(Author's Note: The Wizard of Oz is a fixture of western culture. A story of innocence, strength and hope, of good family values and perseverance against all odds. But it also makes for the basis of a damn good fantasy. Which is what this tale is all about. This is the story of a sweet young country girl -- of legal age, of course -- who gets swept up in an epic journey to . . . well . . . Read on, is all I can say)
Prologue: An Innocent but Naughty Kansas Country Girl
Dotti writhed and moaned upon her bed, one hand pressed deeply between her thighs as the other pinched and pulled at thick, swollen pink nipples. Even with the windows open, sweet and earthy aromas of spring wafting in on a gentle breeze, the feminine perfume emanating from her sex was palpable. Slender fingers glistened with the sweet, oily fluid that oozed from between plump pink lips. Dotti twitched with aftershocks as she lazily brought her hand to her face. Soft moans escaped her lush lips as she licked her own essence off her fingers.
Suddenly, her eyes flashed open in alarm. "Oh!" she exclaimed aloud, though she was alone in her bedroom. "I'm going to be late!"
She jumped up from bed, her firm round breasts jiggling, and reached for the blue and white checkered skirt hanging over the chair before her vanity. The white blouse was next, tied hastily beneath her breasts rather than tucked in, exposing her taut, trim belly. She pulled on the knee-length white stockings and polished black shoes, touched up her makeup and secured her long black hair in pig tails.
Dotti made a kissing motion with her soft pink lips as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Perfect," she said, then darted from her room.
"Mom! Dad! I'm going!" she called as she raced down the stairs in the family home. Her shoes clacked upon the wooden boards.
"Have fun, dear," her mother responded from the kitchen.
"Be careful, honey," her father said from his recliner, the day's paper held up before his nose.
Dotti rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind her and headed down the walk to her Mustang. They never change, she thought. Day in, day out, always the same boring stuff. Work, church, work, church. I don't wanna be like that. I want . . . adventure!
Grinning with anticipation, Dotti jumped behind the wheel of her classic 'Stang and jerked the key in the ignition. This is gonna be a fun party, she thought to herself.
***
Dotti soured as she drove back home the following morning. The party had been a disaster. As always, Tina Masters and her cheerleader friends had commanded all the attention in their tight mini-skirts and transparent tops, and every boy had lusted after them. Frustrated at playing second . . . third . . . fourth fiddle, Dotti had found companionship with a bottle of vodka and spent most of the party listening to Kerri Baines' lamentations on how selfish and stupid boys were.
I've had it with these stupid parties, she thought depressingly. Fifty people drinking, but only ten people actually hook up. Damn it! When am I ever gonna have some real fun?
Dotti became conscious of a needy ache between her lean thighs. She was many miles from home, from the cozy shelter of her bedroom, where she acted out unrealized fantasies with the help of toys. Although beyond the age of eighteen, Dotti had little experience in the realm of carnal relations . . . though she dreamed of it constantly.
I can't stand it, she thought, her hand wandering across the seat beside her to her purse. A little fumbling with the clasp, then searching within the small bag, and she found what she was looking for.
The girl smiled as she held up the polished silver ball. Stenciled in tiny script upon the surface were the words, "TOTO. Totally Orgasmic Tickling Orb."
With a grin, keeping her eyes on the dusty Kansas road that would take her home, Dotti spread her legs and fluttered up the short hem of her loose skirt. She was glad to have 'forgotten' her panties the night before, for that meant one less obstacle to her pleasure. Holding the orb in the palm of her hand, Dotti touched her pussy, finding the soft pink lips slick already.
Concentrating both upon driving and her own self-gratification, Dotti rubbed the smooth, cool sphere along her lips, then against her clitoris as it swelled. Biting her lip against a needy moan, she pushed the object against the entrance of her tunnel, feeling the muscles spread and suck it in. She sighed as her young pussy wrapped snuggly around the object, then gasped as it began vibrating.
Both hands slapped to the wheel. Her eyes became heady with pleasure as TOTO went to work. It throbbed, pulsed, shook and buzzed inside her, making Dotti's thighs twitch. Her nipples hardened incredibly; her face and neck became flushed with arousal. Beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip and in the revealed cleavage of her breasts.
"Oh," she moaned softly, directing the Mustang into town. "Mmm . . . ."
Suddenly, the sex toy buried in her pussy hit just the right spot, triggering a convulsive orgasm that had the girl shaking in her seat. She gasped and cried out in pleasure, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. Her entire body trembled almost violently as the spasms continued for many long, sweet moments.
At last, forgetting where she was, Dotti sagged in the driver's seat, smiling and blushing from her orgasm. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, bolting upright in her seat. She found herself staring at the back of a gleaming black Mercedes, which was obviously too close to her own car. So close, in fact, that the rear bumper of the late-model vehicle was crumpled against the front of Dotti's venerable Mustang, the trunk lid dented and popped open. Hanging from the lid was the personalized license plate of the car, which read: "Witch."
Oh, no, thought Dotti with dread, even as she saw the driver's-side door of the Mercedes pop open. With fearful eyes, the young raven-haired girl watched as a tall, imposing woman, clad in a stately pantsuit, stepped from the vehicle before her. The woman's long, pale hair was secured in a severe bun atop her head, revealing the harsh, angular face beneath.
Mrs. Gulp, thought Dotti nervously, swallowing thickly. Oh, no . . . of all the people to run into . . . .
An angry and patronizing look in her eyes, Mrs. Gulp glared through Dotti's windshield at the girl, waiting impatiently. Dotti quickly disengaged her seatbelt and pushed open the door, stepping out.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," the girl began. "Um . . . th-there was this little dog, a-and it ran across the road—"
"I didn't see any damn dog," spat Mrs. Gulp. Her eyes narrowed with disapproval as she looked the young woman over. "You're that Gale brat. Where are you going on a Sunday morning, dressed like a tramp? You should be in church!"
Dotti bristled slightly at Mrs. Gulp's words, but her fear was overriding. "I . . . I was just going home, to get dressed for church," she said, her wide blue eyes quivering. "I swear!"
At that moment, the shiny, slick silver orb that had been buried within Dotti's pussy promptly fell out, bouncing on the ground and rolling to a stop at Mrs. Gulp's feet. The matron glanced down, her lips curling with a sneer of distaste as she beheld the object. With a handkerchief, she stooped and picked up the device.
"I-I can explain," began Dotti.
Mrs. Gulp chuckled darkly. "Oh, I am certain you can," she said. She closed her fist around the TOTO and glared at the girl. "Masturbation is a sin," she declared. "And even more so with such a . . . disgusting device."
"Mrs. Gulp, please!" cried Dotti. "It was just an accident!"
"One you can explain to your parents," decried the older woman haughtily as she backed toward her open car door. "Naughty girls such as you should be punished!"
Oh, no! thought Dotti as Mrs. Gulp closed the door behind her and drove away, the trunk of her Mercedes bouncing open in her wake.
Desperately, Dotti clamored back inside her car and floored the accelerator, determined to get home before Mrs. Gulp beat her there.
***
She was too late, of course. Dotti felt her heart sink as she pulled up the Mustang along the curb before her house, seeing Mrs. Gulp's dented Mercedes in the driveway. The Deacon's wife was already inside, Dotti knew, and laying it on thick for her bible-thumping parents' benefit.
Head hanging low, Dotti stepped through the door, hearing Mrs. Gulp's shrill voice:
". . . the evils of youngsters know no bounds!" the woman was shrieking, grasping the cloth-wrapped silver ball in her hand as she faced Dotti's parents in the living room. "Self-gratification! Self-pleasure! Self-righteousness! Your daughter is on the path to wickedness, I tell you! Why, I don't doubt that she was indulging in the corruptions of Satan, namely marijuana, and alcohol!"
Dotti's parents caught sight of their daughter in the doorway as the girl meekly shuffled forward, head bowed in shame.
"Is this true?" asked Mother.
"I . . . Mom, I—"
"Of course it is true!" declared Mrs. Gulp, striding toward Dotti quickly. In a swift move that surprised all, the older woman gripped the hem of Dotti's skirt and jerked it up past her waist. Dotti gasped in humiliation as her naked sex was revealed.
"No panties! Do you need more proof?" cried Mrs. Gale. Her eyes blazed as she looked upon Dotti. "I will not abide the existence of harlots in this town!"
Dotti let out an anguished cry and darted away, running up the stairs to her room, face buried in her hands. She slammed the bedroom door shut behind her and leapt upon the bed, curling up in a ball. For hours, she wept uncontrollably.
***
Dotti did not have lunch, nor dinner with her parents that day. She remained in her bed and refused to answer the poundings of her father's fists upon the locked door to her room. Eventually, a strange sort of calm quietness fell upon the house. Dotti's parents gave up for the night in trying to lure her out for a Bible-thumping.
Finally, Dotti sat up in bed, wiped her eyes. There were no lights on within the house, and the open windows carried a strong breeze and the sharp aroma of ozone. Dotti had already made up her mind within the tortured dreams she had experienced during her fitful slumber. Not thinking about her actions, she grabbed a small suitcase from the closet and began packing.
A few minutes later, Dotti crawled out through her window, and onto the roof of the garage. She jumped to the ground with a grunt of effort and dashed to her car. There was almost no damage from her collision with Mrs. Gulp's car -- evidence of the strength of a classic such as hers -- and the engine rumbled contentedly to life.
I've got a hundred and thirteen bucks, Dotti thought as she backed the car out of the driveway. She was oblivious to the strong winds whipping around her car. Enough to get me through the next few days at Kerri's. I know I can stay there, at least for a while . . . until mom and dad calm down.
She threw the car into gear and pressed her foot to the accelerator. Tires skidded on damp roads for a moment before the old Mustang bore Dotti away.
Part One: The Yellow Prick Road, and All That Happens Upon It . . . .
The radio was filled with static, so Dotti popped a Pink Floyd CD into the undermounted player on her dash. She sang along to the music, enjoying the rich, electrical smell of the wind flying through her window. So distracted she was that she did not notice the dark, swirling column of air as it crossed the road just before her.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, feeling the car rattle and shake. Instead of rolling forward, the Mustang began skidding across cracked and battered pavement. Dotti's hands fought with the wheel, but control of the vehicle was beyond her.
"Oh! My! God!" she exclaimed in fearful wonderment, seeing the twisting funnel just outside her car. In the next moment, Dotti and her vehicle were lifted up high into the air, spinning round and round and drawn closer to the heart of the spinning vertical tunnel.
