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Beware the Jabberwock

"I've been... having a strange dream as of late... sluuuurrrrpp...!"

"Hm? What kinda dream, Alice?"

"It always happens the same way... haaaah... sluuuuurrrp... gulp! Haah! I lay my head to sleep, close my eyes, and not even a few minutes later, I wake up in the same place."

"So... it's a recurring dream?"

"Yeah... that... it's one of those."

"What's it like?"

"Hmmm... It's kinda like... uh... what's that place called Rome, or something? Yeah. I wake up in this Roman palace, I-I think. It's got got those white walls and pillars. Everything's so... clean. It's perfect. And there's curtains or, uh, tapestries that hang from the windows. There's always this cool air blowing too. It's like... uh... sixty degrees or, or something."

"Wow... sounds amaaaaaziinng! Heh heh!"

"Uh... yeah... sure... um... _sluuuuurrrp!_Ahhh... anyway, I always get up out of this bed. It's like... one of those big, queen-sized beds, like you see in a castle or whatever. I'm naked, but there's a robe nearby that I pick up and put on. And then I just walk out into the halls of the palace or whatever. There's no one there, but I can hear water running... yeah... that's it... ummm... so... the deeper I push in, the louder the water becomes. And then I find what I think is a pool. It's wide open and spacious, and--"

"And!? And what!?"

"Be quiet! She's still talking!"

"Oh! Sorry!"

"Anyway... uh... yeah, I get to this pool and there's someone there..."

"Who is it, who is it!?"

"Bella! Be! Quiet! Now then, Alice. Continue."

"Uhhh... right... umm... I don't know who she is. She's big though. Like... taller than me. Taller than... taller than Claude in fact."

"Taller than Claude?"

"Yeah, taller than Claude. She's got scales too so... so she's a reptile. But... no, she's... she's a dragon, I'd say. A big... tall... dragon. She's got black scales, long white hair, and... and these golden eyes. Whenever she looks at me, I just find myself getting locked up, like I can't do anything. She just gets closer and closer too, with me standing there, unable to move. And... and she always calls me by my name and... and--"

"What next!? What next!?"

"Uh... well... nothing. I always wake up. Always."

Thank the heavens that these treadmills had little cup holders in them, allowing the hawk to grab her clear bottle of water. Picking it up, she brought it slowly over towards her beak, taking yet another sip of the cold water within. Like all living creatures, it helped keep her energized and, well, when working out like this, a cold bottle of water always hits the spot.

The city of Oceanside was known for many things: first and foremost being it's luxurious imagery. It was a bustling metropolis, one that sat on the edge of a glorious, sunny beach. It's abundant number of opulent mansions and estates that dotted the landscape didn't hurt either, truly elevating the city to a grandiose status. When one visits Oceanside, it's not as if they're merely visiting yet another beach-side city, but instead as if they're entering paradise itself.

Which leads on to its other most noteworthy attribute; the _beautiful_people who live there. Having been voted the 'Most Beautiful City in the World' multiple times in the past, it was home to all manners of people who were easily nine out tens, ten out of tens, et cetera et cetera. When you walk on the streets or on the beaches, its not an uncommon sight to see men and women of all ages whose immaculate beauty turns heads of all around.

Or, well, it would be if it wasn't - once again - a rather common sight. Ironic, when you really think about it. The people here are so used to seeing the perfect beauty of one another, that it's no longer that impressive. Here in Oceanside, a busty blonde bombshell is a dime a dozen. Doesn't stop the city from garnering tens of thousands of tourists each and every year, however.

For Alice Dawn, well, the alluring luster of Oceanside had long since vanished.

She didn't always live here mind you, having come from a smaller city known as Eastgate years ago now. Not being a native of Oceanside - a place legendary for its beautiful populace - the hawkgirl from up north would be considered rather plain by comparison. She wasn't the tallest, instead being a modest height of mid to upper five foot range, nor did she have the most perfect of assets. What she did have - and what most would remember first upon seeing her - were her incredibly sharp, brown, alluring eyes.

Alice was a young woman, fresh out of college for about a year now. A hawk around the age of 22, she was known for her somewhat silent, out of the way nature. Incidentally, it gave her a rather cool allure, thanks in part to her aforementioned sharp eyes. Her hair was shoulder length and black, though had green highlights running around the tips of it. Right now however, said hair was tied back into a ponytail for her morning workout.

Hers was a rather athletic figure, showing the grace of a person who took great care of themselves. Because of that, she had an ample bosom, not the largest, but far from flat or small. No, they were perfect for her body and build. Her waist too was nice and thin, her hips a bit wider, which gave her a curvaceous figure.

Her body was adorned in light brown plumage for the most part, though it turned black and white along her back. In particular note was her tail, which was a tad few inches longer than what was typical on a hawk of her species. Assuming you were actually looking at her tail, and not looking at her buttocks as it swayed left and right upon this gentle moving treadmill.

At this hour a day - just a few minutes after twelve on Saturday - she could be seen here, at Silver's Gym. It was something she did at first to clear her mind on her free days from college classes, though it stuck even after her graduation. If it were not for her major in fashion and clothing, perhaps she would have had a great future as a fitness guru.

Hmm...naaaaaah...

"That sounds like a pretty cool dream, Alice," said the girl who walked on the treadmill to her left, "Oooh! But I wanna know what happens next! Dragons sound so cool; I can't believe they're not real."

"They_are_ real, you dolt," said the girl who walked on the treadmill to her right, "They're just not as magical as stories make them out to be."

And who would those two be? Why, Alice's best friends of course. Starting with the girl on her left.

Bella May was her friend from college, and one of the few acquaintances she made from it that actually stuck with her. Not from any effort on the hawk's end, mind you. Bella was known to be sweet like honey... and_sticky_ like it too.

She was a short raccoon, one of golden-blonde and white fur, with short brown hair to boot. Her eyes were a gorgeous and bright blue, particularly whenever her face lit up with a smile... which was practically all the time, to be honest.

But most people from afar would take note of Bella's two most striking attributes; her short height, being barely above five feet, and her... ahem... plump assets. An Oceanside resident from birth, Bella was blessed with a cup-size that blew Alice's out of the water, and a thicker butt, hips, and thighs to boot. The correct term for someone like her would be 'shortstacked' as they say. Doubly so thanks to the gym clothing she wore, which seemed to perfectly put on display her deep cleavage and plump legs, especially as her ass shook and wobbled. Not hurting manners was the fact that Bella was almost always energetic, which meant she was almost always bouncing up and down, which meant...

Well, you get the picture.

And who was the girl on Alice's right? The wolfess with the black and gray fur, alluring green eyes, and the short, jet-black hair that hung over to obscure one of her eyes? Or, well, what was _usually_short, jet-black hair. Why usually? Because instead of it being black like normal, it was a rainbow assortment of colors now, thanks to a stupid bet she got into last weekend.

But, hey, she liked it, so it's whatever.

Her name was Maxine Spike, and everyone knew her. She was the snappy, quick-witted, hotheaded wolf girl who was known for causing a lot of mischievous problems. Never anything felonious mind you, but minor misdemeanors? Yeah, she was the queen of that! She wasn't a bad girl though, just a bit of a... free spirit.

Compared to her two friends, she was easily the tallest and the most tomboyish in looks. Her chest was rather buxom (more so than Alice, though not as buxom as Bella), and she had such a large and round ass, along with a physically capable build that was something most others marveled at. Marvel too long though, and you may end up with a black eye... or some fun sex. Honestly, it all depends on what Maxine's feeling at the moment.

"So that's all, huh?" the wolfess asked as she looked over at Alice, "That's the end of the dream, yeah?"

"Yeah," replied the hawk with a shrug of her shoulders and a roll of her eyes, "It's just eerie how... similar that dream is. It's always the same. I wake up, I go to the pool, I see a woman there, she comes to me, says my name and... I wake up."

"Have you even met a dragon before?" Maxine asked, to which Alice shook her head.

"No... I can't say I ever had..." the hawk replied with a shrug.

"Waaaait... aren't all the people in your dreams, like, supposed to be people you've seen before? No matter how brief?" Bella added, her elbow jabbing into Alice's shoulder, "Maybe that's someone you met long, long ago! Like a secret paramour!"

"Ah! Get real!" Alice replied, her head shaking furiously, "Look, I'm not into girls, you know that!"

"Tsk... your lost..." Maxine remarked with a wry grin, "Why limit your choices?"

"Look, it doesn't even matter. It's just some weird dream I keep having," the hawkgirl said in an attempt to dismiss it "I just... I dunno... just thought about sharing."

Bzz! Bzz!

"Huh? Oh! Shit! Speaking of sharing," said Maxine whilst pulling her smartphone out of her pocket, "That's my alarm to get my ass moving. You two may be off this Saturday, but I certainly am not."

"Oh... okay!" Bella said in a chipper manner, while all three of them turned off their treadmills in unison.

Such was the norm for a lot of their mornings, at least on Saturday. Shoot the breeze whilst working out, then head out on their own, separate ways. A quick jaunt through the gym's changing room, and the trio discarded their workout clothes for something more appropriate. Bella in her overalls and white shirt, Maxine retained her sports bra, though she put on some jeans and a jean jacket over it, while Alice put on something with a bit more flare.

Being the fashion major she was, the hawkgirl always seemed to wear clothing that elevated her status. Right now, it was a pink-colored, shoulderless top that showed a bit of cleavage, and a knee-length jean skirt to boot. With her glamour purse hung around her shoulder, she exited the gym with a sense of style that her friends just didn't have as well.

Not like anyone really cared though...

"So... what are you doing after work?" Bella asked as she looked at Maxine.

"Probably get drunk then pass out on my couch," the wolfess replied in her typically candid manner.

