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Thanks very much again to Gameboy121 for giving me another fun story as a commission! I'm sorry it took longer than I expected, but I hope you are happy with the final result! To everyone, I am still open to commissions, so send me a note if you think you have an idea that I'll do. Anyway, the March Hare and the Mad Hatter pass out after too much cake and tea, and a little Dormouse decides to indulge in his love of feet while they're asleep. Does he get away with it? Find out!
There was only one way to celebrate an unbirthday party properly. And that was to gorge yourself till you couldn’t eat anymore!
The March Hare was never one to not have enough party supplies. Even though it was only two of them currently at said party, the enthusiasm of the two of them put together was enough energy for an entire crowd.
“Pour yourself some more tea, Hatter,” the March Hare smiled, brushing a paw in the air. “Once tea is made, it cannot be UN-made.”
“I suppose that’s what the difference between tea and a birthday party!” the mad matter chuckled. “birthdays become unbirthdays very easily. The sun goes down, and then it comes back up again for a whole new unbirthday!”
It was a common celebration between the two friends. While, statistically, the Hare’s and the Hatter’s birthdays did eventually come, every day that wasn’t either of those days was their UNbirthday. And if a birthday can be celebrated, then why not an unbirthday? They even wrote a song about it, but they had already sang it to each other three times this morning.
So after all that, after the start of yet another wonderful unbirthday, all they could do to properly celebrate was to fill their bellies with tea and desserts until they passed out from all the food!
“But some must be more special than others?” the March Hare asked, swinging an empty tea cup drunkenly between a paw digit. “Something must explain our current course of behavior. Surely we’re not such uncivilized creatures that we would simply come up with any cockamamy excuse to act as we are?”
“I don’t see why you would even entertain such a thought.” Chuckled the Mad Hatter, as he polished off the rest of a slice of thick cake with downing the rest of his tea. “It is an unbirthday. What other reason could there be?”
The Hare nodded, bobbing his head up and down like a fool. “How silly of me then! Say, what has happened to our friend the Dormouse? I haven’t seen him in what has felt like ages.”
“It has only been since the start of the meal, I think.” The Hatter paused, trying to remember, himself. “Oh well, if he is not here, then that means that there is more of this wonderful stuff for us.”
“I will not complain about that.” The Hare cut himself free another sliver of cake, then put it on his plate. Based on the size of his belly now, he did not need another piece of dessert, but the Hare’s eyes were the size of the moon, and somehow, they were still bigger than his stomach. “He will just have to hope that the two of us leave enough leftovers for little ol’ him. Anyway, we have to hurry up and finish this stuff. I hear that the Cheshire Cat is an even more impressive eater than either of us.”
“And I am NOT in the mood to share these delights with anyone bigger than a rodent.” Huffed the Mad Hatter.
“Then we shall hear about it no more….urrrppp…” The Hare patted his chest, after easing a bit of gas out of his full stomach. “Excuse me. As I was saying, let’s not waste any time. Heck, not even enough of a sliver for a mouse! In reality, one of us has probably swallowed the poor mouse by accident!”
The Mad Hatter clutched his stomach, bending his head down to the table as he laughed. “Hehehehehehe! Of just imagine that! If that’s the case, we must give him food to survive. Hurry, Hare, let’s save the mouse!”
The March Hare needed no more encouragement. He would have continued gorging himself even without the joke about the Dormouse. Once the two of them were that far into an unbirthday celebration, there was no going back. Otherwise they would look like complete fools, and they didn’t want that at all.
Slowly, all the tea and cake were nearly gone. It took every inch of belly room to tuck it all away for good, but in the end, they didn’t have enough room. The March Hare and the Mad Hatter were too full to even move. They didn’t even want to get out of their seats. All they could do was lean back in their chairs and close their eyes. Hopefully a nice long, undisturbed nap would be enough to settle their guts. It was a good thing they cleared their schedules for the rest of the day, because they weren’t going anywhere.
With many sighs of satisfaction, the March Hare and the Mad Hatter ceased their chatter and closed their eyes. A few minutes later they were asleep, and their exhaustion from all the eating and drinking would knock them out for a while.
Which meant that for a particular little rodent there would be some fun time.
The Dormouse didn’t even remember how he ended up in the teapot. But he hadn’t drowned or anything, so he wasn’t going to complain. There were worse places that one could wake up. In the belly of a cat, for instance. So, calmly, the Dormouse raised his little arms up above his head and shoved the lid to the teapot off, hearing it fall onto the table.
Sticking his little head through, he shook off the exhaustion. He hoped that he hadn’t missed the whole party! Great unbirthday celebrations didn’t come along very often, so it would have been a shame if he missed yet another one.
The Dormouse sighed. Yep. It looked like it was all over. Polished off plates with a few bits of cake crumbs were cluttered on the table. And all the other teapots on the table appeared to empty. Not even a splotch was left in any of the teacups. It looked like the March Hare and the Mad Hatter had made good on their promises to gorge themselves.
And speaking of them…
“Guys, I’m starting to think that these unbirthday celebrations might be a little too much for me.” The Dormouse said, turning to face the March Hare.
When he saw what had become of the brown bunny, his little mouth fell open.
The March Hare was passed out! He was as asleep as a log, with his mouth hanging open and his full belly going up and down with each breath.
The Mad Hatter had fared the same way. Apparently the celebration was even too much for them. So much so that they had to cease their eating of cakes and drinking of tea only to prevent themselves from entering a full-on food coma.
To the little Dormouse, that wasn’t even the most interesting thing about the scene.
The most interesting thing was their feet. The March Hare’s shoes were resting against his side of the table. The March Hare had big feet, so his shoes looked pretty big compared to the rest of his body. Turning to look at the other side of the table, the Mad Hatter was in the same condition. His large shoes were almost proudly displayed along the table. It was as if they both intended to use the table as a footstool, but based on how knocked out they looked, it probably was not intentional.
Conflict began to stir in the Dormouse’s little body. With his current situation, he couldn’t help but be reminded of a little secret that he had never told anyone about.
The Dormouse had a bit of a foot fetish.
He had never acted on it. Both because he felt a bit embarrassed about it along with the fact that he had never had, as of yet, an opportunity to indulge in it. The Dormouse knew that with some people who had his fetish, they only liked specific kinds of feet, like maybe cat feet, bunny feet, or human feet. But that wasn’t him. He liked them all, and discriminated against no set of soles and toes.