And then, about her, came shapes and figures she recognized. Mr. Rivers' ice cream stand, with waffle clones and sugary toppings flying about. Then Mr. Rivers himself, wild-eyed and fearful, flailing his arms and legs. A neighborhood dog, tiny and mangy, well-known for its annoying barking at all hours of the night. Then a dark Mercedes, doors flung open as it fell away . . . and the lanky form of Mrs. Gulp, spinning this way and that, her matronly dress ripped from her to reveal a body-hugging suit of dark black leather that both barely covered and accentuated her feminine assets.
Dotti stared, transfixed, as Mrs. Gulp righted herself, holding a long black device in her hand that resembled . . . oh, my, thought Dotti . . . it looks like . . . an enormous penis!
Mrs. Gulp cackled at the girl and shot off into the heart of the swirling twister, gripping the fake, massive black phallus which she held like a wand . . . .
"See you soon, my pretty!"
The shrill, grating voice of Mrs. Gulp was the last thing Dotti heard before the spinning of the car and the whirling winds battered her into unconsciousness.
***
"Ohh . . . ."
Dotti groaned as she came awake, forcing her tired eyes open. It took her a moment to recognize the interior of her car. However, the moment she did, she shot up, instantly awake. She remembered the twister, and all she had seen within it.
Oh, my gosh, I'm alive! I'm . . . .
Her thoughts trailed off as she looked out through cracked windows. There were tiny homes, none taller than she, with miniature doors that seemed more for dogs and cats than people. And all about were diminutive figures, perfectly proportioned to their height, looking upon Dotti and her ruined vehicle with wonder and interest.
Cautiously, Dotti pushed open the door and stepped out. She gasped as she saw the lower body of a woman, from the waist down, jutting out from beneath her car. The only garment upon the body was a pair of brilliant, ruby-colored panties that barely covered the woman's sex.
The short figures gathered around her as she emerged. There were dozens upon dozens of them, Dotti realized, as she looked about in befuddled wonder. They kept their distance, yet gave her no chance to run. Their round, youthful faces sported wide, inquisitive eyes and they whispered excitedly under their breath.
"Who are you?" she asked. "Where am I?"
A single figure stepped forth. He stood, near as Dotti could figure, about three and a half feet tall, and was well-built for his height. He had sharp, chiseled figures and short blonde hair. His gem-like eyes looked Dotti over.
"We are the Scrumpkins," he said in a childlike voice. Suddenly, he grinned and spread his arms wide. "And this is Scrumpingland. And you—" he stooped slightly and jabbed his finger toward Dotti. "—you killed the Dom of the East!"
"The what?" asked Dotti, befuddled.
The others -- none more tall than the one who had spoke, and apparently equally male and female -- began dancing and singing.
"The terrible Dom of the East
She was the bitchiest beast
Not the nicest in the least, not in the least, not in the least
She wouldn't let us feast
'less we satisfied her beast
And that was the terrible, terrible, terrible
Terrible Dom of the East!"
Dotti frowned, watching all the little figures before her as they cavorted about. Both little men and little women wore only simple tunics, belted about the waist, and as they jumped and moved and spun and dipped, it became obvious to Dotti that the 'Scrumpkins' wore nothing else. The girl blushed at the casual way in which the privates of these little people were revealed.
"But now the Dom is dead
smacked upside the head!
Oh yes, the Dom is dead
She was crushed inside her shed!
Oh, it took such a mighty hand
To crush the Dom in Scrumpingland
Now we should strike up the band
Three cheers for all in Scrumpingland!"
"I don't understand!" Dotti cried at last, bringing a halt to the dancing and singing. "What's going on?"
Wiggler approached her again, smiling confidently. "You are in Fuzz, and this is Scrumpingland," he said again.
Dotti shook her head. "I get that," she said. "But how did I get here?"
The blonde Scrumpkin grinned and gestured to Dotti's Mustang, laying in the midst of what seemed to be some sort of market square. The tires were all blown out. "You fell from the sky," he said. "And right on top of the Dom of the East."
"The Dom of the East," mused Dotti with worry evident on her face. "I didn't mean to!"
Wiggler shuddered. "Terrible woman," he said. "Her wants were . . . insatiable, and . . . perverse."
"'Insatiable?'" queried Dotti. "'Perverse?'"
"Yes," said the Scrumpkin, taking Dotti's hand and leading the stupefied girl toward a small garden. The numerous other Scrumpkins followed, many grinning and glowing with excitement.
"The Dom of the East came to us, many years ago. We welcomed her, at first. She had so many answers for us, and gave us what we needed."
Dotti worried slightly, more perturbed and confused than anything else, as she was eased onto her back upon a soft mat of green. A crowd of barely-clad little people moved close. Many fluttered their hands beneath their tunics, just below the belt.
"Wh-what did she give you?" Dotti asked.
Wiggler smiled, pushing up Dotti's skirt, revealing her nakedness beneath. "She gave us -- oh!"
Dotti sat up in alarm, reading the expression on the blonde Scrumpkin's face. "What's wrong?"
His wide eyes shot to hers. "You don't have any fuzz," he said. His eyes narrowed. "Are you old enough?"
Dotti scoffed in insult. "I'm eighteen!" she declared. She slapped down her skirt, her eyes darting around wildly as she spoke. "So I don't have any fuzz! I never have! I'm not ashamed of it!"
The other Scrumpkins crowded about, all looking between Dotti's legs at the hairless mound and lips revealed there. Murmurs spread amongst them.
"It's okay," assured Wiggler, keeping Dotti's thighs apart and moving between them. "The Wizard can help you with that."
Dotti shook her head in consternation. "The Wizard?"
Wiggler grinned as he lowered his head, bringing his face close to her hairless pussy. "Yes. The Wizard of Fuzz."
"Oh . . . ." Dotti trailed off as she watched the blonde-haired Scrumpkin open his mouth and slip out his tongue. Just as it was about to touch her swollen pink labia, Dotti pushed the little man's head away.
"What are you doing?"
Wiggler fought back a groan of frustration and smiled. "Getting you ready to scrump," he said.
"'Scrump?'"
Wiggler sighed heavily and sat up. He curled the index finger of his left hand into the thumb, forming a hole, then pushed the index finger of his other hand back and forth through the hole. "Scrump," he said. "Got it?"
Dotti's eyes opened wide in understanding. "Oh!"
Wiggler grinned, and slowly lowered his head between Dotti's spread legs once more. "Yes," he said. "'Oh.' You'll be saying that a lot, I think."
"W-will I . . .?" Dotti murmured, then sighed and lay back, moaning in passion as Wiggler pressed his mouth to her pussy. With supreme enjoyment, he licked, sucked, and pulled, nibbled upon the lips and folds of the girl's sex, smacking his lips, licking with gusto. His fingers spread her open, allowing his surprisingly long tongue to delve deep within the girl.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, yes!" cried Dotti, shaking and convulsing as her orgasm roared through her. Her hands slapped about as her body writhed. Peripherally, she barely noticed that she was surrounded by the other little people of the village, men and women alike. Lost to the throes of passion, she nevertheless grinned once her hands were settled upon stiff cocks. At the same time, she groaned appreciatively at the feel of small feminine hands upon her body, removing her blouse and skirt.
Dotti tilted her head, looking up to a smiling Scrumpkin face as he straddled her chest. She grinned in response and slipped her mouth around the narrow shaft of his stiff cock. Automatically, she began sucking, hard and sure, as hands settled to the back of her head. She bobbed enthusiastically, enjoying the taste and feel of the pulsing penis between her pouting lips.
"It's scrumping time!" called Wiggler, moving up between Dotti's legs. With a grateful sigh, he pushed his cock inside the girl, all the way to the hilt on the first plunge. Dotti ground back against him eagerly, thrilling to the sensation of a stiff penis -- however small -- sliding inside her. She felt her ankles clutched in Scrumpkin hands, holding her legs wide as Wiggler pumped away.
The cock in her mouth soon spent its surprisingly sweet fluid all over her tongue, just as Wiggler groaned in orgasm and gushed within her womb. Dotti swallowed and panted, smiling upon another Scrumpkin, this one female, as she straddled her face. Wiggler withdrew from her pussy, and another cock eased inside.
"Oh, my!" moaned Dotti as she latched her mouth to the softly-furred pussy above her face. At the same time, she felt her hands becoming slick as the cocks she stroked spurted their thick fluid.
All around the girl, the citizens of Scrumpingland eagerly awaited their turn . . . .
***
"Wuff!"
Dotti sat up in the midst of a pile of Scrumpkin bodies, wiping her mouth and breasts. Her belly was full, of that she was aware. How much she had drunk from the fountains of the Scrumpkins, she was not sure, but she was sure that the bitter, salty-sweet flavor would not leave her senses any time soon. Her skirt remained crumpled about her waist, her young pussy swollen and oozing from all the attention it had enjoyed. The sweet smell of sex was heavy in the air. All about her, the little people of Scrumpingland appeared to be sated in their slumber; every face she saw was smiling.
"Are you all right, milady?" asked a familiar voice.
Dotti touched the base of her throat as she belched softly. She smacked her lips, once more tasting the bittersweet juice that had been spent over and over in her mouth. "I . . . think so," she said hesitantly. She smiled. "I'm happy."
Wiggler grinned. "As are we all," he said, then jumped to his feet, uncaring in his nudity. He clapped his hands loudly. "Scrumpkins, awake! All hail Dotti, the Dom of the East!"
The girl's eyes bulged. "What? Me?"
Quickly, before Dotti could react, the little people of Scrumplingland got to their feet and hoisted her naked body upon their shoulders. They carried her about the central square, around the ruined remains of her car, finally setting her feet upon the ground amid cheers.
"Wait!" exclaimed Dotti, smacking one arm across her breasts, the hand of the other upon her hairless pubic mound. "I don't understand!"
Wiggler appeared before her once more, grinning once more. "You killed the Dom of the East," he said. "You took her place, and satisfied us all. That makes you the new Dom."
Dotti gaped in astonishment. Her eyes swept across the hundred or so little people before her. "I did all of you?"
Wiggler smiled with a wistful sigh. "And some of us twice," he said. He shook his head, then raised his voice: "Hail Dotti!"
All the other Scrumpkins took up the cry with excited cheers. "HAIL DOTTI!"
