"B..but I didn't even snore this time, and you p..p..promised that you'd let me out, please, sir, don't p..put me back in there!"

"No, no, down you go, mouse in a teapot is fitting, you know! ...stupid little rodent." The last bit was muttered but still loud enough for both Alice and the poor Doormouse to hear, leaving him blushing as he was pushed out of sight, his small paws once again locked in the tiny manacles, and the lid of the strange teapot locked tight atop him. Alice was certain he could still get air through the spout but not so certain the small warming device the teapot was set on was just for show; she was about to protest when a glare from the Hatter sent her cowering back in her chair.

"He likes it, the little scamp, don't let his protesting fool you. If we didn't beat him and stuff him back in his ca... err, teapot... he wouldn't know what to do with himself," murmured the slender form that was suddenly draped half over the chair arm, and half in her lap. She flinched again, but the March Hare only snuggled closer, smirking knowingly at her when she wrapped her arms over her chest protectively.

"There's no point in that, young lady. If I want 'em, I'll have 'em, and you'll thank me for it too. Now put your arms back down."

Biting her lip, Alice looked first at the Hatter, then back at the Hare, finally closing her eyes and letting her arms fall back to her sides, a blush easily matching that of the now-hidden Doormouse coloring her cheeks as the back of one furry paw ran over a nipple. Both her captors sniggered, the Hare cupping the other breast after a moment and tugging at the nipple until it hardened into a rosy peak.

"Good girl. See, if you just cooperate..." he tweaked the nipple once more, then dropped his paws to her hips, running the rough pads over her skin and down to her thighs, spreading them gently, "...it'll feel quite nice."

Seriously. I want this the hell out of my head, it's weirding me out.