That being said, he had an opportunity here, and he could feel his little body begin to shake at the possibilities. A big pair of rabbit feet and a big pair of human feet were at his disposal. From their joyful celebrating, the two of them would be out for another while.
And then his little mind began to spin, and a smile grew on the tiny rodent’s face. This is my chance! He thought to himself. If I’m quick and quiet enough, I can get away with playing with their feet and end before anybody even knew what I had done.
Of course, there was also the issue of somebody coming to the Hare’s house while he was indulging in their feet, but that probably wouldn’t happen. If it was just the Hare and the Hatter at the unbirthday celebration, then there would probably not be any one else coming around.
Not wanting to waste another second, the little mouse hopped out of the teapot, shook himself dry, and deviously rubbed his paws together as he approached the Hare’s shoes. They were large, and the Dormouse was small, so it would take a bit of strength on the rodent’s part to accomplish part one of his plan. He gripped the heel on the March Hare’s right shoe and PULLED as hard as he could. He couldn’t help but make strained groaning sounds as he forced the shoe off the rabbit’s whole foot. When the shoe was finally loose and all the way off the foot, the Dormouse pushed it off the table, and repeated the same process with the other foot. This time it was quicker, since he now knew the best way to pluck the shoe off.
At the sight of the large pair of rabbit feet, the mouse allowed himself a sigh of relief. The March Hare wasn’t wearing socks! If he were, then he would have had to work even harder to take those things off, since he would pretty much have to climb on the March Hare’s feet and slip of the socks the hard way. But now his job was so much easier.
He had to take a pause as he stood on the table, wide-eyed at the pair of feet in front of him. They were even more wonderful looking than he had ever imagined! Three large, fuzzy toes sat motionless at the top of the feet, while the same cozy, delightful brown fur covered the rest of the foot down to the sole. Oh, the looked so warm…so soft. He couldn’t even wait another second before-
Next thing the mouse knew, he was hugging the March Hare’s sole. His small arms did their best to wrap around the whole foot as he nuzzled his cheeks into the cozy foot.
“Ohhhhhhh…” the Dormouse moaned, shaking the foot with each sway as he embraced the foot like an old friend. “This is soooo soft. So cozy….And I’ll bet it tastes great too.”
The Dormouse had a surge of confidence from successfully pulling off the first part in his operation. So now, even if it might put him in danger of being caught, he was feeling cocky enough to try almost anything now. And that included allowing his tongue to fall out of his mouth, as he licked his lips in preparation.
Just as quickly as his face and paws had groped the foot, his tongue was on the sole in less than a second. The taste hit him instantly. It was almost indescribable. There was a sweetness there, along with a strange other taste that could probably only come for a foot enthusiast’s first time slobbering over a foot. But whatever the description, the Dormouse was in love!
“Mmmmm! This is so good, I should eat all of my meals off this crazy bunny’s feet!” he laughed to himself.
He paused for a second, once again taking note of the March Hare’s breathing. Nope. There was still nothing to fear. He was out cold. Now, with what he intended next, it would be difficult. It wasn’t as fun playing with feet if you couldn’t play with the ENTIRE foot! Being as small as he was, the March Hare’s big toes were just out of reach. He would need to have the whole foot at his disposal if this was truly going to be a great experience.
“I can do this…” the Dormouse fiendishly wiggles his fingers in anticipation. “Come here, you wonderful things. Let me play with you!”
With the biggest leap the small thing could perform, he reached the top of the big foot, grabbing ahold of it to bring it all down. Now the yummy toes were as level with him as the rest of the foot, since it was resting on the table sideways.
It was a daring move to make such a noisy leap, so he didn’t want to waste another second. Any later would be a greater risk of the March Hare waking up. So he repeated the same ritual again. This time, as the Dormouse wrapped his arms around the toes, he paused a moment to hug himself against the fuzzy, soft sole. “Ohhhh you’re just as good as the other one….” His tongue fell out of his mouth, then washed across the middle of the Hare’s foot. “And you taste just as good! Thank the stars for such a gift!”
Seeing the pair of feet resting sideways was mouthwatering. Such big feet, and so little time! He would have to act fast. Besides, after this, there was another pair of feet waiting for the same treatment!
The March Hare’s toes were large. Too large for the dormouse to fit any of the three into his mouth, but the realities of physics weren’t going to stop him from at least trying. Starting from the right toe of the Hare’s right foot, he opened his little, salivating mouth as wide as he could and glomped down on it.
“NOMF!” he closed his mouth, moving his teeth around to fit more and more.
The sweet, wonderful taste of the foot was now overwhelming. Oh, even if you could fit the whole toe, or even the whole foot, into his mouth, surely it couldn’t be as blissful as this!
Eager for the taste of all his toes, the dormouse made quick work of the rest of the foot. Gnawing, snuggling, licking all over the toes, shamelessly leaving a trail of drool as he went along. He told himself that he would remember to clean it up before the March Hare inevitably woke up, but with his mind only focused on one thing right now, that wasn’t very likely.
By the time he got to the final toe, the left toe of the March Hare’s left foot, he was ecstatic, over-the-moon. The taste of the feet in his mouth was overwhelming, and he was ready for more as he once again opened his mouth as wide as he could over the toe and nommed down on it. He sucked every inch of it that he could like a lollipop, topping it off with a few long licks before finishing it off.
Before concluding his time with the March Hare’s feet, he gave the sole of the left foot once last nuzzle. The fur on the bunny’s sole brushed against his whole face, and a portion of his chest and belly too. He didn’t want to leave. He wished he could pin himself to the big, cozy foot for the rest of the day. But there wasn’t going to be time, at least if he still wanted to make good time in pursuit of his next prey.
Turning around, he watched the Mad Hatter’s breathing. Yep. Everything still looked good, he was out just as hard as the March Hare, and he even snored every few breaths as if to emphasize how much of a target he now was. And his large shoes were still just resting on the table, as if begging for someone to come and take them off.
“There’s no chance the Mad Hatter’s feet are going to be nearly as much fun as the March Hare’s.” The Dormouse giggled in anticipation, as he fiendish grin returned to his face. “But I’d be a fool not to sample them.”
