Story: Tales of Miyuki-Chan in Wonderland (all chapters)

Miyuki-chan in North Pole Land!

Hearing her parents leave the room Miyuki fought back a smile, the brown haired young woman continuing to pretend she was asleep for a few moments more. Once she was sure they were gone Miyuki carefully turned on her light, trying to be silent as she saw the waiting Christmas stocking loaded up with candy, just like every year.

"This is one of my favorite traditions," Miyuki murmured happily, taking the stocking and carefully spilling it out onto the bedspread. There were candy canes, chocolate snowballs, foil wrapped treats and small toys, all waiting for the morning snacking to begin.

About to set the stocking aside Miyuki frowned thoughtfully, feeling a weight in the end of the red stocking. She peered inside to see a glint of something, then reached inside, feeling about with her fingers. Carefully she grasped something in the bottom, a elusive shape, then suddenly she was yanked into the stocking!

"Waaah!" Miyuki cried out in alarm as she was suddenly falling, cold air rushing over her pajamas. "Why do these things always have to happen to me!" she wailed, looking around frantically for something to grab onto.

Wumph!

Miyuki landed on a pile of something soft, sprawled out as she shook her head dazedly. Sitting up she looked around, soon realizing she had fallen into a bin full of teddy bears. Quickly she climbed out of the small bin, looking around her in awe even as she tried to figure out exactly where she was and what was going to happen to her now. Stretching out around her were bins, each one filled with a different type of toy. Bears, dolls, cars, and dozens of others, they all were waiting for some unnamed purpose.

"Are you all right, dear?" the quiet voice asked pleasantly from right behind her.

"Eeep," Miyuki whirled around, blinking in surprise as she saw the woman standing there. Her hair was pure silver, but despite her age she looked beautiful, blue eyes twinkling as she looked Miyuki over thoughtfully. She wore a long red coat trimmed in fur, glossy leather boots sticking out the bottom and white gloves.

Smoothly she stepped up to Miyuki's side, her breath showing in the cold air as she added, "You must be cold dressed in those cute pajamas."

"Y-yes," Miyuki stammered realizing that it was bitingly cold in the large room. "Who are you?" she asked her weakly, blinking as the taller woman slid a fur clad arm over her shoulders and leading her towards a nearby door.

"Mrs. Clause, of course," she said mildly, her arm tightening around Miyuki as she opened the door, going into a much more cozy room. A fire burned in the fireplace, a pot of tea waiting nearby for anyone who needed it.

"I'm in another strange place, again," Miyuki softly sighed as Mrs. Clause parked her in front of the fire to warm up.

"You're at Santa's workshop at the north pole," Mrs. Clause confirmed cheerfully, studying Miyuki. Then without a further word she stepped forward and began to unbutton Miyuki's top!

"Hey!" Miyuki protested, trying to grab at her hands, surprised at how easily the woman could bat her hands aside.

"You can't keep wearing that," Mrs. Clause purred, "you'll freeze."

"But..." Miyuki started then squealed as her pants were yanked down.

"Bear panties," Mrs. Clause chuckled at the little cartoon, "that's so cute." In a second she got her top and bottoms off, the returned with a fur lined bundle. "Here," her fingers lingered on Miyuki's hands as she passed the clothes over, "they should fit."

"Thank you," the fiercely blushing Miyuki pulled the clothes on, blinking a bit at the oddness. The mini-skirt barely covered her bottom, while the top was so brief her breasts strained the cloth, yet oddly the clothes were keeping her toasty warm. "How...?" she looked up at Mrs. Clause.

The older woman laughed softly, her eyes roaming over Miyuki's slim body. "It's a special quality of the clothes," she murmured as she stepped nearer, her impressive bust brushing against Miyuki, "keeps us all nice and warm."

'Uh oh,' Miyuki thought, recognizing the predatory look in the beautiful older woman's eyes.

A hand cupped Miyuki's chin as Mrs. Clause purred, "You know, since Nicky retired I've been so lonely up here..."

"Uh, I..." Miyuki stammered.

Before she could move a gentle hand was on her bottom, Mrs. Clause's other hand around her shoulders as she kissed her hungrily. A hand tugged up the bottom of her skirt to stroke Miyuki's panty clad bottom, then the other slid around to squeeze a firm breast.

"Sorry!" With practiced ease Miyuki squirmed out of her grip, bolting out the door even as she called over her shoulder, "Thanks for the clothes!"