"Uh-huh, figured..." the raccoon muttered before sweeping her eyes over towards the hawk in the middle, "What about you, Alice? Do you want to hang out at my family's beach house?"

"I'd love to, but I have some fashion sketches I need to finalize," Alice answered with a sheepish smile, "So it's back into the dungeon for me."

"Aaawww... lame... alright then!" Bella groaned, before raising her hand, "See ya'll later!"

"Ciao..."

"Yeah, bye..."

With the three of them waving goodbye to one another, Maxine took off to the left, Bella took off to the right, and Alice started walking down towards the road in front of her. Oceanside's apartment district was relatively close to the gyms, making it rather easy for one to just get up and go workout. All to help further serve that image of Oceanside being a place for the relentlessly beautiful. Fortunately for Alice, it meant her home was just a few city blocks away.

Carroll Apartments, Room #319. It was a two bedroom, two bathroom apartment, which was rather atypical for a young woman such as herself. She had no roommates, meaning every square inch of this modest apartment was paid for out of her own purse. Years ago, the idea of affording such a place on her meager, supermarket associate salary would have been laughable. But the job and life she had now made it easy for her to afford such a thing

"Haa... busy busy busy..." muttered the hawkgirl to herself as she closed and locked the door behind her upon entering into her apartment.

One thing you'd notice about Alice's home? How surprisingly messy it was. For someone as cool as her, you'd expect her home to be sparse of any trash. And, well, you'd be partially right. Her home was messy, but not thanks to trash and grime or the like, but instead because of a near endless amount of paper. It littered along her furniture and tables, her chairs and her couch, even on the kitchen counter. And what laid on all these pieces of paper?

Sketches.

Artistically inclined since a young age, Alice took to drawing in order to release her imagination. More often than not, her imagination took the form of fantastical clothing, of which she easily brought to life. That led her in life to taking an fashion major in college, one she burned through with flying colors. She was even blessed enough to get a position in a rather impressive clothing line, of which the clothes she wore now were apart of. It even said so on the hem of her skirt.

Forrest Noir.

Running her hand along her beak, Alice walked over towards her couch and fell into it, groaning as her post-workout body began to take affect. She no longer felt sore after a good few hours at the gym in the morning, but she did feel drained. And what did she usual do whenever she felt drained, no matter how early in the day it was?

"Hrrrgh... I need a bath..."

Drawing water for herself, the hawkgirl slowly began to remove her clothing as her brown avian eyes gazed towards that rushing water. First she slipped off her top, pulling it up and over her head where her bra-clad breasts were revealed in the tight chamber. Even more so was her figure, flaunting that thin waist of hers once again.

"Hmmmmm... haaaaaah..."

This...this was also something that started to bother her as well, something rather... important. Alice looked over towards her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she removed her skirt, dressing down into nothing but her white undergarments. And when she did she felt particularly...

Aroused.

"Haaaaah... hmmmmm..."

Her hand began to rub against her stomach, while a heat started flowing within her panties. Beak letting out soft gasps, the hawk's entire body began to get hotter and hotter. She further found herself sitting over upon the edge of her bathtub as well, her digits sliding into her panties as a whole, where they could feel the heat and the nectar from her already sweltering cunt.

The slightest touch of clothing on her body, sent little bolts through her form. A movement of her leg caused her panties to slide, and that one motion stroked them along her folds. Labia twitching, an involuntarily moan left Alice's lips, her head even laying back.

The same too could be said for the bra she wore. A twist of her upper torso caused that garment to slid along her nipples, further toying with her aroused body. Alice let out another moan, her mind drifting as thoughts struggled to reach her. It was as if her clothes themselves were toying with her, groping her, kneading her, stroking her.

"Haaaah... shiiitt..." Splash! "Ah!?"

Lurching up, Alice turned around to see that the water in her tub had reached a comfortable height. It was enough to take her mind off of her self pleasure, her hand reaching out to grab the water spout, turning it off. With her tub now filled with such warm, clear water, the hawk further removed her remaining clothes, then dipped inside down to her chest.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh... hmmmm..."

Now this was the life. Alice even reached back and undid the bands of her ponytail, allowing her black and green hair to fall around her shoulders. It too sat on the edge of the waters, while the eyes of the avian closed shut in a relaxed manner. She almost forgot about her moment of arousal before she even got into the tub.

But something was poised to remind her of it.

Throb...

"Nngh...?"

Eyes opening, Alice once more felt the rush of lust and need flow through her body. That warmth was small at first, but now it began to overwhelm her erogenous zones. Specifically, her breasts, her stomach, and of course, her womanhood.

In under a few seconds, her nipples became hard and rigid, pointing to the air and begging to be teased. The same was true for her pussy, with her labia twitching beneath the waters of the tub. It all left Alice uncomfortable, while the desire to pleasure herself continued to build.

Look, she's no prude! She's enjoyed the pleasures of the body, whether it be by herself or with another. But Alice is by no means a nymphomaniac, unlike a certain rainbow-haired wolfess she knew. Sometimes she masturbated, but a majority of the time, it wasn't something that bothered her.

Or, well, that was true up until a few weeks ago.

Suddenly and seemingly out of the blue, Alice found herself getting horny and aroused at random, odd times of the day. At first it was easy to ignore, and it would often leave her alone after a little while. But as the days went on, the feeling of arousal grew stronger and stronger, to the point that it demanded to be dealt with.

Such as right now...

"Haaaaah... haaaaaaaahhnnn..."

Sensually her hand traveled down her stomach, coming near her pussy. Fingers soft yet firm, she stroked her cunt, running her digits down the middle of that plump labia. Despite being up to her chest in water, she felt the sticky nectar of her cunt stain her digits.

"Hnn... haaaaaaaahh...!"

Her touching grew firmer, stroking along her cunt and sending pleasure running through her spine. Every stroke of her fine plumage against the pink of her pussy, was like running a soft, smooth velvet sheet along her bare womanhood. In turn, it continued to raise the pleasure she felt on the inside.

"Mmmmm... I just... haaaaahhh...!"

Bringing up her other hand, Alice grabbed upon her tit, gently kneading the orb in her palm. Her control was expert, cupping and holding her breasts, while her fingers squeezed in around it. Each pressuring squeeze sent pleasure through Alice's body, her head leaning back as more moans left her lips. Every touch, every squeeze, every stroke, somehow felt twice as powerful as it usually did.

Her fingers clenched hard around her nipples in particular, squeezing and tweaking the hardened nub left and right. Each twist and turn made her throw her head back in lust, loud moans leaving her lips and filling the air. The water of her tub began to rock and quiver more and more, while Alice aimed her middle finger with her pussy directly.

All it took was one strong--

Puuuuussshhhh!

"Kah!?"

The hawk's eyes widened, looking up towards the ceiling as her pussy clenched upon the invasive digit. She milked her finger whilst grunting and groaning, while steadily starting to pump it in and out, faster and faster. Her velvety walls were so tight, yet penetrating and stroking them was so easy. Didn't stop her from scraping hard against her inner walls, drawing deeper, louder, more guttural moans from her curved beak.

"Haaaah! Fuck!"

Her hand on her breast reached away from the tension, slamming on the wall where she began to push out more with her hips. In doing so, she sank more of her finger into her cunt, all the way down to the knuckle in fact. It drove Alice to finger herself harder and harder, her teeth clenched hard as louder moans left her.

"Haahhhaahahahaa! Fuuuuuck! Aaaaahhh!"

Shit! Why did this feel so fucking good!? Like... it felt way better than actually having a cock pump into her pussy! Merely masturbating felt paramount to having mind-blowing sex, and from the way Alice sounded, she could have easily fooled others into believing she was getting the fucking of a lifetime. How loudly she groaned, how she threw her head left and right, how the waters she laid in rocked harder and harder. Alice couldn't control herself, and her arousal built in tandem. She just needed that release, she just needed too-

"Cumming! Aaaahh! Fuck! CUUUMMIINNNNNGGG!!!"

She announced it to no one, but in the end, it did not matter. Suddenly thrusting up with her hips, Alice closed one eye shut, the other eye twitching, all as she filled the tub up with her thick, feminine juices. She was cumming hard, those bubbles popping at the top, while her head fell back in absolute pleasure.

And to think she did all of that without toying with her clit, or pushing her g-spot.

Shamelessly moaning as she relaxed into the tub, Alice finally pulled her finger from her tight twat. Her hand slowly emerging from below, it was coated in those thicker, heavier juices as well, leaving it glossy and wet. And that heavy, sweaty scent that wafted from her fingers... mmm... shit... it smelled so good. She just needed to taste it, just a tiny bit. So...

"Mmmmff... mmmmm..."

Sticking her middle finger into her mouth and closing her eyes shut, Alice sucked her juices clean off of her feathers. Fuck, she'd never done something so dirty before, and never with herself! But here she was, sucking that finger off like a slut... mmmm... but she didn't feel shame in doing so.

Well... not at first...

Pop!

"Gah!? What the fuck was that!?" Alice snapped at herself, her finger pulled from her lips, though a bridge of spit and pussy juices hung between the two of them, "Did I just...? Graahhhh!"

Bawling her hands into fist, the post-orgasmic clarity had left the hawk feeling frustrated as oppose to blissful. Just what the hell? Why did she do that? Fingering herself in the tub, and then sucking her own finger off! It was as if - for the briefest of moments - she_wasn't_ in control of her own senses!

"What the hell is wrong with you, Alice!?" grunted the hawk, now far too frustrated to continue bathing, "Shit! Did you trade brains with Maxine or something? Kah!"

Getting up from her tub, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body, deciding to cut her bathing short. But as she slowly drained the water in her tub, she straightened up and looked around in a cursory manner.

Hmmm... why did she feel like she had eyes on her?

...

