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The Wizard of Fuzz Ch. 01

By: slyc_willie



(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 Wizard of Fuzz Ch. 01



"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.





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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.





The Wizard of Fuzz Ch. 01



"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!





The Wizard of Fuzz Ch. 01



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 . . . .



The Wizard of Fuzz Ch. 02



(Author's Note: Obviously, if you have not read the first chapter of this magical, erotic epic, you may be at a loss as to what Dotti and her friends have been through to this point. But if you have, I hope you enjoy this naughty ride to its conclusion. I had more fun writing this twisted tale of fantasy than with most of my other works, and I hope it shows. Enjoy.)

Part Two: Wizards and Doms and Heroes, Oh My!

We're in the Emerald City, Dotti thought with wonder. The diminutive guard escorted the bedazzled teenaged girl and her friends -- Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Lionel -- through the polished, jade-hued halls, finally leading them to yet another enormous door. There, the guard spun about and gave them a grave look.

"Now, steel yerselves," he said. "Meeting the Wizard is not for the faint of heart. Ye have been warned."

Dotti, Scarecrow, Tin Man and Lionel all nodded, and the guard went on his way

Dotti took a breath, looked to her friends. "Ready?"

"Ready!" they answered in unison.

Dotti faced the doors, then, with a mighty shove, threw them open.

The chamber that faced them was enormous, easily as large as the courtyard, perhaps more so. Windows were set in the walls every ten paces or so, running from floor to thirty-foot ceiling. There was not a single piece of furniture to be seen; the floors and walls were bare, and everything glowed with a deep viridian radiance. Toward the far end of the room was a small archway concealed by a brass-colored curtain.

Tentatively, Dotti stepped into the chamber, flanked by her companions. They did not know what to expect, but the guard's eerie warning lingered in their minds.

"H-hello?" called Dotti, her voice echoing.

"Shh!" exclaimed Tin Man. "Don't provoke him!"

Doti nodded. "Right," she said. "We'll just wait, and be patient, and -- oh, my gosh!"

The air some fifteen feet before them shimmered, and then an image appeared, slightly transparent, of a gigantic baby's face with deep green eyes, a blonde swirl of hair at the top of it's head, and two protruding front teeth that were fully revealed as it grinned.

"WHO DISTURBS THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF FUZZ?" came the magnified impish voice.

Dotti slapped a hand over her heart, her fear tempered by the comical appearance of the giant floating baby head. She took a moment to gather her wits, noting her companions doing the same . . . except for Scarecrow, of course, who plucked at stray strands of straw jutting from beneath his hat.

"You are the Wizard of Fuzz?" asked Dotti in a loud voice.

"WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?"

Dotti thought a moment. "I don't know . . . a wizard? You know, long robe, staff, grey beard? Haven't you seen any of the Harry Potter movies?"

The baby face contorted and stuck out its tongue. "PFRBRBET! J.K. ROWLING CAN SUCK MY DICK."

Dotti gasped. "Now, that's just plain rude!"

The baby face vanished abruptly with a small popping sound. The curtain at the far end parted, cast aside by a stocky, pudgy man clad in a dark tailored suit. He waddled out with quick steps, a hard look upon his wrinkled, grandfatherly face. He had short-cropped wide hair and a round face with smallish features.

"Not if you knew her like I do," he said, coming to a stop before Dotti. "Bitch stole all my ideas." He made an effort to smile amiably. "But, that's all in the past. She has her millions, and I have my . . . anyway, what brings you to me?"

Dotti pointed, her brow wrinkled. "You're the wizard?" she asked.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am the great and powerful Wizard of Fuzz," he said. "I'm sure you pictured some inhumanly tall, emaciated, cloak-wearing toothpick of a man, but, to be honest, I live quite well, and there's nothing I can do about my height." He clapped his hands together, rubbed them vigorously for a moment.

"So, what is it you need?" he asked Dotti, then thrust out his palm to interrupt any response. "No, wait, let me guess: You need . . . a love potion. Yes, that's it! You're hot for the quarterback, but he's not interested. No problem."

Dotti began to say something as the Wizard continued, looking to Tin Man. "Ah, well, you're problem is obvious. You need a tan. That's easily fixed. Now, you, straw man, hmm . . . you look familiar—"

"No!" cried Dotti, stamping her feet. "You've got it all wrong!"

The Wizard looked to her, an insulted look on his face. "Oh, I don't think so. I'm a wizard! What are you?"

Dotti pouted, hurt. "I'm just a girl from Kansas," she said. "And I want to go home. Oh . . . and I need some fuzz."

The Wizard cocked a brow. "Kansas, you say?" he asked, interested. "As in . . . the real world?"

"Why . . . yes," said Dotti.

Scarecrow held up a single finger. "Well, the concept of the 'real world,' versus all possible worlds in the cosmos is a difficult thing to address. Witness Einstein, and Kirkegaard—"

The Wizard soured. "Now I recognize you," he said smartly, cutting the straw man off. He looked back to Dotti with a smile. "Tell me what happened."

Dotti drew a breath. "Well, it started like this . . . ."

***

". . . and that's how we got here," Dotti finished. The five of them sat about on the floor, surrounding a large bowl of chips and salsa.

The Wizard nodded. "Hmm. I think I can help you," he said.

Dotti brightened, elated with hope. "You can? Oh, Mr. Wizard—"

He held up his hands. "Please, call me Willie."

Dotti smacked her lips together. "A wizard named Willie?" she queried.

"What, you were expecting something more profound?" he asked wanly.

Dotti balked. "Oh, well . . . no," she said. "I-I mean, Willie is a fine name for a wizard! A very fine name!"

"At any rate," he grumbled, casting a sidelong glance to the girl. "I can help you all. However, before I can, I need you to do something for me."

Lionel groaned, rolling onto his back. "I knew this was coming," he said.

"Well, with you, that's a given," remarked the Wizard snidely. He addressed everyone as he continued: "If you want me to grant the four of you what you truly wish, first you must bring me something. It won't be easy, but then, this is a quest, so of course it's not easy."

Dotti gulped. "What do we have to bring you?"

The Wizard stood, smoothed out his jacket. "Oh . . . just the magic dildo of the Dom of the West," he said casually, regarding his nails.

"What!" cried Dotti in alarm as she and her companions all shot to their feet. "Didn't you hear anything we told you? The Dom wants to kill us!"

The Wizard shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you aren't exactly asking for love potions and tanning oils, now, are you? Sending you home? That's a pretty big thing for a wizard. And curing his erectile dysfunction, his lack of passion, his lack of stamina—"

"Okay!" exclaimed Dotti with a huff. "Jeez! But you gotta remember, Wiz, we aren't exactly the Fellowship of the Ring, here. More like Alvin and the Chipmunks."