"You are not getting away that easy," the breathless Mrs. Clause said as she hurried after her.

Miyuki raced through the toy warehouse, trying to see how she had gotten here in the first place, but there seemed to be nothing unusual. 'Another door,' Miyuki noticed, silently debating if she should go inside.

"Miyuki-chan!" Mrs. Clause called, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you!"

'Got to be better than here,' Miyuki thought, opening the door and running in. She turned and latched the door before leaning against it head first.

"Well, well," a new voice cooed, "what have we here?"

'Why didn't I check to see if there was someone here?' Miyuki thought despairingly as she spun around, looking around wildly.

The room was filled with elves, probably the ones that worked in Santa's workshop, but they weren't what she was expecting. Instead of pint sized little men they were adult women, all gorgeous looking, and all wearing little bikini shorts and matching tops.

"I think we've got a Christmas present this year," a tall, redheaded elf drawled, looking at Miyuki like she was some tasty morsel.

Before Miyuki could react a petite blonde stepped forward, pressing her lips to Miyuki's and stealing her breath. Another laughed, "Hey, I wanted to be first."

"Don't worry, I'm sure there's enough to go around," the blonde smiled, sliding a hand up Miyuki's thigh.

Kicking her legs Miyuki wiggled free, wheeling around to open the door. Bolting forward she was stopped almost immediately by something soft. "Well," Mrs. Clause laughed, Miyuki's face pressed between her breasts, "I didn't know you were so eager."

"Miyuki?" an Elf asked, eyes twinkling, "So cute!"

"Eeep," dodging both of their attempts to grab her Miyuki raced forward, brown hair flying as she looked over her shoulder to see if she was being followed.

Crash!

"Oweee," the white haired young woman dressed in a matching outfit to Miyuki's looked up at her from where they fell to the floor, Miyuki awkwardly sprawled on top of her.

"Christine?" Miyuki blinked, recognizing the daughter of Santa Clause that she had met last year. 'I thought it was just a dream,' she mentally whimpered, 'guess not.'

"Hello, Miyuki-chan," Christine smiled as she helped them both up, blue eyes twinkling.

"Miyuki!" They could hear both Mrs. Clause and the elves looking for her, as well as occasionally squabbling over who got her first.

"Uh oh," Christine sighed, "guess I should have made sure to be here when you arrived, huh?" Smoothly she drew her toward the sitting room Miyuki had been in with Mrs. Clause, then opened another door to reveal a hallway and stairs.

"Where are we going?" Miyuki asked, mildly thankful that Christine wasn't mauling her or trying to pull her clothes off. 'Yet,' she added mentally.

"My room," Christine said as she led Miyuki upstairs. "I'm just glad my sisters Claudia, Chloe, Constance, and Crystal aren't home, or I'd have to share."

"What am I doing here?" Miyuki asked tiredly as she entered the comfortable looking bedroom, the bed made and obviously tidied up for a guest.

"I'm sorry," Christine sat on the side of the bed and gave her a sheepish grin. "I kind of summoned you here," she admitted, "I couldn't get you out of my mind, and I really wanted to see you again." She frowned, "But the North American deliveries took me longer than expected, and I wasn't here when you arrived."

"Ah," Miyuki blinked. Oddly, she felt sort of complimented that the beautiful woman hadn't been able to forget about their earlier encounter... 'Not that I could, either,' she admitted, blushing.

A slow smile appeared on Christine's face, "Did you like the present I left you?"

Miyuki blushed fiercely, covering her face with her hands. Christine had left her a vibrator last year, one that she thankfully had been able to hide before her parents saw it. "Yes, I liked it," she admitted.

Christine patted the side of the bed invitingly. "I have another present for you," she fingered the laces that held her red leather top closed, "if you'd like to help me unwrap it."

Miyuki met Christina's eyes and was struck by the caring there, the gentleness. Despite her obvious desire she was letting Miyuki make the decision... "I'd like that," Miyuki answered, walking over to her side.

"This could be the best Christmas ever," she said as Christina pulled Miyuki into a kiss.

Never The End...

Notes: This is a direct sequel to Miyuki-chan in Christmas-Land, a earlier fic that I did. I originally was going for a adulty fic, but the general cuteness of the Miyuki-chan series won me over in the end.

Miyuki-Chan in Halloween Land!

On Halloween night Miyuki clutched her pillow to her chest, the pretty young woman watching the film on TV with wide eyes. ‘I’ve been waiting to see this horror movie forever,’ the pajama clad girl thought, ‘and it’s as scary as everyone said!’