The Dormouse dashed across the table, making haste with his small silent feet. Now that he had experience taking off shoes, this time should go much more swimmingly. He waited until he heard another snore from the Hatter before continuing, in case he was suddenly in any danger. When it came, he was on the shoe like a lion hunting a zebra.
It was easy enough. This time it occurred to him to unzip the Hatter’s shoelaces to make the process of taking them off easier. That way they would be much more loose. He didn’t need any additional strain on his little body to inhibit him from his fantasy come to life.
Once the second shoe was off, he pushed the pair of footwear off the table. What luck! As if they WANTED him to play with their feet, the Mad Hatter wasn’t wearing socks either. What were the odds? “Do they both normally not wear socks?” wondered the Dormouse, as he now stood in full view of the Mad Hatter’s large, pale feet. “Could they have both done it intentionally as part of their unbirthday celebration?” he shrugged. “Maybe, but it doesn’t matter to me. I have a pair of feet to take care of!”
The biggest difference between the Mad Hatter’s feet and the March Hare’s feet was the extreme lack of fur on the human’s. Besides that, the Hatter had five toes, while the Hare only had three. But also on that note, it looked like some of the Hatter’s toes were actually different sizes from the others. It seemed that the Hare overall had bigger toes than him, but that wasn’t bad news. No, not at all. Looking at the Mad Hatter’s smallest toe, a smile grew on the dormouse’s face. “That one is probably just my size! I think I might be able to fit that one in my mouth!”
Listening for another snore, the Dormouse sprang into action. He wanted to test the waters again with this new foot, so he slowly approached the Mad Hatter’s left foot, now laying on its side, since the rodent remembered to plan ahead for that, with a kind of reverence. The first thing he did was hold out his paws, having them be the first things that made contact with the foot.
A joyful feeling of warmth overcame the little creature as he planted his paws against the sole. “Oh….my. I was surely a little fool for thinking that these wouldn’t be able to compare to the feet of the March Hare!”
Their lack of fur certainly made them feel different, but that was far from being a bad thing! They were soft and smooth, not like the skin of any creature he had touched before. The soft, warmth even without any fur on the soles was an entirely different pleasure. He couldn’t believe it, but the Dormouse now couldn’t even decide which of the two he liked better.
“The March Hare’s feet were soft, furry, and tasty.” He told himself. “But the Hatter’s, even without being fuzzy, are soft and warm as well! Hmmm, the only thing I need to check out from these now is the taste. Surely a hairless foot can’t taste as good as a furry one.”
His tongue slipped out of his mouth, already dripping on the table at his feet. But he still didn’t care. He would clean that up later. His wet, slobbery tongue made contact with the pale, hairless sole, and his eyes grew to the size of grapefruits.
How wrong he was! There was so much great natural taste on the bare sole! Oh, now he had to rethink his whole position about his foot preferences! With what he knew now, he would need to rank them. But still, he only had so far experience with two species. There were many many more out there! Bear, dog, wolf, lion, eagle, ape…the possibilities were endless!
As if he were painting, he moved his tongue up and down, up and down, as he moved from left to right across the foot. When he finally got to the toes, he had to take a moment to consider his next steps. Should he just do what he did with the March Hare’s feet, or should he do something a little different? But, after all, toes were toes!
“I think the some approach would be best,” said the Dormouse to himself. “Though this time might actually be more fun. This guy has a whole four more toes than the March Hare!”
And with that resolved, he got right to work. He wanted to go from top to bottom, hoping it would put less strain on his little body as he tried to make himself reach all of them at once.
There was absolutely no way he was going to be able to put the whole toe in his mouth, but, just like with the March Hare, he was going to try his hardest. And this time, he also had human toenails to deal with, which would be fun.
His teeth softly bit around the large toe, and his tongue was shoved against it, since there was no other place it could be with the way he was trying to shove the thing in his mouth. He couldn’t help it, but he moaned even louder than he did when sampling the March Hare’s toes.
“Mmmmmmm!!” he groaned. “Oh this foot fetish isn’t going to be satisfied with just this encounter. This is leaving me wanting more and more.”
His tongue wrapped around the edge of the big toe, slipping in between the gap between the other toe. He slurped it up, leaving no spot drool free. From there he went down to the next toe. That one was noticeably smaller than the big toe, so he was able to get more of that one into his mouth, but still not the whole thing. Which was fine, of course. That just meant that there was that much more of the foot to love and sample, and more places for his tongue to find.
The middle toe was perhaps his favorite. The taste was just as lovely as the others. He let his tongue hang loose as he brushed it along the surface of the toe, making small slurping sounds as he went along.
“Ohhhh I have a fun idea!” he told himself.
The Dormouse extended his arms as far to the sides as they would go and hugged them. Now each paw of his was gripped around the edge of his feet. His left arm was tugging the big toe closer, and his right was bringing the pinky toe around. This way, all of the toes were touching his small body. He let out an audible satisfied sigh, as he savored the feeling of all the toes on him.
Once he had gotten to work on all ten of the Mad Hatter’s toes, he went back down to the sole, this time the sole of the right foot, and began caressing it. He nuzzled the center of it with his cheeks, moving his face up and down on it as if it were the coziest pillow he had ever had the pleasure of laying his head upon. But first he made sure to swipe some of his drool away from the sole. He didn’t want his own slobber to coat his face.
But the best part of the whole situation? The March Hare and the Mad Hatter were STILL sound asleep. Or, at least he was pretty sure that they were. He wasn’t paying attention much to the Hatter’s snoring after he started getting drunk on his feet. But everything was still good, right? RIGHT?
“Sure…” he laughed to himself. “Fate would not be so cruel as to grant me this divine opportunity and then have be drop it like melted butter! Heavens no, I have much more to go, and I still have so much to do! I’m in the mood to chew on some bunny toes again!”
The Dormouse dashed across the table for the second time, this time running back to the big pair of feet that he had started with. He used the fuzziness of the March Hare’s right foot to cushion the blow from his dash. It was like jumping into a bed of feathers, but only bigger, better and tastier. His little rodent tongue fell out of his mouth again, eager to coat a new layer of drool along the March Hare’s sole. But this time, something different happened.
The dormouse’s heart nearly came to a stop right then and there. The March Hare’s foot had just moved!
“Ahhhhhhn ggnnnggg annnnnnnggghhhhh!” The March Hare moaned, shifting himself in his seat. “Ohhhh what a nap. I’m still so full, but the nap was certainly a good idea.”
