Down the Rabbit Hole.
[i]By Kyuuketsuki and Basswolf[/i]

[b][u]DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY GOT GAY SEX IN IT. VERY DETAILED HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONS BETWEEN TWO CONSENTING ADULT MALES. IF THAT AIN’T YOUR THING OR IF YOU’RE NOT OLD ENOUGH TO BE ON THIS SITE TO BEGIN WITH, CLICK THE DAMN X IN THE TOP RIGHT.[/b][/u]

I stood outside Wonderland, across the street from – let’s face it – the best little whorehouse in Icewood Heights. Took you a different direction with that one, but don’t worry, the name struck me the same way my first time here. The dick shaped extension of the W going through the O cleared up my delusion rather quickly, though. The flashing neon sign above the door that read ‘Rabbit Hole’ however, maintained its Lewis Carroll themed undertone.

As a nod to the former-closeted owner’s past, Wonderland was a masquerade strip joint. Under his mask, he could be anything he wanted – including gay – thus, everyone working for the wolf wore beautiful Venetian masks that covered their faces from the nose and up. Those customers that so chose – like myself – wore masks as well. I looked rather foolish standing out in the dark with what appeared to be a long black spike in my ebon hair. I wrapped my fingers gently around the nose of my feathered and bejeweled, Venetian mask and tugged it down over my blue eyes and just like that, I went from white rabbit to raven.

Unlike some of the customers, my mask and suit were not a disguise – since I was openly gay – but a costume instead. A short cape of silky black feathers fell from the shoulders of my tuxedo coat and iridescent Swarovskis like the ones around the eyes of my mask decorated my black boots. I tugged at my white silk gloves and made my way to the door. 

As I walked, music from the open door slithered out and wrapped itself around my long ears. The brass gave the hole in the wall club a real roaring 20s, speakeasy feel and what little that lacked was more than made up for by the ‘girls’ that framed the door. A pair of foxes, one red and the other black, posed on the poles that held up the short red awning above the door. Dressed in skin tight gold shorts covered in beaded fringe along with their masks, the pair greeted the incoming customers as they flashed their IDs to the bouncer, a massive bull wearing a pink feathered mask that seemed to assert his masculinity.

When I reached the awning, the succubus twin(k) foxes (I knew them as Tanis the Red and Marvel ) undulated into my path. They both threw an arm around my waist and held me there for a moment. 

“Good to see you again, Rabbird.” The red fox said before a short shriek of pain when I pinched his ass for it.

“It’s been a while, handsome.” Marvel said, biting at my throat. “Where’ve you been?”

“Paperwork.” I replied. Coded speak for ‘finals’. I may have been somewhat famed at Wonderland, but outside the flashy, 20s world I was still a university student. Two years into a law degree. Incidentally, that’s what brought me to Wonderland this night.

Marvel’s paw slipped down and gently flicked at my tail. “Don’t stay wrapped up in that shit too long, now. You might forget Tanis, here.” he said, gesturing to his partner in crime.

The red fox quickly threw his free paw back and smacked Marvel on his perfect ass. Marvel seemed completely unfazed, continuing to nibble at my neck. “I’m unforgettable. Worry about yourself!”

I snickered and shook my head. “Well, you two work out who’s better. I need alcohol.” With that, I kissed each of them on the cheek before they released my waist and slipped back to the posts they’d come from.

At the door, I was stopped once more. The big bull, Vince, loved to test my patience with him. Either by asking for my ID, despite knowing I’m twenty four, or by pretending I’m not on a list that didn’t exist. Really, if there were, I’d seriously be at the top in red letters. I enjoyed the bouncer, though.

“What, no kissy for Vince?”