The climatic scene finally began, the adventurer bursting into the lead villains’ parlor. The camera swept past old furnishings and over shadowed corners to reach where the Count waited. The shadowy figure stood by the fire, the heroine pulled close as the Count bent to press a red lipped mouth to her neck.

‘Oooh,’ Miyuki bent forward to watch then gasped in surprise. The heroine was her, somehow! Then the Count looked up, her lips curving up into a smile as her hand shot out of the TV to grab Miyuki’s arm, yanking her forward.

“Oh no, not again,” Miyuki wailed as she fell into the tv, swirling lights flashing around her as she felt like she was dropping from a great height. Finally she hit the surprisingly soft ground with a thump.

“Yup, again,” Miyuki groaned, rising to brush her pajamas off as she took in her surroundings.

The mists covering the ground made it hard to see, but Miyuki quickly figured out she was in a large cemetery. Tombstones and monuments stretched off towards a tall, iron fence, the grass that covered the ground thick and soft. There was no sign of any people, just the faint glow of light off to the north.

“Eeep,” Miyuki hopped aside as the ground beneath her shifted slightly. The green turf tore as delicate hands appeared, pulling the earth aside so that a figure could rise, soon standing by Miyuki in the bright moonlight.

“Ah, it’s nice to get out of there,” the redhead groaned, her breasts bouncing beneath her ragged clothes as she stretched.

“You.. You came out of the ground,” Miyuki stammered in shock as she looked at the pretty woman in shock.

“Of course,” she said cheerfully, “that’s what we undead do.” She looked herself over critically, “I wish my clothes had held up better, but other than that I’m pretty well preserved.” She looked Miyuki over too, “And you look heavenly.”

“What’s going on?” Miyuki gasped as the undead gracefully moved to her side.

“It’s been so long since we’ve had a living person here,” she purred in Miyuki’s ear, “and I have so many hungers to satisfy.”

“Ah!” Miyuki gasped as her breasts were fondled through her pajamas then broke free. “Excuse me,” she said and bolted for the north.

Racing through the cemetery Miyuki saw the graves shift and the ground burst open, undead rising as she passed. Beautiful women of all shapes and sizes rose from the damp earth, their ragged clothes unable to conceal full, lovely flesh underneath.

‘What is this,’ Miyuki wondered, thankful the undead didn’t seem to be able to move fast, ‘the cemetery for swimsuit models?’

The dim light Miyuki had spotted came from the porch of a gothic mansion built on the edge of the cemetery, a massive structure that was entirely dark other than the single light. Painted some dark color it looked pure black in the moonlight, the pointed tips of the roof looking like fangs in the darkness.

‘There’s probably more trouble inside,’ Miyuki thought then looked back at the slowly moving army of lovely undead, ‘but it’s better than out here.’

Miyuki grasped the doorknob, glad to see that it was unlocked. She went in then turned the bolt, leaning up against the door with a relieved sigh. Then she cried out in alarm as a chilling breeze ran over her legs!

Like the mists outside she rose from the floor, her body made up of swirling white. The ghost smiled, hands running up Miyuki’s legs to grab at the top of her pajama bottoms, then yanked them down in a sudden motion.

“Stop that,” Miyuki cried as she tried to hit the ghost but her hand went right through, striking nothing.

Then the ghost reached for the bunny print panties, her smile sweetly wicked. Quickly untangling her legs from her pajamas Miyuki bolted, praying that the ghost couldn’t follow as she hurried deeper into the dark building.

“Aww,” the ghost pouted before clutching the still warm pajama bottoms to her and fading away.

Miyuki headed down the hall and peered into different rooms, hoping to find some clothes or even a light switch. Strangely she wasn’t able to find either, only the moonlight coming in through the windows lighting up furniture covered in blankets and the dusty floor.

“This doesn’t make sense,” Miyuki muttered, “how can there be a porch light on but no power or lights inside?”

“Wurf!” the sound came from the darkness.

“Oh no,” Miyuki started when the dog bounded out of the darkness, knocking her over and perching on her chest. Miyuki moaned involuntarily as paws landed on nipples made hard by the chill air, then squealed in alarm as the dog began lapping at her face.

With a hot tongue the dog lapped at one cheek then the other, wiggling it’s lean body against the fiercely struggling Miyuki. She tried to bat it away or push it off but the dog was far too heavy, it’s muscular body keeping her pinned as it thoroughly kissed her.