The Dormouse was frozen, stiff as a statue in front of the rabbit’s large foot. If he moved, then he would be seen, and if he were seen, then they would know that he was the one that took their shoes off while they were sleeping. Then there would be a lot of questioning that he wouldn’t want to answer. They would all be lies, obviously, and the Dormouse was a terrible liar. They would know that something else was up, and his fur would turn red from all the blushing. Oh! They would figure it out!
“Come on, go back to sleep. Go back to sleep.” The Dormouse whispered, mentally trying to will the March Hare back into his snooze.
“I say, you are absolutely right.” Came a new voice, which sent a whole new level of dread down the mouse’s back. It was the voice of the Mad Hatter. “A little nap after an unbirthday party is just what the body needs. Where already using so much energy digesting all the cake and tea, so it is the most heal-” The Mad Hatter stopped in the middle of his sentence. The Dormouse still had his back to the Mad Hatter, unmoving, so he couldn’t see that the Hatter was shifting his feet around, and then took them off the table. “I guess we partied so hard that our shoes came off, friend!” Laughed the Mad Hatter.
“Huh?” The March Hare turned his eyes to his feet, just noticing his lack of shoes for the first time. “Well that has never happened before. I guess you’re right! I wonder where the blazes our shoes went!”
The Mad Hatter bent under the table, picking his back up. “No need to worry, mine are just right here. Silly me! We must have taken them off before we dozed off and just forgot about them.”
“Yeah, that’s probably what happened. What else could it have been-”
And then the Dormouse worst fear came true. The March Hare’s foot, the very one that he had been trying to hide behind to make sure he wasn’t seen, came FALLING down upon him! He was scrunched under the March Hare’s right foot, feeling like a piece of dough being rolled up. As terrified as he now was, he couldn’t help but blush. The tasty, cozy foot that he had been drooling over was now placed upon him like a large blanket. But he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy it. He was now caught red-handed, or maybe red-footed was a better term for it.
“What the?” The Hare scratched his head in confusion. “What do I got under my foot?”
With good dexterity, the March Hare picked up the Dormouse’s small body with his foot, then turned it around while it was in the air, giving him a clear view of the foot fetishist culprit. “Oh my. Mad Hatter, I think we’re going to need some pest control. I just caught a mouse!” He laughed at his own joke, and the Mad Hatter wiped the corner of his eyes in amusement, also since he was still just waking up. “Well, Dormouse, we missed you at the party. Where were you?”
“I…umm…” he couldn’t meet the March Hare in the eyes. He could feel the skin under his fur turn red. “I found myself in the teapot…again…”
“Is that so?” The Hare smirked. “I thought my tea tasted a today mousy this morning. Now, my friend, what in all Wonderland were you doing on the table next to my bare feet?”
“Yeah!” The Mad Hatter chuckled. “What were you doing? You weren’t the one who took off our shoes were you?”
“Surely it wasn’t you, Dormouse,” the March Hare wiggled the rodent’s small body in his fingers. “You know it isn’t very polite to take off people’s shoes without asking them first? Don’t you?”
“I do…yes….but it wasn’t me!”
“Then who was it?”
“Umm…it was the Cheshire Cat!”
“I don’t think that’s very likely. Do you think it’s very likely, Hatter?”
The Mad Hatter smiled and shook his head. “Doubtful! I think if that were so, our little Dormouse might have ended up as his lunch!”
“Sounds about correct to me.” The March Hare brought the Dormouse eye-level with him, showing off his devious grin. “Now, only the truth, please. Why did you take off our shoes while we were sleeping, little mouse?”
The Dormouse shrank in the rabbit’s grip, now looking more helpless than ever. They had him. There was nothing he could do. His only option now was just to tell the truth to them. Just let it out, just like ripping off a band-aid. Maybe it would feel good to finally have the truth out in the open, and maybe they wouldn’t ridicule him too much if he wore it with pride.
“I…” he gulped. “I have a foot fetish, alright! I just wanted to play with them! You see, I’ve never had the chance to play with feet before like this in my life, and I just wanted to try it!”
“And how did you like it?” asked the March Hare.
All the Dormouse could do was blink. “What did you say?”
“I just asked you an easy question. How did you like it, little mousey?”
“I…LOVED IT.” The Dormouse let out a loud breath, happy he said it so proudly. “Your feet are so wonderful. They taste great, and they’re the best things I’ve ever put my paws on and rubbed my face against.” The Dormouse turned around, looking at the Mad Hatter across the table. “And you too! Yours were just as wonderful as his! I didn’t think that I would love feet without fur as much as I did, but they were the epitome of pleasant. They tasted just as deliciously as Hare’s, and the fact that you have more toes than him only made the experience more lovely. Without fur, there’s no where else for all the taste to hide!” The dormouse licked his lips, remembering their taste. “Okay, there you have it. I have a foot fetish! I’m sure you all think it’s funny and amusing, but I’m a proud mouse! So I won’t take any-”
The March Hare covered the mouse’s mouth with a finger. “Oh hush, little thing. You don’t have to make any grand speeches to us.” The Hare looked back over at the Mad Hatter, and his grin grew even wider. “In fact, I think you’ll be happy to know that you’re not alone in you love of feet, isn’t that right, Hatter?”
“Quite right!” The Mad Hatter happily and furiously nodded like a child. “Dormouse, the March Hare and I have been toying with each other’s feet for almost as long as we’ve known each other. We didn’t realize that there was someone else so near us that felt the same.”
“Wait…” The Dormouse looked confused. “This whole time, the two of you knew you had foot fetishes and you didn’t even bother to ask me? It would have saved me a lot of time and embarrassment if you had let me know about this sooner!”
“Asking people if they have a foot fetish isn’t like asking if they want more tea.” Laughed the March Hare. “Nevertheless, I’m sure I speak for the both of us when I say we’re delighted at this revelation. I hope the three of us can have some sweet foot time together. We’ve been wanting a new member of our foot fetish club for a while. But first, there’s an initiation.”
The dormouse raised a brow. “An initiation? What is it?”
“This!” laughed the March Hare.
Without warning, the rabbit shoved the Dormouse’s body back under his toes, shoving him in there as tight as he would go as he then let his foot get planted back down on the table. With the Dormouse’s face now buried in the rabbit’s toes, and his arms held still under the foot, he couldn’t even move an inch! He was at the complete mercy of the rabbit’s foot…and he absolutely loved it.