And that was why. His deep voice and broad shoulders – and body – made a complete mockery of the pink burlesque mask that covered his upper face. Like me, he was a stealthy homo. Open if asked, but only if asked. Otherwise, the bull looked the type that’d beat the piss out of anyone that even thought he enjoyed the phallus. I reached up and grabbed him by his braided beard and pulled him down to my level (seriously, Vince was 6’9 and I’m barely 5’11 without the platform height of my boots). I got a surprised gasp from him when stuck my tongue in his mouth and bit at his lips. After holding him there for a few moments – and hearing vitriolic scoffs from Tanis and more shockingly Marvel – I released Vince and stepped around him as he made heads or tails of what had just been done to him. “How’s that?” I asked as I made my way inside.

Inside was a sharp contrast from the night I’d arrived in. To the left were five crimson, half circle booths against Wonderland’s gold colored walls. The one in the middle was empty, on constant reserve for me. Being friends with the owner had its perks. The other booths were filled to varying degrees with customers and half dressed ‘girls’. Speaking of said ‘girls’, to the right of the entrance was the glossy black bar, atop which two slender males were being eyefucked by patrons sitting below them. One, a black rabbit with long, blood red hair had the words ‘EAT ME’ airbrushed in white on the bulge in the front of his black shorts. The other bar dancer, a white wolf in white shorts had the opposite ‘DRINK ME’ on his. From poles at either end of the counter, they walked seductively across and circled each other, tugging at their skin tight ‘clothing’ to tease their viewers before moving to the opposite pole. I snickered, knowing for a fact that those two hated each other. Behind them was a panther that clearly understood the importance of flare. He spun bottles and poured drinks in ways I swear I’d seen in movies and dreams. Or perhaps it was him that was in the dream part, wearing nothing more than a gold thong that was two sizes too small and covered in beaded fringe.

Through the masked boys walking back and forth between the bar and the booths, I could see a throne at the center of the back wall, to the right of which was a door marked ‘Employee Rabbit Hole Only’ in red letters. Seated in the throne was the mind and illustrious lupine leader of Wonderland, sharing a hookah with his boyfriend –or boytoy, I was never sure which – in his lap, a black cat with pale pink hair and blue highlights we all knew as Cheshire, wearing nothing at all. Either the feline’s crossed legs or his mate’s – master’s(?) – paw kept him somewhat decent, not that he cared. I saw the wolf, Lucian, blow smoke around Cheshire’s face before whispering in the feline’s ear. When the smoke cleared, they were both gazing at me, beckoning for me to approach.

I threw my cape of feathers behind me and made my way forward. As I walked, the sea of boys parted before me and closed behind me. I lived for the popularity I had and the respect my presence commanded here. I had none of it outside Wonderland. Outside Wonderland, the most contact I got passing others was a brush or a jostle. In this place, a brush and jostle was a bump and grind. I enjoyed the clear split between business and pleasure in my life.

Amazingly, I made it across the room with only one button undone by the boys. It was typical behavior from them, and for the most part, I liked it. Hell, I intended to be undressed at some point anyway. What was not typical, was the rabbit I noticed sitting at the bar. He wasn’t exactly remarkable in my opinion simply because he was a white rabbit ‘disguised’ as a black rabbit, but something was odd. For the most part, customers ignored me because I wore too much clothing, but the workers tried to take off my clothes like it was their job. This white rabbit, sitting with his legs crossed in a gold-beaded black mini skirt and mask, black stockings and Mary Janes, was definitely an employee of Lucian’s. He’d followed me across the room with his eyes and a sly grin over his neon green drink, but made no move to approach.
I took my mind off the peculiar bunny for now and turned my attention to Lucian and Cheshire, the latter tugging gently at my cape to test its hold.

“We haven’t seen you in a while, pretty bird.” The feline said, reaching up to undo the second button on my jacket.

“Paperwork.”

Lucian sucked in a deep breath from the pipe in his paw. “You know, you could come work for me. You  wouldn’t need any of that school bullshit.” he said through a heavy cloud of lavender smoke. “I been trying to get you naked in here forever. You could be one of my personal boys.”

“Don’t listen to him, Alec.” Cheshire said with a smirk as he snatched the pipe from the wolf’s lips and wrapped his own around it. He breathed in. “He doesn’t have boys – just me.”

