<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cheshire<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Hatter's Hovel<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Hatter<br/><br/>"Oh Hatter!"  The cat used its most cajoiling tone in the beckoning and then, promptly found herself staring distracted at the tops of her breasts, framed as they were against her chin.  They were really quiet lovely breasts and she was trying to see where the Hare had pawed at them earlier except that she couldn't find a mark at all.  How was she supposed to know she'd been touched at all if there wasn't a mark?!  It made no sense!<br/><br/>And there was a dreadful hole in her stocking.  She could see it now, since it was so very close, in fact, they were three and if she looked at them juuuuuuust right then they made a clover.  Not a lucky clover of course, that'd require four holes and it wasn't really green but...but the vibrations on the stairs were tickling against the back of her neck and then, if one swiveled the eyes just right, there were also feet attached, which meant..<br/><br/>"Oh."<br/><br/>They were probably the Hatter's. And his foot was pressing in against her ass.<br/><br/>The girl made a small whine in the back of her throat then, wobbling precariously for every little wiggle that he gave, "You're going to leave a shoe mark!  People will confuse me for a sidewalk!"  And that concern seemed a little more important than oh say, the fact that if he applied enough pressure he could easily break her neck.  It wouldn't be very much fun to be a sidewalk.  But it didn't stop the girl from squirming, because his foot <em>tickled</em> and in turn her moving made her clothes move, which really was a novel concept except for that they were itchy right now and felt a lot heavier than they really were.  A lot hotter, too.  Must have been something she ate.<br/><br/>...<em>the biscuit.</em><br/><br/>"Hatter...," was all she managed before that kick sent her tumbling forward in a full roll that left her sprawled on her back, with her skirt tangled about her hips and her toes wiggling through the holes in her stockings.  It had also helped serve to remind her that she was missing something, because her neck ought not have touched so easily against her chin.  There was supposed to have been something in the middle there only...only she couldn't remember what.<br/><br/>"Are you <em>mad</em>, Hatter?  Because I should hate to think that you were mad, it'd be terrible really, if you were mad.  People might start calling you names," the cat warned sweetly, lifting her head to stare up at him there on the steps.  "But you shall be pleased to know that I, in fact, did not eat the biscuit.  I ate the pill, from the Hare!  He gave us both one you know...or I think he did.  He had two.  One for me and one for the Mouse.  I ate her candy too, because she didn't want it.  I found her for me...er, you.  I found her for me.  To make up for the biscuit, you see."  And however pleased she might have sounded, it became tragic there at the end, hopeless and heartbroken. "I couldn't find the biscuit."</span>