“Ohhhhh…” the Dormouse sighed as he closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of the bottom of the rabbit’s toes on his face. “We are going to have so much fun.”
There was only one way to celebrate an unbirthday party properly. And that was to gorge yourself till you couldn’t eat anymore!
The March Hare was never one to not have enough party supplies. Even though it was only two of them currently at said party, the enthusiasm of the two of them put together was enough energy for an entire crowd.
“Pour yourself some more tea, Hatter,” the March Hare smiled, brushing a paw in the air. “Once tea is made, it cannot be UN-made.”
“I suppose that’s what the difference between tea and a birthday party!” the mad matter chuckled. “birthdays become unbirthdays very easily. The sun goes down, and then it comes back up again for a whole new unbirthday!”
It was a common celebration between the two friends. While, statistically, the Hare’s and the Hatter’s birthdays did eventually come, every day that wasn’t either of those days was their UNbirthday. And if a birthday can be celebrated, then why not an unbirthday? They even wrote a song about it, but they had already sang it to each other three times this morning.
So after all that, after the start of yet another wonderful unbirthday, all they could do to properly celebrate was to fill their bellies with tea and desserts until they passed out from all the food!
“But some must be more special than others?” the March Hare asked, swinging an empty tea cup drunkenly between a paw digit. “Something must explain our current course of behavior. Surely we’re not such uncivilized creatures that we would simply come up with any cockamamy excuse to act as we are?”
“I don’t see why you would even entertain such a thought.” Chuckled the Mad Hatter, as he polished off the rest of a slice of thick cake with downing the rest of his tea. “It is an unbirthday. What other reason could there be?”
The Hare nodded, bobbing his head up and down like a fool. “How silly of me then! Say, what has happened to our friend the Dormouse? I haven’t seen him in what has felt like ages.”
“It has only been since the start of the meal, I think.” The Hatter paused, trying to remember, himself. “Oh well, if he is not here, then that means that there is more of this wonderful stuff for us.”
“I will not complain about that.” The Hare cut himself free another sliver of cake, then put it on his plate. Based on the size of his belly now, he did not need another piece of dessert, but the Hare’s eyes were the size of the moon, and somehow, they were still bigger than his stomach. “He will just have to hope that the two of us leave enough leftovers for little ol’ him. Anyway, we have to hurry up and finish this stuff. I hear that the Cheshire Cat is an even more impressive eater than either of us.”
“And I am NOT in the mood to share these delights with anyone bigger than a rodent.” Huffed the Mad Hatter.
“Then we shall hear about it no more….urrrppp…” The Hare patted his chest, after easing a bit of gas out of his full stomach. “Excuse me. As I was saying, let’s not waste any time. Heck, not even enough of a sliver for a mouse! In reality, one of us has probably swallowed the poor mouse by accident!”
The Mad Hatter clutched his stomach, bending his head down to the table as he laughed. “Hehehehehehe! Of just imagine that! If that’s the case, we must give him food to survive. Hurry, Hare, let’s save the mouse!”
The March Hare needed no more encouragement. He would have continued gorging himself even without the joke about the Dormouse. Once the two of them were that far into an unbirthday celebration, there was no going back. Otherwise they would look like complete fools, and they didn’t want that at all.
Slowly, all the tea and cake were nearly gone. It took every inch of belly room to tuck it all away for good, but in the end, they didn’t have enough room. The March Hare and the Mad Hatter were too full to even move. They didn’t even want to get out of their seats. All they could do was lean back in their chairs and close their eyes. Hopefully a nice long, undisturbed nap would be enough to settle their guts. It was a good thing they cleared their schedules for the rest of the day, because they weren’t going anywhere.
With many sighs of satisfaction, the March Hare and the Mad Hatter ceased their chatter and closed their eyes. A few minutes later they were asleep, and their exhaustion from all the eating and drinking would knock them out for a while.
Which meant that for a particular little rodent there would be some fun time.
The Dormouse didn’t even remember how he ended up in the teapot. But he hadn’t drowned or anything, so he wasn’t going to complain. There were worse places that one could wake up. In the belly of a cat, for instance. So, calmly, the Dormouse raised his little arms up above his head and shoved the lid to the teapot off, hearing it fall onto the table.
Sticking his little head through, he shook off the exhaustion. He hoped that he hadn’t missed the whole party! Great unbirthday celebrations didn’t come along very often, so it would have been a shame if he missed yet another one.
The Dormouse sighed. Yep. It looked like it was all over. Polished off plates with a few bits of cake crumbs were cluttered on the table. And all the other teapots on the table appeared to empty. Not even a splotch was left in any of the teacups. It looked like the March Hare and the Mad Hatter had made good on their promises to gorge themselves.
And speaking of them…
“Guys, I’m starting to think that these unbirthday celebrations might be a little too much for me.” The Dormouse said, turning to face the March Hare.
When he saw what had become of the brown bunny, his little mouth fell open.
The March Hare was passed out! He was as asleep as a log, with his mouth hanging open and his full belly going up and down with each breath.
The Mad Hatter had fared the same way. Apparently the celebration was even too much for them. So much so that they had to cease their eating of cakes and drinking of tea only to prevent themselves from entering a full-on food coma.
To the little Dormouse, that wasn’t even the most interesting thing about the scene.
The most interesting thing was their feet. The March Hare’s shoes were resting against his side of the table. The March Hare had big feet, so his shoes looked pretty big compared to the rest of his body. Turning to look at the other side of the table, the Mad Hatter was in the same condition. His large shoes were almost proudly displayed along the table. It was as if they both intended to use the table as a footstool, but based on how knocked out they looked, it probably was not intentional.
Conflict began to stir in the Dormouse’s little body. With his current situation, he couldn’t help but be reminded of a little secret that he had never told anyone about.
The Dormouse had a bit of a foot fetish.
He had never acted on it. Both because he felt a bit embarrassed about it along with the fact that he had never had, as of yet, an opportunity to indulge in it. The Dormouse knew that with some people who had his fetish, they only liked specific kinds of feet, like maybe cat feet, bunny feet, or human feet. But that wasn’t him. He liked them all, and discriminated against no set of soles and toes.
That being said, he had an opportunity here, and he could feel his little body begin to shake at the possibilities. A big pair of rabbit feet and a big pair of human feet were at his disposal. From their joyful celebrating, the two of them would be out for another while.