“Well…” Lucian and I said in unison. I laughed at Cheshire as he tried to decide which one of us he wanted to hit.  “Anyway, finals have been ri-goddamn-diculous so here I am. I need a little love after this week.”

“Ooh, then why’d you come here?” Lucian asked. “All this lot can give you is a good fuck. Free for you, of course.” he said, stroking his pet’s sheath with his fingertips.

“There’s a difference?”

The three of us had a laugh at that before I turned on my heels and headed for my booth in the middle of the five.
In no time, I had three of the half naked boys on either side of me, three of which were considered Wonderland’s finest. The one directly to my left was a black haired wolf called ‘the Duchess’. On the end to the right was ‘the Mouse’. He greatly enjoyed the irony of being a cat called Mouse, wearing a mouse themed mask. Next to him was ‘the March Hare’. He was probably the most masculine of the bunch – a gray fox with short black hair. True to his name, the March Hare wore a pair of long, lopsided ears along with his mask.

The Duchess and the fur to my right occupied themselves nibbling at my ears and neck, working their paws under my jacket and fussing with the buttons of my shirt. Now I’d be lying if I said my dick wasn’t threatening to beat a hole through the table I sat at, but I believe they got more excitement from touching me than I got from their roaming paws (except when the border collie sitting on my right grabbed my balls, that was magic). My mind was on other things, and they were doing a good job of relaxing me. Along with the frosty, bright green margaritas that kept finding themselves at my lips, they eased my worries about my finals and preparation to meet Satan, also known as the Bar Exam, the constant storm in my head regarding the family that turned from me. Nothing mattered beyond those adventurous paws.

Another bright green drink made its way to me, but this time the server was different. I opened my mouth to thank him, but found it to be the strange white rabbit that seemed unmoved by my presence. He winked one of his azure eyes at me and flashed that sly smile of his before swaggering off, swishing his hips as he disappeared in the crowd.

I don’t know if it was the alcohol getting to me (because I was very liquored up) or just the fact that he didn’t fawn over me, but I decided something while he walked away.

Those hips would be mine!

It took some doing, but I managed to coax the Duchess and the collie’s paws off my body. They were absolutely not pleased, but a kiss on the cheek and a promise of a threesome sated them. My company begrudgingly allowed me to leave my booth, but by the time I’d made my escape, the rabbit was gone. I thought about using my own long ears to listen for him, but he hadn’t said a word and sly grin’s and winks didn’t make sounds. Instead, I took my drink and walked over to Lucian and Cheshire who’d moved to sit at the bar for a better look at Eat Me and Drink Me. I pinched Cheshire’s ass to get both of their attention, since no one was allowed to touch the feline but Lucian. The wolf had made a fist, but unclenched when he realized it was me.

“That’s a good way to get a swizzle stick in your dick, bub…” Lucian growled as he turned to lean against the counter.

“I’d like it.” I countered. I continued quickly before he could augment his threat. “Who was the last boy you hired? A white rabbit, right?”

The wolf thought for a moment, scratching his chin before he turned back to me and shrugged. I let out a groan before Cheshire reached out for Lucian’s paw.

“I remember, baby. He’s right; it was that one that wouldn’t give you his name.” The cat looked at me. “He said ‘I am what I am. Call me White Rabbit.’ That’s what we all call him. Why?”

“I want him.”

Lucian let out a loud, humorless bark of a laugh. “Good luck, he won’t fuck anything that comes in here. Believe it or not, I think the little bastard is a virgin.” He said, almost growled. “Worst kind of tease ever right, babe?”

Cheshire laughed and playfully bit his finger. “You’re mine, you horny mutt.”

I shook my head at their banter, useless to me. As I took another gulp of my drink, I glanced around for where he’d gotten off too. He wasn’t in anyone’s booth. He wasn’t behind the bar, though I’d only look to steal a peek at the panther’s bulge while he refilled my glass. I looked to the back wall where Lucian’s throne was, but of course he wouldn’t be there, but then something caught my eye. The employee only door was open and there he was, watching me with that damn grin. His head poked out from the left side of the doorway just long enough for me to see him before he bolted off. 

