Chapter 39
Alice had wanted to hit up a rave for ages, she’d made up her mind a while back, and the chance popped up when an event called “Wonderland — The Rave” showed up in her Instagram feed. The second she saw the name, it felt like a sign. “Guys, this party’s meant for me! It’s gonna be Alice in Wonderland, and of course, I’m dressing the part, right?” Excitement took over, and for weeks she threw herself into prepping the perfect cosplay: shiny little shoes, a blue flared dress with a spotless white apron, a headband holding back her blonde hair. Petite, delicate, she looked like a sweetheart — but only on the surface.
It wasn’t easy talking her friends into going with her. She needed a crew, after all. Going solo would’ve been risky. She lined up a ride, scraped together cash, and handled every little detail. It was a techno rave that’d run three days and three nights straight, fueled by drugs and booze.
She rolled in on the second day, already past noon. She knew that was prime time. Day one, folks weren’t fully in the vibe yet. The last day, they were too wiped out for anything. The peak hit right there, when the festival’s energy cranked up to max.
The spot that used to be an open green field had turned into a mud pit, trampled by thousands of relentless feet. The smell of damp earth mixed with sweat, the cloying perfume of people trying to mask the inevitable, the sour tang of spilled drinks soaking the ground. The crowd spread out like a throbbing organism, bodies tangled up without distinction, dancing, laughing, yelling, lost in the madness.
The music was an invisible beast, pounding with deep bass waves that climbed up your legs and rattled your bones. Mid and high tones sliced through the air like knives, whipping up a cacophony that swung between bliss and agony. No melodies, just a nonstop, hypnotic drone that swallowed everything around it.
It was a pack of wild folks, bodies jerking in frantic spasms, each one dancing to their own weird beat, hard to make out. The music didn’t lead — it owned you. Insane, repetitive thumps drilled into your ears and vibrated in your chest like a second heart, racing, off-kilter, totally out of control. The ground was shaky, a patchwork of mud and party trash — empty cups, busted glow bracelets, cigarette butts, and what looked like puke, but nobody gave a damn. The stench was a heavy mix of sweat, booze, wet grass, and a faint whiff of incense and smoke from the fire jugglers some crazies kept spinning nonstop.
She and her friends didn’t hesitate to dive into the mess. They drank enough to melt away any shame and surrendered to the dance until time lost all meaning. They laughed their asses off, screamed out song lyrics they barely knew, their bodies glowing under fluorescent paint, faces slick with sweat, eyes wide, pupils blown from adrenaline and alcohol. And yeah, they started scoping the place for targets. Making out was the goal, and one by one they peeled off, snagged by some hungry eyes and grabby hands.
The sky went dark without Alice even noticing. Suddenly, the rave shifted. The lights turned harsher, brighter, fake as hell, casting twisted shadows and shapes that seemed to dance on their own in the blackness. Flaming juggles slashed the air in dizzying spins, spitting sparks, while masked weirdos put on fire shows. The smell of burning gas blended with greasy food from pop-up stalls and the sweet haze of joints passed hand to hand.
Alice looked around and realized she was alone. The crowd clustered near the stage, mesmerized by the DJ who commanded the beats like a conductor of a mad army. Colored lights swirled, flashing distorted glimpses of reality, and in the middle of that chaotic symphony, the moon looked weak, tiny, irrelevant against the neon spectacle and shadows devouring the scene.
She tried to find her friends, but it was pointless. In the dark, faces turned anonymous, blurry smudges of hype and exhaustion. A bitter taste of frustration hit her mouth — she didn’t want to end the night solo. She was tired, sweaty, beat from dancing, beat from searching. She decided to head back to the meet-up spot they’d agreed on before getting swallowed by the crowd.
She plopped down there, feeling her body heavy. The booze surged in weird waves, leaving her dizzy, spaced out. She needed to rehydrate, grab some food. The world spun slow around her, like she was about to get eaten by the place.
“Heyyy… Psst… Psst?”
Alice lifted her head, eyes heavy from fatigue and booze. The music sounded farther off for a second, muffled, like she’d stepped into another pocket of that chaotic rave.