The Wizard settled his hands on Dotti's shoulders and gave her a sage look. "You have strength, young one," he said as the shadows deepened in the room. "You need only look into your heart, and you will find what you need there."

Dotti's eyes wandered around warily, noting the change in light. "Um . . . okay."

The Wizard stepped back. "Now, go! Here, take this—" he produced a rolled-up map from his sleeve and held it out. "—and don't return without the Dom's dildo." With that, he turned on his heel and marched back toward the curtain.

***

Dotti was forlorn as the broad doors of the Emerald City closed behind them. With all I've gone through just to get here, she thought. Now I gotta go find that evil Mrs. Gulp -- if it really is her -- and steal her dildo. She shuddered for a moment, despite the warmth of the sun upon her.

"Hey, there, Dotti, don't be sad now," said Tin Man in a soothing voice. "We're all in this together. We'll get that dratted dildo from the despicable Dom, just you see."

"R-r-r-right!" enthused Lionel.

Scarecrow smiled thinly. "Absolutely."

Dotti smiled, patted Tin Man's cheek, then Scarecrow's. She refrained from touching Lionel, however, knowing what that would do to him. Feeling somewhat better, she unfurled the map in her hand and let the others crowd around.

"Okay, let's see," she mused. "According to this, we should go . . . west."

"Imagine that," muttered Scarecrow drolly.

Dotti gave the straw man a perturbed look as Tin Man trailed his finger along the map. "Hmm," he murmured. "Seems we have to go through the Sapphic Swamp to reach the Dom's tower." He shuddered.

"The Sapphic Swamp?" queried Dotti.

Lionel growled. "That's not going to be easy," he said. "Imagine a bunch of naked women running all over the place, ignoring you because you have a penis, but then doing the most wicked things to each other . . . Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh-h-h-h . . . ."

Deftly, Dotti reached beneath the map and grabbed Lionel's twitching cock just as it began spurting, and directed the spray toward the ground. "Hmm, that doesn't sound too bad," she commented.

"Yeah, but you're a girl, Dotti," said Tin Man. He gave her an ominous look. "They're really gonna like you."

Dotti shrugged, absently licking her dripping fingers. "So what's the big deal?"

Scarecrow leaned close. "Well, let's just say that the term 'eating pussy' takes on literal meaning for them."

Dotti's eyes bulged. "Ulp!"

***

After hours of walking along the Yellow Prick Road, the vast fields became replaced with great, twisted trees that looked like oaks, yet had a sinister feel to them. The bark was twisted, gnarled, like the skin on a mean, toothless old man. The branches formed a canopy over the road, darkening the rays of the sun and making shadows beyond the weathered trunks that seemed to move as the foursome passed them.

"We're almost to the Sapphic Swamp," whispered Tin Man, now holding the map before him. He looked to the others. "Everyone keep a close eye on Dotti; we don't . . ." he trailed off, his eyes wide as they darted about in alarm. "Where is she?"

Scarecrow whirled around, looking this way and that. Lionel jumped, an apprehensive rumble sounding from his throat.

"She was right here!" the lion-man exclaimed.

"Well, she's not now!" cried Tin Man.

Ahead, along the road, came a chorus of wicked, feminine giggles. Naked feminine figures pranced quickly across the path, hoisting a familiar form on their shoulders. Dotti struggled and tried to call out, but the hand over her mouth kept her cries from being heard.

"They've got her! Let's go!" boomed Tin Man, charging up the path, his golf iron held firmly in his grip. Lionel loped after, snarling and frothing at the mouth. Scarecrow, however, hung back, his eyes narrowing. With surprising stealth, he slipped into the shadows of the trees . . . .

***

Dotti struggled against the grips of her captors as they carried her through marshy waters toward a moss-covered island surrounded by trees. The air was thick and cloying, causing beads of moisture to appear on her exposed skin. Likewise, the dozen or so naked women -- whom, Dotti had to admit, were all very attractive -- were practically dripping with perspiration. The air was heady with numerous sweet aromas, not the least of which was of feminine arousal.

Roughly, Dotti was tossed onto the mossy island. Surrounded by naked, sleek-skinned women, Dotti looked for a way out, but found herself surrounded.

"Wh-what do you want from me?" she cried fearfully.

But the women ignored her cries. Their eyes drank in the features of Dotti's body approvingly. "Oh, she's a tasty one," said one of the naked women, casually caressing her sweat-slicked breasts.

"We should certainly have some fun," said another.

"And then dinner when we're done."

Dotti paled. "D-dinner?" she squeaked.

The women lowered themselves to their knees around her, grinning both seductively and hungrily. "Oh, don't worry," the nearest woman, with bright blonde hair that was obviously natural, said. "We'll do a very thorough job of seasoning the meat, first . . . ." As she spoke, she and the other women began pulling on Dotti's clothes, untying the girl's blouse and unclipping the snap of the skirt.

Both intimidated and aroused, Dotti offered no protest as her clothes were removed. "Wh-who are you?"

The women all laughed girlishly. "We're the Sapphic Sisters of the Swamp, of course," they said, tossing Dotti's garments away. Suddenly, they all gasped in unison and sat back, mouths agape and eyes wide. Every gaze fell upon Dotti's underwear.  

"The Ruby Panties!" exclaimed one of the Sisters.

"So it is true! She killed the Dom of the East!"

The blonde-haired Sapphic Sister grinned widely. "And once we've eaten her, we will be the Doms of the East," she said with an excited look in her eye.

"Sister!" came a call. "We've captured her companions!"

All heads turned -- and Dotti's lifted up -- as four more Sisters strode through the swamp, carrying between them a long wooden pole. Hanging from that pole, uncomfortably intertwined within a dank rope net, were Tin Man and Lionel, looking utterly nonplussed. Proudly, the four Sisters brought the stoic golfer and snarling lion-man to their blonde leader.

"Excellent," gloated the blonde, steepling her fingers together. Her elation vanished as she looked within the net. "Where's the third one? The straw man?"

The four sisters exchanged looks, shrugging to one another. "We only found these two," one of them finally said, the one carrying Tin Man's golf club.

With an angry huff, the blonde snatched the club from her Sister's grip and waved it around. "Go find him! Don't come back unless you have that damn scarecrow!"

Chastised, the four Sisters turned and trudged their way back through the swamp, heads hung in shame. Tin Man and Lionel were left on the soggy ground, helpless within the net.