But just as their voices filled the air, shouts of elation turned to 'ooos' of awe as a shimmering bubble floated down through the sky. Within the bubble was a woman, tall and stately, with long crimson hair and a sweet smile upon her round face. She wore a tight, white, one-piece suit slit from her neck to her waist, nearly exposing her enormous breasts. In her hands she held a slender wand, the tip of it capped with a tiny blue phallus.
All around Dotti, the Scrumpkins suddenly prostrated themselves, lowering to their knees and touching their hands to the ground. Bewildered, Dotti began to do the same.
"No, silly girl, you don't have to bow before me," the red-haired woman said as her bubble landed and popped. She was surrounded by a gentle, glittery haze that softened her features.
"Are . . . are you the queen of Scrumpingland?" asked Dotti, both impressed and intimidated by the appearance of this woman.
She laughed, a tittering, musical sound. "Oh, no, young lady. I am Deanna, the Good Dom of the North." She looked about and gestured with her penis-tipped wand. "Oh, do stand up, all you good little people!"
The Scrumpkins got to their feet, smiling to themselves. Deanna returned her attention to the naked girl before her. "Now, who are you?"
"My name's Dotti, ma'am," the girl said with a curtsy. She did not know why she did it; it just seemed the appropriate gesture. "Miss Deanna, maybe you could tell me what's going on?"
Deanna cocked her head, an amused look on her face. "Well, what is going on is that you seem to have killed the Dom of the East. That means you take her place."
Dotti blanched. "But I don't know anything about being a dom!" she exclaimed.
"Tsk," Deanna clucked her tongue dismissively. "Nothing to it. 'Tis not as difficult as some my think, but we can worry about that later. For now, however . . . ." she gestured again.
Dotti watched as a pair of scantily-clad little women went to the crushed body beneath the Mustang. They peeled off the sparkling, scarlet-colored panties and brought them to Dotti. Immediately, Dotti extended her hand in protest.
"Oh, no," she said, backing up. "N-no, that's gross."
"But you are the Dom of the East, now."
Dotti looked about, seeing expectation in all the faces of those around her. Faces that she could recognize, if she made the effort to separate them from the orgiastic memories in her mind. She really did not know these people, yet, in a way, she did. They whispered in awe and reverence amongst themselves, anticipating what Dotti would do.
"Go ahead, dear," Deanna encouraged her. "They have magical powers."
"What sort of magical powers?" Dotti asked skeptically.
Deanna winked. "Well, for one thing, they will always keep you fresh and clean."
Finally, Dotti took a breath, held out her hand. "Fine. Give them to me."
Quickly, the silky crimson garment was placed in Dotti's palm. Gingerly, she lifted it to her face, sniffing experimentally. She was surprised to inhale a sharp, sweet aroma, not unpleasant at all. I guess it's not so bad, she thought. Dotti smiled, then slowly stepped into the skimpy panties and slid them up her thighs. The Scrumpkins applauded loudly. Dotti, naked except for the ruby panties, held her arms wide and grinned at the reception.
Deanna beamed, applauding politely. "They look lovely upon you."
"So what is it that they do?" Dotti asked.
"Why, whatever you want them to."
Dotti's eyes widened. "So, if I—"
"PRETENDER!"
The anguished cry filled the air before an explosion of fire and smoke appeared upon the ground several paces before Dotti. From the heart of that stench-filled inferno stepped a tall, leather-clad woman with pale skin and snow-colored hair. She stopped a few paces from Dotti and glared, pointing with a formidable-looking black phallus.
"I am the Dom of the West! And you are not fit to take my sister's place," she hissed, then spun about to address the Scrumpkins, her hands drawn back and fingers curled into talons. "She is nothing! A pretender! Ask her if she has the Power!"
"She does not need the Power," insisted Deanna, haughtily facing the Western Dom.
The Dom glared. "You stay out of this, you tittering bitch," she hissed at Deanna.
"Sh-she wears the ruby panties!" exclaimed Wiggler, mustering his courage in the face of the evil Dom.
"I didn't ask for the opinion of pansies!" The Dom of the West whirled to face Dotti, who trembled in her near-nakedness. "They are mine," she hissed, and advanced upon the girl. "Mine!"
Dotti gasped, falling back, legs falling apart as she landed upon her back. The leather-clad Dom -- she looked so much like Mrs. Gulp, Dotti realized -- loomed over her and slapped her hands to Dotti's hips. Yet, as she touched the ruby panties, they crackled with electricity. The Dom jerked back in pain, curling her fingers into fists.
"Take them off!" cried the Dom.
Dotti caught her breath, recognizing in an instant that this fearful woman had no power over her, so long as she wore the ruby panties. Dotti grinned. "Take them off, yourself," she said, her high-set, naked breasts heaving. "Or can't you do it?"
Deanna giggled brightly. "See? She has no need of the Power."
The Dom of the West gave an anguished cry and jumped to her feet. "I'll have your panties," she snarled. "I already have your TOTO!" She whirled about, glaring at Deanna and all the Scrumpkins. "I'll have you all!"
A burst of fire and brimstone exploded about the Dom, engulfing her. It dissipated quickly, leaving no trace of the fearful woman. Scrumpkins closest to the offensive conflagration waved their hands before their noses.
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Dotti, scrambling to her feet. "What am I to do?"
Deanna appeared before her, a somber look upon her face. "You must meet with the Wizard," she said.
Dotti frowned slightly. "The Wizard of Fuzz?"
"Yes," she acknowledged. "He will tell you what to do."
"But why?"
Deanna smiled again. "Because," she said.
Dotti's brow furrowed. "Because?"
"Because," said Wiggler. Other Scrumpkins responded as well, in sing-song voices: "Because, because, because, because, because . . . ."
"Because of the wonderful things he does," finished Deanna with a batting of her lashes.
Dotti looked around dubiously. "Um . . . well, how do I find him?"
Wiggler smiled. "You must follow the road."
"Road? What road?"
Wiggler reached up and took the girl's hand. As she stepped down, Dotti found her feet planted upon a spiraling path of golden bricks, each shaped to resemble a phallus. As she looked, she found that the road made of these bricks eventually made their way out of the village and into the countryside. The Scrumpkins had gathered about her, and handed Dotti her skirt and blouse.
"The Yellow Prick Road," urged Wiggler.
Dotti considered the path before her, and the unknown into which it lead. She wrapped her skirt about her waist and pulled on the blouse, tying it beneath her breasts once more. "The Yellow Prick Road," she mused, taking a step.
Wiggler grinned more broadly. "The Yellow Prick Road," he echoed. A chorus of Scrumpkin voices began singing once more.
"Follow the Yellow Prick Road,
Follow the Yellow Prick Road
Follow, follow, follow, follow
Follow the Yellow Prick Road!"
"Do you understand?" asked Wiggler above the chorus.
Dotti shook her head. "I'm not sure . . . ."
"But, how else are you going to get your fuzz?" asked Deanna from behind Dotti.
The voices rose again:
"You're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Fuzz
You'll find he has the buzz on the fuzz, the greatest buzz there ever was
If ever there was a wiz of the fuzz, the Wizard of Fuzz is one because
Because, because, because, because, because
Because of the wonderful things he does!
You're off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Fuzz!"
Dotti paused at edge of the village, looking toward the ominous trees that hung over the path ahead. "I have to see the Wizard, if I want to get home," she said with a sudden intuition.
Deanna smiled and nodded. "Yes," she said. Her voice and face grew dark. "But it will not be an easy journey. You will need companions. Don't look for them, just find them."
Dotti nodded with determination. "I just have to follow the Yellow Prick Road."
"It will take you where you need to go . . . ." were the Good Dom's last words.
***
The sun was pleasant, the air warm but not hot. All about her, Dotti found everything vivid with color. The fields were full of daisies, dandylions, and bluebonnets. Brightly-colored butterflies flocked in droves to either side of the Yellow Prick Road, occasionally crossing her path. One of them paused in its flight, a tiny face looking to Dotti with a smile. Dotti smiled back in wonder.
"What is this place?" she mused aloud.
"If you don't know, then you must be lost."
Dotti gasped at the sound of the voice, turned to look. Upon a wooden frame in the field to her left was a man, clad in ragged clothes, straw sticking from his sleeves and the legs of his shabby trousers. A broad-brimmed straw hat sat upon his head, above a round, tired face. Upon his shoulders, arms and head were perched several black crows.
Gingerly, Dotti waded through the field of flowers toward the scarecrow. "Did you say something?" she asked.
The round face tilted down to her and smiled, making Dotti gasp again. "I most certainly did. I said, 'If you don't know, then you must be lost.'"
Dotti blinked. "I didn't think a scarecrow could talk."
"How did you know my name?"
"Your name?"
"Yes. Scarecrow is my name," the straw man said. "How did you know it?"
Dotti shrugged. "That's what you are," she said simply.
"Well, of course that's what I am," Scarecrow said, rolling his eyes. He sighed, looking to the birds that sat perched upon him. "Not that I'm a very good scarecrow. I'm afraid I've lost my passion."
Dotti gave a sympathetic look. "How can you get it back?"
Scarecrow shrugged. "I don't know. I've been without passion for so long, I can't even remember what it's like to have any."
Dotti thought a moment, nibbling her finger. "Well, I'm off to see the Wizard," she said. "He's going to help me. Maybe he can help you!"
Scarecrow's eyebrows fluttered with hope. "Do you really think so?"
Dotti grinned and giggled. "Why not? He is a wizard, after all. If he can give me fuzz and let me go home, then he can certainly help you with your passion."
The scarecrow smiled. "Oh, that would be nice," he said. His smile vanished abruptly. "I think."
"Of course it would," declared Dotti. "Now, why don't you come down from there?"
Scarecrow shrugged and moved his arms. The crows perched upon him cawed and took flight in annoyance. Clumsily, the straw man wobbled on unsteady feet. "Oh, I'm not so sure of this," he lamented.
"Come on, I'll help you," Dotti said, holding out her hands. She could not help but notice that her face was level with the scarecrow's crotch; beneath the layers of fabric and straw, the outline of a bulge was plainly visible.
"Uh-oh," Scarecrow said warningly, teetering on his perch. "Here I come!"
Dotti tried to catch the man as he fell, but was only knocked back upon the field of daisies, her skirt flying up about her waist. The scarecrow tumbled to the ground in a heap, arms and legs twisted this way and that. His head smacked to the ground between Dotti's spread legs, his face looking up between them.
"Oh, those are nice," he said, looking upon Dotti's ruby panties.
Dotti sat up, brushing yellow petals from her hair. She touched her panties. "Do you like them? I just got them."
