Dorothy Does Oz: The Complete Story

By Aimee Nichon

Dorothy returns to Oz, somewhat older and a lot wiser. On her journey down the yellow brick road, she meets Scarecrow, Tin Man and Lion. Scarecrow is missing a vital bit of anatomy, Tin Man has no feeling in his, Lion is well-endowed, as the King of Beasts should be but has lousy manners. Together, they're off to seek the help of the Wizard. Includes all five parts previously published separately.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aimee Nichon
• Release date: Jun 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311761545

Aimee Nichon

Twenty-something. I love the big city, bright lights, and of course the yellow brick road. Majoring in English (of course). I write for fun, although a little profit wouldn't be bad. My stories are light-hearted and a little naughty. The experts all say write from experience. Well, I've never actually been to Oz, but . . .

Book preview

Dorothy Does Oz

By Aimee Nichon

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2015 Aimee Nichon

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

This is a work of fiction for adults only. All the human characters depicted are over 18. Non-human characters are of a mature age for their species.

Part One: Over the Rainbow, Under the Munchkins

I stood in front of the mirror inspecting myself. I know that's vanity, and Auntie Em says we should avoid vanity. Appearances aren't important; it's what's inside that counts; blah, blah, blah. I like thinking about appearances, and I usually like my appearance, and I especially liked my appearance that summer morning. I had just bathed and felt sparkly all over. I found my silky white blouse, slipped it on, and buttoned it. It was a very thin and clingy thing, hugging my titties so you could see my nipples right through it. -- especially when I touched them just a little bit and made them hard. I know Auntie Em would disapprove of that, too.

I pulled on my blue jumper. It had straps that covered my nipples so I looked more respectable, although I don’t know if Auntie Em would think so since it was cut so short, almost up to my hiney. She treats me like a little kid, even though I'm old enough to do whatever I want. Still in all, she's got her strong opinions and it's her house, so I figured I probably shouldn’t let her see me. I fumbled through my drawer for my blue panties, but couldn't find them. I suppose I could have worn a different color but I so hate not matching. Auntie Em would have had a real hissy fit if she found out about that.

I combed my hair and hurried outdoors into the eerie stillness. Toto followed, yipping as though he were Auntie Em chiding me about the way I was dressed. The sky had that spooky gray color that it gets when some nasty weather is going to happen. I probably should have stayed close to home, but I had told Timmy and George and Brad that I could get some tonic for us to share this afternoon, and I was determined to get it.

It was almost a mile to where the Professor had his wagon, filled with remedies and tonics of all sorts. Lots of people said the Professor was a quack who wasn’t really a professor and didn’t know anything about medicine. I don’t know what my favorite tonic was meant to cure, but a few sips of it made me feel all loose and giggly and want to do what Timmy and George and Brad wanted to do.

The wagon was a ramshackle old thing with a big sign on top that said: 'Professor Wonder’s Marvelous Tonics'. Professor Wonder was sitting in a rickety chair in front of the wagon. He was a little man, as rickety as his chair, and sort of ugly with an icky grin.

Nice day, he said as I approached.

It isn’t really. It’s dark and gray and spooky.

Think positive.

Okay, it’s a fine day. I’d like a bottle of your tonic, I said when I stood before him. It’s for my Auntie Em.

Which tonic would that be?

The one that makes you feel all loose and giggly and want to do fun things. At least that’s how Auntie Em described it.

That would be Tonic Number 11. He reached into the wagon and pulled out a large bottle with a number eleven on it. He poured a bit into a small cup and handed it to me.

I quickly drank it.

That’s it, I said. I mean it’s just like Auntie Em said. I’d like a bottle please."

He refilled my cup and handed it to me. Are you 18?

I certainly am, I answered. As a matter of fact, today’s my birthday.\

Happy birthday. That’ll be five dollars.

It was only three last time, I said.

Pharmaceuticals. Got to outpace inflation you know.

I don’t have five dollars, I answered.

He grinned that icky grin and said, I wonder what we can do about that.

I said to myself: We’ll do an extra two dollars worth of what we did last time, of course. I reached up and pushed one strap of my jumper off my shoulder, then the other. He stared at my titties, his eyes looking like they might pop right out of his head. Then he pushed both hands against them and began to fondle them roughly. My nipples grew hard in spite of his rough touch and his icky grin. I squirmed and pushed back against his hands.

After a few minutes, he took his hands off my titties. With one hand he reached down and lifted the front of my jumper. With the other he began to rub my special place, exploring with his stubby finger.

I could see that his thing was hard, pushing against his trousers. I reached down and put my hand on it and began to massage it through his trousers He began to sweat and make little groany sounds, As I continued to rub him he put his hands back on my titties and began squeezing them until they hurt. I unbuttoned his trousers and slipped my hand through the opening until I found his thing. I held it tight and stroked harder and harder. At last, with a shudder, it spurted.

He dropped his hands and I pulled my straps up over my shoulders. He was struggling to get his trousers buttoned, looking sort of embarrassed now. He handed me his handkerchief and I wiped off my hand. But his grin was back again as he handed me the bottle of tonic.

I hope this will make your auntie feel better, he said with a laugh.

Oh,I'm sure it will, I answered, turning away from him. Let’s go, Toto.

The sky was much darker now, and the wind was blowing frightfully. I walked as fast as I could, but