"Don't worry, Dotti, we'll figure out something," Tin Man reassured. Turned away, against the metal man's back, Lionel growled in agreement.

"Yeah, you're doing a real good job," drawled Dotti as the Sisters held her arms and legs wide apart. She felt slippery, soft folds of flesh upon her hands and fingers as two of the women sat on them. Others began licking up and down Dotti's legs and abdomen. Despite her reservations, Dotti sighed softly as warm mouths cupped her nipples and began sucking.

"Not very dominant for a Dom, are you, little one?" quipped the blonde, settling on her stomach between Dotti's splayed thighs. Her chin hovered just above Dotti's crimson-covered pussy as she leered at the girl.

Dotti put on her bravest face as she glared back. "You can't have my panties," she said.

The blonde grinned evilly. "Not while you're alive, no," she said, then furled her fingers beneath the gusset, brushing Dotti's sleek lips. "But I don't need to have them off," she said, drawing the sparkling fabric aside. She licked her lips, gazing hungrily upon Dotti's hairless vulva and swollen lips.

"Don't worry, Dotti," the woman cooed, spreading the girl's lips apart. "Death by orgasm isn't the worst way to go . . ." she trailed off with a contented murmur, pressing her mouth to Dotti's sex.

Despite the circumstances, Dotti could not help but moan in pleasure. The blonde Sister's mouth was talented, to say the least, possessing a long, wicked tongue that delved deep inside. She sucked and pulled on Dotti's sensitive flesh, drawing the brunette's lips into her mouth, swabbed her tongue around Dotti's clit in massaging circles.

"Oh . . . oh, gosh," moaned Dotti, automatically pushing her pelvis up, wanting to feel the pleasure the blonde Sister was giving her. At the same time, she thrilled to the feel of the mouths upon her breasts and thighs, even the tongues that lapped at her toes. Her hands gripped the succulent pussy flesh of the women straddling them, her fingers sliding inside tight, warm tunnels.

Tin Man watched with undisguised interest as the Sapphic Sisters had their way with Dotti. Those not close enough to the action occupied themselves with each other, kissing, touching, licking one another. Despite his anxiety for their predicament, Tin Man's eyes were glued to the sight of te blonde woman thrashing her head back and forth between Dooti's spread legs.

"Tin Man, what are they doing to her? I can hear her moaning!" Lionel asked anxiously, unable to see what was going on. "Are they hurting her?"

"Uh . . . it's better that I don't tell you," Tin Man answered. "It's just too terrible."

Lionel shuddered as he wept. "Oh, poor, poor Dotti . . . ."

***

"Mmmmff! Enough! Enough! Please!" cried Dotti, managing to disengage her face from beneath the dripping pussy of a voluptuous Sister. Her body was quivering from the series of orgasms she had at first enjoyed, then endured. Her cheeks, neck and breasts glowed brightly; her nipples were harder and thicker than they had ever been, swollen to a dark shade. Her breasts rose and fell as she heaved for breath.

The blonde Sapphic Sister lifted her glistening face, lips dripping with fluid, from Dotti's sex. "Oh, not nearly enough," she cackled, licking her lips in an exaggerated way. "You taste delicious, my dear. I hope the rest of you is just as sweet."

"Not that you'll find out!" cried a voice rich with bravado. The Sapphic Sisters exclaimed in surprise and turned toward the sound of the voice, seeing a figure perched in the trees above them. The blonde Sister narrowed her eyes, pushing herself to her feet.

"Scarecrow!" Dotti exclaimed breathlessly.

"Scarecrow!" Tin Man gasped with surprised relief.

"Scarecrow?" asked Lionel dubiously, trying to turn his head to look.

"How did you get past my Sisters?" cried the blonde woman angrily, raising a fist. "If you've—"

She was interrupted as Scarecrow leapt from his perch, falling toward the ground. With a gasp, the blonde woman scampered back, as did all the Sisters. Scarecrow landed on the mossy hill in a squat, his feet on either side of Dotti's over-pleasured body.

"I've come for my friends," he said in an ominous tone. "And if you try to stop me, you'll meet the same fate as your Sisters."

The blonde scoffed. "What could you do to us?" she asked incredulously. Then she frowned. "Wait. What did you do to my Sisters?"

"This," Scarecrow said simply, straightening over Dotti's prone body. He twisted his torso slightly, lifting up his hands to display a practiced martial arts stance. His left hand was extended toward the blonde, fingers together, palm up.

"Scarecrow?" asked Dotti from beneath him, starting to push up. "What's going on?"

"Stay where you are Dotti," he responded, not taking his eyes from the blonde. "It will be easier if you don't move." Around them, the Sapphic Sisters were forming a close circle, sneering and snarling.

The blonde Sister suddenly laughed. "You're a fool, Scarecrow," she declared, then also took a stance, arms extended away from her body, one legs lifted and bent in classic 'crane' style. "I, too, have studied."

Scarecrow's lips twitched slightly in a confident smirk. "Let's see how well you've learned, then," he challenged.

For a moment, no one moved. Everyone, everything, was silent, including the bullfrogs of the swamp. Then, suddenly, the blonde woman let out a feral screech and darted forth, lashing and striking at Scarecrow with well-aimed blows. But Scarecrow blocked and deflected every attack, expertly smacking the blonde's hands away with his forearms. The Sisters all watched in astonishment as every attack their leader made fell wide of it's mark.

Throughout the exchange, Scarecrow's feet never moved, keeping him poised protectively over Dotti. His taunting smile remained as well, and grew as the blonde became more and more frustrated. She snarled and spit, growing clumsy in her efforts. Finally, she overextended herself, giving Scarecrow an opportunity.




The Wizard of Fuzz Ch. 02



Smack! Smack! Crack! Smack! Slap! The blows came fast and furious, his movements little more than blurs before the astonished eyes of all who looked on. The blonde-haired leader of the Sapphic Sisters reeled with each impact, taking a few stumbling steps backward with a dazed expression on her face. Blood trickled from one of her nostrils. Then her eyes rolled back in her head and she tumbled back, into the swampy water.

"Sister!" screeched the other women, and they surged forth, slashing and clawing at Scarecrow. In a display of unnaturally efficient prowess, the straw man became a whirlwind of movement, blocking and striking, spinning and kicking, always remaining above Dotti. The girl gasped at the flurry of violence above her, watching as naked female bodies went flying in all directions.

Finally, and sooner than anyone could have expected, it was over. The Sapphic Sisters lay all about, most rendered unconscious, but all defeated. With his typical stoic expression, Scarecrow looked down at Dotti in her nudity and extended a helping hand.

