Disclaimer: The characters of this chapter are under an intense mind altering magical influence, their actions being done outside of a fantasy world are in no way every condoned.
Oliver had just barely managed to escape the Humpy Egg's grasp after she'd stopped for a breather; which hadn't come until after their fourth round. Oliver could handle it mind you, but the iron grip she'd been keeping on him had started to hurt, and he needed to find his party. He headed back for the buildings, though they were all silent and empty, hoping he would find his friends around them; though he wasn't eve sure these buildings were the same ones his party had been next to during the teleportation fiasco.
Shortly after reaching them, he'd found himself a guide in the form of a mamono; evidently fully sated already, as she didn't attack Oliver, and was actively trying to help him. She was short, hardly taller than the Humpty Egg had been, definitely still of the loli monster girl class. She had soft, pale skin, long brown hair, and tired eyes that kept drifting shut as she walked.
She was wearing thin, purple pajamas that weren't quite closed, allowing Oliver to see her flat chest and white panties if he glanced; not that he was looking. She also had many mouse-like features, such as brown mouse ears matching her hair, a tail, and fur around her wrists and ankles. When asked for her name, she told him that she was a Dormouse, and continued to lead Oliver through the streets, telling him she knew the way.
Oliver had never heard of this breed before, and as such didn't notice anything wrong. Gabrielle would have likely used holy chains to lock the mouse loli in place and booked it in the opposite direction, as the white mage had read about Dormouse, and knew that they didn't hunt their victims: they tricked their victims into hunting them. A passive aura of lust and desire to fuck that chipped away at the target, filling them with the desire to rape the innocent looking Dormouse.
Carver, as it happened, was running into a similar issue on the other side of Wonderland. He was currently lost in the forest, and he too had found a guide. She looked mostly like a human girl with blonde hair and a blue and white patterned dress. Her eyes were pure blue as well, and she wore white stockings that went up to just above her knee, with tiny black shoes.
Her long tail, which ended in a heart shape, semi-curved horns, pointed ears, and bat-like wings gave her away as a mamono, but a combination of her lacking to attack him, and her civilized appearance threw him off. She even had little bows tied around the ends of her wings. Her chibi form seemed to enforce a desire to protect her into the heavy knight, despite her technically being the guide.
She didn't seem to mind this of him though, giving him loving, affectionate hugs and insisting on calling him 'Big brother' as they walked. She held his hand as they went, and Carver found it oddly calming. When he asked her name, she simply giggled and introduced herself as Alice. Like the Dormouse, Alice was actually the monster girl breed's name; and any mage would recognize them as a powerful breed of succubus.
Unlike the Dormouse though, the Alice was genuinely trying to help Carver. She, like all members of her species, was legitimately ignorant of all things sexual, completely unaware that they let off a lustful aura like the Dormouse. Theirs, however, went through stages. The first had already gotten Carver, making him admire and wish to protect her as though he were his own little sister, helped along by the Alice's instinctual desire to view all human males as their big brother. And it wouldn't take long for the second stage to kick in.
Oliver started to notice that the Dormouse had been leading him in circles, but his growing lust made it hard to focus on that. He hadn't noticed that she'd actually fallen asleep minutes ago, as her breed could still walk and even hold conversations for awhile after they slept. He asked her if they could stop for a bit, his plan being to quickly duck behind one of the buildings and rub one out so he could think, but this time the Dormouse didn't reply.
Looking closer, Oliver realized now that she was asleep. A bit of anger at the mamono began to form, mostly as a result of the aura driving him onward. He wanted to make her pay for wasting his time, but still he tried to resist it. In his lust-infected state, he saw nothing wrong now with relieving himself right now, in front of her, seeing as she was asleep and wouldn't notice it.
He took out his member, beginning to stroke it slowly, but picking up the pace as his mind filled with thoughts of the Dormouse, of fucking her while she was asleep and couldn't stop him. He grit into his lip, unable to cum from his self pleasure alone. Then, as his eyes looked over the Dormouse, another idea came to mind. He moved closer to her, stopping her walking with his hand. She didn't wake, and held still as Oliver took her hand, moving it to his member.