“Over here…”
The voice came from off to the side, near a dead tree, a silhouette leaning there, still as stone. Hard to tell if it was a guy or a girl. There was something otherworldly about their vibe, an aura that didn’t fit the insanity around them.
Alice narrowed her eyes, curious. Maybe this person knew where her friends were.
“You’re alone, miss…”
Even up close, the uncertainty lingered. No sharp features, just an androgynous beauty, unsettling. The eyes were black, super dilated, soaking up the faint light that hit them. The pale skin looked untouched by the sun, like this person had never existed outside the dark. Baggy, neutral clothes gave no hints, like that body could be anyone, anything.
“Yeah… We got separated. Can’t find my friends.”
The person tilted their head, a faint smile, almost mocking, playing on their lips.
“Maybe you gotta get lost too… to find what you’re after.”
Alice frowned.
“Get lost? What do you mean?”
The stranger chuckled low, a sound that blended with the rave noise, almost an echo.
“Don’t you think it’s weird, hunting for something lost… without being lost yourself?”
She blinked, trying to unpack that.
“But if I get lost, how do I find anything?”
“Who said you need to find it?”
Alice got a chill down her neck. The way this person talked, slow, playful, almost mesmerizing, made the rave around them feel even farther away, like they were in their own bubble, cut off from the world.
“You talk kinda funny…” She smiled, stepping a bit closer.
“And you listen kinda funny.”
The stranger’s smile widened, and for the first time Alice caught something subtle, almost unnoticeable, at the corners of the mouth… Like the smile was a tad too big. Like, for a split second, it wasn’t quite human.
She shivered, but not from fear. She liked it. For some reason, she really liked it.
“You kiss me, and I’ll help you get lost… and once we’re lost, maybe we won’t find what we can’t — or what we’ll run into. Sound good?”
The words came out like a riddle, a nonsense game, but something in the tone made Alice want to answer with action, not words. There was a hypnotic pull to this person. The features, soft and undefined, carried a beauty that didn’t seem to belong in this world. The way they spoke, like each syllable danced in the air before hitting her ears, was almost a tune.
Alice gave in.
Their bodies pressed together in an exchange of warmth, skin, and breath. Her eyes stayed open until the last second before contact, like she wanted to catch every detail of the moment. The person’s lips were sweet and soft, like there was nothing behind them, just a smooth, perfect surface. The tongue, small and tame, gave off a vibe of innocence, something harmless. Alice liked that.
She let herself get wrapped up, throwing her arms around the shoulders of that still, ethereal entity, who just kissed her back, steady and gentle.
Then, out of nowhere, the kiss turned into a whirlwind.
The sweet taste went sour. The world disconnected.
Alice felt something on her tongue. Small, bitter. A piece of paper.
“What the hell?” She tried to break the kiss, tried to pull it out of her mouth, but cold fingers grabbed her hands.
“No, no, no… Don’t take it out… Let it… Just let it…”
The voice was a whisper, a purr, something that sent shivers down her spine and soothed her at the same time.
Alice hesitated. Then she got it.
It was a treat. A gift passed through the kiss. Something you didn’t turn down.
She relaxed. Relaxed way too much.
The world around her started pulsing different, the person’s breath mixing with hers, the rave’s edges going distant, unreal. The ground wasn’t so solid anymore. Time wasn’t so solid anymore.
And, surrendering to the caresses of that ethereal being who’d called her over, Alice started to fall.
She blinked slow, her mind already slipping to another plane, thoughts running like ink diluted in water. Everything looked warped, fluid, like logic had been left behind.
“But hey… sorry to ask… are you a guy or a girl?”
The stranger smiled, and that smile stretched in a way it shouldn’t have been able to.
“I can be whatever you want, Alice… Just wish it hard enough.”
The words spun in her head, echoing inside her skull like a distant beat. The world didn’t play by the same rules anymore, gravity felt iffy, and reality folded around her.
Her eyes dropped to the mouth of that ethereal figure, and something pinned her there. Something was off.
“Your mouth…” Alice murmured, trying to focus. “It looks like a little pussy…”
She laughed, not sure if she meant it or if her mind was messing with her. And then, without a second thought, she leaned in to kiss them again.
But now the touch was different.
