blink of an eye. Alice stared at him for a moment before she looked around the table to see Dormouse across form her and Hatter to her left. Seeing that she was indeed among friends, Alice let out a deep breath of releif.

"What happened to you Alice?" Dormouse asked in a worried tone of voice as the Hatter casually sipped his tea, looking over his cup at Alice...almost suspiciously. Alice tried to speak but found that she could get nothing more than a croak out.

"Here," Hare said and quickly handed her a cup of tea which Alice graciously accepted and took a few sips of.
"Ahhh, thank you," Alice said. The moment those words passed through her lips, Hatter put down his tea cup and paid full attention to her now.

"What happened to you my dear?" he asked. Alice thought back to what happened but as she tried to think of a way to explain it a sob chocked her words. Dormouse frowned at this as Hare tried to soothe her.

"Alice. Take a breath and relax. Start from the beginging," Hare said. Alice nodded and did as she was told. She took a few calming breaths and started from the begining. She told them about the fight she had with her uncle over the stories she wrote of her last adventures, about how she fell down the steps that became the rabbit hole, the rude Dorknob, falling into the lake, the Crawcus race and finally the race for lifelife. During the whole time, the trio didn't interupt her once...save for a few small gasps from Dormouse as her small hands flew to her mouth every now and then.

As Alice related her tale, she couldn't help but notice how her three friends hadn't changed since her last visit. The Dormouse still looked like the young girl she was. To us, Dormouse would look like the spitting image of Sailor Iron Mouse from Sailor Moon Sailor Stars. Save for the fact that her body was covered in a fine white yet almost silver fur. While she looked human, she had the features of a mouse that included a set of mouse ears that stuck out of her mop of silver white curls, her bright yellow mouse eyes, the whiskers that twitched from the sides of her human nose and the long pale pink tail that protruded from her lower back. Dormouse wore a white cotton sleep tank with matching shorts. While the top looked fluffy and comfy, the shorts hugged her body and showed off her curves. If she were to stand up now, Dornouse would stand (at the most) even with Alice's hips.

Then there was the March Hare. Covered in brown fur with a mop of blonde hair on his head, he stood at least a foot taller than Alice. He too was a strange blend pf human and animal (in this case, a hare) with the long ears, whiskers, tail and legs of the hare while the rest appeared to be human...right down to those milk chocolate brown eyes. All he wore today was the same red dress jacket Alice had seen him in last...which struck Alice as odd at one point.

Finally there was the Mad Hatter. A foot taller than the March Hare (that's from the of the head, not the ears *sorry*) and 100% human...or at least, on the surface. His trade mark top hat with the curious card sticking out of the ribbon sat atop his head of platinum blonde hair...shoulder length and pulled back at the moment. His midnight blue eyes stared at Alice with an intesity that Alice was unaccustom and soon found this to be quite unsettling as she continued to speak. Though she was unsure of his age, he looked to be older than her but that much older with a lean healthy body hidden under a pair of dress pants and open yellow dress jacket...but no shirt. Alice began to wonder if he was wearing any shoes as she neared the end of her story and Dormouse's hands flew to her mouth for the final time.

"You poor girl, you must have been terrified," Dormouse said sympathetically.
"Yes, I was. I never knew there was such a race here," Alice said.
"Last time I checked there wasn't," Hatter said.
"What!?" Alice excalimed.
"Even so, the lobsters must have made it up to keep from being eaten," Hatter said.
"That sounds fesible," Alice mused aloud in thought.
"But your safe now. We even tended to your wounds," Dormouse said happily.
"Wounds?" Alice asked.
"Yes, you were covered in small scratches and that horrid thing you're wearing under your dress was hindering your from breathing properly so we had to destory it," Hatter said, pointing at each part of her body with a butter knife. Alice looked back down at the ruined corset and remembered how she was warned to do anything to strenuous while wearing her corset, she guessed running fro her life counted.

"Thank you ever so much for helping me," Alice said as she looked back up at her friends.
"Your welcome. Now, why don't you join us for tea?" Hare asked.
"Hare! You know she can't have tea with her dress in ruins like that," Dormouse exclaimed.
"I'll take her inside and help her to change," Hatter hastily said. So before anyone could object, he was out o fhis seat and practically dragging poor Alice into the house as Hare and Dormouse exchanged worried looks on their faces.

Inside, Hatter led her upstairs to one of the two bedrooms which had the aire of being Dormouse's room seeing as how there was a lot of frill and feminine things in there. Only once were they in the room did Hatter let go of Alice's wrist and approached the standing closet as she rubbed her sore wrsit.

"What would you like to wear?" he asked and practically threw open the doors to reveal a assortment of dresses and outfits. Alice silently approached the closet and unwilling became the Hatter's Barbie doll as he pulled one thing after another from the closet to hold it up against her before throwing it on on one of the two neatly made beds.

"Well, aren't you gonna take those off? They're pretty much scrap now," Hatter said as he finally came to a decision as to what she would wear. Alice raised an eyebrow at this but let out a small sigh as she realized that he wasn't going to leave the room. With both the ruined dress and corset removed, she let them both fall to the floor and kicked them aside as she waited for her new cloths.

"Do you have to be wearing all those skirts?" Hatter asked as he held onto a silky looking blue skirt with a matching halter top that ziped up the back and laced up the front with black cords. Alice nearly rolled her eyes but stopped herself just in time as she slipped off the under skirts and kept on only her nylons and a simple slip. Hatter took only a moment to take in this sight before he got Alice into the new outfit, allowing her to get into the cloths herself but insisted on helping her with the halter top. Yet it wasn't shortly after she was dressed that he pulled her over to the make up table to pull her hair free of the Katherine Hepburn looking bun and began to brush out any foliage that was still caught up in her auburn locks.

"You're hair has changed color a bit," Hatter commented as he carefully storked the brush through Alice's hair as she sat patiently on the small chair.

"Yes, it runs in the family...or so I've been told," Alice said with a slight frown as she stared at herself in the mirror. Even with her hair a different shade of blonde, was was beginging to look like the young girl who once came to join the trio for tea only to leave shortly later in a small fit of blown temper as Hatter and Hare chased poor Dormouse around the yard to stuff her into an oversized tea pot.

'Oh, why did I have to get mad and leave like that?' Alice thought to herself sadly.
"Alice, we're done," came the Hatter's voice and Alice looked up in the mirror. She most surprised to find that he had fixed her hair the same way it was the last time she was there by leaving it down and placeing a black headband on her head. Yet before she could thank him, Hatter pulled Alice out of the chair and led her back outside where they rejoined Dormouse and Hare. When they returned, Dormouse was kneeling on a silver serving tray nibbeling sleepily on a cookie while Hare was pouring himseld another cup of tea. When they looked up, both were surprised in the change in Alice and were quick to compliment her only to make her blush. Yet this quickly passed as Hatter quickly sat her back in her original seat before he took the seat to her left again.

"Now let's resum the tea," Hatter said and they did just that. Alice enjoyed herself as they spent the rest of the day at the tea table, sampleing what was laid out on the table while passing back and forth stories and riddles that were never to be solved. This time though, Alice was able to add a couple of her own stories and stuck with the conversation...no matter which oddball way it took as this lasted for the rest of the day and well into the evening when it came time to retire for the night.

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Chapter 3: To Each Their Own
PS: The next part will contain smut