Feb 1, 2015
So, if February is, by most of the fandom's thoughts, the Dormouse Mating Season... then that means I am entitled to make PG13 drawings of him and his ships? Like, Character NOT Performer type? Better get my sketches done then! :D
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So, if February is, by most of the fandom's thoughts, the Dormouse Mating Season... then that means I am entitled to make PG13 drawings of him and his ships? Like, Character NOT Performer type? Better get my sketches done then! :D
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I still draws the arts. Just been a bit distracted. What should I draws?
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Doin' stuff...
Cherry Tale 17/18
MTP fanfic.
Chessur/Thackery - Mally/Absolem (main ship… but really it should be Mally/everyone else in the band… sorry not sorry…)
Previous chapters can be found here (Scroll all the way down):
http://elrohare.tumblr.com/stories
Tune in tomorrow for the exciting conclusion... though the story doesn't really end there. I better get to work on more...
“Well, how’d it go?”
Mally jumped a foot into the air, then tripped over his own pants as they slid down and caught him around the ankles. He had been in the process of getting undressed when the unexpected question came from the direction of his bed.
“Chess! What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice an outraged squeak.
“I wanted to hear about your date,” the drummer purred, stretching and putting his hands behind his head. The cat was fully dressed in black pants and black button-down shirt. He wore expensive looking patent leather shoes that gleamed in the dim light of the hotel room. "I suppose it didn't go very well if you're here by yourself. Or did you do the deed and leave the bug to recover from it alone? Perhaps he kicked you out of his cocoon?"
Mally shook his head. He kicked off his pants to avoid falling on his face. Feeling foolish standing there with no pants on, he tugged off his shirt as well. Now just in socks and boxers he felt even more ridiculous, so he marched around to the far side of the bed, yanked back the covers, and crawled inside. He turned his back on Chessur, hating the fact that his face was red, his heart was beating too fast, and he was struggling for breath.
"It was wonderful," he muttered, half to the cat and half to himself.
“Good,” Chessur said lightly. “Did you fuck him?”
“Shut up.”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
The no was correct, but somehow it didn’t matter. Mally knew that he would have certainly gone to bed with Absolem if the Caterpillar had asked him to. However, it wasn’t time yet. Absolem wasn’t ready. It might happen… it should happen… in time… but…
“Why are you here?”
“I need a favor. Did you even kiss him?”
Mally hesitated. He closed his eyes. He didn’t really even want to think about the kiss, for fear that Chessur would steal it out of his mind. Nothing had ever been like it, nothing…
In front of the door to Absolem’s room. Mally wasn’t even really sure how they had gotten back to the hotel. They had been holding hands and running through Downtown Disney like a couple of children. He’d been laughing… giggling, and Absolem had smiled in a way that Mally had never seen before.
Mally had made Absolem happy.
Mally had made Absolem want to kiss him… ask to kiss him…
And then there they were alone in front of Absolem’s door. The Caterpillar shoved his back against the wall, his dark eyes wide. He straightened his glasses. His lips parted and he sucked in a deep breath. The smile was gone, he simply looked at Mally with serious anticipation.
“Mallymkun…”
“Tell me.”
“What?”
“Ask me?”
“Ask…you…”
“Please, Absolem,” Mally murmured, putting one hand on the door behind the Caterpillar’s head. He leaned forward, their lips inches away from each other. “Ask me for what you want.”
“Will you kiss me?” Absolem whispered.
Mally’s heart had soared.
"Are you sure?" he murmured.
"Yes." Absolem seemed bewildered. "I told you so already. Are you teasing me again?"
"No. I just wanted to be sure. This is important."
"Yes, Mallymkun. It is..."
Mally leaned in slowly, afraid Absolem would pull away. The Caterpillar waited patiently. He was breathing a little faster than usual. His dark eyes were wide behind his glasses, the pupils large dark inviting pools. He licked his lips as Mally hovered over them and the Dormouse nearly groaned.
He settled his mouth firmly down on Absolem's. The Caterpillar wrapped his arms around Mally and the Dormouse did the same, pleased by Absolem's eager grip. Absolem's kiss was hesitant only for a heartbeat but then he took to the affectionate act like he had been waiting to do this his entire life. Perhaps he had been. He ground his lips against Mally's. He opened his mouth and invited Mally's tongue inside, learning quickly how to do sweet battle.
Finally they let go of each other when the need for oxygen interfered with the fierce and tender moment. The look on Absolem's face was priceless. He seemed surprised, awed. He lifted a finger to trace the contours of his swollen mouth and Mally immediately wanted to kiss him again.
"Absolem..."
"Thank you," said Absolem. "I shall see you tomorrow. Good night, Mallymkun."
With that he had turned and gone into his room, leaving Mally alone in the hall. In a daze the Dormouse had retuned to his own room and in a daze he lay now, remembering. He had forgotten that he was not alone and nearly squeaked aloud when Chessur cradled him from behind. He hadn't even noticed the cat slipping under the covers.
Chessur rested his chin on Mally's shoulder and blew into his ear. The Dormouse felt his whole body tense. His ass was mashed into Chessur's crotch. A wave of confusion swept over him. He had wanted this for so long knowing it was impossible. That it should be happening now when he had just begun to let go of his desire was frustrating. It was exhilarating and terrifying at once.
"Did you kiss Absolem?" The cat repeated.
"Why are you spooning me?" Mally asked.
"I need a favor."
"What sort of favor?" Mally asked suspiciously.
"I want you to try to seduce Thackery."
Mally blinked. The cat sounded terribly sad and he wasn't sure he'd heard correctly.
"What?"
"I want you to make love to Thackery."
"I don't think you really want that," Mally said. "Last time I checked you were in love with Thack."
"I think it's you that he still really wants," Chessur whispered. His hand began to stroke up and down Mally's bare chest. His fingers were ridiculously warm and Mally's body, so used to being touched and fondled, was starting to react.
"No," Mally protested. "Not any more. I've seen the way he looks at you. The way you look at each other."
"Seduce him," Chessur whispered. "And in return I will make love to you."
"I can't believe I'm hearing this."
"That's what you've always wanted, isn't it?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"Then do this for me. And once it's been proved that he doesn't love me... You can have what you want."
