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Alice in Wonderland 2

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Alice's Adventures in Tickleland Chapter 2

Alice and the Grinning Cat



Alice ran down the pine-needle strewn path as fast as she could,

one arm covering her exposed breasts, the other covering her crotch. Her

white knee-high nylons had miraculously survived getting any tears, thank

goodness, as they were the only piece of clothing the fiendish tickle

creatures of this strange land had allowed her to keep. When she

could run no more, she collapsed beneath one of the giant mushrooms

common to the area and rested. "Mmrrr-giggle Helloooo," she heard

from above her. Too exhausted to run, she looked up in a panic to see

what new peril awaited her. To her amazement, she saw a headless cat,

much like the cat she saw in her visit to Wonderland as a child. But this

cat, while obviously of the same family of disappearing felines, was of a

different breed, a longhaired breed. "Oh please," Alice begged,

covering her nakedness as best she could, "please don't tickle me." "Hee

hee hee, mmm my dear, that's the furrrthest thing from my mind, tee-hee,"

the cat giggled. "Rrrrelax. And for goo-heh heh-dness sakes, stop trying

to cover yoursehehehlf like that. We're of two-hoo-hoo different species.

I have no interest in your body, and besides you're not doing a very good

job of it anywa-hay." Wary of a trap, Alice relaxed herself, but

prepared to cover herself in defense at the first rapid movement of the

laughing cat. "Why do you laugh so," Alice asked the cat.

"Because I'm be-heee-heeing tickled," the cat replied. "Why else?"

"But if you're being tickled, why don't you flee?" she asked. "Because

I like it," the cat responded. "And because I like it, I can't run." "I

don't like to be tickled at all," Alice said, matter-of-factly. "Of

course you like to be tickled," the cat said. "I like to be tickled, you

like to be tickled. We ALL like to be tickled! AAHhhahaha... and we all

love to tickle." "Not me," Alice lamented. "I've endured all kinds of

tickling since I got here. I just want to go home." "Then you

should no-haha-t have come here," the cat said. "Besides, I don't believe

you." "Believe what you like," Alice said indignantly. She watched

as the cat went into another spasm of hilarity. "I don't see your

ticklers. And I certainly don't see why you don't run. I really don't

think you're being tickled at all." "Of course I am," the cat

giggled. "And I'm not. It's all in my imagination." "Then why don't you

imagine it stops," she said, "and not endure the torture." "Oh,hohoho,

imagination is a powerful thing here," the cat replied. "But let me

demonstrate. There where you sit, hold your arms and legs out in front of

you-hoohoo. Oh, go on, try it," the cat insisted, noting Alice's

reluctance. "Hold them out." Alice, uncertain for sure, stretched

her legs out in front of her in a V. "And the arms dear. Hold them

out like a cro-hahahass," the cat giggled. "I don't know why I'm

doing any of this," Alice muttered, as she did as the bodiless cat asked.

"Good, very good," the cat said. "Now, use your imagination.

Pretend you can't move." "What do you mean," asked Alice.

"Pretend that your body is lo-hahacked into the position your in," the

cat said. "Like in irons," Alice asked. And to her surprise, she

found that she indeed could not move, as though her body had been frozen.

"What, what's happening," she asked. "Imagination," the cat purred, "is

a powerful thing. Especially in a magic land. You have to keep a good

hand on it, or heeheeehee it can get a good hand on you." "I want

loose," Alice said. "I want loose now." "If you wanted loose,"

the cat said, "you would be loose. Since you are not loose, you must not

wish to be loose." "That makes no sense at all," said Alice. "I

can't simply imagine myself into bondage." "You can imagine

whatever you like here," the cat said. "You can imagine that somebody

pushes you onto your back (which abruptly happened to Alice, as rolled

backward, her legs stiff in the air), you can imagine that the grass is

tickling your ribs (and the grass indeed began swaying in the breeze

about her body, grazing not just her ribs, but the edges of her armpits

and the crack of her buttocks as well). You could even imagine that all

the invisible pixies tickling me right now fly down and begin tickling

you (and she could feel the little hands of the pixies on her feet, her

thighs, her belly and breasts as she screamed hysterically through fits

of laughter). All this time, the cat became more and more

visible, and laughed less and less. Finally, fully visible, the cat stood

on it's branch and stretched, before jumping to the ground.