Scarecrow blinked. "They're very nice," he said again. "Um . . . could you help me up?"
"Of course," Dotti said, rolling to her feet. She stooped and helped Scarecrow get to his feet. He wobbled for a moment, looking unsure of his footing.
"You must have been up there for a long time," commented the girl.
Scarecrow nodded. "A very long time," he said. "Ever since I lost my passion."
Dotti held Scarecrow's hands and lead him from the field, to the Yellow Prick Road. The straw man stumbled a few times, his legs bowing out and shaking from misuse. Dotti did her best to support him.
"So, you don't feel any passion at all?" she asked.
Scarecrow rolled his shoulders with a heavy sigh. "No," he said. "Not a thing. I get no kicks from anything."
Dotti's brow furrowed. "Not even champagne?"
He shook his head. "Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all," he said. "I just don't know what I'll do."
"I find that hard to believe," Dotti said. "You have to feel something."
Scarecrow took a breath, let it out as his shoulders fell.
"I could stop and smell the flowers
Masturbate for hours
And appreciate some fashion
With the kinks that I'd be thinkin
I could give it to yer pink'un
If I only had some passion"
Dotti pouted her lips in sympathy. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "It must be terrible!"
Scarecrow pursed his lips in thought. "Hit me."
"What?" Dotti cried in alarm.
Scarecrow threw his arms out, little pieces of straw dancing in the air. "Hit me," he repeated. "Go on. It won't bother me in the slightest, trust me. I have no passion."
Dotti frowned, then smacked the straw man across the face amid a cloud of dirt and straw. She coughed and fanned the air between them. "Did you feel that?"
"Well, of course I felt it," Scarecrow said. "I felt your hand hit my face, but beyond that . . . nothing."
"Hmm," mused Dotti. She kicked him in the shins, making Scarecrow waver on his feet. "How about that?"
The straw man stumbled for several steps around Dotti, then shook his head. "Nothing."
Again, Dotti nibbled her finger. Her eyes fell to his crotch. "I have an idea," she said, and dropped to her knees before the man. She pulled on his trousers, popping the buttons of his fly. Brushing away straw, she found his long cock, and began stroking it. Her eyes looked up to Scarecrow's face. "Does this do anything for you?"
He shook his head. "Not a thing."
"Hmm," murmured the girl, regarding the penis in her hands. She lifted it, scrolling back the foreskin to reveal the purplish head. She slipped out her tongue and licked all around it, tasting the sweet, clear fluid that oozed out. "How about that?"
Scarecrow sighed. "No. Sorry. I just haven't any passion for anything."
"Well, I want to try something," Dotti insisted, then slid her mouth down the length of Scarecrow's cock, sucking tenderly. She felt it get harder and longer in her mouth, which encouraged her to suck faster and more passionately. Soon, she was gripping the straw man's hips and bobbing eagerly on his cock, making loud, wet slurping sounds. After a few minutes, she slipped her mouth from Scarecrow's dick and stroked it over her face, laving his balls with her tongue.
"You really are wasting your time," Scarecrow said, looking down at the girl. "I mean, I can feel what you're doing, but . . . I just can't feel it."
Dotti balked. "No pleasure?" she asked.
Scarecrow shook his head. "Nada. Zip. Zilch. Kein. Nothing at all."
Dotti huffed in frustration. "Okay, one last thing," she said, then sucked hard on the scarecrow's cock while masturbating the shaft. She tickled and fondled his balls, felt them contract after a few more moments. A thick gush of fluid erupted in her mouth, saturating her taste buds. Dotti kept sucking, squeezing the twitching shaft, rolling her tongue around the spurting head.
Throughout his orgasm, Scarecrow just watched as Dotti sucked every ounce of juice from him, a blank look on his face.
Finally, Dotti swallowed and eased back on her haunches. She patted Scarecrow's spent cock and smiled up at him, a thick dollop of milky cream on her lower lip. "How was that?"
Scarecrow beamed. "That was wonderful!" he exclaimed.
Dotti grinned and jumped to her feet. "Really?"
The grin on Scarecrow's face vanished. "No. Not really. Sorry."
Dotti pouted, folding her arms beneath her breasts. She sucked her lips, getting a final taste of the straw man's cream. "You don't feel anything? No . . . graciousness, no elation? You don't want to buy me dinner and give me flowers?"
Scarecrow shrugged. "Not really," he said. "Sorry. But, thanks, anyway. It's been a long time for me."
Dotti rolled her eyes. "No kidding. Your stuff was thick as pudding!"
"Did you like it?"
Dotti sighed and grabbed his hand. "Come on," she said. "We really need to get you to the Wizard."
Scarecrow stumbled along beside her. "Well, okay, if you think he can help . . . ."
***
Further along the path, Dotti and Scarecrow were getting to know each other.
". . . and then, he gave me this piece of paper, and suddenly, I was smart," Scarecrow was telling the girl. "He called it a 'diploma.' But it really didn't do anything for me. I mean, what good is an education when all I'm supposed to do is scare crows?"
"And is that when you lost your passion?" Dotti asked as the scenery around them went from fields of flowers to groves of trees.
"I think so," Scarecrow said, looking puzzled. "But it's been so long. I remember that I used to feel everything. I'd get angry when the crows pooped on my hat, and I'd be happy when I scared them away. But now . . . not even that blowjob was enjoyable."
Dotti ground her teeth, lips pouting. "And that was my best one," she said dejectedly.
"Oh, don't get me wrong, it was wonderful," Scarecrow said. "I just . . . didn't enjoy it."
"Then how do you know it was wonderful?"
Scarecrow huffed. "I just want to make you feel better about it," he said. "Look. Once we see the Wizard, you can do it again, and I promise I'll enjoy it."
She glared up at him, patting the straw man's crotch. "You'd better," she said. They strode further along.
"Oh, gosh!" Scarecrow exclaimed, pointing ahead. "Look at that!"
Dotti looked to where Scarecrow was pointing, seeing a strange man laying upon a small green field surrounded by the trees. He wore no clothing, not even shoes, and his skin had a dull grey sheen to it. Beside him, upon the short grass, was a golf club.
Dotti and Scarecrow stopped upon the Yellow Prick Road, looking at the naked man. "Do you think he's dead?" Dotti asked.
"Probably," said Scarecrow casually. "Who cares?"
Dotti scoffed and slapped the straw man's chest. "I care!" she declared. She stepped away from him and toward the tin-colored man upon the ground. She could not help but note the enormous size of his phallus; even flaccid, it seemed nearly as long as her forearm.
"Hello?" she called, moving cautiously closer. "Are you dead?"
"Ump-mm. Mm mmpopem," came a muffled reply.
Frowning in confusion, Dotti inched closer, until she was stooped over the man. "What was that?"
His lips barely moved. "I hed, I'm mmpopem."
Dotti shook her head. "I can't understand you," she said. "Is there something I can do?"
"Dotti, look," said Scarecrow, pointing again. The girl looked, seeing a bottle of lotion upon a tree trunk. She snatched it up and held it over the prone man's face. His eyes flickered, and he grunted.
"Will this help you?" Dotti asked.
"Uhn-hnh."
Dotti dropped to her knees and flipped open the cap on the bottle. She squeezed a large dollop of grey-white cream into her palm. Slapping her hands together, she smeared the lotion into her hands, then massaged it into the metallic man's face, neck, and upper shoulders. As her fingers kneaded his skin, the man sighed, smiling.
"Oh, thank you," he said. "Please, everywhere."
Dotti smiled back. "Okay," she said, and squeezed out more lotion into her hands. She rubbed it into the man's arms, chest, abdomen and legs. Slowly, the man began to move.
"There isn't any left," Dotti said, massaging the grey man's feet.
Abruptly, he sat up, a grateful look upon his face. "That's all right," he said happily. "It was en—" he stopped as he looked down between his legs. "Oh, no! You didn't rub my cock!"
Dotti sat back, emitting a small, offended gasp. "Well, I don't know you!"
The man shook his head. "It's not like that," he said. "That lotion makes me work. And if it doesn't go everywhere, than not everything will work!"
Dotti looked to the man's thick, heavy, yet flaccid cock. "You mean, that won't work?"
"Exactly!" cried the man. "Is there any left?"
Dotti shook the bottle upside down over her palm, a sad look on her face. "Not a drop."
He fell back upon the grass with a groan, staring up at the tree boughs above him. "After all this time," he muttered. "And I'm still impotent."
"I'm sorry!" exclaimed Dotti, crawling over the man. She peered down into his face. "You could have told me, you know."
He smiled sheepishly. "You're right," he said. "I'm sorry. What's your name?"
"Dotti."
He lifted a metal-colored hand. "Pleased to meet you, Dotti. Call me Tin Man."
She frowned even as she shook his hand. "'Tin Man?'"
He smiled. "Heard of me?"
"Well . . . no," Dotti said, sitting up. She glanced back to Scarecrow, who shrugged and held out his hands. She looked back to Tin Man as he pushed himself up on his hands.
"Eh, that's all right," he said. "That was a long time ago, when I was the greatest golfer in all of Fuzz. They called me Tin Man because I could hit a ball into that little tin cup from a thousand paces."
Dotti's mouth fell open in skeptical astonishment. "A thousand paces! Really!"
The Tin Man let out a heavy sigh. "Yes, but I'm still impotent. I don't think I'll be hitting anything any time soon."
"Why not?"
"Because I can't get it up. My club, my balls, nothing."
Dotti snorted under her breath and helped the Tin Man to his feet. "That's just ridiculous," she declared. She bent and took up the man's golf club. "Here. There's your club."
The Tin Man took the club, then looked down to the small field of green. "I don't have any balls," he said.
Dotti looked about, and found two old, dirty golf balls in the thick grass around a tree. She picked it up. "Look, I have your balls."
The Tin Man nodded his thanks, took the balls from Dotti's hand. He dropped one to the green and eyed the small hole in the ground a mere ten paces away. The Tin Man took a few practice swings as Dotti watched.
Beside the girl, Scarecrow leaned over. "What's he doing?"
"Putting," she said.
"Putting what? And where?"
Dotti rolled her eyes. "Not Putting," she said. "Putting. He's going to hit his balls with his club."
Scarecrow straightened. "Sounds painful," he said. "Not that I would know . . . ."
Before them, the Tin Man shuffled forward slightly on the green, lining up his club with the ball. Keeping his eye on the cup, he swung gently, tapping the ball. It rolled forward, seemingly toward the hole, then veered off and fell into the grass. The Tin Man sighed in defeat.