Mally lay there silently, his eyes wide while he warred with his heart and his conscience. If he did this he wouldn't just be destroying Thackery and Chessur's relationship but he would be crushing out the fragile light that had sprung up between him and Absolem.
"I don't believe that he doesn't love you," Mally said firmly.
"Then prove that for me."
"Chessur... even I know that this is a bad idea. Go back to Thackery right now. And bring him a bouquet of carrots or something--"
"He prefers roses."
"Whatever! Have a little faith."
"I've risked everything to ask for this,” Chessur growled into his ear. "I need to know definitively."
"What makes you think I'm willing to accept a pity fuck in exchange?" Mally asked bitterly.
Chessur bent his head and bit the Dormouse’s bare shoulder gently. Mally began to shake and before he knew what he was doing, he was grinding his ass against the cat. Chessur chuckled.
“I think you’re properly motivated,” he said.
“You’ve been spending too much time with Tarrant,” Mally said bitterly, breathlessly.
“On that count,” Chessur whispered, “You are correct.”
drabble - Dreaming
MTP Chessally drabble
He knew it was a dream. It both thrilled and terrified him, and he couldn’t stop it. He wanted to wake up, but he knew it had to run its course… and he knew what that course would be…
He was standing in the Enchanted Tiki Room, his back pressed up against the floral in the middle of the room. His heart was pounding too fast, and each breath he drew in felt as ragged as if he had been running. He looked up, but the perches normally occupied by the various birds were all empty. The flowers were still in their beds, murmuring softly to each other, but what help could flowers provide? They were no kinder or more useful than the ones in Underland.
No help. No escape. The doors were locked, and though he could not see his antagonist yet, he knew he wasn’t alone.
“Mally… Mallymkun…”
Chessur’s voice floated through the room, seeming first to come from one corner, then another. Mally looked back and forth, his large blue eyes wide, his lips parted. He licked at them, his mouth feeling so dry he didn’t know if he could summon his voice at all, though he was compelled to try.
“Leave me alone!”
The exclamation was embarrassingly squeaky, and the only reply came with the cat’s mocking laughter, bouncing around the dim corners of the room. Mally pressed further back against the floral, but it didn’t stop an invisible paw with sharp claws from prickling at the back of his neck.
Mally gasped and pitched forwards, flinging himself so violently away from the planter that he landed on his hands and knees on the floor. He staggered to his feet, gasping for breath, his whole body starting to tremble. Something warm brush against him, soft purring filled the air, and hot breath teased the back of his neck.
“I will never leave you alone, Mally. You’re far too delicious for that.”
“Stop,” Mally pleaded, though he knew it would do no good.
“No,” said Chessur.
The cat’s grin floated slowly into being, hanging in the air in front of the Dormouse like a crescent moon. The rest of the cat followed with excruciating slowness. He settled his large, meaty hands on Mally’s slender shoulders and pulled him close, bending his head to lick at the guitarist’s throat. Mally was unable to move or to scream. He scrunched his eyes closed, waiting for the sharp teeth to sink into his flesh.
“Let go,” he whispered after a heartbeat that seemed interminable.
The bite never came, but Chessur steered Mally to one of the padded benches at circled the room, bearing him down onto the flat seat. His warm, heavy body came down on top of the Dormouse’s slender frame, his claws prickling at Mally’s shoulders.
“Beautiful dormouse,” Chessur murmured. “You belong to me now.”
The lights went out.
Mally sat bolt upright, looking around the dimly lit hotel. His heart was racing and the cat’s rich scent lingered in his nostrils. He was alone, safe in his own bed. Mally shook his head and rubbed his eyes, his fingers still trembling as he fought to breathe, to calm himself. Clutching his pillow, he buried his face in the cool, white fabric.
He wasn’t sure what he hated more, the dream or the fact that he always woke up alone, sure that Chessur had been there while he slept.
Cherry Tale 10/18
MTP fanfic.
Chessur/Thackery - Mally/Absolem (main ship… but really it should be Mally/everyone else in the band… sorry not sorry…)
Previous chapters can be found here (Scroll all the way down):
http://elrohare.tumblr.com/stories
A heavy knocking at the door to the hotel room brought Chessur out of a deep sleep. He glanced over at Thackery curled up next to him and saw that the bunny hadn’t moved. He pressed a kiss to the back of his lover’s neck, causing Thackery to murmur softly in his sleep. Glancing at the clock, Chessur realized that it was just after two in the morning. The knock came again. He leapt out of bed and went quickly to the door, yanking it open with a snarl.
“What the hell do you want?”
Mallymkun stood in the doorway. The brooding look on his face transformed instantly to a grin. “You’re naked.”
“You’re going to wake up Thackery,” Chessur hissed. “Go away.”
“It was you I wanted to talk to,” Mally said, looking him up and down.
“Come back in the morning.” Let him look. The mouse had seen him naked before.
“It’s urgent, Chessur.”
“Are you drunk?”
“No…”
Chessur took a deep breath and was frankly surprised that he couldn’t detect the smell of alcohol on the Dormouse. He stood there for a long moment glaring at him, but Mally kept his head up, his blue gaze steady. The cat let out a soft growl. All he wanted to do was crawl back into bed with Thackery and go back to sleep. Somehow, however, he knew that Thackery would want him to talk to the irritating rodent.
“Let me get dressed.”
“Thank you.”
Nodding, he closed the door in Mallymkun’s face. Chessur took his time locating his clothing. Last night’s things wouldn’t do, and even though he would have liked a shower before slipping into clean clothes he also wanted to get back to bed as soon as possible. Boxers, the comfortable black slacks he favored, a plain t-shirt, a light pullover sweater. The sweater was blue and black striped and the label said Armani. He wasn’t sure where it had come from. Maybe Thackery had bought it for him.
Chessur slipped his loafers on to bare feet and opened the door again. The Dormouse was still here, leaning against the wall in the hallway. Mally smiled at him and Chessur’s hand curled into a fist. No, no punching him. Not when he had taken all this trouble to put clothes on. He closed the door as quietly as he could and gestured down the hall.
“We’re not going to talk right here?” Mally sounded surprised.
“It’s late. I don’t want to wake anyone. Let’s go down to the lobby.”
“Okay.”