So with her bath time ruined, now what? It was still early, so she had a lot of time on her hand. She could perhaps call Bella and go out to the mall but... no. After what she just did, she wasn't in the mood to have much fun. She could just go out on a nice, quiet walk on the beach to free her mind? But... once again, no. At this time a day on Saturday? It was going to be packed! She liked it more at night when it was silent and more personal, but whatever.

Idea after idea Alice vetoed in her mind, eventually coming to only one answer that seemed doable. Alice decided to work.

Now, heh, I know what you're thinking. What the fuck; who would gladly work when they have a day off? Well, that person is Alice herself. As the old saying goes; whenever you do what you love, you never work a day in your life. And for Alice, designing clothing was something she most certainly loved.

"Haaah... hello, my Fortress of Solitude," said the hawk as she opened up the door to a room.

Once again, Alice's home was a two-bedroom apartment. The master bedroom was clearly her bedroom, so what did that make her second bedroom? Since she had no roommates, this bedroom quickly became her 'office' of sorts.

If you thought Alice's home was filled with random sketches before, then that was nothing compared to her office. Entering inside was already a bit of a hassle, thanks to the human-shaped mannequin she owned that leaned rather close to the door. Or, well, one of _three_human-shaped mannequins. They all stood tall in various poses, with some light fabric draped upon their forms.

Littered on the floors and tables in the room were more sketches, though Alice did have a few binders collecting them as a whole. Towards the back of this small room was a desk and an easel, resting side by side next to the window. And laying on said desk was Alice's work laptop, which she used to collect ideas for whatever she decided to draw at the moment.

Sitting on her stool besides her easel and desk, the hawk slowly started to gather her tools for the job, specifically her various colored pencils. She placed them upon the easels stand whilst humming softly to herself, then started to cicle through the tabs on her laptop in search of some inspiration. What exactly would it be? Hmmm... hmmm...

Oh! She knows! Dragons!

Steadily getting lost in the act of looking for inspiration, Alice opened up about seven tabs on her laptop, all of them being images of dragons. And all of them were dragons of very similar figure and composition. They were all female, they were all voluptuous, they all had long hair, and they all had such vivacious eyes.

Oh yeah, and they were all naked.

Alice smiled at the images on her laptop, her mind thinking blissfully about the clothing they could be adorned in. Her other hand meanwhile reached out with that pencil in her fingers, pressing up against the blank piece of paper on her easel. Gently she began to sketch out lines, drawing them on her paper and bringing a figure to life.

The image... the image was far from simple, and really, Alice didn't even realize what she was drawing. Her mind in a trance, the hawk steadily began to sketch out the figure of a draconian woman. She was tall and voluptuous, her figure perfect in every way. Breasts that were incredibly large, larger than watermelons, she'd have to say. She also had such big, thick hips and thighs; the kind you could imagine squeezing, kissing, licking, laying your head against even. And her waist... mmmmm... it was nice and thin, though still perfectly proportionate for her body.

Hers was a figure that was both sensual yet toned, voluptuous yet athletic, womanly yet powerful, and it all came to a head with her_eyes._ Those eyes... even through the guise of the sketch, they were capable of penetrating into Alice's very soul.

The deeper she got into the design of this draconian woman, the hotter Alice's body became. Once more, she found herself growing aroused, though this time, it was even more intense than in the bathtub. She had put on a simple t-shirt and panties after getting out of the bathtub, and right now, those clothes were getting stuck to her hot and sweaty body.

"Haaaaahh..."

Pulling away her left hand, Alice started to grope her tit through her shirt, groaning as pleasure surged throughout her. At the same time, she continued sketching the image of the dragoness, focusing now on the curvature of her breasts, and the sharpness of her nipples. So perky, so perfect in their shape, with nipples that jut and shoot up to the sky.

"Fuck... shit..."

Slipping her hand beneath her own shirt, Alice began to grope her breasts directly, her fingers tweaking her nipples. Pleasure surge from her as she did so, her panties getting steamy and wet, while that heat continued to overwhelm her body. It got to the point that all Alice could think about was sex, her mind hazed and glossy. Her perky breasts... they needed to be played with, needed to be toyed. That's all they were good for, right? Playing, teasing, groping, sucking on even. Sex... pleasure. So grabbing the hem of her shirt, she pulled it up and over her breasts, revealing them out in the open and letting the cool air grace her hot, sweaty body.

"Fuuuuuuck... nnnghhh... kaaaaaaah!"

Drool started to hang from Alice's beak, her left hand still groping her tit, her right hand still drawing the woman. She had moved down towards her sensual stomach, sketching in the details of her body, the shadows, the smooth scales, her navel. Mmmmm... that in particular made Alice groan in desire, her left hand finally leaving her tit to travel down towards her cunt.

Sliding her hand beneath her panties, the hawkgirl once again began to tease her throbbing pussy. Her fingers slid along her slit, gathering and catching juices upon her digit, before she once more took aim with her middle finger.

"Hrrrrgggghh... fuck kyeeeeesshhhh... kaaaah!"

Drooling as her middle finger pushed into her sodden cunt, the misty-eyed hawk continued to draw the dragoness. It pushed in and pulled out in such slow strides, while the heat of her body continued building higher and higher. Alice's pencil also moved up, starting to add further additions to the dragon's face.

Those eyes were perfect enough, but she needed further refinement to capture her the beauty of her face. Her sensual, mature, womanly face. The sharp angular eyes, the pointed snout, the lustful smirk upon her scaly lips; Alice needed to have all of it. She needed to capture the perfection that was this woman, in every single way she could.

And her left hand... ah... it continued to pleasure her. That middle finger, pushing deep into her cunt with its every penetration. Steamy hot breaths began to flow out of Alice's mouth soon after, her eyes twitching and rolling back.

There it was again, that extreme pleasure, just like in the bathroom! Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, like a volcano about to erupt! A push here, a twist there, a slow, arduous grind back, and finally--

"KKKUUAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Throwing back with her head while her finger plunged deep to the knuckle once more, Alice began cumming. It coated her fingers, and soaked her panties through with her thick, feminine juices. So much streaked down her legs and thighs as well, splattering upon the floor, and even staining a few of her sketches. All the while, Alice sat in a state of pure bliss... only for her eyes to grow wide.

The hawk's blood ran cold, realization striking her like a ton of bricks. Gasping and falling back upon the floor, she looked upon the sketch she drew of the dragoness like it could come to life right before her. It was pure, abject horror.

"What!? Noooo! Didn't!" Alice cried out, unable to even quantify what she was looking at.

This picture... this was the woman from her dreams. The very same tall, draconian being that would arise out of the tub when she approached. The very same one who knew her name, despite not knowing her name in response. The very same one whom she'd never seen before, yet haunted her dreams day after day after day. And despite the fact that the woman was nothing more than a dream construct, Alice had perfectly translated her into a picture form.

"How did that... how's that... no!" she shouted, the funk of sex also wafting into her nose.

Just... just what the hell had she done? Drawing that image which she didn't even remember doing, mind you, and then masturbating as she did so!? She wasn't in her right of mind when she did, but, damn, what state of mind was she in!? Seriously!? She couldn't even think of a way to explain! Was she just that horny!?

Looking back at the portrait, damn, did it look amazing. Perfect in every way, shape and form; from her seductive face to her piercing eyes, her illustrious figure and - of course - her amazing breasts.

To think she captured all of this on paper... how?

Look, Alice is an artist, but once again, her expertise is in clothes and even settings, not people. She honestly felt like she struggled to draw faces, unless she had a model to stare at for a good few hours. So the fact that she produced something this amazing, something this gorgeous, something this spot on... it was alien to her. Almost as if her movements were not her own.

"Fuck! Ah! What is going on with me!?" Alice shouted, her hand clutching her head, "D-dammit!"

Snapping up soon after, the now angered hawk readied her hands, prepared to tear the piece of paper before her to shreds. But... no, she didn't do it. She merely stroked her hand along the image, her angered expression becoming more disappointed and embarrassed, her eyes even glancing away.

Nearby, there were some fabrics she had which she often used to help her sketches. One such was long, white, and a bit translucent, though still thick enough to block one's view of something. With that in mind, she picked up the fabric and threw it over the portrait, covering it completely.

And yet as she pulled back... aaah... Alice felt as if there was still a presence here with it. Specifically, it was as if she could feel the portrait's eyes glaring at her through the blanket she threw over it. It sent an uncomfortable shiver through her body, her arms raised as she clutched close to herself defensively.

Maybe... maybe she needed to get some air.

...

Finally, someone let me out of my cage

Now, time for me is nothing, 'cause I'm countin' no age

Nah, I couldn't be there, now you shouldn't be scared

I'm good at repairs, and I'm under each snare

Intangible, bet you didn't think, so I command you to

Panoramic view, look, I'll make it all manageable

Pick and choose, sit and lose, all you different crews

Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kickin' tunes?

Picture you getting down in a picture tube

Like you lit the fuse, you think it's fictional?

Mystical? Maybe, spiritual hero

Who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy?

Lifeless to those, the definition for what life is

Priceless to you, because I put you on the hype shit

You like it? Gun smokin', righteous with one toke

Get psychic among those, possess you with one dose

Up and down her head bobbed in tune with the music playing through her headphones, though the expression of the hawk remained cool and composed. Her white sports bra hugged close to her breasts, keeping them tightly confined, and honestly, did a pretty good job of flaunting her modestly sized bust. Her legs too were covered in tight, white sports pants, which stretched and contoured itself to her athletic figure. All the while, the soles of her sandals kicked up sand with her every movement, while the visor of her hat kept the sun out of her gaze.