Amazed and stupefied, Dotti got to her feet, looking upon her lanky companion with different, impressed eyes. "How did you do that?"

Scarecrow shrugged. "Being a scarecrow and a genius has its perks," he said. "I've had a lot of time to read."

Dotti suddenly laughed and hugged Scarecrow tightly. "Oh, thank God!" she exclaimed. "If you hadn't saved me, those horrible women would have eaten me to death!"

Scarecrow patted the girl's sweaty back and released her. "Let's get the others and get out of here."

Dotti nodded firmly. "Yeah. Let's blow this joint."

***

"Yeah. Let's blow this joint."

The wicked Dom of the West glared angrily into her simmering cauldron as the scene faded. "No!" she screeched, frightening the strange creatures that skittered about in her laboratory. 

"That little hussy!" fumed the Dom, stomping around the room. She clutched her ebony magic dildo tightly in her red-nailed hand. "Everything I do . . . someone comes along and saves her! It's maddening! It's infuriating! It's God Damned pissing me off!" With an ear-splitting cry, she swept her arm through the cluttered collection of potions and ingredients on a table, sending them all shattering upon the floor and against the wall.

"I'll get you, my pretty," she muttered, fuming.

"Eh . . . Mistress?"

The Dom whirled toward the misshapen little figure in the doorway. "WHAT!"

The green-skinned goblin cringed slightly, but stood his ground. "Um, shall I alert the Flying Monkies, Mistress?"

The Dom frowned in annoyance and planted her hands on her hips. "The Flying Monkeys," she said in irritation. "And just what the fuck can they do? They're monkeys with wings!" She lifted her hands and waggled her fingers while making a face. "Ooo! Scary!"

The goblin servant swallowed nervously. "O-o-oh . . . kay . . . ."

The Dom sighed, rolling her eyes. She ground her teeth for a moment. "We aren't going to do anything but wait," she said at last. Her blood-red lips split in a wicked grin. "I'll take care of the little slut myself."

***

"There it is," Dotti said ominously as the four of them stopped along the Yellow Prick Road. The path sloped down steeply just before them, riding the lee of a hill toward a dark tower in the distance. Thick, foreboding clouds hung in the air above the edifice, churning and swirling but never moving away.

Tin Man took a deep breath. "How do we get in?" he asked, wringing his hands upon the shaft of his iron.

The four of them all stared at the tower, lightly scratching their chins and narrowing their eyes in contemplation. "Hmm . . . ."

"Is there any information on the map?" asked Scarecrow.

Dotti held out the length of parchment, scanning it. Something caught her eye and she looked closer. "Hmm, look at this," she said. "'Hit the cog to open the drawbridge.'"

"What does that mean?" asked Lionel with a growl.

"It means we need to take a closer look," mused Scarecrow.

***

The land about the tower was dark with shadow. The swirling, portentous clouds above kept any flowers from blooming and made the ground stark and lifeless. The walls of the tower looked ancient and cracked, with dark ivy creeping halfway up. The drawbridge was a towering portal, raised and set flush within a high arch. There were no signs of sentries or guards; indeed, the tower had the appearance of being deserted.

"Are we sure this is the right place?" asked Lionel, looking about dubiously.

Scarecrow gave the lion-man a bland look. "You see any other towers around here?"

Lionel scowled. "Well, where are all the people? Where's the Dom's henchmen?"

Scarecrow shrugged. "Inside, I'd say," he said. "And they know we can't get in."

"Not unless we find the cog and hit it," Dotti pointed out.

"So, let's find it," Tin Man said.

The four of them began searching around the gate and the immediate grounds of the castle, searching for anything that might be called a 'cog,' or anything else of interest. But after patting the cracked stone walls and scrounging through dead and dying underbrush, they came up empty.

"Excuse me, but what are ye doing?" called a high-pitched, accented voice from above.

Four heads tilted upward, beholding a wiry-thin figure in an oversized helmet, his face dominated by a wide, curled handlebar mustache. Gloved hands that looked too big for the stunted figure rest atop the high edge of the drawbridge, beneath the stone arch. The humanoid creature smacked thick lips as it waited.

"We're looking for a way in," said Dotti simply.

"Well, ye can't come in," sputtered the sentry. "Only if ye have permission from the Mistress can ye get entry, and ye don't. So, off with ye! Don't make me fart in yer general direction!"

"There's no need to be rude!" answered Dotti with a huff.

"Ah, go pick some elderberries!"

"Sure thing," snapped Tin Man. "Come down here, and I'll pull them out of your—"

"As much as I'm enjoying this witty banter," Scarecrow interrupted. "I think we'd better look for another way in."

"I think so, too," agreed Dotti. "I'm getting nervous just standing here."

Thp! A black-feathered arrow landed in the ground at her feet. With a gasp, the four of them looked up, seeing numerous slits in the walls above which had previously been covered. Over a dozen such slits could be seen, each with the tip of an arrow protruding from it.

"Ulp!" blurted Dotti. She looked to the others. "I think it's time to run away, now."

Abruptly, the four of them began running back along the path away from the tower, just as the sharp twangs of bowstrings sounded. The arrows fell wide of the mark, digging into the dirt and dead fields. All the way up the hill the arrows chased them, until, it seemed, their range had been reached.

Panting for breath, the foursome turned and watched the tower as the drawbridge lowered amid a loud clanking sound. The same diminutive figure which had taunted them was revealed to be standing on a platform above the slowly-revealed archway, turning a crank attached to a small wheel.

"Look, there's the cog!" exclaimed Dotti, pointing.

Lionel growled. "Doesn't help us much, being way up here," he said. "We try to get close enough, and those arrows will pick us off!"

At the tower below, the drawbridge finally met the ground, and Scrumpkin-sized troops marched out, some clad in armor and holding swords, others with bows. They stood in a clustered group as the drawbridge was drawn back up, blocking the way.

"That's just great!" muttered Dotti, slapping her hands to her sides in exasperation. "Now we have to get through them and find a way to hit that cog!"

Tin Man mused in thought as the drawbridge rumbled closed. "Hmm. I can just see the cog from up here."

Scarecrow arched an eyebrow as he deduced what Tin Man was thinking. "What's the distance, you figure?"

Tin Man took a breath. "Eight, nine hundred paces . . . ."

Dotti whirled around to face Tin Man as the grey-skinned golfer scratched his chin. "Do you think you can do it?"

Tin Man swallowed nervously. "I don't know . . . ."

Dotti sidled closer, slinking against Tin Man and running her hand up the inside of his thigh. "Maybe, if I, um, inspire you?" she cooed, cupping his heavy sacs in her hand, rolling her fingers back and forth.