They headed quietly to the elevator. Chessur looked the guitarist over, trying to guess why he had come to him at this hour of the night. Mally was wearing a purple button-down shirt that fit him poorly. The cat was reasonably certain it belonged to Tarrant. His expression was determined, thoughtful. Different from how he usually appeared. His normal cocky, arrogant nature was nowhere to be found. Of course, he hadn’t opened his mouth yet.
Mally wandered once they reached the lobby. He weaved around a few of the comfortable chairs that spotted the area, then headed for a fireplace set in an alcove which was deserted though the fire still crackled merrily. Chessur wished he could curl up in front of it and go to sleep. He yawned widely and thought with longing about his warm bed and his warm hare.
Mally sat down in one of the chairs in front of the fire. He held up his hands, and if trying to warm his pale, slender fingers. Chessur settled heavily into the chair next to him, watching the Dormouse. He tilted his head. A long moment passed and Chess began to feel the urge to close his eyes weighing heavily on him.
“Mallymkun,” he said wearily. “Say whatever it is you need to say before I doze off.”
“I’m sorry.”
Chessur waited, but Mally didn’t say anything else, or look at him. He sighed. “Sorry for what?”
“For… everything I’ve done to make you despise me.”
“I don’t despise you,” said Chessur.
“You do. I know you do. I see it in your face every time you look at me. And, I’m very, very sorry because I’m in love with you.”
“What?” Chessur said, arching his eyebrows. No, no this was not something he wanted to hear.
Mally turned his head slowly and looked at him, a regrettably earnest look in his large blue eyes. His lips were twisted in an ironic, sad smile. “I think I’ve always been in love with you.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Oh, I know.” Mally tilted his head. “Yet there it is.”
“Mallymkun—“
“I’m not asking you to do anything about it. I know that you’re with Thackery. That you love him…and…and he loves you back.”
“Then why are you telling me this?” Chessur sighed.
“Because it feels honest.”
“And honesty has suddenly become a priority to you?”
“Actually… yes.” Mally paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. “I know Thackery wants to know what’s wrong. I know he wants to help.”
Chessur nodded. “He does. Maybe you ought to let him.”
“I can’t,” Mally said, sounding apologetic. “Listen… will you just listen?”
Chessur sighed. “Certainly.”
“I think you might be the only one who can help me.”
“What exactly do you want from me, Dormouse?” Chessur asked.
He tried not to glower at Mallymkun, but it was difficult. He didn’t want to be dragged into this. He didn’t want to feel sorry for the brash rodent. He didn’t want to like him. Yet for Thackery’s sake, he would do what he could. It wasn’t in him to ignore a cry for help, even though he didn’t completely trust Mally.
“I need to talk.”
“You seem to be doing just that.”
“No, I—I have things to say. Things I need to tell someone. And you’re the only one I trust.”
“Then you’re a fool,” Chessur scoffed. “What makes you think you can trust me?”
“Because you had every opportunity to get rid of me, and you didn’t. I asked you to kill me, and you didn’t. Because you came out here with me when I asked you to.”
Chessur blinked. “Well, then. Maybe I’m the fool.”
Mally reached out and grabbed Chessur’s paw. The Dormouse squeezed the cat’s fingers, and Chessur found to his surprise that he had no urge to pull away. Mally held on for a heartbeat longer than Chess would have liked, then finally withdrew.
“I’ve done a lot of bad things.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Chessur said.
“I have,” Mally insisted. “But tonight… tonight I tried to fix it.”
“Have you finally made a date with Absolem, then?”
“No…” Mally said, looking into the fire. “I broke up with him.”
“You can’t break up with someone you’re not together with in the first place,” Chessur pointed out.’
“I also had to break up with Tarrant.”
Chessur arched an eyebrow. “And yet you’re wearing his shirt.”
“Am I? I’d forgotten.”
“Since when were you dating Tarrant, anyway?”
“I was just… fucking him.”
Somehow Chessur wasn’t surprised. “Alice won’t care to learn that.”
“She knows. I had to break up with her, too.”
“Mallymkun.”
“Please, Chessur. Don’t judge me.”
“You are making it difficult not to.”
“Let me explain.”
“Then, explain.”
The Dormouse took a deep breath. And for a while, Chessur sat quietly and listened.
drabble - A Little Chessally
I know I always call these things drabbles when they're more like shorts, but whatever, it's too late to stop now or go back and change everything. This isn't terribly long. Mildly smutty, biting, blood (just a few drops...)
I'm just glad I felt like writing anything at all. I have some ideas and projects planned, but have been insanely busy lately.
Enjoy...
Chessur crawled on top of Mallymkun, tearing at the Dormouse’s clothes. Mally was drunk and let out a cross between a squeak and a giggle before attempting to help the cat undress him. He tilted his head and smiled at Chess, wondering if this wasn’t simultaneously the best and worst idea he had ever had. After all, cats and mice were natural enemies. Chessur might look like a man as Mally did, but he had claws, and teeth. Everything about him was dangerous.
Dangerous and determined. When the clothing didn’t slide easily off, the claws emerged from his fingertips, the easier to shred Mally’s tank top. Mally gasped, afraid for one moment that they would puncture his flesh, but the fear passed as the moment did and he remained intact.
“I liked that shirt,” Mally half-whined, half-giggled.
“You’re going to like what I’m about to do to you even better,” Chessur said, his voice a confident purr.
The cat’s hand ran down Mally’s pale, bare chest. Chessur’s fingers were warm, heavy, possessive but blessedly claw free. He bent his head, the blue spiky hair tickling Mally’s chest as the cat’s rough tongue darted out to lick one of the Dormouse’s nipples. A bolt of pleasure went straight to Mally’s groin, despite how much he’d had to drink. He arched his back and moaned, putty in the cat’s hot hands.
His head was spinning. Again his brain tried to tell him to say no, but his lips had other ideas. They wandered to Chessur’s eyebrow, and the cat lifted his head and let out a soft hiss.
“No kissing, mousie,” he said softly.
“What? Why?”
“Because I said so, that’s why.” Chessur bent his head and his teeth grazed Mally’s ribs none too gently. A sharp stab of pain pieced Mally’s haze and he gasped.
“Not so hard…”
Chessur chuckled, then bit Mally even harder. “No?”
“Ow! Cheddar!”
“It’s Chessur.”
“You know what the feta I mean. Don’t!”