"Oh, don't give up!" cried Dotti. "You have two balls! Try the other one!"
The Tin Man glanced back, perturbed, then nodded and smiled upon seeing Dotti's encouraging face. He dropped the other ball to the green, took a few practice swings, then tapped the second ball. As before, it meandered away from the hole and disappeared into the grass at the edge.
"You see? I'm impotent! My club and balls are useless!"
Scarecrow leaned toward Dotti again, whispering in her ear. She listened, nodded, and stepped forward. "Mr. Tin Man?"
The golfer, shoulders slumped in defeat, gave the girl a weary look. "What?"
"Maybe you just need some help," she suggested. "You've been laying there for a long time, right?"
Tin Man let out a breath. "Yes, a very long time."
Dotti smiled. "So maybe it isn't you. Maybe you just need to learn how to use your club again. And maybe your balls are dirty, or lopsided."
Tin Man glowered. "I know how to use my club," he insisted. "And my balls work fine."
Dotti touched his cock. "What about this club?" she asked.
He huffed. "It's useless. It won't get hard.
If you could only wonder
To feel a thing down under
That's like a lump of lard
Were I only able
I could do you to the gables
If I only got it hard"
"Well, let's see," said Dotti, getting to her knees before Tin Man. She took his thick, impressive cock in her hands and began massaging it back and forth. She lifted the heavy, soft thing and looked to his tin-colored balls. They seemed enormous to Dotti, and felt heavy in the palm of her hand.
"That feels exquisite, Dotti," Tin Man said with a smile. But the smile faded. "However, it does not seem to be doing much."
Dotti smiled, then ducked her head and sucked his heavy sacs into her mouth. She rolled his balls around on her tongue, pressing her face against his groin. They tasted metallic, but not offensively so. Tin Man's heavy cock lay across her face, remaining limp. No matter how sensuously she tended to his distended sacs, the lump of flesh against her cheek never stirred.
Perturbed, Dotti pulled back, wiping her mouth. "You're not enjoying this?" she asked, eyeing the Tin Man's dangling penis. "What is it with you men?"
"Oh, I enjoy it," Tin Man said quickly. "It's just . . . um . . . not working."
Dotti sighed dejectedly. "Great. So I have a Scarecrow who can get it up but doesn't enjoy it, and a Tin Man who enjoys it but can't get it up. Is this a dream, or a nightmare?"
"Don't ask me," said Scarecrow. "I couldn't care less." He looked away sheepishly as Dotti gave him a sour look over her shoulder.
"Wait," said the Tin Man, lowering himself so he was face-to-face with Dotti. "Maybe I just need to work on my technique." He patted the soft green. "Here, why don't you lay down?"
"Do you think it will help?" the girl asked.
Tin Man smiled. "It may," he said.
Dotti grinned and rolled onto her back. She untied her blouse and let it fall open, exposing her firm breasts. "What do you need to do?" she asked.
Tin Man looked Dotti over with approval. "This," he said, and bent over, cupping Dotti's left breast in his cool, metallic hand. He began licking the stiff nipple and running his tongue all around it.
"Oh, that's nice," murmured Dotti, eyes closed in bliss.
Tin Man sucked the rubbery pink protuberance between his lips and nibbled upon it, making Dotti gasp in pleasure. "Yes, it is," he said softly. His other hand slid down the girl's body, pulling up her skirt. He pressed his fingers against her pussy through the sparkling ruby panties. Willingly, Dotti spread her legs wide and pushed her needy sex against his hand.
Tin Man kissed and licked his way down Dotti's body, toward her pussy. The girl propped herself up on her elbows, watching with a flushed smile as the metal-skinned man kissed around the edges of her scarlet undergarments. In the background, Scarecrow watched impassively.
"Pull them aside," whispered Dotti, running her hand over the Tin Man's hairless head. "I want you to lick me there."
Tin Man grinned and peeled the ruby panties away from Dotti's smooth, hairless pussy. "Mmm, no fuzz," he commented, then bent down and licked all around the girl's silky pubic mound. Her clit swelled and grew, slipping out from beneath the fleshy pink hood. Dotti twitched and gasped as the Tin Man swiped his tongue across the sensitive nub.
"Is this helping?" she asked him.
Tin Man settled between her thighs, smiling as he lapped at Dotti's dewy lips. "Don't worry about me," he said. "I'm enjoying this fresh field."
Dotti sighed passionately, closing her eyes as she savored the sensations. She did not object when Tin Man urged her to turn onto her stomach. Willingly, she arched her back and cooed as he pulled the ruby panties aside once more. Passionate moans escaped from her mouth as she felt her tin lover's tongue dragging wetly up and down from her clitoris to her anus. She squirmed each time his tongue lapped at her sphincter.
"Now, that's interesting," she heard the Scarecrow say as Tin Man wormed his tongue against her anus.
"Yes, it seems to be doing it for her, don't you think?" Tin Man asked.
"Indeed. Do it some more."
Dotti caught her breath, her fingers clawing the grass as the Tin Man pressed his face between her cheeks, lavishing her virgin asshole with attention. He licked and probed, pushing his tongue past the ring of muscle and into the heat beyond.
"Oh!" Dotti gasped, pushing back automatically. She propped herself upon all fours and eased back and forth, moaning as the slick stiff tongue of the Tin Man penetrated her again and again. Her pleasure was heightened by the presence of his fingers sliding past the slick folds of her pussy and into her tight tunnel.
"Mmm, yes, please," she mewed, her mouth hanging slack. She barely noticed as Scarecrow got on his knees before her face, but once she felt his stiff cock against her lips, she eagerly sucked it in.
Dotti's orgasm did not take long, and when she came, her entire body shuddered and shook, all but exploding with her release. She panted and cried around the stiff cock in her mouth, shoving her ass back against the Tin Man's face. Her juices dripped around the metal man's pumping fingers; she felt the insides of her thighs becoming slippery.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she muttered, then attacked Scarecrow's long cock once more, sucking voraciously. One of her hands reached back and found Tin Man's head, pressing it hard between her thighs. She trembled at the feel of his lashing tongue thrusting deeper and deeper in her ass.
Scarecrow held onto Dotti's head, pumping his hips toward her face, trying to feel something, anything at the erotic sight of his cock sinking nearly all the way between the girl's lips. But even as he unleashed another thick load down the girl's throat, Scarecrow did so without concern, or even the slightest flicker of emotion on his face. He did, however, marvel at the fact that Dotti accepted every drop of his sticky seed, gulping it down with relish.
"Do it to me," Dotti gasped, once Scarecrow's spent cock slipped, shiny and wet, from her mouth. A single milky line hung from the tip of her tongue, extending to the grass below. Scarecrow sat back against a tree, catching his breath, his wilted penis touching the grass beneath him. He watched as Dotti panted in passion, envying her.
"I'm not sure I—" began Tin Man, lifting his dripping chin from her buttocks.
"Just do it!" yelled Dotti, glaring over her shoulder.
Tin Man nodded and got on his knees behind the girl. He lifted his lifeless cock and pushed it against her pussy. Both he and Dotti sighed as it burrowed inside.
"Oh, yes . . ." Dotti sighed, smiling. Her smile dropped as she felt Tin Man's cock being pushed out.
"Um, sorry," he said, and rubbed the head of his cock against her juicy folds before stuffing it inside her. He pushed against Dotti's youthful frame, but as he eased back, his cock popped free, pushed out by the girl's muscles.
Dotti huffed. "Try it again," she said. She regarded Scarecrow's wilted dick before her. No, that's not gonna work, either . . . .
The Tin Man shoved once more inside the girl, and was again pushed out. "You're too tight," he muttered.
"Well, I've only had little Scrumpkin dicks in there," she explained. "Aren't I turning you on at all?"
"Of course you are! I want to do it, I just . . . can't."
Dotti sighed in resignation, propping her chin in her hand as she drummed her fingers on the grass. She felt the momentary fullness of Tin Man's cock inside her, then emptiness. Fullness, emptiness, fullness, emptiness.
"Maybe if I try . . ." Tin Man said at one point.
"Uh-huh." Dotti grunted slightly as Tin Man pushed inside her, then fell out.
"Oh, darn. Hold on, let me . . . ."
"Yeah. Sure."
"Just one more time . . . ."
Dotti rolled her eyes, frustrated and perturbed. "Never mind," she grumbled. She looked up to Scarecrow, who sat dispassionately before her. "He needs the Wizard, too."
Scarecrow nodded. "Yes, he does."
***
Dotti was in a playful mood. Despite -- or perhaps because of -- her frustration concerning the performance of the two strange men she now traveled with, Dotti regressed a little into her childhood, skipping along the Yellow Prick Road between Tin Man and Scarecrow, holding their hands and forcing them to keep up with her.
"It was my rival who put me in that little clearing," Tin Man was explaining. "He knew I needed that lotion to be able to move, to swing. But he switched it out, and by the time I realized what he had done, it was too late."
"That's terrible!" cried Dotti, stopping her skipping. "Why would he do such a thing?"
Tin Man shrugged. "He was jealous of my club, I think."
Dotti chuckled and slipped her hand from his, reaching down to fondle the Tin Man's tumescent penis. "Well, if it's this big when it's soft, then I must say that he has much to be jealous of.""
Even with his metallic skin, the blush on Tin Man's cheeks was visible. "That's not exactly the club I was talking about, but thank you just the same."
Dotti stopped on the road and pushed up on her toes to plant a kiss on the Tin Man's cheek. "You're welcome," she said. "And once the Wizard has cured you, I expect to get the full benefit of your swing."
He blushed again. "I promise, birdie," he said.
"Hold up," Scarecrow said, stopping a few paces ahead. He reached back and gripped Dotti's hand tightly. "There's something in those trees."
The three of them looked, peering into the shadows within the trees that framed either side of the road. "I don't see anything," Dotti said after a moment.
"I could have sworn I saw something," mused Scarecrow. He shivered nervously, shafts of straw falling to the ground. "I don't like this. We're not far from the Land of the Khalidas."
"What's that?" asked Dotti.
"Khalidas," Tin Man said with a shudder. "Half-cat, half-bear, half man."
Dotti frowned. "They have three halves?"
Tin Man gave her a look. "They're very strange."
"Look!" exclaimed Scarecrow. "There it is!"
"There what is?" cried Dotti, reflexively clutching Tin Man's arm.