How fitting that I be chasing a white rabbit in Wonderland. It was an interesting twist I hadn’t thought about, but I couldn’t reflect on that now. There was a potential virgin rabbit just waiting for him to violate. I staggered toward the rabbit hole and looked left where he’d disappeared to. It was dark save for one light hanging at the end of the hall where it hooked right. The coy bunny stood under the light long enough for me to see him before he dashed off again.
I knew this area. He was heading toward the basement where the rooms were. Screw Lucian and everyone else, I would definitely be balls deep in that rabbit’s ass before the end of the night. I followed him down the hall to the right and the next right without question since there were no doors on the second hall. The third, however, was different. At the end was the stairs to the basement, but before that, to the left was a door that went outside. It was closing as I turned the corner.

I liked this hard-to-get game, but it was getting a little dodgy. The back of the whorehouse was a little scary at night. There was no light and were it not for the full moon tonight, I’d be blind. Behind Wonderland was an old basketball court that no one used anymore. Lucian had bought half of it and the owner of the building on the opposite side owned the other, but since he’d died, it and his building were abandoned. The white rabbit was running across the court toward the high fence that split the properties.

“Wait up, dammit!” I called behind him.

In one swift movement, he crouched low and seemed to slip through the chainlink barrier. He did stop there, but only to grin at me again. The rabbit turned around and took off the belt of beaded fringe over his skirt and draped it over his shoulders before swaggering off into the building on the other side of the court. As he walked, I saw the too short skirt began to slip down under his tail.

I reached the fence and found how he’d slipped through. There was a hole about the size of a small piece of virgin rabbit ass. I, on the other hand, had to find the gate, and it was loosely chained. [i]He’ll be lucky if I don’t fucking rape him for this…[/i] I thought as I squeezed through the opening, getting filth and rust on my costume. As I got through, I even tore the black feather cape off my left shoulder. I let out the best growl my species was capable of as I ran into the building after that piece of ass.

“Where are you, rabbit?!” I shouted into the dark. “I got somethin’ for ya!” I was partially aware that my behavior was being… augmented… by all the drinks I’d had, but by then I didn’t care. I looked around the derelict building, but he seemed nowhere to be found. “Fffucking magic trick rabbit…” I muttered, slurring a little now. 

While I looked around, I heard the door close behind me. I probably should have investigated that, but I was more preoccupied with the rabbit that had led me on this chase.  As I wandered deeper into the old building, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to look, but with the door closed, it was too dark to see. “I hope you carry lube… cuz when I get my pawsss on you…” I continued forward, feeling along wall in the darkness. The floor felt like it was rocking now and I began to somewhat regret those drinks, then again, without them there’s no way I’d have been brave enough to chase him. I turned a corner and saw moonlight pour from an open door. It being the only relief from this damn dark, I made my wobbly-legged way toward it before seeing a shadow pass in front of it. “C’mere!”

I charged into the room and looked around. I know I saw him here. I slowly stepped in, not out of caution, but because there was no wall to hold onto. Once more, the door closed behind me, but this time there was no time to regret not looking. Something hit me hard at the waist and knocked me over. As I fell, I braced for the hard wooden floor, but something springy caught me.

A mattress?

I was shaking my head to try and make the room stop spinning when I noticed that what had knocked me down was still on top of me. He crawled up to my waist and stared menacingly down at me.

“Hello, raven.” The white rabbit said as he removed my mask. “That’s better.” He leaned down and bit at my lips as he undid my tie. I felt his paws making their way down my chest as he unbuttoned my shirt, keeping me distracted with his tongue in my mouth. I felt like Vince did when I’d kissed him at the door.

When I remembered why I’d started this adventure, I slipped my paws under his skirt to get a feel of his perfect round ass. I was rather enjoying it until the bastard slipped back so I couldn’t reach anymore. Almost immediately I forgot about that, though. The white rabbit had moved to undo my belt. I reached up to take off his mask, but the rabbit slapped my paw away.