“Oh… but I want to…”
Chessur licked the wound he had made and let out a small mew of satisfaction. Mally squirmed, because it felt good. He was irritated, confused and turned on all at once. Not sure what to do, he reached out and began unbuttoning Chessur’s shirt. Maybe if he led the cat into the main event, the biting would stop.
Chessur let go for a moment and slid out of his shirt. It was a crisp white button down, and he folded it neatly and set it aside. Mally tilted his head, watching in amusement and comparing this behavior to the road his own shirt had taken. A hard little knot formed in his belly and he pressed his fingers against the spot where Chessur had bitten him. They came away bloody.
He looked down at his hand, then up into the cat’s eyes. Chessur grinned at him, the smile so big it seemed to float off of his sleek, handsome face. The Dormouse’s head spun. He wished he hadn’t had quite so much to drink because he couldn’t think straight at all.
Chessur took Mally’s hand in his own and lifted it to his mouth. His tongue darted out to lick the blood from Mally’s fingers. He swirled it around the tip of one, then sucked lightly. Mally groaned, tossing his head back. Why did it have to feel so good? The cat let go of his finger with a wet pop and chuckled softly.
“You like being licked,” Chessur purred. He rubbed the crotch of Mally’s jeans and instantly they felt far too tight.
“Much better than being bitten…” Mally said, his voice a breathless gasp.
“With me, you get a little of each,” Chessur said. He kept rubbing, starting to knead his fingers a bit. Mally hoped to feta the claws stayed sheathed.
“Sure,” Mally mumbled, “But can you… can you not…”
“Can I not what?” Chessur toyed with Mally’s zipper.
“I don’t want to bleed, Chess.”
“Mm,” Chessur said noncommittally. “And I thought you were fun.”
“I can be fun,” Mally muttered. “But I can also leave.”
Chessur’s fingers paused. Slowly he withdrew his hand. He nodded. “Yes,” he said, “You can leave, if you like.”
Mally sucked in a deep breath.
One heartbeat passed before he made his decision.
Mally slipped out of the bed and headed for the door.
Drabble: T Virus (Halloween Mad T Party)
Marchmouse.
Ship all the ships.
Softcore smut.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN.
Thackerycentric.
If you like it... let me know... please?
Thackery Earwicket was bored. Mally was asleep, and no matter how much Thackery jostled him, the Dormouse refused to wake up. Thack debated trying a small amount of intimate fondling, but he also knew that Mally was capable of waking up, making love to him, and going right back to sleep, and frankly Thackery wanted a playmate to go over to Disneyland with him.
He jumped up from the bed and threw the curtains open, staring out over the theme park below. The sun shone in, beckoning him, practically calling him. He turned back and looked at Mally, who hadn't moved. Glazed with light, Mally's white-gold hair glittered, his pale skin soft and inviting. The blanket was shoved down around his waist, and Thackery swallowed hard. Slinking back over to the bed, he sat on the edge and stroked his lover's chest, teasing one of Mally's nipples, playing with the small matching curls of chest hair. The Dormouse smiled in his sleep but did not awaken.
Thackery bent over and pressed his mouth to Mally's. The scent of strawberry hit him hard, and a tremor ran through the hare's body. He swiped his tongue over the Dormouse's lips, then nibbled gently. He felt Mally suck in a deep breath, but he still did not open his eyes. Thackery clenched his hand into a fist and sat back up. So tempting to pull the blanket away...
But he really wanted to go play in the park...
Thackery wanted to ride Splash Mountain, and listen to the pirate band, and eat a caramel apple. He wanted to see the three o'clock parade, and maybe see what had been done to the Haunted Mansion. He had heard whispers of a Halloween theme, though he wasn't quite sure what that meant. All he really understood about Halloween was that it had something to do with pumpkins and the band had had to learn some new songs.
That was fine. Thackery liked pumpkins. He also liked new songs.
Sighing loudly, he stood up from the bed and tried to calm himself. Mally was still asleep and now Thackery was stirred up. He went to the mirror and picked up his brush, grooming his hair over the tops of his ears so the Disney guests wouldn't suspect they might be real. Brushing his hair calmed him down, though the temptation to wake up Mally with sex still existed, even if he wouldn't get a park date out of it.
Thackery shook his head. He made sure he had his Cast Member ID and his room key and headed out the door.
Thackery knocked on the door to Alice and Tarrant's room. He bounced up and down on his toes as he waited for one of them to answer. It was still early in the morning, but the two of them rarely slept as late as Mally did. No answer came, so he knocked again.
"Alice?"
Knock, knock, knock.
"Tarrant?"
Knock, knock, knock.
"Alice?"
Abruptly the door was yanked open and Alice stood there, looking furious. She was wearing only Tarrant's red stage t-shirt, emblazoned with the phrase "We're All Mad Here." It hung halfway down her pale thighs. Thackery cringed as he saw anger stamped over her fair features, but when she saw that it was him she softened.
"Yes, Thackery?" she asked, trying to be gentle but still with an edge in her voice.
"I-- I-- I-- was just seeing... if you w-wanted... or... or Tarrant!"
"If Tarrant or I wanted what?"
"Disneyland."
"Thackery," said Alice, reaching up to pet one of his long teal bunny ears, "Try to make a sentence."
Thackery inclined towards her hand. He liked having his ears touched, and Alice never yanked. Mally knew how to scratch just right, but sometimes he pulled too hard. Tarrant was always rough, and Thackery only liked that during March. Absolem never touched him, and Chessur's claws were much too sharp.
"Will you come to Disneyland with me?" he blurted.
Alice put her hands on Thackery's face and kissed his nose. "Yes, Thack. But not today. Tarrant and I are exploring the mysteries of love."
"You're...what?" Thackery asked, but then Tarrant came up behind her wearing only his favorite green hat and a wide smile.
"Hello, friend," said Tarrant jovially. "Did you want to join us?"
Thackery looked at Alice. She winked at him and shrugged.
"Do you, Thack?" she said, her voice throaty. Thackery sucked in a breath.
Temptation nearly swayed him.
"N-- n-- no....um... I'll see you later," Thackery said after a long pause.