And then his little mind began to spin, and a smile grew on the tiny rodent’s face. This is my chance! He thought to himself. If I’m quick and quiet enough, I can get away with playing with their feet and end before anybody even knew what I had done.
Of course, there was also the issue of somebody coming to the Hare’s house while he was indulging in their feet, but that probably wouldn’t happen. If it was just the Hare and the Hatter at the unbirthday celebration, then there would probably not be any one else coming around.
Not wanting to waste another second, the little mouse hopped out of the teapot, shook himself dry, and deviously rubbed his paws together as he approached the Hare’s shoes. They were large, and the Dormouse was small, so it would take a bit of strength on the rodent’s part to accomplish part one of his plan. He gripped the heel on the March Hare’s right shoe and PULLED as hard as he could. He couldn’t help but make strained groaning sounds as he forced the shoe off the rabbit’s whole foot. When the shoe was finally loose and all the way off the foot, the Dormouse pushed it off the table, and repeated the same process with the other foot. This time it was quicker, since he now knew the best way to pluck the shoe off.
At the sight of the large pair of rabbit feet, the mouse allowed himself a sigh of relief. The March Hare wasn’t wearing socks! If he were, then he would have had to work even harder to take those things off, since he would pretty much have to climb on the March Hare’s feet and slip of the socks the hard way. But now his job was so much easier.
He had to take a pause as he stood on the table, wide-eyed at the pair of feet in front of him. They were even more wonderful looking than he had ever imagined! Three large, fuzzy toes sat motionless at the top of the feet, while the same cozy, delightful brown fur covered the rest of the foot down to the sole. Oh, the looked so warm…so soft. He couldn’t even wait another second before-
Next thing the mouse knew, he was hugging the March Hare’s sole. His small arms did their best to wrap around the whole foot as he nuzzled his cheeks into the cozy foot.
“Ohhhhhhh…” the Dormouse moaned, shaking the foot with each sway as he embraced the foot like an old friend. “This is soooo soft. So cozy….And I’ll bet it tastes great too.”
The Dormouse had a surge of confidence from successfully pulling off the first part in his operation. So now, even if it might put him in danger of being caught, he was feeling cocky enough to try almost anything now. And that included allowing his tongue to fall out of his mouth, as he licked his lips in preparation.
Just as quickly as his face and paws had groped the foot, his tongue was on the sole in less than a second. The taste hit him instantly. It was almost indescribable. There was a sweetness there, along with a strange other taste that could probably only come for a foot enthusiast’s first time slobbering over a foot. But whatever the description, the Dormouse was in love!
“Mmmmm! This is so good, I should eat all of my meals off this crazy bunny’s feet!” he laughed to himself.
He paused for a second, once again taking note of the March Hare’s breathing. Nope. There was still nothing to fear. He was out cold. Now, with what he intended next, it would be difficult. It wasn’t as fun playing with feet if you couldn’t play with the ENTIRE foot! Being as small as he was, the March Hare’s big toes were just out of reach. He would need to have the whole foot at his disposal if this was truly going to be a great experience.
“I can do this…” the Dormouse fiendishly wiggles his fingers in anticipation. “Come here, you wonderful things. Let me play with you!”
With the biggest leap the small thing could perform, he reached the top of the big foot, grabbing ahold of it to bring it all down. Now the yummy toes were as level with him as the rest of the foot, since it was resting on the table sideways.
It was a daring move to make such a noisy leap, so he didn’t want to waste another second. Any later would be a greater risk of the March Hare waking up. So he repeated the same ritual again. This time, as the Dormouse wrapped his arms around the toes, he paused a moment to hug himself against the fuzzy, soft sole. “Ohhhh you’re just as good as the other one….” His tongue fell out of his mouth, then washed across the middle of the Hare’s foot. “And you taste just as good! Thank the stars for such a gift!”
Seeing the pair of feet resting sideways was mouthwatering. Such big feet, and so little time! He would have to act fast. Besides, after this, there was another pair of feet waiting for the same treatment!
The March Hare’s toes were large. Too large for the dormouse to fit any of the three into his mouth, but the realities of physics weren’t going to stop him from at least trying. Starting from the right toe of the Hare’s right foot, he opened his little, salivating mouth as wide as he could and glomped down on it.
“NOMF!” he closed his mouth, moving his teeth around to fit more and more.
The sweet, wonderful taste of the foot was now overwhelming. Oh, even if you could fit the whole toe, or even the whole foot, into his mouth, surely it couldn’t be as blissful as this!
Eager for the taste of all his toes, the dormouse made quick work of the rest of the foot. Gnawing, snuggling, licking all over the toes, shamelessly leaving a trail of drool as he went along. He told himself that he would remember to clean it up before the March Hare inevitably woke up, but with his mind only focused on one thing right now, that wasn’t very likely.
By the time he got to the final toe, the left toe of the March Hare’s left foot, he was ecstatic, over-the-moon. The taste of the feet in his mouth was overwhelming, and he was ready for more as he once again opened his mouth as wide as he could over the toe and nommed down on it. He sucked every inch of it that he could like a lollipop, topping it off with a few long licks before finishing it off.
Before concluding his time with the March Hare’s feet, he gave the sole of the left foot once last nuzzle. The fur on the bunny’s sole brushed against his whole face, and a portion of his chest and belly too. He didn’t want to leave. He wished he could pin himself to the big, cozy foot for the rest of the day. But there wasn’t going to be time, at least if he still wanted to make good time in pursuit of his next prey.
Turning around, he watched the Mad Hatter’s breathing. Yep. Everything still looked good, he was out just as hard as the March Hare, and he even snored every few breaths as if to emphasize how much of a target he now was. And his large shoes were still just resting on the table, as if begging for someone to come and take them off.
“There’s no chance the Mad Hatter’s feet are going to be nearly as much fun as the March Hare’s.” The Dormouse giggled in anticipation, as he fiendish grin returned to his face. “But I’d be a fool not to sample them.”
The Dormouse dashed across the table, making haste with his small silent feet. Now that he had experience taking off shoes, this time should go much more swimmingly. He waited until he heard another snore from the Hatter before continuing, in case he was suddenly in any danger. When it came, he was on the shoe like a lion hunting a zebra.