“Not on the first date.” He said before he undid the button on my slacks and tugged down the front of my tented, pre-soaked boxers. There was no need for coaxing; my dick was already out of its sheath. Eight inches of rabbit cock bobbed in the air for the mysterious white bunny to have his way with. He looked up at me with those big blue eyes and licked his lips before lowering his head into my groin.

Like a pro, the bunny took the entire length into his mouth and throat. Good thing, too. After tumbling down the rabbit hole trying to catch him, I was in no mood to play around. He slowly lifted his head, licking at the underside of my member as he made his way to the tip. I met those blue eyes again as he swirled his tongue around the head of my cock. I’d have liked to spend more time with his tongue in my mouth, but it was put to far better use where it was.

White Rabbit stopped for a moment and wrapped his paw around my shaft. He held me on edge with long, slow strokes while he rested his chin in my soft black pubic fur. “You know, most people follow the White Rabbit into Wonderland, not out.” he said, smearing precum around the top of my prick. For a moment, his voice seemed familiar. I probably should have thought about it more, but between the bunny jerking me off and the alcohol induced haze I was in, I couldn’t be bothered with that.

“Iunno… wanted ta fuck…” I said as I stated at the blurry face in my crotch. “T-told me you was a virgin… S’at true?”

White Rabbit chuckled. His warm breath made my cock throb and ache. Before I could say anything else, he’d began licking at my shaft again, effectively halting any desire I had to speak. Chasing the rabbit had left him breathless and made him stop every few seconds to breathe heavily. The absurd idea of making my bedfellows run in place crossed my mind for a moment before he took my dick into his throat and scattered my thoughts. This ‘White Rabbit’ had to be Lucian’s best employee. I felt my member spasm as I shot a jet of clear pre down the hot mouth. I heard him chuckle some before slowly lifting his head from my shaft once more, a thin trail of drool between his lips and the tip. 

He stood up with a foot on either side of my waist. I noticed he was wearing black sandals with six inch stiletto heels. How the fuck did he run from me in those?! I shook the question from my head – which made my brain feel fuzzy – when I noticed him undoing the two buttons on the on his hip to take off his little black skirt. I wrapped my paw around his left calf to get his attention. “Leave that on.” His skirt was three inches of fabric that barely covered the leather thong he wore under it. White Rabbit grinned wide and fastened the button he had undone. He wound his hips down as he slid his thong down his long, bare legs and stepped out of it, casting it aside. 

“Do you like magic?” he asked as he sat on his knees on top of me with my dick wedged conveniently between his fuzzy cheeks.

“I love magic, show me magic.” I replied as I held him by the hips. The rabbit pretended to check under sleeves he didn’t have and tugged down the front of his skirt a little for good measure, then ran his fingers along the feathers that went up his ears from the mask he wouldn’t remove. He showed me that there was nothing in his paws before reaching behind my ear and producing a silver package marked EZ-GO-IN. If I were sober I’d have noticed that it came from under his mask, but instead I clapped. He grinned and split the package open on his front teeth and squeezed its contents into his paw. When he reached back to spread the clear lube on my cock, I braced myself for cold, but it was warm from being on his face. Even if it had been cold there wouldn't have been much time to notice the discomfort with all the alcohol running through my veins and the warm soft behind cradling my length. 

White Rabbit grinned and leaned forward to lick at my lips as he slid backward. The bunny gripped the base of my cock and took aim under his leaf-shaped tail. "Careful now, handsome. I am a 'virgin' after all." he mocked, mostly to torture me by making me wait a bit before he began to take the first inches of slick rabbit dick up his ass.

I repeated my horrible attempt at the best growl our species could manage, trying to draw White Rabbit's tongue into a kiss. I may have wanted to fuck, but I had enjoyed the kiss that knocked me into a stupor before. More importantly, after all the effort it took to get to this point, I wanted to do anything but be gentle with the teasing rabbit, that is until I felt my cock slip beneath the other's tail, inch by inch.