The other’s lips had changed. The texture was off. They were fuller, warmer, and weirdly wetter than they should be. The wetness spread against her skin, too much wetness, a different kind of heat.
And then Alice understood.
It wasn’t a mouth anymore.
What her lips touched, what her tongue started to probe, wasn’t a human mouth anymore. It was something way beyond that.
The creature’s mouth had turned into a pussy.
A hot, pulsing opening right in the middle of the face. Soft, quivering, throbbing, like it was breathing. The scent was intense, flooding her nostrils, a mix of lust and thick moisture. Her lips moved over that living flesh, and when she realized what she was doing, Alice didn’t pull back.
Her body leaned in more, her tongue slid into that impossible space, licking and thrusting, feeling every hot fold that trembled under her touch. The texture was real. Scary real.
The kiss redefined “oral” for Alice. The sensation was brand new, impossible to compare to anything else. Her body ignited from the inside, a slow, inevitable burn. With every second, her sense of self seemed to unravel, dissolved in the heat, the touch, the strange, delicious taste of that moment.
The stranger’s hands were under her dress, and she didn’t even notice how they got there. Like they’d just appeared, existing before she could even register.
When the fingers slipped along the edges of her panties, brushing her hot skin, a shiver ran up her spine, and she pulled back just enough to flash a smile — not to stop, but to egg them on.
“Keep going…”
And they did.
The fingers plunged inside her, and a shaky sigh escaped her lips. But it wasn’t a normal sigh. It stretched out, echoing through the rave itself, like her voice synced with the music, like her whole existence in that moment hooked into the sound waves blasting around them.
She smiled. And danced.
Her body moved in response to what invaded her, not quite grasping the shape of what was inside. It was hot. It was weird. It was part of her now.
She ground to the music’s rhythm, making it slide in and out, giving her pleasure, eyes half-closed, the world pulsing in flashes of light and shadow, a universe breaking down and rebuilding with every beat. She laughed her head off, a crazy, pure joy. The pleasure hit in an unusual way, a flow that didn’t just start in her core but spread everywhere, coursing through her body like liquid electricity.
From her pussy, it radiated to her fingertips, like those were her real pleasure zones. Like every touch, every tiny movement carried the same ecstasy throbbing between her legs. She twisted her fingers in her own hair, making lazy curls, like she was jerking off right there in the rave, without even realizing. Her eyes blinked slow, her face twisting in pure delirium, a mask of transcendental bliss.
Sex had always had clear sensations for Alice — the heat, the touch, the perfect pressure of bodies, the rhythm of thrusts. But now, like magic, she could see the orgasm. Colors had smells, and her sight had flavor. Blue reminded her of mint, red had a citrus kick, yellow was sweet like honey. Time folded in on itself, seconds stretching and shrinking, making it impossible to tell if it all happened in a blink or if they’d been there for hours, centuries, an eternity.
She felt the young one behind her, hard, erect under the skirts of her dress, pressed to her body in a primal dance. The dress rode up and down with the movements, swirling around her thighs like a fabric ghost. They were locked together, lust steering their steps like the music came from inside their bodies, not the speakers shaking the ground.
A whirlwind of sensations swept over Alice. Her skin tingled like every pore had woken up. A jumble of sounds hammered her nose, while her ears picked up the scent of sex trapped in the air — moisture, sweat, something hot, something animal. The whole world was flipped, jumbled, a sensory maze where anything went.
A mouth swept blue across her neck, licking in cold and fiery stripes at once. The touch gave her chills, leaving her skin icy and scorching simultaneously. She shuddered, grinding back, pushing harder against the young one, letting them slide in and out with impossible ease. Each thrust was a fresh pulse of pleasure, a new colored wave crashing into her, spreading through her body like she was dissolving into the rave’s atmosphere. Their hands gripped her breasts, squeezing, kneading, but something was off. The texture, the shape… Alice clocked the impossible: each palm had a mouth.
Living tongues moved against her skin, sucking her nipples wetly, teasing the hard tips, licking, nibbling, drooling without shame. It was relentless, wetness dripping like her breasts were a source of something sacred, something these impossible mouths craved.
And then they started vibrating.