It was easy enough. This time it occurred to him to unzip the Hatter’s shoelaces to make the process of taking them off easier. That way they would be much more loose. He didn’t need any additional strain on his little body to inhibit him from his fantasy come to life.
Once the second shoe was off, he pushed the pair of footwear off the table. What luck! As if they WANTED him to play with their feet, the Mad Hatter wasn’t wearing socks either. What were the odds? “Do they both normally not wear socks?” wondered the Dormouse, as he now stood in full view of the Mad Hatter’s large, pale feet. “Could they have both done it intentionally as part of their unbirthday celebration?” he shrugged. “Maybe, but it doesn’t matter to me. I have a pair of feet to take care of!”
The biggest difference between the Mad Hatter’s feet and the March Hare’s feet was the extreme lack of fur on the human’s. Besides that, the Hatter had five toes, while the Hare only had three. But also on that note, it looked like some of the Hatter’s toes were actually different sizes from the others. It seemed that the Hare overall had bigger toes than him, but that wasn’t bad news. No, not at all. Looking at the Mad Hatter’s smallest toe, a smile grew on the dormouse’s face. “That one is probably just my size! I think I might be able to fit that one in my mouth!”
Listening for another snore, the Dormouse sprang into action. He wanted to test the waters again with this new foot, so he slowly approached the Mad Hatter’s left foot, now laying on its side, since the rodent remembered to plan ahead for that, with a kind of reverence. The first thing he did was hold out his paws, having them be the first things that made contact with the foot.
A joyful feeling of warmth overcame the little creature as he planted his paws against the sole. “Oh….my. I was surely a little fool for thinking that these wouldn’t be able to compare to the feet of the March Hare!”
Their lack of fur certainly made them feel different, but that was far from being a bad thing! They were soft and smooth, not like the skin of any creature he had touched before. The soft, warmth even without any fur on the soles was an entirely different pleasure. He couldn’t believe it, but the Dormouse now couldn’t even decide which of the two he liked better.
“The March Hare’s feet were soft, furry, and tasty.” He told himself. “But the Hatter’s, even without being fuzzy, are soft and warm as well! Hmmm, the only thing I need to check out from these now is the taste. Surely a hairless foot can’t taste as good as a furry one.”
His tongue slipped out of his mouth, already dripping on the table at his feet. But he still didn’t care. He would clean that up later. His wet, slobbery tongue made contact with the pale, hairless sole, and his eyes grew to the size of grapefruits.
How wrong he was! There was so much great natural taste on the bare sole! Oh, now he had to rethink his whole position about his foot preferences! With what he knew now, he would need to rank them. But still, he only had so far experience with two species. There were many many more out there! Bear, dog, wolf, lion, eagle, ape…the possibilities were endless!
As if he were painting, he moved his tongue up and down, up and down, as he moved from left to right across the foot. When he finally got to the toes, he had to take a moment to consider his next steps. Should he just do what he did with the March Hare’s feet, or should he do something a little different? But, after all, toes were toes!
“I think the some approach would be best,” said the Dormouse to himself. “Though this time might actually be more fun. This guy has a whole four more toes than the March Hare!”
And with that resolved, he got right to work. He wanted to go from top to bottom, hoping it would put less strain on his little body as he tried to make himself reach all of them at once.
There was absolutely no way he was going to be able to put the whole toe in his mouth, but, just like with the March Hare, he was going to try his hardest. And this time, he also had human toenails to deal with, which would be fun.
His teeth softly bit around the large toe, and his tongue was shoved against it, since there was no other place it could be with the way he was trying to shove the thing in his mouth. He couldn’t help it, but he moaned even louder than he did when sampling the March Hare’s toes.
“Mmmmmmm!!” he groaned. “Oh this foot fetish isn’t going to be satisfied with just this encounter. This is leaving me wanting more and more.”
His tongue wrapped around the edge of the big toe, slipping in between the gap between the other toe. He slurped it up, leaving no spot drool free. From there he went down to the next toe. That one was noticeably smaller than the big toe, so he was able to get more of that one into his mouth, but still not the whole thing. Which was fine, of course. That just meant that there was that much more of the foot to love and sample, and more places for his tongue to find.
The middle toe was perhaps his favorite. The taste was just as lovely as the others. He let his tongue hang loose as he brushed it along the surface of the toe, making small slurping sounds as he went along.
“Ohhhh I have a fun idea!” he told himself.
The Dormouse extended his arms as far to the sides as they would go and hugged them. Now each paw of his was gripped around the edge of his feet. His left arm was tugging the big toe closer, and his right was bringing the pinky toe around. This way, all of the toes were touching his small body. He let out an audible satisfied sigh, as he savored the feeling of all the toes on him.
Once he had gotten to work on all ten of the Mad Hatter’s toes, he went back down to the sole, this time the sole of the right foot, and began caressing it. He nuzzled the center of it with his cheeks, moving his face up and down on it as if it were the coziest pillow he had ever had the pleasure of laying his head upon. But first he made sure to swipe some of his drool away from the sole. He didn’t want his own slobber to coat his face.
But the best part of the whole situation? The March Hare and the Mad Hatter were STILL sound asleep. Or, at least he was pretty sure that they were. He wasn’t paying attention much to the Hatter’s snoring after he started getting drunk on his feet. But everything was still good, right? RIGHT?
“Sure…” he laughed to himself. “Fate would not be so cruel as to grant me this divine opportunity and then have be drop it like melted butter! Heavens no, I have much more to go, and I still have so much to do! I’m in the mood to chew on some bunny toes again!”
The Dormouse dashed across the table for the second time, this time running back to the big pair of feet that he had started with. He used the fuzziness of the March Hare’s right foot to cushion the blow from his dash. It was like jumping into a bed of feathers, but only bigger, better and tastier. His little rodent tongue fell out of his mouth again, eager to coat a new layer of drool along the March Hare’s sole. But this time, something different happened.
The dormouse’s heart nearly came to a stop right then and there. The March Hare’s foot had just moved!
“Ahhhhhhn ggnnnggg annnnnnnggghhhhh!” The March Hare moaned, shifting himself in his seat. “Ohhhh what a nap. I’m still so full, but the nap was certainly a good idea.”
The Dormouse was frozen, stiff as a statue in front of the rabbit’s large foot. If he moved, then he would be seen, and if he were seen, then they would know that he was the one that took their shoes off while they were sleeping. Then there would be a lot of questioning that he wouldn’t want to answer. They would all be lies, obviously, and the Dormouse was a terrible liar. They would know that something else was up, and his fur would turn red from all the blushing. Oh! They would figure it out!