Just as she originally surmised, the beaches were appropriately busy and crowded, though she had a comfortable time running through it. Were their heckles? Were their calls? Of course there were, especially for such a fit, pretty young woman as herself. But in her head she could not hear them, her eyes were instead locked on the land before her, her ears buzzing in tune with the music, while her mind... well, her mind was somewhere else

What has been going on with her lately? Why did she masturbate in the bathtub, then masturbate in her work room, all whilst drawing that picture of that strange woman in her dreams? She did both whilst not wanting to... or... _did_she not want to? She couldn't even remember. If she wanted to masturbate, then there's nothing wrong with doing so in her own home. She can do whatever the hell she wants to do!

But... she _didn't_want to masturbate, did she? When she did it in the tub and in her work room, it was like she had been caught in a trance, her mind swimming elsewhere. All she thought about was pleasuring herself, and she did so without hesitation. Pushing her finger in and out of her cunt, building her pleasure higher and higher.

"Nnngghh..."

Oh yes, it was so very great too, better than some of the sex she's had in her life. But the fact that she found herself getting aroused at random felt particularly uncomfortable. It's not like she was looking up porn or something; she just randomly felt hot and bothered to an extreme level.

But what made it so bad was that she couldn't control herself. She just went and fingered herself without a care in the world, both in her bathtub, and then in her office. Speaking of, what of that painting? She drew the woman from her dreams without hesitation, taking in her every detail. Her body, her face, especially her eyes. Even now, it was like she could feel them looking at her.

Now that she thought about it... that problem she's had of getting randomly turned on? They started happening around the same time that recurring dream first came to her.

"Haaaaaaah... wh-what...?"

Skidding to a halt, Alice looked down, eyes locked on her crotch. Yes... she could feel that part of her body tingling so suddenly. Her head then cocked to the side, her beak twitching in disbelief.

She was getting turned on again.

"N-no... what is wrong with--"

"HEY, ALICE! IS THAT YOU!?"

Her brown eyes widened, that call beating over the music in her ears. Removing her headphones and letting them sit on her neck, the hawk turned to face where the call came from. What her eyes befell was a cheetah. A very tall, very masculine cheetah.

He stood above her easily, a towering being of muscles and beefcake. His spotted orange fur glowed valiantly in the sunlight, the middle white of his body so detailed and chiseled. From that chest that looked like it could bounce bullets off of it, to those six-pack abs that slid along his stomach, he was like Adonis in every way. His hair was messy and red, flowing from his head like a glorious mane, whilst standing proudly against the rest of his body. And when one looks into his eyes, they see...

Ah...heaven.

His eyes glowed like the greenest of forests. No, they glowed like priceless emeralds on one's ring, and when they slid under a bit of shadow, they turned into a most alluring of jade colors. When Alice's eyes befell the Adonis-like cheetah as he approached her, she felt her heart start to beat irregularly.

And the heat in her pants grew in strength.

"C-Claude..." Alice said, while he waved at her in a boisterous manner.

"Hey Alice! It is you!" he called back, his voice so loud, so calming, so friendly, "Heh heh! I knew it could only be you when I saw your long tail feathers!"

Now for most, such a statement would be a bit... sketchy. If he was looking at her tail feathers, then that meant he was probably looking at her ass. Well, him and, like, probably a hundred other guys she's run past so far. But unlike those other guys, he actually had the courage to come up and say it.

No, wait, not courage, more like ignorant bravery to do so.

Claude was a cheetah around her age, one whose magnificent body was exactly what you'd expect of a man living in Oceanside. However, he lacked the typical meatheadedness one would associate with a person of a similar body type, but he also wasn't a particularly suave individual either. No, Claude was more like... like...

"Nice form when running by the way!" he said whilst flashing her a grin, "All the guys were totally checking it out! I think they wanna go running with you sometime!"

Like an lovable, goofy idiot. A charming, lovable, goofy idiot.

"Wh-what? M-my form?" Alice said as she looked over her shoulder towards her buttocks, only to blush furiously when she realized what he was probably trying to say, "H-hey! Tell your boys to stop checking me out while I'm running! I'm not Maxine!"

"Heh heh! I know, I know!" he said whilst scratching the back of his head, "But I didn't expect to see you running around. You don't typically do that this early in the day. Something wrong?"

Alice opened her beak to answer his question, but her nose suddenly caught smell of the sweat on Claude's body. Her brown eyes widened soon after, glancing down towards his chest, then his flat, muscular stomach. There was a soft glow there; half from sea water, the other half from sweat in the sun. It made him look rather... mmmmm...

Damn was Claude so hot for such an idiot. And... and...

"Nnnghhh..."

"Hm? You okay?"

Oh no! Oh no no no!

Looking down, that heat in her pants had revealed itself, only now, it was twice as bad! Her pussy was sweltering in how hot it was, with Alice feeling like she had placed a sauna in her pants! She even clenched her legs together, thighs squeezing over her womanhood in an attempt to calm the raging arousal within her loins. That only served to make things worse however, for the juices oozing out of her cunt started to track upon her legs, smearing about and covering it in a glossy sheen.

"Hey, Alice... you look a bit sick," Claude said in a concerned manner, ignorant to what she was going through, "Your cheeks are super red!"

"H-huh? Wh-what? Aaah..."

Stepping away from him, Alice placed her hand on her cheek, feeling just how hot it was. Damn, her flesh felt like a stove top; she wouldn't be surprised if she started to steam thanks to all this heat. She pulled back and gasp, only to realize her awkward movements may come off as being a bit strange to the cheetah before her. And in fact, they had, for when she looked back at him, he appeared to be even more concerned for her well-being.

"Alice...?" Claude even said, his hand reaching out for her.

"I-I'm fine!" she replied in a bit of a sharp tone, much to his surprise, "I'm fine, Claude! I just... ahh... n-needed a little air and some... ahem... _alone_time."

He looked at her in a quizzical manner when she said that, now convinced completely that something was wrong. But thanks to her sharp tone and quick movements, he realized it was probably best to not push the issue, at least not right away. Hey, he may not be the smartest, but he's not thick; he could tell when someone needed time to themselves.

"Okay, Alice, I see," he replied, before giving her a rather cheery smile, "Heh heh! But I think you should go to a pharmacy; you look a bit sick! Welp! See ya later!"

He turned to leave her, still smiling and waiving even as he ran away. And boy, did she watch with unflinching eyes, unable and incapable of looking elsewhere. His body was just as glorious in motion as it was when standing still, so strong, so powerful, so great. Damn, she'd love to be hunted in the wild by something like that! With how strong and big he was, how fast too... mmm... there'd be no escape.

A sliver of drool hang from Alice's lips, the heat in her pants growing even more unbearable. She groaned out loud, her brown eyes looking down towards her pelvis. Her pussy was twitching like mad now, oozing her nectar all along her crotch where it made her panties shear. If this continued on, well, she'd probably soak herself through her pants as well.

How was she this damn aroused!? All she did was marvel at Claude's body for a little while, but really, she _always_did that! He was hot, and she had an attraction to him; it was as simple as that! But, damn, with how horny she was right now, you'd think he had just put on an entire sexy dance for her, or something like that! To make matters worse, her mind was steadily filled with thoughts._Depraved_thoughts.

Fuck, what she wouldn't give to have Claude pin her down in the sands of this beach right now. She'd pull off those beach shorts of his quickly, revealing his amazing cock. Mmmm... it was probably so big, so thick, so long as well. He'd tear off her clothes in some wild, rampant, hungry need for her body, revealing her pussy. Then he'd plunge that dick _deeeeeeep_inside of her. No need for foreplay; she was plenty moist right now. Fuck, and then--

"Kkkknnghhhh! MMF!?"

Covering her mouth with her hand, Alice's wide eyes darted left and right. Fuck, this just kept happening! Slipping in and out of reality, balancing over losing control over herself, and realizing just what was going on! What was wrong with her!? She needed to get out of here and fast, less she do something she regrets for the rest of her life!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Alice shouted to herself as she ran away from the beach.

Fuck she was so damn aroused; it was like a hot river had appeared in her crotch. Should she run back home? No, that was a few blocks away, and she was incredibly horny now! She really, really, _reeaaaallly_needed to fucking cum!

So where to go? Dammit! She was on a fucking beach! There had to be, like, a thousand places for her to hide! How about...

"There!" Alice shouted as she rushed for a nearby bathroom.

Rushing into the women's restroom, her eyes darted about to see that it was empty. Good. She then ran towards the last stall, slipping inside and locking it behind her. It was slightly dirty, the walls lined with graffiti, but dammit, she didn't care. She just leaned her head back against the wall of the stall, slipped her hand beneath her pants, and--

"Fuuuuuuuckkk! Kkuuuukkkuuuuuhhh!"

Eyes closed shut, Alice let a throaty moan loose from her lips as she started to toy with her cunt. Her fingers stroked it left and right, slipping and sliding along her pussy and further raising her pleasure. Every touch was just as explosive as the last, causing the hawkgirl's back to arch, and shameless moans to fill the air.

Dammit she needed to have better control over herself, but she just couldn't manage it, no matter how hard she tried! Instead she further moved her pants down her hips, freeing her pussy and allowing the cool air to grace upon her sweaty thighs. Her eyes opened soon after, gazing down at the dirty floor as her mind swam with thoughts.

Just... how the hell did it all lead up to this?

But she didn't have enough time to think about it before another surge of need swelled between her thighs. Gritting her teeth, Alice prepared her middle finger, pushing it deep into her tight pussy. To feel it tighten around her finger was pleasurable in and of itself, Alice even threw her head back as another shrill cry left her.

Desire. Pleasure. Sex. It all swarmed around Alice's mind, her eyes closing shut.

She desired Claude, wanting to have that large cheetah walk right into this bathroom stall. He'd pull down his swimming trunks, revealing that glorious feline cock of his. Maybe she'd keep stroking her cunt, maybe she'd even suck his dick, regardless, she knew she'd be entranced by his form and his power.