He answered my 'growl' with a snarl of his own. Like White Rabbit's eyes and voice, it played at the edge of my thoughts as familiar. He started to grin, then gasped as I stretched him open. I saw the smaller rabbit's cock twitch under his incredibly short skirt and grinned. Partly as payback for the chase, I bucked my hips particularly hard into the male, but apart from another grin, he seemed unfazed.

I gave another buck into his tight hole, intent to see his dick jump again. "For a v-virgin you ssseem to be taking this good…” I commented, a placated grin stretching across my short muzzle. But then again, I had no idea how long had passed; time could be standing still or flying by for all I knew in my haze.

The rabbit smirked. "I work in a whorehouse, what did you expect?" he asked. I noticed White Rabbit speaking through his teeth. I’d seen it before with Lucian's other boys. He was doing his very best to maintain his cool, despite being pushed closer and closer to the edge with every move I made inside him. I looked and saw preseed dribbling profusely down his cock, now sticking out from under his skirt completely and grinned.

I returned his smirk, continuing my rhythmic grinding into his tight passage. "I expect Lucian to not lie to me when he says you're a… vvvirgin," I countered, picking up the pace and letting out a low moan. Virgin or not, it was worth every minute of the chase, and I would be sure to enjoy every moment of what came after. Coyly I reach out, taking a moment to find my depth perception and wrap my paw around the other lapine's length, giving it a few short strokes.

White Rabbit disguised what would have been a moan as a breathless laugh. "You wouldn't have known any better... if I hadn't ad---!" On the word 'admitted' he seemed to run out of letters. His entire body seemed to tense and the rabbit's narrow passage seems to cling to my maleness. I felt the smaller rabbit's cock throb in my paw and glanced down just in time to see streaks of hot white rabbit cum before they land on my face, across your lips and chest, accompanied by the moan he'd tried to conceal.

I gave him a smug look as I continued to work my hips, until my plan backfired in the best way. At the convulsions of the other, I quickly picked up pace again, instinct kicking in and having me intent to abuse his tight ass for all it was worth as he came. My face being covered in thick, gooey stands of the others warm jizz sent me over the same edge my teasing fucktoy had went. I moan out, licking some of the other's cum from my lips as well as I roughly hilted myself in his plush behind. The paw that had not left his rear clenched and I lost it, sending burst after burst of my own hot seed deep into the other male's depths, each shot accompanied by an upward jab at his prostate.

I gazed up at what may have been the best fuck of my life. He sat astride me, gasping with every dying thrust I offered. As he sat there slackjawed, I even pondered stealing him away from Lucian’s employ to keep him for myself, though that could have been the alcohol. I nabbed a bit of his seed from his still hard cock and licked my finger as I watched him come down.

Then I noticed it.

The pale blue moonlight gave just enough light for me to see into White Rabbit’s mouth. I noticed that he was missing his left canine and all the little pieces I’d picked up on this adventure snapped together like a puzzle on rubberbands.

His hair was as black as mine, only his was longer, reaching his back. He had my piercing azure eyes and his voice had been familiar. The most immediate of all should have been his fur. None of that hit me hard enough through the booze, but his missing tooth connected it all. Without that fact, everything else would have been innocuous. 

Thousands of memories came flooding into my head just as I’d done him with my seed. I saw myself as a kid, holding a smaller white rabbit in a headlock. Fishing at a pond with that little rabbit when we were older. Lying in his bed with him on a stormy night when I was thirteen and he was ten. Confronting the monster in his closet with a baseball bat one night. Beating the piss out of someone who’d pushed him down on the playground at school. Knocking out his left canine by mistake three years ago.

Slowly, I reached up and took off the black rabbit mask to reveal his face. Every feature mirrored mine when I’d been his age. Still balls deep in his ass, I gasped softly.

“Michael?”

He grinned wide and leaned in close to my face, bearing down on me with those blue eyes – [i]my[/i] blue eyes. “I’m the White Rabbit.” He said, licking his cum from my lips. “Welcome to Wonderland.”

My little brother kissed me once more as I passed out from a combination of booze and shock, falling into darkness. Down the rabbit hole.

The End.