He turned and sprinted down the hall. He was out of breath by the time he reached Absolem's room, and he was pretty sure his face was a vibrant shade of crimson. Thackery knocked on the caterpillar's door, but no reply came. Going to Chessur was out of the question -- the cat had told him more than once he was unwilling to play, and besides, he scared the pishsalver out of Thackery. Nivens? No, the DJ was too intimidating. The Tweedles? Well. They were... Actually, Thackery had no idea where the Tweedles lived. He had only ever seen them at work.
Sighing deeply, Thackery resigned himself to going to the park alone.
The rides weren't as much fun by himself.
The caramel apple didn't taste quite as sweet.
The pirate band was too scary to watch on his own. He hid behind a lamp post so they wouldn't see him.
Thackery gave up. He turned to head back to the hotel but as he reached the back of Sleeping Beauty Castle he noticed there was a small attraction inside. Thackery had never been inside the castle before, so he wandered in. Stairs led up and he found himself passing through a fairytale. Within moments Thackery was entranced. It was beautiful and magical, and he soon found his natural good temper returning...
He was so caught up in his own thoughts as he exited the attraction that he walked straight into someone. Thackery reeled and it took him a moment to get his bearing and see who he had smacked into. The victim of his carelessness was a tall lady dressed in a long purple and black gown wearing some sort of horned hat. She was beautiful and imposing, and Thackery couldn't even stammer out an apology.
"Insolent fool!" she cried, and he threw his hands up in protest, cringing away from her.
"I-- I--"
"Oh, I know who you are, Thackery Earwicket," she said in a silky tone. "Never once have you invited ME to your tea party!"
"W-what?"
"Do you know what day it is?" she hissed.
"Um... uh... your... Unbirthday?" Thackery whispered.
"It is Friday the Thirteenth!" she roared. "And I have a gift for you!"
Thackery blinked. "A gift?"
"Yes," said the woman, stroking his cheek with one slender finger. Her nail was long and sharp and he realized that her skin had a greenish cast to it. "By the stroke of midnight, you and all of your band mates will be cursed...and then your tea party will belong to me!"
She burst into laughter, then disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke, leaving Thackery choking and gasping for breath in her wake.
Thackery turned and ran all the way back to the hotel. He burst into his room and flung himself into the bed, shaking the Dormouse awake.
"MALLYMKUN!"
"Holey Swiss, Thackery, what is it?" Mally gasped. He blinked, looking disoriented, his spiky blond hair in greater disarray than usual.
"I-- I-- I was...at Disneyland...and...and..."
"Bunny," said Mally, reaching for Thackery's ears. "Shh. Calm down..."
Thackery buried his face in Mally's chest. The Dormouse began gently stroking and fondling Thackery's ears, until all he could do was gasp for breath. He was completely unable to tell Mally about the odd woman and her threatening words.
Mally drew him down into the sheets. Thackery started to tremble. The Dormouse was naked, every glorious inch of him unclothed, eager and ready for the hare's touch. He tugged at Thackery's clothes, helping him escape their confines, urging him to take what was so freely offered.
Thackery felt uncommonly warm, and the air conditioned air of the hotel room felt glorious on his naked skin. He began to pant slightly. Mally lifted an eyebrow, but didn't comment. Thackery bent his head and bit lightly at Mally's neck, then licked over the bite with a soothing tongue. Mally groaned, and the sound sent a bolt of heat straight to Thackery's groin.
A sense of urgency filled him. He and Mally had been lovers for some time now, and it was usually easy and sweet between them. Right now, however, Thackery was nearly overwhelmed with his lust for the Dormouse. He began licking and biting his way down Mally's chest, pinching at his nipples, rolling them between his fingers and eliciting groans from his partner.
He slid down between Mally's legs and made love to that most intimate part of him with skilled lips and tongue. The Dormouse arched his back, thrusting up into the hare's mouth. Thackery cupped Mally's rear in his hands, keeping them on course. He was good at this and he knew it, even when he felt... odd...
This was not the time to bite. He let go of Mally and shoved away. He met the Dormouse's eyes and saw a bewildered look swirling in that sweet blue gaze. Everything about Mally looked delicious and vulnerable.
Thackery bent his head and bit Mally's thigh hard enough to draw blood.
"Ow! Thackery, what the feta--"
Thackery licked the bleeding flesh. Swallowed hard.
He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't.
And then he wanted more.
Mally was in danger.
Thackery jumped out of bed. Grabbed his clothes. He struggled into them even as the Dormouse demanded to know what he was doing. His stomach turned and he thought he might vomit. He was dizzy, sick. He was going to hurt Mally if he didn't leave.
He ran.
Again.
Headed for the stage, for the safety of his dressing room. He flung himself on the couch and curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth.
Time became a blur.
The next thing he knew, they were going onstage. Mally was talking to him, asking if he was all right. He shook his head. He couldn't answer. The flesh around his eyes was dark and sunken in...
...but so was Mally's...
"What did you do to your makeup?" Thackery whispered.
"Just decided not to wear any tonight," Mally said, shrugging. "I didn't quite feel... feel up to putting it on. What did you do to yours?"
"Are you sick?" Thackery asked. "I think I might be...coming down with... something."
Then he thought about the strange woman and the curse she had claimed to be casting over him...over the whole band...
Tarrant and Alice ran onstage, and Thackery had to play. There was no more time for thinking.
The set went fine. Playing the bass was easy for Thackery even when he felt... Well. He wasn't even sure what he was feeling or what was wrong with him.
As they left the stage he saw the Cheshire Cat seize Mally by the wrist. The Dormouse squeaked as the cat dragged him down the backstage hallway. Thackery shouted in protest as he ran after them, but he knew there was no stopping Chess when he wanted something. This wasn't the first time he had dragged Mally off somewhere for who knows what. Mally never talked about it afterwards, and Thackery couldn't really ask because of the things that he himself got up to during the month of March. They had decided early on in their relationship to turn a blind eye on what might be perceived by some as cheating.
Chessur dragged Mally into his dressing room and slammed the door. Thackery stumbled up to it, pressing a long, furry ear against it. He heard what amounted to an excessive amount of growling and squeaking, and a small amount of protesting from the Dormouse that was inevitably followed by a quiet moan.
Thackery's hand clenched into a fist.
"Thackery," said Alice from behind him, "Come and have some tea."
"What?"
"You don't look well," Alice said, taking his elbow and leading him down the hallway. "Tarrant says you need tea."