Soon, he'd push that cock of his deeeeeep into her pussy, gifting her with pleasure. She'd suckle over every inch of his cock with her cunt as well, leaning back on the toilet with her legs raised up high. With his every thrust, his every pump, he'd push her body up, breasts bouncing, hair flying, and loud moans filling the entire bathroom.

The sex they'd have would be amazing. The longer it went on, the looser Alice's grip on reality would become. Soon, all she'd focus on is sex. Sex, pleasure, desire, need, all of it! Like a glorious buffet, filling her over and over again! Yes! Yes! YES!

In and out, in and out, Alice pumped her middle digit into her cunt. Fuck, masturbating three times a day? What was she? A thirteen-year-old boy? And yet she couldn't help herself! It was like her body - her arousal - was being controlled by someone else! It demanded her attention, less it continue to control her! So she kept fingering herself, harder and harder, faster and faster!

But Alice would not allow this to get the better of her, not this time! Nooooooooo... no! She would figure out why this was happening, and she knew just how to do it. But first...

"Kuuuuhhhuuuuh! Cumming! Kaaaaahhhn! CUMMINNNG!!! Nnngh... Kuaaaahh! Khaaaaaahhh!!!"

Leaning back against the wall, Alice's pleasure finally hit its zenith, her legs wobbling as she began cumming hard. Her pussy squirted her thick, clear, rich juices all over her thighs, before arching to further stream upon the floor. Fuck, she was a squirter? When the hell did that happen!? She was never that way before! And yet...

"Fuck! So good! Khaaah!"

She closed her eyes tight, her fingers laying on her labia to spread it apart, allowing her stream to flow unabashedly upon the floor. Hell, it flew so far, some of it even stained the toilet! But eventually, it came to a steady stop, flowing slowly, before petering out into nothing. And when it did, it left her panting for air, her eyes closed softly as she let out a relaxed groan.

And reality struck her hard.

But by this point in time, she was used to it. Masturbating in a bathroom though? Yeah, that's new. It was embarrassing, her legs wobbling as she struggled to pull her pants back up her body. But in spite of how ashamed she was, the hawk brought her nectar-rich finger over towards her face.

It..._she_smelled so good.

"Mmmmfff..."

And for the second time that day, she tasted from her own body. But unlike the first time, she wasn't as embarrassed about it. She did taste good so... what was the shame in that? At least only she knew about it.

This though? This could not continue any more. She was going to face the person - face the _being -_responsible for this, and she was going to do it soon. Well, assuming this being was, ya'know, even _real,_and she just wasn't incredibly horny for some reason.

Before Alice left the bathroom stall, she placed her headphones back on her ears. And as she turned up the volume to listen to them, a most peculiar song was playing on the radio. No, wait... not a song.

It was a poem.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought--

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"

He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

...

No more! That's it! No fucking more! No more of these games! No more of this lust! No more of this arousal! Just... no more!

WHAM!

The sound of her door slamming open echoed out not only through her apartment, but through the hall outside of it as well. That was sure to bother someone, but right now, Alice could care less. She instead slipped into her home and locked the door, her brown eyes glancing towards her kitchen. Dashing inside, she searched through her cupboards for whatever medicine she had on hand. Something weak, because she really wasn't sick, but strong enough to actually knock her out.

Yes, that's exactly what Alice was going to do. Take a few drugs, go to sleep, and _stay_asleep. Not permanently! Her dreams... something about them was _dangerously_real. More specifically, the woman within them. If she was real - which the hawk was really leaning on - then there was only one way to speak to her.

In her dreams, she always woke up when the woman approached her, almost in a protective manner. That woman was dangerous, and her body knew that. But right now, Alice's spirit was stronger than that. So in order to not involuntarily wake up before she was ready, the hawk was going to put herself in a deep enough sleep to overcome it.

So she readied a few pills of a nighttime sickness medicine. Yeah, you know the kind. After that, she got herself a cup of water, downed two of those pills, then steadily made her way to bed.

"Okay you... _whatever_you are," said Alice as she rested her head into her pillow, "I'm coming for you... I'm com... ing... foor... yooouuu... hnnn... kkknnn... khaaa... zzzzzzzz..."

Voices... words... things Alice remembered, but were far too abstract to grasp. A void of darkness. Flames in the far distance. A name familiar to her, yet long since forgotten. A cautionary tale. Historical? Fantasy? Real? Myth? Truth? Lies? Fact or fiction?

Music? Poems?

Finally, someone let me out of my cage.

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame.

Now... WAKE UP!

"KAH!?"

Throwing her head up, Alice stared around the room in a curious manner. The first thing she realized? It was all so very pristine and white. No longer was she in her simple bedroom, surrounded by clothes and the like. Instead it was replaced by opulent roman walls, adorned in gold, white and purple. Curtains laid on the windows, but on the other end of said windows was nothing but a glowing, yellow sun. It glowed so bright in fact, it was impossible for one to see where this building laid.

"Nnnghh... haaah..."

When Alice pulled up, she realized she was laying in a massive, queen-sized bed. Its sheets were just as pristine and white as one would suspect of such a place, with a golden trim lacing its edges. It came up to her neck, covering her completely naked body.

Yes, yes, she was back. _This_was the place.

Emerging from the bed, the hawkgirl gazed around in a demure, shy fashion, though she continued to push herself forward. Laying on the edge of a nearby chair was a bathrobe, one that was purple, gold, and perfectly sized for her body. Picking it up and pulling it over, she wrapped it around her nude form, giving her a modicum of decency as she headed for the door of this opulent bedroom.

The halls of this roman palace were large, making her feel so small and tiny among them. Gazing around as well, the furniture that adorned the walls seemed made for people who were far, far taller and larger than she was. More than capable of judging things in terms of height by eyesight alone (being a fashion guru and all), the hawk surmised that this was all created for beings that were perhaps nine or ten feet tall. Maybe even more.

"What is this place...?" Alice muttered to herself in an incredulous manner, "I feel like I'm in Wonderland... hmmm..."

But she continued on, recognizing these halls for she had traveled them in the past. But unlike before where she was often times wondering about in confusion, this time she trekked through the halls with a certain sense of direction.

She could hear it, far in the distance...

Sssssssssssssss...

The gentle streaming of running water.

Tugging a bit on her robes, Alice continued pushing towards the sound, traveling even deeper into the palace in doing so. The closer she made way towards the water, the louder and louder it became. Eventually it was impossible not to hear, and she even heard the sound of... _splashing?_Movement? It was getting closer and closer, and Alice began moving faster and faster. Eventually she broke through an arched doorway, entering a wide open area with various gold and white couches adorning the edge of a square-shaped pool. Arches laid at the back of this room, their edges lined with white curtains that billowed in the wind, while that omnipresent sun continued to glow on the other end.

Reaching her hand up, Alice tugged at the collar of her robe in an apprehensive manner, before sliding her gaze down towards the waters of the pool. They were calm and undisturbed, save for where the water splashed into it. It came pouring out of a relief resembling the head of a dragon, it being a darker gold compared to the brighter golds of the rest of the palace.

All of this was so familiar to her. Nights in this wayward dream, traveling from one end of the palace to the other, always led on the by sound of rushing water. But this time, Alice knew this dream was not typical. She knew that the being here was very, _very_real.

"Where are you...?" she whispered.

Plop!

Looking up, she watched as a ring of water suddenly quaked, running over every inch of the pool. Something was beneath the surface, and that something was getting closer and closer and closer. The hawk shivered in anticipation, but she did not pull herself back. She merely waited for it - waited for _her -_to finally reveal herself.

The waters started to ruminate, a being emerging right before Alice's very eyes. Standing, taller and taller, a figure that loomed over the hawkgirl as water cascaded down their perfect, perfect form. She was a reptile, body adorned in onyx scales that glowed thanks to the shine of sunlight. Her figure voluptuous and feminine, smooth in all the right places, curvy in all others. Statuesque was her beauty, thanks to her magnificent height that towered over all others. Her breasts, perfectly sized for her body, yet far, far larger than anything Alice had seen before. So spherical too, so lofty, barely sagging, perky... ah... and they way they moved with her every breath.

"Haaaahh..."

Slowly, the draconian woman raised her hands, drawing Alice's gaze upwards. Unable to move, unable to blink, unable to even think, the hawk watched as the woman slid her fingers through her long, flowing, purple-white hair. It spiraled from her head in a sensual display of flawlesness, and was only broken by the rather demonic-looking horns that jutted from her head. They were red in color, curved like the horns of a ram or a goat, and pointed upwards towards the skies.

Her tail slithered about from her backside. Thick, long, and powerful, it could easily break steel in twain from one, single strike. But this woman wasn't a masculine powerhouse, she was far more feminine, far more graceful, far more womanly than that. And yet... she clearly had the strength to move mountains if it came to that. Maybe it was because of her height that exuded strength. Perhaps the red claws at the tips of her fingers. Maybe even that wingspan that extended long from her back, more than capable of blotting out the skies if she decided to extend them out.

But there was also something eldritch_about this woman. Something strange, bizarre... daunting and terrifying to boot. Was it her impossible beauty? Maybe even her height? Perhaps both that combined to create the portrait of someone who _shouldn't_exist? Or maybe... maybe it was the _tentacles.

From the woman's back - seemingly from the same place her wings or tail started - there were two, slithering tendrils. They wiggled about, but at the end of them were not prongs or hands... but mouths. Mouths with teeth, and slimy, drooling tongues. They wiggled about in the air before Alice, both adorned with grins that showed their teeth.

But the hawk did not remain trapped on them for too long. Instead she looked up, meeting the eyes of the woman yet again. Her eyes laid on that face, getting lost in the perfect beauty of it. From her lips, to her pointed snout, to her eyes. Her golden... glowing... brilliant... eyes. When those eyes met Alice's eyes...