At that moment, tree branches shook and the underbrush shuddered as a figure leapt onto the road, snarling and roaring. It had the naked body of a hairy man, a head with features like a lion, and its hands ended in nasty-looking claws. The figure's mane was long and bright blonde, as with all the hair upon its body.
"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Dotti, scampering behind Tin Man. "What is it?"
Before anyone could respond, the feral man roared once more. "Who are you, and why do you invade my forest?" asked the fearsome figure as it flexed its claws.
"This is a free road!" cried Tin Man in a loud, courageous voice. He held out his golf club like a weapon. "We can walk where we chose!"
"You tell him," said Scarecrow, even as he stepped back.
The lion-man snarled, took a step closer. "This is my territory!" he declared. "For twenty paces in all directions, this is mine!"
"Twenty paces?" asked Dotti, looking around the Tin Man's shoulder. "That doesn't sound very big."
The lion-man's lips curled in a low snarl. "Size isn't everything," he said.
"Well, no," agreed Dotti. "But it does make a difference."
"I don't care!" cried the lion-man. "You just stay away. Especially you!"
Dotti stabbed a finger at her chest. "Me?"
"Yes, her?" asked Scarecrow. "She hasn't done anything to you."
"She . . . she's a girl," said the lion-man, visibly less threatening now.
Tin Man frowned. "You're afraid of girls?" he asked. "Are you that cowardly?"
"I'm not cowardly!" roared the lion-man, then backed off sheepishly. "Well . . . maybe I'm a little intimidated, but I'm certainly not cowardly!"
"Intimidated by what? Women?" asked Dotti, stepping around before the Tin Man.
"Don't come any closer!" exclaimed the lion-headed man.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Dotti said sweetly, taking a few more steps. The nearer she came to the lion-man, the more his cock stiffened, angling up toward her. The head was broad and bright pink; to Dotti, it resembled an arrowhead.
"Just . . . stay back! I-I'm warning you!"
"Warning me of wh—" began Dotti. Suddenly, the lion-man's penis jerked and spurted, spraying ropy strands of semen that splattered onto Dotti's naked stomach, her skirt, and her thighs.
"Oh, no!" bemoaned the lion-man. He covered his face in shame. His cock was still erect, dripping thick fluid onto the golden bricks below.
"Well, he's a quick fellow, isn't he?" muttered Tin Man to Scarecrow.
Scarecrow nodded. "Mm-hmm," he agreed.
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Dotti, wiping her finger through the mess on her belly. "I didn't even touch you."
The lion-man lowered his clawed hands revealing an anguished face. "It'd be worse if you did," he said. "I can't even get it in without going off. That's why they kicked me out."
"Who kicked you out?"
"My clan brothers," lamented the lion-man. "They make fun of me all the time. 'Lightning Lionel.' 'Lionel the Loser.' 'Lionel Can't-get-laid-to-save-his-life.' 'Lionel—'"
Dotti raised her hands. "I get the idea," she said, then offered a sympathetic smile. "So that's all it is? You have an itchy trigger?"
Lionel rolled his eyes. "More like no trigger. Just a barrel and cylinders."
Dotti stepped closer and reached toward his groin. "So, if I—"
"No! Don't!" cried Lionel, then shuddered again, another salvo of fluid bursting from the tip of his cock, which just happened to be angling upward.
"Pfft!" Dotti sputtered, sending drops of semen flying from her lips, her face dripping with cloudy-colored cream. She licked her lips, brought up her hands to wipe away the sticky fluid that had splattered her eyes.
"That was a nice shot," commented Tin Man. "I couldn't have done better myself."
"Well, that goes without saying," muttered Scarecrow. He winced as Tin Man swatted him in the gut with his club. "Okay, I deserved that."
Dotti finished wiping her face with her sleeves. "Well, we're all on our way to see the Wizard of Fuzz," she told Lionel. "He's going to help us."
A hopeful look crossed Lionel's face. "Help you? How?"
"He's going to give me passion," declared Scarecrow.
"And I'll be able to get it up," added Tin Man.
Dotti smiled sweetly upon all three men, ending with Lionel. "And he's going to give me fuzz and let me go home, to Kansas."
Lionel gaze Dotti a quizzical look. "You don't have any fuzz?" he asked.
"Nope," said Dotti simply, and promptly hoisted up her skirt and pushed her panties down, revealing her hairless sex. "See?"
"Oh-h-h," groaned Lionel. But this time, Dotti was quick, and stooped over, locking her mouth around the tip of the lion-man's cock. She sucked out every drop of his thunderous load as the beastly man trembled. With a last swipe of her tongue across the pink head, she straightened, smacking her lips.
"There. Hopefully, that takes care of you for a while," she said.
Lionel chuckled in bliss, forcing his eyes to uncross. "Oh, what a day!" he declared, jumping on his feet. "Can I go with you to see the Wizard?"
"Of course you can!" exclaimed Dotti with a smile. She checked back with Tin Man and Scarecrow, who alternately nodded and shrugged.
"This is just great!" roared Lionel. "The wizard can help me, too!
I have to tell you, Dotti
Since you're such a hottie
You thrill my anima
If I could only hold it
I could surely stow it
You'd love my stamina"
Dotti grinned and offered her arm, simultaneously gesturing for Tin Man and Scarecrow to join her. "Then, let's go," she said. Infected by her exuberance, the four of them began skipping along the Yellow Prick Road.
"Oh, we're off to see the Wizard
The wonderful Wizard of Fuzz!"
***
Further along the road, the foursome slowed as the forest around them grew thicker and darker. The Yellow Prick Road seemed to bend and wind more sharply, allowing them to see no further than twenty paces ahead at most. The trees were more ominous, darker and twisted in the trunks and limbs. The gnarled bark seemed to hide the twisted shapes of faces within them. Hanging from the most of the trunks were large, round, red fruits, and more dangled from the distorted limbs.
"Gosh, what is this place?" asked Dotti, clutching onto the arms of Scarecrow and Tin Man.
"A place of foul taste," mused Scarecrow, scratching his chin. "If memory serves, this is the Pomegranate Forest."
"Pomegranate Forest?" asked Dotti, frowning. "Do they grow on trees?"
"I don't know," answered Tin Man. "But these do."
Dotti shivered. "I don't like this place."
"WELL, WE DON'T LIKE YOU!" came a symphony of deep, feminine voices, as the hidden faces in the tree bark came alive. Abruptly, the limbs began moving, and the foursome found themselves under attack as heavy, juicy red fruits were launched toward them. Some of the trees juggled the fruits on their trunks, like women bouncing breasts in their hands, before plucking them off.
Scarecrow grunted as one of the heavy missiles slammed into his chest, bearing him to the ground amid a cloud of straw. Tin Man lashed out quickly with his heavy iron, batting away projectiles that came too close. Likewise, Lionel slashed at the air, splitting open crimson husks until his claws were just as dark, oozing with sweet, sticky fluid.
"Get Scarecrow!" cried Dotti to Tin Man, covering her head with her hands and running up to Lionel. Immediately, even as Lionel slashed at the air, she grabbed his prick, which hardened quickly, and began stroking furiously.
"Wh-what are you -- ah-h-h-h!" cried Lionel, quaking as his cock pulsed in Dotti's tight grip.
As the thick spurts of cream gushed out, arcing high in the air, Dotti aimed as best she could, so that the gooey globs spattered across warped tree faces, and specifically, into their eyes.
"ACK!" cried the trees as one. "WE CAN'T SEE!"
With the first thick wave of cream spent from Lionel's cock, Dotti realized she had to inspire more. She ripped off her skirt and lay upon the road, pulling the ruby panties aside and showing Lionel her bald pussy. Frantically, she began rubbing her sleek lips and swollen clitoris.
"Come on, Lionel!" she yelled, as blindly-hurled fruit landed all around them. She glanced back up the road, seeing Tin Man supporting a hobbling Scarecrow. The metal man's body was smeared with pinkish-red chunks. He looked tired and wounded.
"Okay! Okay!" groaned the lion-man, furiously masturbating as he stared at Dotti's glistening sex, at her fingers as they pumped in and out. It took only a few more moments before he was ejaculating once more.
"Not me!" cried Dotti as her face was doused again. "Them!"
"R-r-right!" roared Lionel, directing his spurting penis in the direction of the trees around them. One after another, each of the pomegranate trees received a thick facial, coating their eyes, noses, and lips. They began sputtering and gagging, dropping their fruit missiles to the ground rather than hurling them toward their targets.
Scrambling to her feet, and wiping her dripping face, Dotti grabbed Lionel's hands, and that of Tin Man as he lurched forward, carrying Scarecrow. Together, the four unlikely companions ran from the Pomegranate Forest, leaving the animated trees sputtering and spitting in disgust.
***
"Well, that was an adventure!" exclaimed Dotti as they emerged from the forest and onto a vast clearing. Beyond, in the distance, could be seen a brilliant emerald citadel upon a lone high hill. "Is everyone all right?"
Lionel stumbled to the ground, clutching his genitals. "Oh-h-h-h," he groaned. "I think I did it too much." Likewise, Tin Man fell to his knees, letting go of Scarecrow, who crumpled into a heap.
Dotti frowned, planting her hands on her hips. "Well! A fine bunch of men you are!"
Scarecrow lifted his head as he struggled to reconfigure his contorted body. "You got the easy end of it!" he declared. "I don't see any bruises on you."
"Well, it wasn't easy, you know," protested Dotti. "Rubbing myself with all that going on, just to get Lionel going!"
"And you see what that did to him!" exclaimed Tin Man, pointing to the lion-man, curled up on his side.
Dotti sighed petulantly, a look of sympathy on her face as she gazed upon Lionel. She knelt and touched his furry face. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, stroking his golden mane. "It was the only thing I could think of."
Lionel managed a weak smile. "It's okay," he muttered. "Can we just rest here a while?"
Dotti smiled, and patted his shoulder. "Of course," she said, then stood and looked around. "Well, at least we seemed to have found a nice place to lie down for a bit."
With laborious grunts and moans, the three men rose and stumbled along with Dotti along the road, then into the field. All around them were bright, blooming poppies, fragrant with their sweet, intoxicating aroma. Dotti inhaled deeply, feeling her senses inundated with the pleasant smell. She lowered herself to her knees, reached to some of the flowering blossoms. Her senses became hazy; she felt her equilibrium vanish. With a sigh, she toppled over, grinning lazily with a handful of poppies.
***
Deanna the Good Dom floated through the air in her bubble, smiling to herself at the pleasant way in which it bounced up and down in the air. It reminded her of one of the Wizard's more recent inventions . . . .