"Tarrant thinks tea fixes everything," said Thackery numbly.
"Sometimes it does," said Alice, stopping them halfway down the hall. "Sometimes you need something stronger."
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," Thackery muttered.
"That's not what I meant."
"Then-- then what, Alice?"
Alice wrapped her arms around the hare and kissed him. Thackery automatically drew her against him. His entire body began to tremble but she took hold of his ear and ran her thumb over it. He thrust his hips against her and she bit his lip hard.
A little too hard.
Thackery drew back, gasping, and saw a string of blood run between their mouths. Alice licked her lips and smiled.
"Sorry," she said, tilting her head. "Maybe we better have tea instead."
Second set of the night.
Thackery felt simultaneously worse and better. Mally looked even more pale, his cheeks sunken and his eyes dark and deep as a rabbit hole in winter. He was smiling however, and his smile was fierce and frightening.
Chessur looked even more frightening. Thackery stayed as far from the drum riser as he could. The cat also looked pale, and seemed to have a fair number of cobwebs covering his clothing like tinsel, and if he had crawled through a nest of spiders on the way to the stage. He must have brushed up against Alice because she had a few of the webs on her dress as well. Her eyes were nearly as dark as Mally's.
Third set. About to go onstage, standing at the bottom of the stairs.
Absolem had a scratch on his arm. Thackery doubted the guests could see it, because it nearly blended in with his tattoos. He might not have noticed himself if the smell of fresh blood had not been lingering around the Caterpillar, making Thackery's stomach churn. He was almost... almost starting to feel better, though he knew that he looked worse. Absolem's blood was thick and green, the wound crusting over already.
"What happened to you?"
"I interrupted Chessur while he was tormenting your Dormouse," Absolem said in an even tone. "He was not amused."
"Is Mally okay?" Thackery asked.
"Ask him, Thackery. He's standing behind you."
"The lot of you need to stop biting and scratching each other," snarled a manager. There was usually one nearby to make sure none of them got distracted on their way to the show. She looked supremely irritated, but Thackery didn't care.
Actually.
He didn't really give a tea about anything.
There was something wonderful about that. The sensation rolled through him in a wave. He had no worries, no cares, no obligations. He went up on stage and grabbed his bass because he wanted to. He wanted to play. He wanted to be here. He wanted the high that came with making music with his friends, lovers, and sometime enemies.
He turned and looked at Chessur and the cat grinned at him. Normally this frightened Thackery, but this time he grinned back. Chessur nodded in approval, Tarrant and Alice ran out on stage, and they owned the crowd.
So much screaming.
"I feel strange," Tarrant said into his microphone.
Thackery couldn't have agreed more. What was happening to their clothes? The slender cobwebs from the last set had become thick ropes of gauze. He looked down at his own tailcoat and found himself more ragged than he had been since the war.
Didn't matter.
"THIS IS HALLOWEEN!" Tarrant roared.
The words reverberated through Thackery. He played better than he ever had in his life. And Mally... Mally was on fire... Alice's voice was the wail of a siren. Chessur's drumming was thunder... Absolem wove all of them together, as if he was the spider that had adorned all of their costumes.
Backstage, between the third and fourth sets. Thackery elbowed Chessur aside to get to Mally. The cat smirked and Thackery snarled at him, snapping.
"Going to bite me, bunny?"
"If I have to."
"I dare you to try."
"Let it go tonight, Chessur," said Absolem, looming behind the cat. He put a hand on the feline drummer's shoulder and squeezed. Thackery thought he saw a bolt of lightning. Chessur opened his mouth and began panting slightly. He shook his head, his blue hair sticking nearly straight up. Thackery looked at Mally. The Dormouse's hair was spikier than usual as well.
"What's happening to us?" Mally asked.
"I don't know," cried Alice, pirouetting in the hallway, "But I feel absolutely frabjous!"
Thackery knew what was happening to them, but he wasn't sure he could explain... and just now... he didn't want to... He started pushing Mally down the hallway. Where was the nearest couch? They had twenty minutes before they had to go back on stage, that was plenty of time.
"How do you feel, Thackery?" Mally asked, laughing as he let the hare shove him along.
"March," Thackery muttered. "I feel March. Take your pants off."
"Why not?" Mally said, shrugging.
Ten seconds later, Thackery had him bent over the couch. Mally was often the more dominant partner in their relationship, but not tonight. As he caught a whiff of Chessur's distinctive smell lingering over the Dormouse's pale body, Thackery remembered that this wasn't even the first time tonight that Mally had been compromised.
The Dormouse didn't seem to mind.
Thackery looked up and saw Tarrant watching from the doorway. The Hatter was smiling, looking sinister and handsome.
Thackery had forgotten to close the door.
He didn't care. He kept going. It felt good. So good. Mally groaned beneath him and he lost himself.
Last set of the night.
Thackery caught a glimpse of himself in the backstage mirror before they headed out to the stage. His clothing was in complete tatters, overlaid with ribbons of glimmering cobwebs. His face was no longer hare or even human. A stranger stared back at him, but whoever this new Thackery was seemed like an improvement on his normally shy, stuttering self. He was bold and wicked and ready to conquer the world.
The rest of the band stood behind him, equally changed. Mally set a possessive hand on Thackery's shoulder.
"I feel different," Tarrant said again.
"You are different," said Alice. She took his hand.
"Does anyone happen to know how this came about?" Chessur growled, meeting Thackery's gaze in the mirror. Thackery laughed. Even to his own long ears, the laugh sounded sinister.
"We are dead," said Absolem, tilting his head.
"Oh, Absolem, stop!" said Alice. "We are certainly not dead. In fact, I've never felt better."
"He's right," said Tarrant, tilting his head. "And he's wrong."
"We are Un-dead," said Chessur.
"We-- are we zombies?" Mally squeaked.
"We are, I think," said Thackery.
"Get your zombie butts out to the stage," roared the manager. "And if you don't stop fucking in the dressing rooms you are ALL GOING TO BE FIRED."
"I am pretty sure you're not supposed to use that kind of language here," Alice said crisply as they all shambled out to perform.
Absolem nodded. "It is rather apt, however."
Time to play. Time to perform. They took the stage.
Halfway through, Thackery realized something about the time. Maybe Tarrant had murdered it again, or revived it, or... or something... because it was no longer tea time.