He gave her a wan look as the girl fondled him. "Have you forgotten?"

Dotti sighed, biting her lip in thought. And idea struck her, then, and she grinned. "Tell you what," she said, lifting up on her toes. "If you can hit that cog from here, once you get, um, your swing back, I'll let you . . ." she trailed off as she whispered in Tin Man's ear. His dull grey cheeks darkened quickly.

"You'd let me do that?" he asked in an amazed and perhaps even aroused voice.

Dotti grinned. "Yep. You'd be my first."

Tin Man swelled with pride. "Stand back, young lady," he said firmly.

The others gave Tin Man some room as he stood in profile to the tower below. He dropped one of his two balls to the ground, nudged it into place with his foot. He took a few practice swings, switching his eye from the ball to its intended target, so far away. What he had to hit seemed nearly impossible to do so, especially since the cog was partially blocked by the little goblin-like figure beside it.

He centered himself, closed his eyes a moment as he breathed. With the encouragement gained from Dotti, he slowly drew back the iron . . . .

"You can do it, Tin Man!" exclaimed Lionel in encouragement.

Tin Man stumbled halfway through his backswing, emitted a low groan.

"Shh!" hissed Dotti, glaring at Lionel and pressing a finger to her lips. Scarecrow rolled his eyes.

Lionel looked sheepish. "Sorry."

"Can I continue, now?" asked an irritated Tin Man.

"Yes, Tin Man, we'll all be quiet now," assured Dotti.

The golfer nodded, returned his concentration where it belonged. A few more practice swings, and he was ready. He drew back, arcing the club high above and behind his head, then . . . .

Crack! With a mighty swing, Tin Man sent the ball shooting through the air as if sent from a cannon. It arced in the air, all but disappearing as it sped toward it's target. The four of them watched with anxious eyes as the dimpled ball rocketed down out of the sky, straight for the top of the gate.

Thunk!

The goblin upon it's perch suddenly pitched back, falling out of sight after being struck between the eyes. The ball disappeared.

"Damn!" cursed Tin Man, kicking at the ground.

"It's okay," Dotti said soothingly, stepping up behind the golfer, pressing her body to his back. She slid her hands around, grasping his cock and balls, stroking and fondling as she spoke: "You've got one more ball. Just remember what I said, imagine how good's that gonna feel when I let you do that . . . ."

Tin Man trembled, gave Dotti a casual grope on her thigh that made her squeal. The girl stepped back, and Tin Man dropped another ball to the ground. The air was quiet as Tin Man lined up his second and last shot. He took his time, cleared his mind, drew back the club, and—

Crack!

"Go, go, go!" chanted Dotti, quickly joined by the others as they watched the ball follow nearly the same path as before. Anxiety was telling on their faces as the ball sped down through the air . . . .

Clunk!

The cog was knocked loose, and without that tiny wheel holding the tension in the ropes attached to the drawbridge, the massive wooden portal suddenly lurched forward and toppled to the ground, unceremoniously crushing the gathering of goblins before it with a terrific impact. A huge cloud of dirt and dust exploded in all directions around the now-lowered drawbridge, along with a few helmets and weapons.

"You did it!" squealed Dotti, jumping into Tin Man's arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him. She smothered her mouth against his, kissing him deeply. Tin Man moaned softly.

Abruptly, Dotti jerked back, a surprised expression on her face. "Did I just feel a twitch?" she asked.

Tin Man blushed. "Uh, must have been an itch."

Dotti glanced down to where her groin was pressed against his. "Hmm, maybe it was just a glitch."

"Um, excuse me," interrupted Scarecrow. "But before you two get hitched, I think it's time to ditch."

Dotti rolled her eyes. "Oh, son of a—"

"He's right," Tin Man interrupted, setting Dotti on her feet. "There's no time to waste."

Dotti huffed, then grabbed her companions' hands. "All right, then, let's get that dildo!"

***

The Dom of the West huffed and fumed, pacing in her laboratory high within the tower. Her goblins routed by a single strike from, of all things, a golf ball. And now that displaced Kansas hussy and her friends were making their way up through the tower.

The Dom stopped her pacing, facing the door to her sanctum. They're coming, she thought, hearing a ruckus in the stairwell beyond the portal. Well, let them come. I am not helpless.

The door burst open under the kick of Scarecrow, slamming hard against the wall beside it. He jabbed a finger at the Dom in her polished leather finery, shoots of straw tumbling to the floor. "We've come for the cock!" he cried valiantly.

The Dom bristled, clutching the glossy ebony phallus at her side. "And what would you do with it, straw man? I didn't think your shaft bent in that direction."

Dotti stepped around Scarecrow, holding to a brave face even as she trembled inside. Tin Man and Lionel appeared in the doorway and took their places to either side of the straw man.

"You have something that belongs to me, Mrs. Gulp," Dotti said. "I'm here to take it, and your magic dildo."

The Dom sneered. "Oh? And what could that be?" she asked mockingly. Her other hand reached behind her back and produced a small silver orb. "Oh, look. What is this? TOTO? What a sweet little thing it is . . . ."

Dotti glared. "That's mine! Give it back!"

The Dom cackled. "You want it?" she baited, then jerked aside the narrow strip of leather the covered her sex, revealing snow-white pubic hair just above her smooth lips. Quickly, she pressed the silver TOTO against her pussy, and Dotti watched with horrified eyes as the little sphere was swallowed up inside the mature woman's tunnel. The Dom grinned, eyes fluttering as she felt the sensations within her.

Dotti gasped. "You . . . you . . . witch!" she cried, and darted forward.

"Dotti!" cried Tin Man in alarm. But his warning came too late. As Dotti charged the Dom, the leather-clad woman snapped up the magic dildo, aiming it at the girl. A gout of flame shot out, devouring the air between them. With a terrified scream, Dotti pitched to the side, just barely avoiding the long tongue of flame, and collided hard with a work table. She slumped to the floor, stunned.

"AHH!" screeched Scarecrow, waving his arm as flames began feeding hungrily. Soon, his entire arm was practically a bonfire. "Water!" her shrieked. "Water!"

"Here!" cried Lionel, finding a large bucket along the wall. Swiftly, he hurled its contents at Scarescrow, the water within dousing the flames. But more water surged out, splashing onto the Dom, coating her head to toe.

"Sprrtt!" spat the Dom, glaring at Dotti's companions. "You pathetic cretins," she breathed ominously. Ignoring the girl on the floor, the Dom advanced upon her friends, threatening with the dildo. "You know nothing! You're all pathetic! You're much-vaunted Wizard has sent you on a suicide mission!"