It was like she was trapped in a trance.

Her hand moving forward, the mysterious woman cupped Alice's cheek, while her golden gaze continued to dominate her young mind. The hawk could only shiver in response, unable to say anything but babble, all while the woman before her smiled. Her her hand even stroked along Alice's cheek and chin, rubbing her, appraising her, all before she finally spoke.

"Alice..."

And the hawk closed her eyes.

This was it. Usually, this was the point in her dreams where she'd awaken in a cold sweat upon her bed. But this time, when her eyes reopened, she found herself still being face to face with the smiling, alluring woman. The drugs... they worked!

That... that _is_a good thing... right?

The woman didn't seem too surprised however. In fact, her smile grew in size, her other hand also reaching out to cup the other side of Alice's face. It's hard to explain, but despite feeling such incredible fear, the hawk also felt so calm, so relaxed. Her heart was racing, but she didn't want to run away and hide. No, she wanted to be here with the woman, even if she was still so very confused.

"Wh... wh-who are you?" she asked, to which the woman gently cocked her head to the side.

But the woman did not answer, not right away at least. Instead her thumb coasted along Alice's beak, sending a shiver down her spine as she could taste a bit of the woman's nail on her lip. She wanted to pull away - needed to pull away - but those golden eyes kept her trapped like a rat. Immobile, controlled, dominated, submissive.

And yet...

"Who are you!" Alice shouted, fighting against these metaphysical bonds and making the woman pull back.

But the woman was not scared, not surprised, not even disappointed. No... she only smiled. Soon after, a chuckling noise began to echo from her, making Alice realize it was not coming from the dragoness' lips, but from the mouths on her tentacles. That belittling chuckle caused the hawk to grow docile yet again, her brief abrasiveness being placed aside, but not fading away fully. She just needed to know; she couldn't take it anymore!

"Please... tell me, who are you!? _What_are you?" Alice asked, the woman nodding as she started to rise out of the water fully.

Not caring about the nudity of her perfect body, the woman stood tall and proud before Alice, her hips swaying left and right in a hypnotic fashion. The hawk pulled back gingerly, moving further and further away from the approaching dragoness. Eventually she hit a couch, falling over and laying upon its incredibly soft cushions. Her eyes remained locked on the woman's face, her soft breaths filling the air. The woman came and sat down on the couch with her, those alluring golden eyes staring deep into her brown ones.

"Are you afraid of me?" the woman asked, her voice just as stirring, just as alluring, just as powerful as one would suspect.

It was a voice that exuded the grace of an empress. Strong, yet also relaxed in a strange way. She held all the power here, and even the slightest ruminations of her voice proved it. It sent shivers down Alice's spine, her eyes even fluttering as she looked up towards the overbearing dragoness.

"I... you... you're the one who has been... been making me... ahem... t-turning me on... aren't you?" Alice asked as the woman's hand drifted forward.

"Yes," she answered, not even bothering to hide this information, "I am the one who has been turning you on... aaaahhh..." her yellow eyes glowed, "Does that bother you?"

Well... yeah! It should, shouldn't it? So... why didn't Alice feel bad then? This woman, this dragon, this... thing, she was controlling her body. How did she even do that? Just... what the hell is going on?

Alice had questions, and she wanted them answered!

But before she could open her beak again, the woman placed her hand upon the sash in the middle of the hawk's robe. She wasn't touched directly, yet it still sent a shiver down her spine and made her blood pump. The woman pressed on however, sliding her hand up and down the seam of Alice's robe. Feeling those slender fingers and the heavy nails attached to them slide up and down her body, coaxed shivering groans out of her mouth. She didn't know what to do, and remained stuck in place like a deer in headlights.

And the woman just kept going.

"P-please... haaaahh..." Alice said through shivering lips, "At least... t-tell me who... who you are... haaahh! I-I need to know!"

The woman remained silent however, her golden eyes continuing to look deep into the hawk's brown ones, as she leaned and pressed her nude body up against the hawk's side. She had such lovely, smooth scales, and each one were flawless. It adorned her form so well, and caused a drool to hang from Alice's lips.

Fuck, she was so close, and so naked as well. Not one inch of her perfect body was covered. Well, unless water counts as any sort of covering. The sight of her form leaning so close - especially those large breasts - drew Alice in closer and closer. She just couldn't free herself of the mysterious woman's amazing charms.

It wasn't until her hand drew up and slide through her brown and green hair, that Alice brought her gaze back up towards the woman's smiling face.

"My name...?" said the dragoness, "My name is Freyja, Alice."

"Freyja..."

Alice mouthed that name slowly, before being suddenly returned to reality... or whatever this was. Her brown eyes widened and she pulled away, her heart racing fearfully. This mysterious woman... she was so very, very real. But what exactly was she?

"Freyja! Y-your name is Freyja!" Alice muttered, "Ah... what..." her eyes darted back towards the woman's face, reading that alluring smile she had on, "You're a... dragon?"

"Hmmm... a dragon? Me? Close... but _not_exactly," the woman answered, making Alice cocked her head in an inquisitive manner.

"You... you're _not_a dragon?" she asked, "But you look like one..."

"Dragons come in many shapes and sizes... much like you, Alice," Freyja said as she pointed at her, "You are a bird, correct? But more specifically, you are a hawk, a specific _type_of bird. I belong to the dragon family, yes. But am I an eastern dragon? No. Am I a western Dragon? No. Perhaps I am a wyvren then? Fufufufu... no, I am not that either. I am a dragon, but not any dragon that you would know."

"Then... then what type of dragon are you?"

Freyja grew silent, but her smile did not leave. Instead she began approaching Alice slowly, her tentacles squirming about before her. They came closer and closer, the hawk's heart racing, her brown eyes looking into those golden ones. And when their gazes met, a sense of_calm_began overtaking her.

Freyja's hand began drifting forward.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son," she said in a erotic manner, her finger gently stroking through Alice's hair, "The jaws that bite, the claws that catch."

Her touch was sensual, the hawk's eyes closing. She even gave a shudder and a moan, unable to contain herself.

"Khaahhahahhaaa..."

Freyja continued on.

_"_The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame," she whispered, Alice's eyes reopening to look into her face, "Came whiffling through the tulgey wood..."

"_Jabberwock..._y... you're a jabberwock...?" Alice exclaimed, Freyja nodding in response.

"Yes... I am a jabberwock... see?"

One of her tentacles slid forward, its mouth opening to extend its slender tongue. It licked along Alice's cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. It was such a warm lick, and it further drew the hawk into the stunning allure that is the jabberwock before her. Soon after, Freyja's other tentacle slid forward, it too starting to look the other side of Alice's cheek. There was a part of the hawk that was still defiant... somewhere. But right now? She was fully under the jabberwock's control, allowing her to do whatever it is she pleased.

The alternating licks from Freyja's tentacles helped to further quell and relax Alice, who let out passionate groans as she fell back in the couch. The dragoness continued her approach, eventually looming over the hawk with her superior height. Reaching down, her hand sat in the center of Alice's chest, before sensually sliding down her body towards the sash of her bathrobe. Freyja untied it slowly, loosening the garment from the hawk's body, and allowing it to fall slack on her shoulders.

"Freeeeyjaaaaa... khaaaaaah..." Alice groaned, her brown eyes looking up towards the jabberwock's golden ones.

"Look at you... fufufufufu... you're so cute..."

Gazing down, Freyja began to appraise Alice's body. It was toned and athletic, but not so much that it ruined her femininity. The curves of her body were immaculate, especially how her breasts were so lovely in size, slid down towards that thin waist, then expanded back into luscious hips and a curved ass.

Mmm..

The golden-brown of her plumage only further accentuated Alice's figure. The hawk was primarily brown along her sides and back along with a few black dots here and there, but towards the middle she turned a milky-white.

Dragging her hands up towards one of the hawk's breast, Freyja gave it a tender clutch, causing Alice to lean back and let out a shivering moan. It was so high-pitched, bringing a grin to the jabberwock's lips. When she looked up towards the hawk's face, she could see her falling deeper and deeper into that well of lust.

And how...

Alice could barely restrain herself. Her body felt so hot, especially her crotch. Her womanhood throbbed with a powerful need, the desire to feel something slide deep into her. Her hands remained limp at the sides of her head however, allowing Freyja to do as she pleased with her body. Licking her cheeks with those tentacles, whilst groping and kneading her tit. Those claws squeezed just hard enough into her breast to give her so much pleasure and almost no pain, while her hard, jutting nipple rubbed up against he palm of Freyja's hand. The dragoness was so effortless in the way she toyed with her body.

"Haaaah... wh-what are you...?" Alice then asked, a rare moment where she broke free of her lustful bonds to look at Freyja with a quivering body.

In return, the jabberwock merely looked at her with a growing smirk. Her head then began to lean in closer... and closer... and closer. In turn, Alice's eyes slide shut and she pursed her lips...

"Mmm..."

"Mmmff..."

Their lips met in a slow, deep, passionate kiss. Alice's thin tongue slid along Freyja's tongue, which was far thicker, yet far more slender. It was wily like a serpent, capable of moving within Alice's mouth in such a unique manner. The way it stroked along the inner walls of her maw, graced her teeth, slid along her tongue, all whilst trading her spit, was intoxicating to say the least. The hawk's eye twitched with such deep, lustful need, and she pushed more into Freyja.

The kiss deepened, with Alice's arms wrapping around the dragoness' shoulders. Clinging close to her, she grew more energetic in the kiss, brushing her tongue up against Freyja's in response. Moans left the two of them, while their lips smacked off of one another. Beak to scales, a euphoric concoction that Alice needed to have more of.

"Haaa!"

"Khuhhuhuh...!"