The six of them had gone far beyond tea.
The six of them had gone far beyond.
Why did it seem... so much better... than what had gone before?
Every time Thackery tried to think about it, he was seized with a wave of heady lust. Yet it was a different feeling than his continually simmering lust for the Dormouse...
"I feel powerful," he murmured to Absolem as he moved back near the keyboards.
"It's not your own feeling, Thackery," said Absolem. "However, I have it, too. We all do. And I think I know why."
"Why?"
Absolem nodded towards the sound booth, and Thackery saw her there.
The mysterious woman in purple with the horned hat was there, her skin seeming even greener, her smile smug and satisfied. Thackery wished he could regret bumping into her, but he knew then that he was no longer in control. It was her, changing them, driving them, manipulating them.
"We belong to Maleficent now," said Absolem.
"Yes," said Thackery, "And it is all my fault."
Drabble - Car Ride (A March Story)
MTP drabble. Inspired by a discussion that happened in Mary's car on the way to see Princess Mike. I thoroughly blame everyone in the car at the time for this. You know who you are.
Mostly Marchmouse. Hattice. Chessally. Rated R for cursing and discussion of sex. Aside from that, pretty fluffy.
Mally burst through the door into Alice and Tarrant’s hotel room startling both the Hatter and his lady who were sitting at the table playing a game of Exploding Snap. Judging from the number of broken tea cups on the table, Tarrant was winning – Mally’s exhausted brain made a side note of this even as he stared at them desperately.
“You have to help me!” he whined.
“Where is Thackery?” Alice demanded. “You know he’s not to be left alone during this month!”
Tarrant chuckled. “March getting the best of you, Mallymkun? I thought you said you could handle the most frabjous lovemaking of our addled companion.”
“I can,” Mally sighed, flopping down on their bed, “At least I thought I could, but Tarrant! I’m so tired, and he just never sleeps, and my ass hurts—“
“Mally!” said Alice, turning red. “Where is he?”
“I locked him in the—“
“Mallymkun…”
The March Hare’s voice was deeper than usual, tinged with desire, both frightening and erotic at once. Mally loved Thackery. He truly, truly did, but March was wearing on him. He had never thought he could get tired of sex. It was one of his favorite activities. Yet Thackery was just absolutely insatiable and Mally was really starting to miss sleeping, which was one of his other favorite activities. He was even starting to doze off onstage during their shows, which was about the only time Thackery stopped attacking him and attacked his bass guitar instead. Music seemed to soothe the savage Hare.
Oh good, there he is,” Mally muttered, waiting to see if Thackery would try to fuck him on Alice and Tarrant’s bed.
Thackery had somehow managed to put on jeans and a shirt, though he hadn’t buttoned it correctly, as if he could still remember that he wasn’t allowed to be in Alice’s room naked. He hadn’t put on any shoes or socks. His black hair stood up at all angles, the green and purple highlights as vibrant as his glowing green and purple eyes. His furry teal ears were pointed upwards, but the tips flopped over. Mally was slightly relieved by this. When the hare was sane, the ears flopped down around his cheeks. When they stood straight up, well, Mally had better be ready to be pounced on.
Alice let out a squeak worthy of a Dormouse and jumped to her feet. Unfortunately this drew Thackery’s attention and he swayed on his feet. He tilted his head, drew in a deep breath as if he had caught the scent of her. One of his ears twitched, heading for the upright position.
“Alice,” he whispered, taking a step in her direction. If Mally had been a better mouse he would have flung himself between them, but right now he felt like he could barely move. Luckily Tarrant rose and stepped into the fray.
“I know what will calm him down,” Tarrant said, moving in front of Alice.
“Anything,” Mally pleaded.
“We shall take him on a splendiferous car ride.”
“A what?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” said Alice. Thackery tilted his head and looked at her, his nose quivering. He tried to walk around Tarrant, who turned them both slowly, keeping her covered. “Then again…”
“It’s a frabjous idea!” Tarrant insisted. “The movement will calm him right down, and send him off to sleep.”
“Why do I doubt that?” Alice muttered.
“Sounds good to me,” said Mally. “Er, what’s a car?”
“They’re like the vehicles you see on Main Street, over at Disneyland,” Alice explained.
“With the horses?”
“No, the…um… horseless carriages.”
“Why don’t they just call them that?” Mally asked. “It makes way more sense.”
Thackery turned towards the Dormouse at the sound of his voice. The Hare smiled, and the expression was chilling. One ear popped straight up on his head, the other still twitching.
“Great, let’s do it,” Mally said hurriedly.
“We don’t have a car,” Alice said, shifting her eyes.
“Yes we do,” said Tarrant. “The managers gave you one for running errands, and I’m allowed to come with you as long as I don’t tell—“ The Hatter frowned. “Now who was I not supposed to tell?”
“I can guess,” Mally drawled.
“Chessur borrowed the car,” said Alice.
“And I’m here to return it,” said the cat, appearing out of thin air. He dangled a set of keys, then glanced at Thackery. “This should be interesting. I shall come with you.”
“Good,” said Mally. “I’ll be right here, asleep, when you get back. And please, take your time.”
“I’m afraid you will have to come with us, Mally,” said Tarrant. “Otherwise he may not settle down.”
Mally was so tired that he wanted to cry, but he sat up slowly. Arguing with Tarrant was always a huge waste of time and it was already nearly three in the morning. “Fine.”
“I better come too,” said Alice.
“Why?” asked Mally.
“I’m the only one with a driver’s license.”
“That’s fine,” said Tarrant, “But I’m going to drive.”
“No,” said Alice.
“Splendid!” said Chessur. He handed Tarrant the keys.
“Come along, Thackery,” Tarrant said in a wheedling tone. The March Hare looked confused, his nose twitching as he looked around at Alice and at Mally. “We are going out for a bit. All right?”
“Dormouse,” said Thackery.
Before Mally knew what hit him, the Hare had scooped him up and tossed Mally over his shoulder. Mally sighed as he dangled upside down, Thackery’s hand resting securely on his rear end. At least his ears had gone back to being half-flopped.
“Fucking frabjous,” Mally said.
To his surprise, Thackery chuckled. Tarrant and Chessur steered him out the door, Alice following apologetically behind. Mally had no illusions that it was an accident when Chessur steered Thackery so that the Dormouse smacked head first into the doorframe.