As the Dom ranted, Dotti sat up on the floor, settling a hand to her head. Her vision cleared after a moment, and she watched as, back to her, the Dom threatened her friends. From her vantage point, the girl could see the quick-release clasp on the back of the Dom's G-string. Dotti realized she had but one chance.

Scrambling to her feet, Dotti dashed forward, reaching out to the Dom's hips. A quick grip, then a jerk, and the G-string was ripped away.

"Wha-a-at!" screeched the Dom, whirling about, the fine silver hairs of her pussy revealed. She glared at Dotti. "You give that back!"

Dotti snickered, holding up the garment tantalizingly as she backed toward another table, this one practically uncluttered. "Come and get it," she teased. Beyond the Dom, Dotti could see her companions following the wicked woman, fanning about to surround her.

"You hussy!" growled the Dom, nearing as Dotti met the table behind her and hoisted herself atop it. The snow-haired woman began to spout more, but she stopped as Dotti fluttered up her skirt, revealing the glittering ruby panties.

The Dom stopped, transfixed by the sight of the glowing undergarments and the puffy vulva they barely covered. She did not notice as she was flanked by Lionel and Tin Man.

Dotti grinned, lifting and spreading her legs widely as she reached down and drew aside the gusset of the scarlet panties. Her flushed, pink-lipped pussy practically glowed. "You want it?"

The Dom whimpered a moment, her confidence wavering. Self-consciously, she licked her lips as she eyed Dotti's slick pussy, a trickle of wetness dribbling over the girl's perineum.

But just as the Dom dove face-first, Dotti rolled off the table. The strong hands of Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Lionel grabbed the leather-clad woman and hoisted her onto the table, throwing her down onto her back. They held her arms and legs, spreading them wide. Tin Man jerked the long, thick black dildo from the Dom's hand and tossed it to Dotti.

Coming up between the woman's spread thighs, Dotti stroked the impressive fake phallus as she fluttered her tongue about the head. Lifting her head from the table, the Dom watched the girl with a pained, needy expression.

"D-don't," begged the Dom weakly.

Dotti grinned, leaned over the table and bringing her face close to the Dom's exposed pussy. Sleek, slender lips fanned out from between slightly puffy vulva, glistening with tell-tale moisture. "Oh, I think I will," Dotti muttered, then lowered her face.

The Dom stiffened, jerking her head back as the girl began sucking and licking her. Dotti made loud smacking and slurping sounds as she feasted between the Dom's parted thighs. Her companions watched with varying degrees of interest as the raven-haired teen serviced the mature woman.

"Oh! Oh, no," sputtered Lionel, his cock twitching as he held the Dom's shoulders down.

Scarecrow was quick to direct. "In her mouth! Now!" he ordered.

Lionel quickly complied, jerking the Dom's head back, making her red-lipped mouth fall open. With a groan, he shoved his nearly-bursting cock past the woman's lips, all the way into her throat. The lion-man shook as he ejaculated, forcing the woman to devour his seed. The Dom's throat rippled as she swallowed automatically.

Dotti sucked the Dom's long, stiff clit, pulling it out from her sex, finally letting it go and watching it retract back into place. Licking her shiny lips, the girl pushed the broad head of the dildo against the opening of the Dom's pussy, watching as the pink lips within stretched and sucked upon the jet-colored intruder.

"Hmmmph!" groaned the Dom, her mouth still stuffed with Lionel's cock. She arched her back deeply, pushing down with her hips whilst simultaneously pressing her lips to the base of Lionel's dick.

"Oh-h-h-h, lord!" roared the lion-man, launching yet another salvo of pungent cream. But the Dom sputtered, pulling back, thick white cream flowing from her parted lips around Lionel's twitching cock. It splashed down her upturned face and into her hair, or splattered to the floor below.

With her palm against the base of the magic dildo, Dotti shoved the phallus deep inside the woman. She twisted back and forth, grinding, pushing.




The Wizard of Fuzz Ch. 02



"Mffaaaagghhh!" cried the Dom, screaming around Lionel's continuously ejaculating cock. As spurts of fluid splashed her chin, mouth and lower face, the Dom convulsed in orgasm, which was quickly followed by another, then another, and another . . . .

It wasn't long before the woman was thrashing uncontrollably upon the table, her legs spasming in the tight grips of Scarecrow and Tin Man. Her body writhed back and forth, her contorted face, dripping thickly from Lionel's semen, showing the nearly painful sensations she experienced.

"No! No! NO!" screamed the Dom, all but lifting her body off the table as she erupted yet again. Both the black dildo and the silver TOTO ball were forcefully ejected from her gushing cunt, and a spray of warm, bittersweet fluid splashed across Dotti's face. Wanting that one last triumph, Dotti shoved her face between the convulsing woman's thighs, sucking heartily upon her flowing pussy.

"Wh-what are you doing?" screeched the Dom as she shook. Her eyes flew open wide for a moment. "N-no! I-I'm melting! I-I-I'm melti-i-i-i-i-ng . . . ."

The four of them -- Dotti, Scarecrow, Tin Man and Lionel all took a step back from the table, watching as the wicked Dom of the West literally melted into a thick, green, gooey pile of sludge upon the table.

"Wuff!" exclaimed Dotti, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked to her companions and grinned, holding up the long black dildo in one hand and her treasured TOTO in the other. "We did it!"

"Uhn . . . a little too much . . . ."

All eyes looked to Lionel as he staggered back, clutching his groin. "Are you okay?" asked Tin Man, concerned.

Lionel's eyes crossed as he toppled back. "Oooo-wah!" he sputtered just before passing out on the floor.

***

The courtyard of the Emerald City was abuzz with excitement at the anticipation of the return of the unlikely heroes. Spotters high up upon the citadel's battlements had sighted Dotti and her friends as they returned along the Yellow Prick Road. By the time the foursome reached the massive jade doors, they found them open, a joyous reception awaiting beyond.

Beaming proudly, Dotti lead the way into the courtyard. Where once he had been rude, the doorman was now grinning as he took Dotti's hand. "You've impressed us quite sufficiently," he said. "By dealing with the Dom so efficiently."

Dotti smiled sweetly upon the lilliputian. "I feared we lacked proficiency," she admitted. "But we succeeded through our cogency."

"All hail Dotti!" boomed a deep voice. The haggard girl looked upon MC Horse as the large man stood upon his raised dais, thunderously clapping his hands together. The applause was soon echoed by all within the courtyard as Dotti and her friends climbed into a waiting carriage. The air was soon filled with singing:





The Wizard of Fuzz Ch. 02



"Oh, Dotti! Oh, my sweet! I can feel it coming right up from my feet!" Scarecrow gasped with rapture.