"Oh, what have we here?" she asked aloud as she spied the four sleeping figures in the field below. Her brow furrowed. "Oh, no. That's Dotti!"
The bubble veered down out of the sky, popping as soon as it touched the blossoms in the field. Deanna landed softly upon the ground, approaching the unconscious forms of Dotti and her companions. With a heartfelt sigh, Deanna touched one of the poppies.
That damn Dom of the West, she thought. Getting the trees of the Pomegranate Forest to chase them to the poppy field. This is just like her. Well, if she can play dirty, so can I . . . .
The Good Dom paused for a moment as she looked upon Dotti. Such a pretty face, she thought. With a slight blush rising to her face, Deanna reached to the bottom of the slit in her suit, finding the hidden zipper that went all the way down, between her thighs, and up just to the tip of her tail bone in the back. She shivered slightly at the feel of the cool spring breeze between her thighs, against the slightly damp lips of her naked pussy.
Only something stronger than the poppies will bring her awake, Deanna thought as she stood over Dotti, one foot on either side of the girl's head. She smiled at the sight of the girl's fresh young face below the trimmed crimson curls on her pubic mound.
Slowly, Deanna lowered herself, spreading her strong thighs wide as her pussy neared Dotti's sleeping face. She felt herself growing wetter and wetter, her clitoris stiffening with anticipation . . . .
"Mmm," moaned the Dom of the North as Dotti's slightly-parted lips were pressed to her pussy, the girl's nose in her pubic hair. Deanna felt her juices trickling out, smearing Dotti's lower face as the Dom rocked back and forth. Deanna began moaning softly, luxuriating in the sensations of her clit rubbing the tip of Dotti's little button nose.
"Mrrmph?" came a muffled query from beneath the Dom's splayed thighs. Dotti's hands shot up to slap against Deanna's thighs, as her eyes flashed open in surprise. She gasped against Deanna's slippery snatch, which only made the Dom squeal softly.
"Oh, you're awake," commented Deanna, stopping her gyrations for a moment. She looked down at the girl's wide eyes. "Of course, now we need to wake up the others. Can you keep doing that?"
Dotti blinked, thinking, inhaling the rich, sweet fragrance of the Dom's pussy, feeling Deanna's swollen parted lips against her own. Tentatively, she slipped her tongue out, licking some of the sweet fluid from Deanna's labia. The flavor was not much different from her own.
"I guess so," Dotti said, then began licking in and around the Dom's slick hole, smacking her wet lips against the red-furred pussy hovering over her mouth. She closed her eyes in concentration, ran her hands up and down Deanna's clothed thighs.
Deanna trembled with passion, reaching down between her legs to grip Dotti's head. She ground her pussy more urgently against the girl's mouth, gasping each time Dotti's tongue slid up inside her tunnel. The aroma of her aroused sex filled the air, wafting around her like a cloud.
Finally, Deanna tilted her hips a little, pushing the thick, stiff protrusion of her clit past Dotti's lips. "Suck on it, sweetheart," she urged. "Suck hard. You need to open the flood gates so the waters can wash over your friends."
"Mm-hmm," mumbled Dotti, sucking in her cheeks as she pulled and sucked upon Deanna's clit, pulling on it, massaging it like a little cock. Above her, The Good Dom trembled and shook, her mouth hanging slack, cheeks rosy with pleasure. She planted her hands on the ground above Dotti's head and mashed her pussy into the girl's mouth. With a long cry and moan, her orgasm erupted through her.
The powerful, sweet scent of Deanna's pussy did indeed wash through the field like the waters from a damn, infusing itself in the senses of Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Lionel. Slowly, the three of them roused, sniffing the air. One by one, they looked to see the Dom squatting over Dotti's face, panting her release.
Tin Man arched his eyebrow. "Ding, dong," he muttered. "The Dom just came."
Lionel perked up. "The Dom just came?"
Scarecrow nodded. "The Dom just came."
"And she did it very sweetly," mumbled Dotti with a grin, licking along Deanna's sopping lips.
"But not very neatly," said the Dom apologetically.
"But it seems, very completely," commented Scarecrow, crawling closer. He stared at Dotti's saturated face.
"And not at all discretely," added Lionel, taking in the sight. His eyes bulged at the vision of Dottie tickling the deeply flushed and shrunken clitoris of the Dom. "Oh-h-h," he moaned, flopping onto his back. A fountain of semen spurted high into the air, splashing the poppies.
Deanna chuckled. "It appears the men are all up," she said.
Tin Man rolled his eyes. "In a manner of speaking . . . ."
***
"So, the wicked Dom of the West made us go to that field?" asked Scarecrow as the four of them ambled along the Yellow Prick Road, away from the poppy fields and toward the glittering citadel in the distance. Deanna had already wrapped herself in another bubble, and with her cheeks still glowing, was now floating high above and away.
"I guess so," responded Dotti, touching still-fragrant lips and licking her fingers. "Those pomegranate trees chased us in the right direction, off the path. I guess The Dom of the West really doesn't want us getting to the Emerald City."
"Well, that's just too bad," said Tin Man with a grin. "Because we're not far away. Come on!"
Taking the hands of Dotti and Scarecrow, Tin Man began running up the gently-rising slope of the road, anxious to get to the citadel. Lionel trundled after, trying not to admire the firm, bouncing cheeks of Dotti's rear as she ran . . . .
***
The towering walls of the Emerald City stood before them, smooth and opaque. The massive front doors were almost five times as tall as Tin Man.
"Wow."
"Whoa."
"Wuff."
"Ah-choo!"
The others looked to Scarecrow as he rubbed his red nose. The straw man shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry," he said. "Poppies."
"WHO DARES SEEK ENTRANCE TO THE EMERALD CITY?"
The foursome gasped in unison, huddling together before the doors to the fabled city. Eyes looked about, trying to find the source of the booming voice.
"U-um . . . w-we just want to see the Wizard," Dotti offered in a weak voice.
"THE WIZARD IS NOT AVAILABLE FOR YOU."
Dotti's shoulders fell. "But, please!" she called. "He's the only one who can help me!"
"HAVE YOU TRIED OPRAH?"
Dotti exchanged perturbed looks with the others. "Is she here?" the girl asked at last.
Abruptly, a tiny, hidden door opened beside the more massive ones, and a little person stepped out, in many ways resembling a Scrumpkin. He wore garb that reminded Dotti of the Swiss Guard.
"No, 'course she ain't here, lassie," he said irritatingly, his voice high-pitched and heavily accented. "Whattaya think we are? Harpo Studios? This 'ere's the Emerald City, not the Miracle Mile! Now, off with ye!"
"Please," Dotti begged. "We've come so far. Please let us see him!"
The diminutive man scoffed. "Oh, so now it's all'a ye, eh? Saint's alive! Ye 'ave'ta earn an audience with the Wizard, ye know!"
"Then how can we earn an audience?" asked Tin Man, gripping his iron.
The guard scratched his chin in thought. "Ye'll have ta speak ta MC Horse," he said.
"MC Horse?" queried Dotti.
The guard leered, looking Dotti over in her tiny skirt, revealing blouse, and sweat-sheened skin. "Aye, 'at's what we call 'im. Short for . . . well, ye'll find out."
A hopeful look crossed all their faces. "So, we can come in?" asked Dotti.
The guard shrugged. "Aye, ye can come," he said, then winked. "If ye're up for it."
At the little man's gesture, the massive doors groaned as they moved, parting and sweeping away. Before the amazed eyes of the four companions, the interior of the citadel was revealed. There was a large central courtyard, the walls all emerald, with a transparent dome through which sunlight was filtered. There were strange people in all manner of fine clothing about, tall people, short people, big people and little people. All looked to the newcomers as they stepped tentatively across the threshold.
"This . . . is the Emerald City!" cried the guard proudly, sweeping his little arms wide.
"Oh . . . gosh!" exclaimed Dotti, looking about in wonder. Music played from some hidden source, filling the air, something light and lively. There were booths along the circular walls of the courtyard, offering everything from strange perfumes to unusual foodstuffs.
"I've never seen anything like it," commented Tin Man.
"This is spectacular!" claimed Lionel.
Scarecrow shrugged. "Hmm . . . it's nice, I guess."
Dotti looked to the straw man, frowning as if insulted. "It's wonderful," she insisted.
He gave a wan smile. "Yes, of course it is," he said with a forced smile.
Dotti stepped forward, peering about with amazed interest. Here, a four-armed man juggled yellow balls in the air while spitting out gouts of flame. There, a strange reptilian creature tap-danced upon a small circular stage. Beside him was a short, fat man with a handlebar mustache, a large chirping cricket upon his shoulder. The entire scene had a carnival atmosphere, with an undercurrent of . . . something else.
A smallish man in a jester's hat, holding numerous skewers of meat, appeared before her. "Shish kabob?" he offered.
Dotti looked the proffered food over. "Um . . . what kind of meat is it?"
The man gave a blank look. "It's shish meat," he said. "That's why we call it 'shish kabob.'"
Dotti shrugged. "Okay." Experimentally, she nibbled at the meat on the stick.
"So, where's this MC Horse fellow?" asked Tin Man, avoiding a green-skinned woman as she walked past. His eyes lingered upon the three exposed breasts on her chest, golden chains attached to clamps on her nipples.
"Oh, right on ta business, eh?" asked the guardsman. He gestured to Dotti. "Least the lass has the presence o' mind ta get a bite ta eat!"
Tin Man rolled his eyes. "We're very busy," he said gruffly.
"Speak for yourself," commented Lionel, tearing into an enormous turkey leg.
"No, come on," insisted Dotti, handing off her shish-kabob to a passing steward. She grabbed Lionel's arm. "I want to see the Wizard as soon as we can."
With a roll of his eyes, the dwarf guardsman lead the way across the courtyard. Dodging various performers and their audiences along the way, Dotti and her companions found themselves being taken to what appeared to be a large, padded dais, several feet high and wide enough that Tin Man could lay down and not touch the edges.
Upon the dais was an obese man with sleek, ebony skin. He was clad in what looked like a golden kilt and wore a matching headdress. Every finger was bedecked with golden rings, and numerous chains hung from around his nearly non-existent neck.
The guard stopped with a quick stomp of his foot, gesturing to the figure above him. "Lord MC Horse," he said, then strode back through the crowd.