Her breasts molded to the pleasure, pulsing to the music’s beat, shifting shape and size like liquid in an unseen container. Each rave thump made her flesh swell and shrink, an organic dance between the mouths in the palms sucking away and the sound waves wrapping her up. The pleasure’s tremor was green, painting her skin with the scent of passionfruit. An intense, tangy fragrance, like she could feel the fruit dripping over her body, a citrusy red perfume dissolving into her pale skin. But with it came another sensation — a familiar sweetness, comforting, rising like an echo from memory.
It was the smell of her grandma’s coffee.
The memory and the pleasure tangled, invisible threads of past and present stitched by feelings that should never mix. The warm glow of a childhood afternoon, the bitter texture of black coffee in an old mug, the aroma filling the air as the bliss flowed from her core to every limb.
In her mouth, a sharp bitterness scratched her tongue, like biting rusty metal. Her mouth went dry, her throat swallowed nothing, and for a second everything condensed into one point of extreme sensitivity. Penetrated, sucked, lifted, Alice felt the world bend before her. The space around her shimmered like reality was out of breath. Everything worshiped her body. Everything adored her like a goddess.
And from her throne at the peak of pleasure, she gave back all the energy thrown her way, like a generous, insatiable deity. But every trip needs an end, and the break hit like a blade slicing reality’s fabric.
The world crumbled. Her pussy exploded violently, crushingly, a wave of pleasure smashing her body with thunderous force.
The orgasm crashed like an internal collapse, a raw, merciless eruption tearing her from inside out. Every nerve burned, every muscle clenched in brutal spasms. It was too much. Like she was dying. Like something inside her shattered and reborn at once.
A insane electric jolt shot up her spine to the top of her skull. Her legs buckled, her whole body shook, a convulsion of uncontrolled cum that made her scream. Scream loud.
A name slipped from her mouth, but she didn’t even know who she was calling.
The pleasure claimed every pore, every fold, every crevice. A hell and paradise colliding inside her, beyond measure, overwhelming.
And then the drop.
The real world yanked her back, brutally.
The thrusts were real now. His sweaty pelvis slammed against her ass hard, skin on skin, the wet, immoral sounds of rough sex echoing through the bass. The rave’s smell flooded her nostrils again — sweat, booze, puke, trampled grass, cigarettes, something sour and rotten and hot. All terribly real.
Her body trembled. The orgasm monster roared inside her, bursting in waves of hot liquid, squirting hard, splashing between her thighs, dripping onto the filthy ground. Her cum spread, a wild, unchecked jet, soaking them both like a profane baptism.
Her body got hit by unrecognizable onomatopoeia — grunts, moans, sobs mixed in an uncontrolled trance.
And then everything went black.
The collapse.
The massive orgasm sucked her last spark of awareness, and Alice blacked out.
Time did its duty where the world is real and passed.
Leaning against a tree, Alice woke to the cold metal on her skin. The thermal blanket reflected the swirling red and blue flashes, blinking in a nauseating rhythm. Her friends crouched around her, nervous, faces a mix of worry and awkwardness.
The smell of booze, sweat, and trampled grass still hung in the air, but now there was something worse — the unmistakable stink of reality.
Firefighters and cops hustled around, talking in codes and handling some incident that clearly involved her.
“Girl, you okay?”
The voice came from far off, like she was still trying to shake the last echo of her trip.
“Yeah… I think…” Alice mumbled, blinking slow. The world felt aggressively solid now. “Where is he?”
The guy. The androgynous being. The entity that had taken her to another plane.
Movement to her right caught her eye, and then she saw.
No mystical creature. No mysterious young one with mouths in their hands. Just a skinny kid, cute but ordinary. Rumpled clothes, messy hair, an pissed-off look as he mouthed off nonsense at the cops. Cuffed, he spat incoherent words, eyes wide like he was still miles from landing back in reality.
Alice opened her mouth, but one of her friends beat her to it:
“Girl…” The voice carried a heavy dose of secondhand embarrassment. “You were fucking this guy… right in the middle of the rave… naked.”
Alice’s eyes went wide.
“And… you pissed yourself.”
The silence that followed lasted forever.
And then the bitter taste of her grandma’s coffee hit her mouth again, a sweet smell.