"Yes!" panted Dotti, slipping her wet mouth from Lionel's bobbing cock. She smacked her tight fist up and down Scarecrow's cock rapidly, her open mouth hovering just above the swelling, purple head. "Give it to me, give it to me! I want some! Give it to me, give it to me, gimme your cum!"

"Ahhh!" Scarecrow cried with pure ecstasy as he ejaculated, launching fountainous spurts of cream that flew into Dotti's mouth, splashed her chin and lips, and even streaked across her cheek onto her back. Dotti cooed and giggled as she watched the mighty eruption, then slid her mouth down Scarecrow's twitching shaft, sucking it tenderly.

Tin Man and Lionel shared amazed and inspired looks, grabbing hold of the girl from both ends. As the metal-skinned man began pumping in and out of Dotti's well-lubed anus, Lionel lifted her dripping face and invaded her mouth one more. Scarecrow languished in bliss beneath the girl, laughing in euphoria.

Smack-smack-smack! The erotic sound of Tin Man's balls slapping against Dotti's flushed pussy were matched only by the deep, muffled moans and squeals the girl made and Lionel's appreciative purrs. Finally, however, Tin Man's face contorted, and buried his cock to the hilt, quivering against Dotti's buttocks.

Tin Man only grunted as he came, but Dotti felt the warm gush of fluid deep in her bowels, a sensation she had never known before. Realizing that it was Tin Man's semen that warmed her, she came again as well, panting hotly against Lionel's groin.  

Tin Man remained shaking until his metallic seed had been fully spent, then slowly withdrew his slowly-softening cock from Dotti's rectum. "Boy, was that worth the wait," he muttered, stumbling back.

"Ooo," winced Dotti, pushing up for a moment, reaching back to her gaping anus. She giggled, feeling the muscles of her sphincter contract. Laboriously, she rolled onto her back, looking up at Lionel. Her face glistened with cum; which she rubbed into her cheeks and neck, licked her fingers.

"You're turn, sweetie," she urged. "Can the cat man do?"

Lionel chuckled, then pounced onto the bed, whipping around atop Dotti. She willing lifted and held her legs open wide as Lionel aimed his cock for the shiny pink entrance of her tunnel. With perfect precision, he slid into Dotti's snug, wet sheath, grinding against her pussy.

"How's this for an answer?" he growled, pumping away inside the girl.

Dotti whimpered and panted in pleasure, clutching Lionel's muscular arms. Her feet kicked in the air, her head thrashed back and forth on the bed. Beside them on the bed, Tin Man and Scarecrow watched in interest as they recovered.

"I say he loses it first," quipped Scarecrow.

Tin Man shook his head. "Nah. I say Dotti will burst."

It was not long for either the lion-man or the eager girl beneath him. Lionel slapped his hips against Dotti time and again, baring his fangs as he neared orgasm. Dotti stared up at his feral face, her own starkly blushed.

"Yes-yes-yes!" she squealed, humping back against him.

"Yes-yes-yes!" echoed Lionel, then he suddenly lurched forward, buried to the hilt, his body vibrating for a moment, mouth hanging slack and eyes bulging. Then, just as a mighty roar signaled his long-awaited orgasm, Dotti screeched as well, locking her legs tightly around his waist.

Tin Man and Scarecrow watched in awe and amazement as the two trembled together, sharing their most explosive orgasms yet. They rolled and ground against one another until the tremors subsided. Gulping for air, Lionel rolled onto the bed beside Dotti, his entire groin saturated.

Dotti lay blinking for a few moments, then sat up with a thoroughly satisfied sigh. "Wuff!"

The three men all laughed. "Not to shoddy," Tin Man said.

Scarecrow nodded. "Well, with that body . . . ."

"What do you think, Dotti?" asked Lionel.

Dotti grinned. "I think I wanna scrump again."

The three men voiced their approval with enthusiasm, then pounced upon the giggling girl.

***

It was late the following morning when the four companions met the Wizard of Fuzz upon the roof of the Emerald City's citadel. Coming up from the spiraling stairway and into a stiff wind, their eyes bulged as they beheld—

"It's huge!"

"Enormous!"

"Gosh, that's the biggest dick I've ever seen!"

Scarecrow cocked his head. "Yeah, and the balloon's pretty big, too," he quipped.

Willie the Wizard grinned upon seeing his guests, and stepped from the basket moored beneath the gigantic hovering phallus. The cock-shaped balloon had been heavily patched with multi-colored fabric, yet it held the heated air being jetted up within it by the Dom of the West's fire-spitting black dildo. The Wizard had secured the toy atop the basket, beneath the wide blow-hole.

"My friends!" he beamed, approaching the foursome. "I hope you got some rest, Dotti, because it's going to be a long and bumpy ride."

Dotti snickered slightly, glancing to the blushing faces of her lovers. "Spent the entire night in bed," she said.

"Good!" exclaimed the Wizard, clapping his hands together. Behind, the moorings creaked as the strong winds buffeted the balloon. "Well, we'd better take advantage of this wind if we want to make it over the rainbow again."

Dotti's smile faded slightly. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Just let me say good-bye," she said, and turned to her friends.

"Scarecrow, you were the first friend I made in Fuzz, and I'll never forget you for that. I'm so glad I could help you get your passion back." She hugged the straw man tightly, her eyes welling with tears.

Scarecrow fought back his own tears with a sniffle. "Good-bye, Dotti, I'll really miss you."

With a kiss to Scarecrow's lips, Dotti stepped to the next man.

"Tin Man, no matter what happens, you have a wonderful club and a perfect swing. Don't ever lose them again."

The metal man managed a smile as they hugged. "All I will ever have to do is think of you, and they'll be there," he said. "Take care of yourself, Dotti."

She kissed Tin Man sweetly and stepped away.

"Lionel," she said affectionately, her watery eyes dripping. "My fuzzy-wuzzy lion-man. I'm really happy that you got your—"

"C'mere, Dotti," Lionel growled with a grin, pulling Dotti to him for a passionate, deep kiss. The girl squealed but gave in readily, wrapping her arms and legs around Lionel and returning his kisses with enthusiasm.

Tin Man and Scarecrow exchanged somewhat embarrassed looks. The Wizard tapped his watch and cleared his throat loudly.

Finally, Lionel broke the kiss and set a dazed Dotti on her feet. He winked to the others. "Now that's how you say good-bye," he said with a smirk.