And when Freyja broke the kiss, it left the hawk shuddering. She wanted more, she _needed_more; even if it knocked her out, Alice would gladly accept it. So laying back on the couch, she panted and breathed hard for air as her brown eyes looked up towards her statuesque lover.

"Nmmmm... I must say, Alice... I didn't tell you everything," Freyja suddenly said, causing the hawk to cock her head in a confused manner.

"Wh... what...?" she replied.

"Hmm... I _hid_information from you," the jabberwock confessed, her golden eyes suddenly glowing. It helped keep Alice docile.

"What... what information...?" the hawk asked, her body shivering.

"I'm not _just_a jabberwock... I am a _succubus_as well..."

That... that answered so many questions. How she was able to get into Alice's dreams, why she had been getting aroused and horny at such random times, why that feeling had only growing stronger, and of course, why Freyja was so stunningly beautiful. She was a succubus, a creature whose entire existence was to elevate pleasure. Lustful, lewd, pleasure.

"I've imprinted on you, Alice..." Freyja continued on, with the hawk clinging to her out of instinct, "In you... I believe I've found the answer to my question."

"What... khrrrghh... what question...?" Alice asked.

"In you... I've found my way out of here."

"Your way... out of..." Freyja started moving in again, "H-here... mmmfff..."

Kissing one another once again, Alice found her mind drifting elsewhere. Freyja's words were alarming... they _should_be alarming... but the hawk didn't seem to care. She was focused only on the kissing, which grew stronger and stronger. The jabberwock quickly put her tongue to work, slipping and sliding it along Alice's tongue, and utterly dominating the kiss. The hawk found herself pinned, eventually resting idly by as she allowed the dragoness to do as she pleased.

Fuck, it was such a delicious kiss. Tasting Freyja's spit as it oozed into her mouth, Alice let loose her moans, allowing them to flow into her lover. The jabberwock continued on, eventually laying close towards the hawk, pinning her beneath her body.

Freyja's heavy tits pressed hard against Alice's, smothering them in her superior cup-size. Their hard, rigid nipples also pressed and started rubbing up against one another, flicking and triggering even more moans from the hawkgirl. Clinging closely to Freyja's body, Alice refused to let up, refuse to relinquish even an ounce of this amazing pleasure she was indulging in.

It was just that great.

But once again, it was not her who dictated the pace of this, but Freyja. The dragoness eventually pulled back, lips leaving lips, just so her golden eyes could meet Alice's brown ones yet again. The hawk shivered under the gaze of her statuesque lover, but didn't actually say anything. She just stared, endlessly, deeply, while a wicked smile appeared upon Freyja's lips.

"Do you wish to experience more, Alice? To feel everything a succubus can do for you?" the jabberwock asked, to which she furiously nodded.

"Yes... I do..." she replied, her eyes controlled by Freyja's powerful gaze.

"Then let me show you, sweetheart... mmm..."

Pulling back, Freyja sat up on the opulent couch right beside Alice's waist. Then she moved both hands down, each one grabbing a hold of the hawk's breasts. Her fingers squeezed into both of her breasts, triggering a loud moan from Alice's lips. But she didn't fight off Freyja, instead she pushed out more of her chest, as if to give herself up to her mysterious lover. In turn, the jabberwock licked her lips in a hungry manner... and she began to pull.

"Kuuuuuuuhhh! Kggguuuuuuhhh!!!"

An intense well of pleasure suddenly roared through Alice's body, centering specifically on her breasts. It burned, but not in a painful way. No, like the soothing burn of lotion being applied to one's skin. It was followed by the feeling of growth, as if something was getting heavier on Alice's body. Yes, her breasts; they were getting heavier and heavier! And with that increase in weight, there was an increase in pleasure! Her breasts were already such delicious toys to play with, but now they were getting twice as sensitive! And Freyja pulled, and pulled... and pulled! Until finally...

"There..."

Her hands pulled away and Alice fell on the couch, beak wide as she gasped for air. Brown eyes fluttering open soon after, they looked down towards her chest. Her large, busty, chest. Alice couldn't believe what she was seeing; her breasts had grown in size! Before she was moderate, sporting C-cup sized tits that - while not as large as Maxine's and certainly not as large as Bella's - were modest in their own right. But now?

Her breasts were _Double-Ds._Right before her eyes, Alice had grown two cup-sizes in under a few seconds.

"What? How did you...?" she babbled, "A dream! Right! This is a dream!"

"Ohohohohoho! Is it?" Freyja asked, her finger poking Alice between her breasts, "Such is the pleasures a succubus can bless you with, Alice. Your body? I control_your body. It belongs to _me."

Once again, rather alarming words from a succubus! And also once again, Alice appeared to be rather dulled. Instead she brought over her hands slowly, placing one upon each tit.

"Kahh!"

The touch was intense, her larger breasts being so incredibly sensitive. When Freyja pushed in with her sharp claws, the hawk felt like she'd cum in an instant. Her body was a torrent of pleasure now; no part of her form did not sent jolts of ecstasy through, though some areas did more than others. Freyja knew this, and she gleefully took control of the situation for her own desires.

Her hands gently stroked along Alice's body, touching, poking and prodding certain areas that electrified her. The hawk writhed on the couch in response, shameless, high-pitched coos and cries leaving her beak. Her eyes also screwed shut, her hands laying beside her head as she howled to the wind.

Alice's mind was nothing more than mush, nearly incapable of thinking as pleasure overwhelmed her. What was up, what was down? What was left, what was right? Did any of that even matter? Her mind was steadily being swashed over, blanketed and covered by a pink haze of domineering pleasure. And what laid within said haze?

Golden eyes. They peered at her, so hard and so long. Kaaaah...

Freyja's lips curled into a smile as she continued watching Alice lose herself in that pleasure. Her hand even began to stroke along the hawk's body, as if exploring her, appraising her, even. Alice's eyes eventually reopened, looking first towards the dragoness' stroking hand, before looking up towards those perky, heavy, large tits of hers.

Fuck they were so big. Like... shit... like the size of watermelons. Maybe even bigger? Alice couldn't tell, not right now. They were breasts worthy of being lavished in attention, of being kissed, sucked, explored until there was nothing left to see... and then doing it all over again like it was the very first time. Drool oozing out of Alice's beak, the hawk suddenly felt so very hungry, so very needy. She just... she just couldn't control herself.

And Freyja knew it.

Smiling, the jabberwock watched as Alice leaned up, her hands moving to grab upon Freyja's breasts. The moment her palms touched the dragoness' body, her eyes grew wide. The scales on her tits were so smooth! Letting out a sudden gasp, the hawkgirl took the time to steadily run her hands along her bosom, moving those large tits around and around in circles.

Fuck it was so good.

Her thumbs eventually came towards Freyja's areola and nipples, noting how they were pink against her onyx scales. Didn't make them look any less delicious however. Alice even hungrily licked her lips, that overwhelming desire controlling and pushing her forward. She opened her beak up, closed her eyes, and moved forward.

"Mmmmm... yeeesssss..."

Freyja's words echoed out in the chamber, while Alice's mouth clamped upon her nipple. Pushing up against the jabberwock's tits, the hawk sucked so incredibly hard. Spit sloppily oozed out her mouth and down her chin, but Alice didn't care. She kept suckling on that tit, loving how her spit was infused with Freyja's glorious taste. It was unlike anything the hawk had ever drank before!

The longer she sucked, the sloppier she became. Moans left Alice's mouth as she pushed up hard against that tit, absolutely coating Freyja's nipple and areola in her spit. Then she pulled away, a bridge of saliva hanging from her beak and up towards that hard nipple. Alice broke that strand when she slurped up her drool, but that didn't mean she was done yet. Instead she looked over towards Freyja's other tit, moved in, and took that into her mouth as well.

"Mmmmm... greedy, greedy little slut, aren't you?" Freyja quipped, her golden eyes glowing, her face belittling yet seductive, "Sucking and sucking... mmmm... have you not yet had your fill, Alice?"

But the hawkgirl was far too over the moon to care. Having clamped her beak upon that other nipple, she pressed hard into it, while her brown eyes opened up to look Freyja in the face. Seeing those golden eyes stare back caused Alice to give her a demure and submissive look.

Shit it was so hot to be stared down upon like how Freyja looked at her. It was like the hawk was less of a person, and more of an object to be played and toyed with. And if that gave Alice even a fraction_of the pleasure she was feeling right now, well, it would all be_worth it.

Suddenly Freyja moved over, pinning Alice beneath her larger body. Lips still curled in a seductive smirk, the dragoness slowly lowered her head, causing Alice to close her eyes in lust. She knew what was coming next, and merely awaited that moment.

Chu...

One kiss, right on her neck. Alice's eyes twitched, a throaty moan leaving her lips.

Chu...

Another kiss, right between the hawk's breasts. Alice groaned, her chest still so sensitive due to her larger tits. But she didn't fight Freyja off, no, if anything, her arching back only offered more of her breasts to her draconian lover. The jabberwock grinned, before kissing upon the sides of both of Alice's breasts. Each kiss was like a jolt of pleasure all its own, and it had Alice crying out for--

"More! Kahaaaahh!"

Freyja snickered.

Chu...

Another kiss, lower than her breasts. Slowly the jabberwock was moving down Alice's body, enjoying its style, its figure. Mmmm... such a delicious waist. Freyja pursed her lips again.

Chu...

"Khoooooooh...!"

Alice shuddered, that kiss having landed squarely on her navel. To be broken down like this by mere kisses... one would think the hawk was a virgin again. Honestly, she herself felt like a virgin with the way she was shuddering like a bitch in heat!

Freyja's hands meanwhile came down towards Alice's thighs, where she pushed open the hawk's thighs. In doing so, her golden eyes locked square on the hawk's pussy. It was pink, tight, and so fucking wet. Those sopping folds oozed her nectar all upon her thighs and the couch beneath them, and the scent that wafted from it alone was enough to intoxicate a person. Freyja gave yet another belittling snicker, while her tongue slid from her mouth.