Finally the dog relented and backed off, standing in the full moon light as it studied her. It was far too large for a normal dog and Miyuki realized it had to be a wolf...even as it began to gradually change. Fur pulled into flesh as the wolf’s body stretched, muzzle reshaping itself as all it’s muscle and body was gradually poured into a new form.

“Hoeee?” Miyuki gasped weakly.

“How did you like my kiss hello, cutie?” the brown haired woman smiled as she crawled over to where Miyuki was still sprawled on the ground.

“You changed, how..?” Miyuki gasped as the werewolf pulled at her pajama top, tugging down one side.

“It’s the full moon, sweetness,” she sounded amused as she pressed her lips to Miyuki’s bra covered breasts. “I could feel these under my paws,” the werewolf added sexily, “it was such a turn on!”

“IT’s cold, that’s all,“ Miyuki gasped as she wiggled free of the girl’s grip. “Excuse me,” she called, reluctantly abandoning her pajama top and fleeing.

“Well, damn,” the werewolf said, disappointed.

Searching frantically Miyuki found a door, whipping it open then turning the deadbolt to lock it behind her. Turning Miyuki saw stairs going upward, and with a reluctant sigh she headed up, shivering a bit in just her bra and panties.

The upper floor was one large parlor, light by a roaring fire and candles scattered around. Unlike the rest of the house it looked well maintained, the floors clean and the furniture seeing regular use. A figure stood by the fireplace, drinking something from a glass as her eyes pierced Miyuki easily.

“Sorry to intrude,” Miyuki said weakly.

“Enter freely and of your own will,” the voice purred, “sweetheart.”

“Ah, right,” Miyuki moved forward warily, looking at the other woman.

The lady was tall, her raven black hair combed back from a lovely face. Her blue eyes almost seemed to glow in the firelight, the suit she wore of the deepest midnight black. She took a drink from her goblet, her skin purest white against the dark of her clothes.

“Could you tell me the way out of here?” Miyuki asked nervously as she stood near the other woman.

Ignoring that the woman put down her wineglass, “I am the Count Nosferatu.”

“Shouldn’t it be Countess?” Miyuki offered nervously.

“I prefer Count,” Nosferatu stroked Miyuki’s cheek with a chilly hand, “what’s your name, beautiful?”

“Miyuki,” she stammered, shivering at her cold touch. Her eyes widened as she realized why the Counts touch as so cold, she was a vampire! Pulling free Miyuki ran back the way she came...only to see three familiar figures, the undead, ghost and werewolf she had encountered earlier that night.

“I do know where the keys are,” the werewolf smiled, “you aren’t getting away that easily, sweetness.”

“Hold her,” the Count ordered as Nosferatu strode forward, her red-lined cape swirling around her like wings.

“Eek,” Miyuki squealed as she was grasped, the three monsters taking certain liberties in the process. “Watch the hands,” Miyuki slapped uselessly at the perverted ghost girl.

Cupping Miyuki’s face in her hands Nosferatu purred, “Don’t worry, it will only hurt a moment.” Her smile widened as she continued, “Then, there will only be pleasure for us both.”

“Let me go,” Miyuki struggled and kicked, only showing off how nice looking her bare legs really were.

“Can we have her when you’re done?” the undead asked eagerly.

“Of course,” Nosferatu purred as she surprisingly dropped to her knees in front of Miyuki. She reached out to gently caress the now wet crotch of Miyuki’s panties then she gracefully tugged them down.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Miyuki squealed.

“You didn’t think I was going to bite you on the neck did you?” Nosferatu grinned. Looking at Miyuki’s mound she smiled, fangs gleaming as she added, “It looks delicious.”

“No,” Miyuki whimpered as the vampire lunged forward. There was a flash of deep pain then a surge of pleasure that nearly dropped Miyuki to the floor too...

...with a gasping cry Miyuki tumbled from the couch, sprawling on the floor in front on the couch. Swiftly taking stock of her surroundings she puffed out a relieved sigh, “It was all just a strange dream!”

Picking herself off the floor Miyuki failed to notice her pajamas were still gone, not to mention the red mark on her panties...almost as if she had been cut down there. She left the room as Nosferatu watched from the TV screen, licking at lips tinted with blood.

Never the End...

Notes: Inspired by the classic movie monsters, the undead, ghosts, werewolves and vampires. Since every world that Miyuki-chan travels to is filled with sexy babes I figured her ‘horror’ world would be similar, so all the monsters are gorgeous babes.