“Come on, go back to sleep. Go back to sleep.” The Dormouse whispered, mentally trying to will the March Hare back into his snooze.
“I say, you are absolutely right.” Came a new voice, which sent a whole new level of dread down the mouse’s back. It was the voice of the Mad Hatter. “A little nap after an unbirthday party is just what the body needs. Where already using so much energy digesting all the cake and tea, so it is the most heal-” The Mad Hatter stopped in the middle of his sentence. The Dormouse still had his back to the Mad Hatter, unmoving, so he couldn’t see that the Hatter was shifting his feet around, and then took them off the table. “I guess we partied so hard that our shoes came off, friend!” Laughed the Mad Hatter.
“Huh?” The March Hare turned his eyes to his feet, just noticing his lack of shoes for the first time. “Well that has never happened before. I guess you’re right! I wonder where the blazes our shoes went!”
The Mad Hatter bent under the table, picking his back up. “No need to worry, mine are just right here. Silly me! We must have taken them off before we dozed off and just forgot about them.”
“Yeah, that’s probably what happened. What else could it have been-”
And then the Dormouse worst fear came true. The March Hare’s foot, the very one that he had been trying to hide behind to make sure he wasn’t seen, came FALLING down upon him! He was scrunched under the March Hare’s right foot, feeling like a piece of dough being rolled up. As terrified as he now was, he couldn’t help but blush. The tasty, cozy foot that he had been drooling over was now placed upon him like a large blanket. But he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy it. He was now caught red-handed, or maybe red-footed was a better term for it.
“What the?” The Hare scratched his head in confusion. “What do I got under my foot?”
With good dexterity, the March Hare picked up the Dormouse’s small body with his foot, then turned it around while it was in the air, giving him a clear view of the foot fetishist culprit. “Oh my. Mad Hatter, I think we’re going to need some pest control. I just caught a mouse!” He laughed at his own joke, and the Mad Hatter wiped the corner of his eyes in amusement, also since he was still just waking up. “Well, Dormouse, we missed you at the party. Where were you?”
“I…umm…” he couldn’t meet the March Hare in the eyes. He could feel the skin under his fur turn red. “I found myself in the teapot…again…”
“Is that so?” The Hare smirked. “I thought my tea tasted a today mousy this morning. Now, my friend, what in all Wonderland were you doing on the table next to my bare feet?”
“Yeah!” The Mad Hatter chuckled. “What were you doing? You weren’t the one who took off our shoes were you?”
“Surely it wasn’t you, Dormouse,” the March Hare wiggled the rodent’s small body in his fingers. “You know it isn’t very polite to take off people’s shoes without asking them first? Don’t you?”
“I do…yes….but it wasn’t me!”
“Then who was it?”
“Umm…it was the Cheshire Cat!”
“I don’t think that’s very likely. Do you think it’s very likely, Hatter?”
The Mad Hatter smiled and shook his head. “Doubtful! I think if that were so, our little Dormouse might have ended up as his lunch!”
“Sounds about correct to me.” The March Hare brought the Dormouse eye-level with him, showing off his devious grin. “Now, only the truth, please. Why did you take off our shoes while we were sleeping, little mouse?”
The Dormouse shrank in the rabbit’s grip, now looking more helpless than ever. They had him. There was nothing he could do. His only option now was just to tell the truth to them. Just let it out, just like ripping off a band-aid. Maybe it would feel good to finally have the truth out in the open, and maybe they wouldn’t ridicule him too much if he wore it with pride.
“I…” he gulped. “I have a foot fetish, alright! I just wanted to play with them! You see, I’ve never had the chance to play with feet before like this in my life, and I just wanted to try it!”
“And how did you like it?” asked the March Hare.
All the Dormouse could do was blink. “What did you say?”
“I just asked you an easy question. How did you like it, little mousey?”
“I…LOVED IT.” The Dormouse let out a loud breath, happy he said it so proudly. “Your feet are so wonderful. They taste great, and they’re the best things I’ve ever put my paws on and rubbed my face against.” The Dormouse turned around, looking at the Mad Hatter across the table. “And you too! Yours were just as wonderful as his! I didn’t think that I would love feet without fur as much as I did, but they were the epitome of pleasant. They tasted just as deliciously as Hare’s, and the fact that you have more toes than him only made the experience more lovely. Without fur, there’s no where else for all the taste to hide!” The dormouse licked his lips, remembering their taste. “Okay, there you have it. I have a foot fetish! I’m sure you all think it’s funny and amusing, but I’m a proud mouse! So I won’t take any-”
The March Hare covered the mouse’s mouth with a finger. “Oh hush, little thing. You don’t have to make any grand speeches to us.” The Hare looked back over at the Mad Hatter, and his grin grew even wider. “In fact, I think you’ll be happy to know that you’re not alone in you love of feet, isn’t that right, Hatter?”
“Quite right!” The Mad Hatter happily and furiously nodded like a child. “Dormouse, the March Hare and I have been toying with each other’s feet for almost as long as we’ve known each other. We didn’t realize that there was someone else so near us that felt the same.”
“Wait…” The Dormouse looked confused. “This whole time, the two of you knew you had foot fetishes and you didn’t even bother to ask me? It would have saved me a lot of time and embarrassment if you had let me know about this sooner!”
“Asking people if they have a foot fetish isn’t like asking if they want more tea.” Laughed the March Hare. “Nevertheless, I’m sure I speak for the both of us when I say we’re delighted at this revelation. I hope the three of us can have some sweet foot time together. We’ve been wanting a new member of our foot fetish club for a while. But first, there’s an initiation.”
The dormouse raised a brow. “An initiation? What is it?”
“This!” laughed the March Hare.
Without warning, the rabbit shoved the Dormouse’s body back under his toes, shoving him in there as tight as he would go as he then let his foot get planted back down on the table. With the Dormouse’s face now buried in the rabbit’s toes, and his arms held still under the foot, he couldn’t even move an inch! He was at the complete mercy of the rabbit’s foot…and he absolutely loved it.
“Ohhhhh…” the Dormouse sighed as he closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of the bottom of the rabbit’s toes on his face. “We are going to have so much fun.”
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