The hotel valet brought the car around, studiously ignoring the upside down Dormouse. Mally stared at the odd vehicle, which was nothing like the ones over in Disneyland, no matter what Alice said. The thought of sitting inside the thing while it moved was terrifying, though not quite as terrifying as the thought of not sleeping for the rest of the month. Thackery nearly dropped him in excitement at seeing the car. He bounced up and down, and Alice had to rescue Mally before he hit the pavement. Tarrant tucked the Hare into the passenger’s seat, his half-flopped ears just barely clearing the ceiling.
“Seatbelt,” Alice said primly as she climbed into the back behind the driver’s side.
“Excellent choice,” said Tarrant as he buckled Thackery into the car.
Mally startled as Chessur pressed close to him, running a hand up and down his bare arm as they stood outside the car. The cat grinned, his smile nearly floating off of his face. The wicked look in his eye was all too familiar.
“Chessur, no,” said Mally, “Just no. I’m already sore. You keep your pants on.”
“How do you know what I want?” the cat hissed softly, leaning to nip at Mally’s throat. “You never even give me a little taste. I’ll be gentle, unlike your bunny there.”
Mally flung himself into the car next to Alice. He slammed the door closed and for one second beamed triumphantly at Chessur through the window before the cat simply vanished himself and reappeared inside the car. Chessur was bigger than Mally and squashed him thoroughly into Alice. He slipped one hand onto Mally’s knee and squeezed.
“Ow,” Mally whimpered. “I have a bruise there.”
“Been spending a lot of time on them?” Chessur commented as Tarrant got in behind the wheel. He slid his hand up to Mally’s thigh and squeezed again. “Better?”
“Not. Really.”
“Chess, leave him alone,” Alice sighed as the Mad Hatter stomped on the gas pedal and the car shrieked out of the hotel driveway.
“I’m afraid it can’t be helped, Alice,” Chessur sighed dramatically, refusing to remove his hand from Mally’s thigh. He stuck his nose in Mally’s ear and sniffed loudly, then licked his cheek. “He just smells so delicious.”
“You’re probably smelling Thackery’s pheromones on him,” Tarrant said cheerfully as the car accelerated faster and faster.
“I know the difference between a Dormouse and a Hare, even one in season,” Chessur said, smirking. “Very, very well. Just like I know what I prefer the taste of.”
Mally tried to push away, but Alice reached across him and buckled his seatbelt, effectively trapping him in place. Chessur chuckled and slipped a hand up the front of Mally’s t-shirt, his heavy fingers hot on the Dormouse’s bare skin. He started purring loudly as he nuzzled Mally’s neck.
“Fuck,” Mally grumbled. “Chessur, you’re drooling on me! Alice! Do something.”
“It’s so cute when you purr,” Alice giggled, reaching across Mally to scratch the back of Chessur’s neck. “Who’s a good kitty?”
“Not. Him,” Mally grumbled.
He was too exhausted to be scared that the cat was going to claw or bite him. The hell with it. He tilted his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. The motion of the car actually was pretty soothing. Chessur’s hand rubbing his chest was soothing, in a creepy way. He was exhausted. He was going to pass right out.
“It’s awfully hot in here, Tarrant,” said Chessur. “Would you mind putting on the air conditioning?”
“You should open the window instead,” suggested Alice. “Thack might like the breeze…”
“How do I open the window?” Tarrant asked, swerving a bit.
“Slow down!” Alice shouted. “Push the button.”
Mally’s eyes shot open as a loud honk startled him.
“That’s the horn!” said Alice.
“Saxophone!” shouted Thackery, clapping his hands. This made Tarrant squeal and clap his hands as well, the car continuing to swerve all over the road.
“Good thing there’s no traffic at this hour,” Chessur chuckled, sitting up and letting go of Mally at last. The Dormouse drew in a sigh of relief.
Tarrant pushed another button and a jet of liquid shot over the windshield of the car, then was wiped away by hidden blades. Mally would have found it interesting at another time, but right now he was too tired.
“That’s the windshield wiper,” said Alice. “Try the button near the door.”
“I bet you a wheel of cheese that he opens the door lock and falls out,” Chessur said to Mally.
“A whole wheel?” Mally said.
Tarrant pressed another button, and a window opened, but it was not one of the ones on the sides of the car. Mally had not noticed the one in the roof before now and he looked up at it curiously as the wind rushed in.
“That’s the sun roof,” said Alice.
“That can’t be right,” said Tarrant, “It’s not sunny.”
“I thought it was called a moon roof,” said Chessur.
“It’s a ceiling window, obviously,” said Tarrant.
“Ceiling window!” Thackery yelled. “Ceiling window!”
“No, it—it’s…not…”
Alice trailed off as both of Thackery’s ears stood straight up on top of his head, poking out through the sun roof. They flapped in the breeze created by the speeding car, the teal fur ruffling as they flew along.
“Brilliant!” shouted Tarrant. “That should calm him down.”
The car squealed around a corner, flinging Alice into Mally and Mally into Chessur. Thackery shrieked with delight and Tarrant let out a whoop.
“Driving is fun!” the Hatter yelled.
“Please, Tarrant!” Alice cried, “Please, please slow down.”
“Alice, where’s your muchiness? Besides, I think the breeze is helping our poor, sensitized Hare!”
Mally glanced at Thackery’s ears and noticed just then that they had stopped flapping in the breeze, though they were still poking out of the roof. In fact, they looked very stiff. And that meant—
“Dormouse,” Thackery said, reaching for his seatbelt. Mally heard a warning click before the Hare turned around and attempted to climb into the back seat.
“Enough fun for me,” said Chessur. “We don’t want to get sticky, do we Alice? Come along.”
The Cheshire Cat reached across Mally and grabbed Alice’s hand, vanishing the two of them out of the car. Where they might end up, Mally couldn’t say, but he had no time to think of it as Thackery made it halfway over the seat and started tearing at the Dormouse’s clothing as well as his own.
“Best give in, Mallymkun. Besides, it’s fun making love in a car,” said Tarrant as the Hare’s jeans went flying out of the ceiling window. Thackery arched his back as he slithered over the seat and the Hatter chuckled. “Hm… maybe Chessur was right. It should be called a moon roof.”