Dexterous and lean, the jabberwock had a tongue one would suspect of a serpentine woman. She controlled it with ease and skill as well, darting it forward where it looked like it would touch Alice's cunt... only to pull back in a teasing manner. The hawk felt it lash at the air however, and that alone was enough to make her groan.

"Kaaaaahhh!"

"Ohohohoho! Look at you!" Freyja said with such a belittling tone, "You look like you'll cum from eyesight alone, you pathetic bird..." then she leaned in, her heavy and large breasts clapping against one another, "After this, normal sex will be nothing to you. You'll _never_be able to go back!"

There was truth in her words, and it had Alice swallowing her spit. How could she go back to normal sex when this great, powerful woman was pleasuring her so? Dream or not, every tryst she'd have from this moment on would be compared to Freyja. And the jabberwock hadn't even penetrated her yet! It was like the mere sound of her voice was enough to turn Alice into a sweaty, slutty mess!

Wait... wait... wait... huh? Is that... is that even possible?

Alice's gaze twisted, her head cocked to one side in a confused manner. Seeing that face brought chuckles from Freyja, her head nodding.

"You realize it, don't you..." said the jabberwock, her voice flowing into Alice's ears like the finest of wines, "You're starting to understand just how much I control you..."

"Could you do it...?" Alice asked breathlessly, "Could you... make me cum from the sound of your voice?"

Freyja chuckled.

"Oh sweetie... I can do much worse than that!"

Raising up her right hand, Freyja extended her middle finger. But she wasn't flipping Alice the bird, no, she was showing the hawk exactly what she was going to penetrate her with. That slender, majestic digit with the powerful red nail at the end, was pointed straight at Alice's face. Then it began to lower... and lower... and lower some more, until it finally came to rest right between the hawk's thighs.

Freyja licked her lips.

"Khrrhhhahhahah...!"

The mere touch of the jabberwock's claw against her pussy was enough to have Alice straighten up like a frozen pole. She thought about saying something, but her mind was filled with mush, so all that came out was mush. Ultimately, Alice reached up for the pillow above her head, grabbing it tightly and squeezing it just as hard. Freyja continued on.

"Hrrrrrghhhghghghhh...! Khaaaaahhaaaa!"

That powerful digit slowly pushed its way into Alice's cunt, spearing her folds and forcing them open. Her cunt was like a broken faucet now, spewing her nectar all over Freyja's slim finger. Juices squirted out with a lewd 'POP!' here, and a dirty 'SQUELCH!' there, all as that finger pushed in deeper and deeper.

Alice was tight. Like... there's just no way else to put it than that. She was tight. Perhaps it was the delirious need that ran through the hawk's body, or maybe it was the size of Freyja's own digit as it pushed into her, but Alice was just tight. There was almost no space for the jabberwock to move around in. Heh, but it didn't stop her from doing just that.

Grinning from cheek to cheek, Freyja twisted her digit one way, then the other. The smooth scales on her hand glided along Alice's velvety walls, while the joints within her finger helped push against her buttons. The hawk was nearly driven mad from all the lust she felt, her grip tightening to the point that she feared she may poke holes into the pillow above her! That didn't stop Freyja from claiming her cunt however.

Inch by glorious inch, the jabberwock pushed her middle finger into Alice's core. The beak of the hawk couldn't spread any wider, less she unhinge her jaw. Nothing but loud, high-pitched moans left Alice, her body throbbing with such overwhelming desire. She almost couldn't take it anymore; why hadn't she cum yet!

Panting like she had just run a marathon and with a racing heart to match, Alice looked down towards Freyja's face. The jabberwock was grinning still, her golden eyes glowing bright and strong. But instead of being calmed like her gaze typically did, Alice found her body speeding up. More and more she needed to cum, and it left her further confused as to why she hadn't done so yet!

The split feeling of her pussy being parted open should have triggered her climax, but here she was, face-to-face with Freyja, and nothing yet had happened. Her cunt was still oozing her nectar all down the jabberwock's finger, but that was only precum. Her clit then? It was throbbing hard, twitching and pointing towards Freyja's face. If she flicked it, poked it, touched it, did anything to it, the hawk would cum, right?

Gingerly she reached her hand down toward her clit as it twitched in the air. Freyja didn't move to stop her. In fact, the jabberwock herself came to a stop, her finger still covered on all sides by moist, hawk pussy. Said hawk moved her twitching fingers down towards her clit, raised her hand, and--

Smack!

"KAAH!?"

Throwing her head back, Alice thrusted up with her hips and... nothing. Not a damn thing. She was still incredibly aroused, heart still racing, sweat still pouring from her every pore. That one smack should have done it, right? It should have set her off like a bomb! But... there was no explosion.

She was still so fucking aroused!

"What!? I can't--" cried Alice, unable to even think straight.

"You... what...? Fufufufu! You can't cum, darling?" Freyja asked, her head shaking.

"No! I can't! I can't!" Alice cried back in such deep need.

"Of course you can't... because I didn't say you could yet," the jabberwock stated, causing Alice's head to cock to one side, "Remember what I said, sweetheart? I control your body. That includes..." she looked down towards her pussy, "This..."

SLIIIIICK!

"KAAH!?"

With one savage stroke back, Freyja pulled her finger straight out of Alice's cunt, leaving it to gape slightly. The hawk paused at first, before the twitching need of her pussy brought moans from her mouth yet again. Only now, these moans were less pleasurable and far more frustrated. She needed to cum! To be brought so close to the edge, left there, then pulled back... it was the worse torture she'd ever experienced before!

"N-no! Aaaahh! P-please!" Alice cried, begging for that release.

Freyja smirked, her hand reaching up to clutch the hawk's head. Laying them on her cheek and chin, she brought Alice's gaze to meet her golden eyes, just to see them pulsate and glow.

"You pathetic slut..." Freyja whispered, her tone deprecating, but the way it felt to hear was... was like listening to such smooth, smooth music, "Don't you see now? You were never in control to begin with. You're mine, Alice. Aaaalllll miiiinnne. Now...cum."

"KGGKKUUURGH!? KHAAAHH! HUAAAAAHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUHHHKKK!?"

Alice threw herself up, the world around her getting darker and darker until... until...

She was in her bedroom? Yes, she was back in her bedroom, the lights dimmed from when she forced herself to sleep. There were her clothes on the floor, her furniture, the window before her, her nightstand to her right, her art book to her left and... and...

None_of that mattered. No, what mattered right now - and all her mind could focus on - was _pleasure. Intense, incredible, indescribable pleasure!

"KHHAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Eyes clamped shut, Alice began cumming into her bed sheets. From her pussy shot a stream of juices, coating the inside of her sheets in her feminine juices. It was a thick, continuous stream, and it seemingly drew power from every inch of her body. Thicker and thicker, that randy scent dominate the other odors of her bedroom. And soon, all Alice could smell was sex.

"Khaaaahh!?"

She fell back in her bed though, her thick orgasm trickling down to a steady stream, but not yet leaving her. Her folds and clit twitched more and more, while she gripped her bed sheets in an attempt to relieve some of the tension she felt.

It didn't work.

"Khhaaaahhhh!"

Looking down in disbelief as her orgasm continued, she wondered how such a thing could happen. Fuck, an orgasm this long? Is... is this even_possible!?_ Fuck, did it even matter? Even as her orgasm continued to grow weaker and weaker, the pleasure Alice felt remained strong. When she reached down to touch her cunt, just the slightest press sent a wicked bolt of pleasure through her body. Alice threw her head back into her pillows because of this, whilst raising her hips to let her orgasm continue on.

And continued on it did for several long seconds, more and more and more... until less, and less and less. When it finally came to an end, Alice fell into her bed, a sweaty, crumpled heap of a hawk. Her brown eyes remained on the ceiling above, while she reached her hand down towards her aching cunt. Yes, that orgasm was so strong, her pussy hurt. But fuck if that pain wasn't so damn satisfying.

Gently Alice tracked some of her feminine cum upon her fingers, needing to sample her own wares. What started off as something bizarre, now became something needed, something she yearned for. Her nectar having covered her fingers, Alice put it into her mouth and--

"Mmmmmmm..."

Her moan was so deep, so strong, a shiver running through her body as she indulged in the taste. Fuck, she tasted so damn good. So good in fact, the hawk was licking and lapping at her hand and palm like it was a lollipop. She kept going until her hand was glossy with more spit than nectar, and even groaned in disappointment when it happened.

But... fuck... what else was there to say? Laying back in her bed, the hawk closed her eyes and thought. Even in the darkness within, she could still see Freyja. Was that all real? No, it was too impossible to be real. It was just a dream. A very, very, very vivid dream. Yeeaaaah...

Succubi? Jabberwocks? Yeah, just a dream, right? Yeah... it had to be...

"Nnnghh..."

Then... why did Alice's chest hurt? Why did her breasts feel so much more weighty, so much heavier? Why did the mere stroke of her bed sheets illicit groans when they ran along her naked tits? In fact... when the hell did she get naked!? Didn't she go to bed in her workout clothes!?

Leaning up, Alice grabbed her blankets tightly, then paced herself. Her heart was racing, as if she already had the answer to her question. It actually frightened her a bit, but she knew she needed to see it sooner or later. So she pulled her blankets aside.

Alice's breasts had grown in size. Where as before they were a modest pair of C-cup sized tits, now they were Double-Ds, easily. Hell, they may have even been _E-_cups! In just one night, Alice's breasts had impossibly grown in size. Her newly gained set of Double-D tits were so perky, so sensitive, and with such hard nipples to boot. And as Alice stared upon them in pure disbelief, words echoed into her mind.

Beware the Jabberwock...