"Oh, my," breathed Dotti, then she smoothed out her skirt and re-tied her blouse. Composing herself, she addressed the Wizard once more. "Okay, um, I'm ready."

The Wizard smiled fondly upon the pretty girl, thinking, it'll take most of a day to get back to the real world. Good thing the floor of the basket is padded. He took Dotti's arm and lead her to the basket. "All set, then? You have everything?"

Dotti nodded, patting herself down. "Yep. Skirt, blouse, Ruby Panties . . ." she paused, slipping a hand between her legs, beneath the crimson underthings. "I even got my TOTO, right where it belongs -- whoops!"

The Wizard turned back just as he stepped into the basket of the balloon. He saw the silver orb fall from under Dotti's skirt and bounce down the gang plank.

"Oh, Gosh!" cried Dotti. "TOTO! Come back here!" Instinctively, she jogged after her treasured toy.

Tin Man stooped to pick up the rolling ball, holding it up as Dotti raced toward him. He smiled. "Can't forget this," he said.

Dotti blushed, took the orb, rewarding Tin Man with another kiss. "Gosh, no!" she exclaimed. "It's gonna be a long tr—"

"Dotti!" yelled the Wizard anxiously, just the snapping of ropes could be heard. A particularly strong gust of wind pulled viciously at the balloon, jerking it away from the platform. The wizard stumbled as the basket rocked backward, beginning to pull away. The little half-door slammed closed, latching automatically.

"Willie!" shrieked Dotti, running back up the shallow ramp. But the final line snapped under the strain of the wind, and abruptly, the phallic-shaped balloon was jerked away, as if snatched by a giant invisible hand. The shocked face of Willie the Wizard stared at Dottie as the man was born high and away.

"I'm sorry, Dotti!" he called. "I'm sorry-y-y-y!"

Dotti fell to her knees, weeping. Scarecrow, Tin Man and Lionel came up behind her, crouching as they consoled the crying girl.

"There, there, Dotti, it's all right," soothed Scarecrow, wiping away her tears with his fingers.

"But it's not all right," she insisted with a sniffle. "As much as I know I'm gonna miss you, all of you, I belong at home. But now I'll never get back."

The three men offered sympathetic words and hugs as the girl shuddered with emotion.

"Well, why don't you just go home, then?" asked a tittering, familiar voice.

Four heads turned to see Deanna, the Good Dom of the North, as she landed within her bubble. It popped wetly, and the woman gave Dotti a sweet smile.

"Wh-what do you mean?" asked Dotti, confused. She sniffled one last time. "Didn't you see what happened? The Wizard's gone! He was gonna take me home, but he's gone! He was the only chance I had!"

Deanna trilled, shaking her head. "Oh, of course not, Dotti," she said. "You've had the power to go home all along. It's right there, between your legs."

Dotti frowned, glancing down. "My coochie?" she asked dubiously.

"I think she means the Ruby Panties," Scarecrow muttered in her ear.

"Oh!" exclaimed Dotti, then realized what he -- and the Good Dom -- meant. "You mean . . . the panties can take me home?"

Deanna beamed. "Why, of course!"

Dotti suddenly glared at the redheaded woman and shoved herself to her feet. "And you didn't tell me before?" she shrieked. "You mean, the moment I put these damn things on, I could have just whisked myself home? I didn't have to get almost smashed by pomegranate titty-trees, knocked out in a poppy field, stuff a friggin' horse cock up my cooch, get insulted by little ugly guys with bad accents, get shot at by arrows, and dildo a wicked dom to death? What kind of Good Dom are you?"

Deanna frowned. "I thought you knew. Didn't you want to help your friends?"

Admonished, Dotti's anger vanished. She looked to her friends with apologetic smiles. "Yeah, I did," she said. "I'm sorry, guys."

The three men stood and hugged the girl in turn. "It's all right, Dotti," Scarecrow said. "Your outburst was just a function of frustration and ignorance, compiled by fatigue and—"

Dotti placed her hand over Scarecrow's mouth. "A simple 'I forgive you' will be enough."

Scarecrow smiled. "I forgive you," he said.

Dotti patted the straw man's cheek, turned back to Deanna. "Okay, so, how do I do this? Click my heels three times or something?"

Deanna rolled her eyes. "They're Ruby Panties, young one. Not ruby slippers."

"Oh. Right."

Deanna stepped closer and casually lifted Dotti's skirt, exposing the girl's sparkling undergarments, and took Dotti's hand. She pushed the teenager's hand against her sex. "All you have to do is masturbate through the panties and say, 'I want to cum home.'"

Dotti looked surprised. "That's it?" she asked.

Deanna stepped back. "That's it."

"Um . . . okay," Dotti said, looking around. Lacking for a better place, she sat down on the cool emerald floor of the citadel and lay back, pushing her skirt up over her waist. The others all gathered around, seating themselves comfortably as they watched the girl.

Dotti slid her legs apart and began rubbing her pussy through the silky scarlet fabric. She felt pleasant tingles that seemed to concentrate directly over her stiffening clitoris. Soon, Dotti's eyes fluttered closed in pleasure. She slipped her other hand within her blouse, tweaking and pinching her nipples as she masturbated. Her hips rolled in small circles as her desire to cum increased. Even with the stiff winds sweeping across the top of the citadel, the aroma of her aroused young sex was heady and cloying.

"That's it, Dotti, you're doing it!" encouraged Tin Man.

"Oh, yes, she certainly is," cooed Deanna.

"Come on, Dotti!"

"Cum!"

"Cum!"

"CUM!"

Dotti found herself reaching the apex of pleasure faster than before, and gasped as the first tremors of orgasm began. Whimpering and panting, she arched her back deeply, her hand furious blur against her sweet pussy.

"I . . . I . . . I WANT TO CUM HOME!" she wailed, just as she exploded in orgasm.

Epilogue: The Wettest Dream of All?

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!"

Abruptly, however, the girl paused as she sat up, looking around in confusion. Wuff! Serious déjà vu . . . didn't I do all this already?

Her eyes wandered down her naked body, to the sleek, slippery lips of her sex. She nearly expected to see . . . something there, though she was not sure what.

Dotti shook her head and jumped up, finding the clothes she had laid out for the night. A tiny skirt, a white blouse she tied beneath her firm breasts. She touched up her makeup, made a kissing motion at her own reflection in the vanity mirror.

"Perfect," she said, standing from the vanity. She paused a moment, flashes of images dancing through a haze in her mind.

Weird, she thought to herself, heading for the door. That was one strange dream . . . .

-finis-