"Nooohhohohoo," Alice screamed, as an invisible pixie pirhouted in her

navel, while others slid down the insides of her legs, like firemen down

a pole, their pixie feet daintily landing in that soft spot wherer her

legs came together. "I cannot thank you enough, my dear," the cat

replied. "A tickle is a wonderful thing, but after a while, it becomes

tiresome." The cat jumped up onto Alice's belly and walked up to her

chin, gazing thoughtfully down at her. "And it is better, after all, to

give than to receive." "Ahh, no, pleeheease stop," she cried, as

the cat began swishing it's bushy tail back and forth across her belly.

"If you want it to stop, just imagine it stopping," the cat purred.

"I, I cahahaan't," laughed Alice, her body shuddering under the intense

tickle torture she was receiving. "It wohohon't stohahahap." The cat

continued tickling her belly. "Well," it purred, "there is another way."

"Anythiheeheeing," Alice begged, "I'll do anything.

Heeeheeheehee..." "You have to do what I did," the cat replied. "You

have to get somebody else to imagine the tickling." "Cahahan youhoohoo,"

she babbled, "Can you imagi....eeeheeheeheehee." Alice went into spasms

of renewed laughter as a horde of pixies rolled about in her armpits.

Long blades of grass slithered along her buttocks. "Oh no," the cat

replied, adding to the tickling where it could. "You won't trap me. And

besides, there's more to it than that." "Whahahat," Alice cried,

"I'll do anythiheeheeheng you want." "No, no, no," the cat replied.

"It's not what I want -- it's what you need!" The cat continued. "You

wouldn't be so susceptible to this if you didn't really, deep down, like

the tickling. And tickling, my dear dear child, is a path that can be

trod both ways." "I don't understahaahaand," Alice replied,

amidst tears and laughter. "It's this simple," the cat said, jumping

down. He nuzzled her armpit for a moment, before continuing. "Once you

have somebody caught in the imaginary tickle, you have to join in on the

tickle. You can't just walk away, or the pixies will chase you down,

abandoning the new target. And good luck trapping *that* person again,

dear." "You mean, tee-hee, I have to tickle as well as be tickled,

AAAHHAAHAA." "Exactly," the cat purred. "Why else would I stick

around tickling you. True, it's fun, but I've been tickled by these

pixies for days now, and I do have a life to get on with." And with that

the cat began walking away. "Noho, waihaaaait," Alice cried, "don't

leeheeave meheeeheee." "Don't worry," the cat replied, "sooner or later,

somebody will be along, and you can try to escape. Good luck." And the

cat was gone. Alice spent an interminable time lying there in the grass,

tickled by the green fronds and the invisible pixies. And then... "Why

are you laying there laughing like that?" Alice looked up: a shapely

young girl, about her own age stared down at her, curious as to her

situation. An idea formed in Alice's mind. "I'm beheeheeing

tickled, heehee." And then she added: "It's fun. Youhoohoo should

try it." The girl looked at Alice, quite unbelieving. "I don't

see anything tickling you," the girl responded. "It's, haha, it's

in my imag, heehee, imagin, ahahaha, imagination," Alice managed to get

out. "Sit down, I'll giggle, tell you abohowhowwt it." The girl

continued looking at Alice's nude body, not sure of what was happening.

"It's a vehherry interehehsting stoohohory," Alice stammered. "Sit

down and listen. Heeheehee. You'll enjo-<gasp>mmm-enjoy it." (The last

bit was added with seduction Alice had not intended, but could not help

as, which had happened many times before during this eternal ordeal, the

invisible pixies used her throbbing clitoris for a maypole during their

tickling dance) And the girl sat down. And slipped off her shoes.

And listened.



....to *definitely* be continued...

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