Immediately, Dotti curtsied, and the others bowed their heads in turn. Atop the padded dais, the rotund man arched an eyebrow in curiosity. He pressed a button on a small device, and the dais began to recede into the floor, bringing the man down with it. He stopped once his face was just above Dotti's, and gazed upon her over his protruding belly.
"So what the fizzle you be wantin', baby?" he asked in a boisterous voice, showing gold teeth as he grinned.
Dotti blinked at the man's unexpected words. Likewise, Scarecrow, Tin Man and Lionel all shared wondering looks.
"What did he say?"
"'Fizzle?"
"Yeah," boomed MC Horse. "Fizzle, fo' shizzle. Now, what's yo' biznet wit the sizzle?"
Lionel grunted in confusion. "Sizzle?"
In response, Horse licked his finger, then touched one of his blubbery pectorals while making a hissing sound. "That's the sizzle."
Lionel looked back with a hopeless shrug. "I can't understand a word he's—"
"Wait," interrupted Dotti. She faced MC Horse, took a breath as she contemplated her words. "Yo, my sizzle," she said with a forceful air, gesturing with her hands. "Me and the posse gots some tired feets after this whack trip. We ain't in no mind fo' no bull shizzle, yo? We's here ta see Da Man, and this be one phat li'l ho who gonna do what it takes to get my bizzle on. Ya dig?"
All around them, the entire courtyard had grown quiet. Astonished and amused faces looked upon Dotti as she spoke to MC Horse in his own language.
For a long moment, all that could be heard was the chirping of the large cricket on the fat man's shoulder. Dotti stared up at the impassive face of Lord MC Horse, wondering if she had gone too far, or said the wrong thing. Her command of 'Snooptalk' was not the greatest, after all; she may have misconstrued something.
Finally, Horse broke out in booming laughter, his heavy belly shaking. "Yo, now that's the way ta cowgirl up!" he cried, rolling forward and reaching for Dotti. With a relieved smile, Dotti climbed onto the dais and curled up against the fat man's belly. There was a spicy-sweet aroma surrounding him that Dotti found pleasant.
"So, you want Da Man, huh?" asked MC Horse. "He is the Fuzz, y'know. The Fuzz of Fuzz, y'get it?"
Dotti nodded. "I dig, bro. I wanna shake that fuzz and get to the dirty."
MC Horse grinned, looking lecherously over Dotti's body. "An' you fa'shizzle can get the dirty, baby."
"So what's the lowdown, MC?" she asked. "I gots ta bizzle with the wizzle."
"Is that a fact?" he asked, then winked. "Well, if ya wants the wizzle, then ya gots ta do the bizzle wit the swizzle."
Dotti reared back slightly. "'Bizzle wit the swizzle?'"
The large man grinned, easing back on his sizable rump. He unsnapped the kilt-like garment covering him and let it fall open, exposing himself. "Fa' shizzle."
Dotti stared, astonished, at what lay before her. The man's large belly could not overshadow the freakish length and girth of his cock. It lay like a python across his right thigh, stirring slowly. Her heart fluttered nervously at the idea of taking such an enormous appendage inside her. And her nervousness was compounded by the numerous people in the courtyard, most of whom had returned to their conversations, yet still watched them.
"Now I know why they call you MC Horse," she muttered.
He chuckled. "True dat."
Dotti leaned over the edge of the dais, bringing her face close to those of her companions. "What should I do?" she asked.
"Does he want you to do what I think he wants you to do?" asked Tin Man worriedly. Being the tallest of the three, he could see the fat man's naked lap.
Dotti nodded worriedly. "Uh-huh."
His eyes bulged. "Fore!"
Annoyed, Dotti smacked the metal man's head. "What do you think, Scarecrow?" she asked.
Scarecrow shrugged. "Well, if what I gather from your conversation is correct, then you may have no choice."
Dotti's face paled. "I have to scrump with him?"
Scarecrow nodded with a sage look. "I'm afraid so."
"So what's the big deal?" asked Lionel. "Haven't you pretty much scrumped everyone else you've met?" He winced as Dotti smacked him in the head.
"Fine," she said. "If this is what I have to do to meet the Wizard." She straightened and turned to MC Horse once more.
Tin Man and Lionel, both rubbing the backs of their heads, looked to a strangely-smiling Scarecrow. "What are you so happy about?" asked Lionel.
Scarecrow bounced on the balls of his feet. "She didn't smack me," he said simply.
Positioning herself on her knees before Lord MC Horse, Dotti apprehensively lifted the man's heavy phallus. It was a thick, warm, fleshy tube in her hands, the purple head so enormous that she doubted it could fit. Her fingers could not close around the shaft. Experimentally, she stroked up and down, getting used to the feel. It began to harden somewhat, but Dotti reasoned a penis so large would never stand up on its own.
"So . . . how you want it, baby?" she asked.
"Let's stir the pot, sweet thang," he rumbled, watching her. "How's about you kiss the snake first?"
Dotti managed a smile, lowering her head as Horse lay back. Holding the titanic cock upright, she began kissing and licking all around the head. Her squeezing, stroking hands kept a steady trickle of clear, thick fluid oozing from the slit. Dotti sighed with pleasure at tasting the sweetness, and lapped it all up.
The crowd within the courtyard slowly encircled the dais, watching as Dotti pleasured Lord MC Horse. Many muttered under their breath in awe, or gasped with surprise as Dotti opened her mouth and sucked deeply on just the head of the man's cock. Drool and pre-cum flowed down the shaft, which Dotti rubbed in with her hands until the entire shaft glistened.
Pulling her shiny mouth away, Dotti unsnapped her skirt and let it drop, then tore off her blouse. Her stiff nipples gave away her arousal; where once she had been intimidated by the mammoth cock, now she was encouraged.
"The Ruby Panties!" someone cried.
"Ruby Panties!" echoed another. "The girl is a Dom?"
"Where is she from?"
"What a nice bum!"
Dotti glanced over her shoulder with smirk at that last remark. "I got it from mum."
So saying, she positioned herself in a squat over the obese man, holding his slick shaft in one hand and pulling aside the panties with the other. All watched as Dotti moaned, rubbing the bulbous head of MC Horse's cock against her pink lips. They slowly parted, already moistened by her arousal. Dotti pushed down, just a little, then eased back up, then pushed again. With each slow plunge, the tip of the ebony man's impressive cock delved just a bit further.
"Is she really going to do it?" asked Tin Man, eyes wide.
"There's no choice but to go through it," responded Scarecrow.
"Don't you mean, go through with it?"
Scarecrow shrugged. "That, too."
Tin Man leaned back, looking past Scarecrow to a transfixed Lionel. "What do you think, lion-man?"
"Oh-h-h-h . . . ."
Tin Man frowned. "Never mind."
Atop the dais, Dotti grunted and sighed, finally getting just the head of MC Horse's cock inside her protesting pussy. The incredible fullness was painful, but also in pleasurable in a way Dotti had never anticipated. Her entire body quivered as if she were on the verge of orgasm already. Firm breasts heaved up and down as she alternately took deep breaths, held them, then let them out with heated huffs.
"That's the bizzle, baby," groaned Horse, lifting his head. His meaty hands gripped Dotti's thighs and pushed her down.
"Oh, gosh!" she cried as the massive cock suddenly surged up inside her. She suddenly wondered if this was what it felt like to have a baby.
No, she thought as she settled into a rhythm, rolling her hips in little circles, squeezing his cock with her muscles. It couldn't feel nearly as good as this . . . .
Under the amazed and admiring eyes of her scores of onlookers, Dotti slowly impaled herself nearly all the way upon the monstrous shaft. Her juices flowed freely, rolling down Horse's shaft to his thick, laden balls. Once she had forced as much of his broad length within her as she could, Dotti pulled up, relishing the feel of all those bumpy veins. She grinned, then pushed down once more, this time grinning. Her face glowed with her exertion and passion.
"Fo' shizzle, my bizzle," she panted.
MC Horse grinned. "Do me, baby."
Eagerly, Dotti complied, balancing herself on her wide-spread legs, the taut muscles of which stood out as she pumped up and down. She cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples, even brought them to her mouth for an occasional lick. Her dark pigtails bounced as her movements increased. The expression on her face, her escalating moans and whimpers, signaled to all her impending orgasm.
"Oh, my, she's about to cum!" someone cried.
"Yes, and then some!" called another.
Dotti's scream of ecstasy tore from her lungs, filling the air and shattering glass all around. She shuddered, bounced, shook and convulsed, shoving down harder than she had before, all but engulfing MC Horse's cock within her over-stretched pussy. Her erotic convulsions proved too much for the man beneath her.
In the midst of her thrashing orgasm, Dotti found herself lifted, then laid back upon the padded dais. MC Horse was now atop her, holding her legs apart at the ankles as he thrust again and again. Her entire body glowed with rouge; she could not form a coherent thought.
"Now you gonna get it, baby!" roared MC Horse, jerking his saturated prick from Dotti's gaping tunnel. He stroked the impressive shaft with both hands over the heaving body before him.
More gasps and murmurs of awe filled the courtyard of the Emerald City as spurts of fluid jetted onto Dotti's body, splattering her breasts, neck, stomach and thighs. Each gusher was of a different color -- green, red, blue, orange, purple, yellow -- and mixed to form an erotic painting with Dotti's body as the canvas.
Inspired by passion, Dotti rolled up to capture the last burst -- that of purest white -- upon her tongue. Rich as nectar and thick as pudding, she savored the taste, pressing her lips to the still-oozing head and squeezing the shaft in her hands to urge out every bit. MC Horse swayed on his knees, smiling in bliss as Dotti nursed him through the last moments o his orgasm.
With a last lick of her lips and a heady sigh, Dotti gazed up upon the man, running her fingers through the different hues of thick juice on her body. "Thanks for the fizzle, my bizzle."
MC Horse chuckled, wiping his sweaty brow. "You said it."
***
"Gosh, that was an experience!" muttered Dotti after returning from the courtyard's ladies' room. She found her three companions waiting for her. A blush crossed her face for a moment, especially as she noted the impressed looks upon the faces of those beyond her friends.
Lionel grinned. "It was good for me, too, Miss Dotti," he said.
She rolled her eyes with a smile. "So, are we ready to see the Wizard now?"
"I sure am," said Tin Man, offering a hand to Dotti. "Will you let me escort you? You don't seem to be walking well . . . ."
Dotti took the grey-colored arm, wobbling a bit. "Thank you," she said. "No, it isn't every day a girl gets a watermelon shoved up her cooch . . . ."
To be continued . . . .