He groaned as he squeezed her soft fingers around his cock. He shuddered at the thrill of having her do this without her knowledge, beginning to stroke himself with her hand. Her hand didn't resist him in the slightest, and she showed no signs of waking up, urging him to keep going, stroking himself faster with her hand, and beginning to moan aloud, becoming less afraid that she would wake.
Before his plan had just been to get himself off then wake her up so she could continue showing him the way, but now that he'd found she was such a deep sleeper, and likely wouldn't wake no matter what he did to her.. the thoughts were insidious, but he was too far gone into the monster girl's influence to stop himself now. He moved her hand back, and gently moved the Dormouse onto her knees. He pinched her nose, causing her mouth to open.
He didn't hesitate, thrusting his member into her mouth, letting go of her nose so the lack of air wouldn't wake her. She breathed through her nose again, still peacefully asleep while Oliver moved her head along his cock, beginning to thrust into her throat, fucking it, making it his own. The Dormouse was technically already drawing energy from him, but wanted more. The energy she gained from him raping her went directly into increasing the effects of her lustful trance on him.
He groaned in pleasure as he fucked her throat, cumming down it hard. He pulled out, not yet satisfied. Completely gone to the lust now, he pushed her down to the ground, carefully sliding her remaining clothes of off her, his mind rationalizing his actions a dozen different ways, though it couldn't rationalize the slight desire he had for her to wake up while he was fucking her, for her to struggle.
The Dormouse remained asleep and quiet as Olive thrust into her pussy, grunting from the tightness of her small form. He held onto her as he jerked his hips hard, wanting to be as deep inside of her as he could for as long as he could, his mind empty of anything other than raping the Dormouse for as long as he possibly could. The rogue knew full well he would feel terrible when he was done, at least until Gabrielle explained what had happened to him, but he didn't care.
It was at roughly this exact same time as the last of Carver's resistance broke away as well. He'd spent the last hour or so protecting the Alice from attacking Jubjub, talking kindly with her, and following her through the forest of Wonderland. The magic she let off had done its job, easing him into an almost primal connection to the Alice, but do to his personal mindset, this actually caused a bit of disconnect when the aura tried to push his attraction to her into the violently sexual, his body instantly against it.
But he could only resist for so long, and soon the idea of pinning the innocent virgin mamono to the ground and utterly breaking her left the realm of the sick in his mind and entered that of the enticing. The straw that broke the camel's back was actually a natural process of the Alice. When young, Alices were taught by their mothers that should they ever see their big brother, whoever their big brother was at the time, with something hard poking in their pants, that they should stand in front of him and lift their dresses.
This was the breed's way of making sure fucking would occur despite the Alice never actively seeking it out. They were told that they would get lots of hugs from big brother if they did this, and as such, Alice was excited when she saw the tent poking in Carver's pants. She moved up in front of him, turning to face him as she lifted her skirt, a deep blush on her face as she let him see her cute white panties.
And in that single motion, the last of Carver's resistance broke. He dropped his sword, as well as his pants and pinned the Alice down forcefully. Alice, as one would expect of a species with powers like theirs, were remarkably durable, and most weren't even aware of what pain was that way no matter how violent their victims raped them, they'd never learn to run away from it, and could keep unknowingly gathering energy.
As such, the Alice wasn't even sure what Carver was doing when he pulled her underwear down, lifting her legs up so they were over his shoulders. He grunted as he thrust into her powerfully, a shudder of enjoyment going through him as his cock broke her hymen, though no pained cry came from the Alice; whose body jumped immediately to feeling pleasure, ignoring pain.
Carver didn't notice this, too focused on hammering his cock deeper into the Alice, convinced for the moment that she was nothing more than his personal cocksleeve, while the Alice was feeling proud of herself for remembering the advice she'd been given, and earning such a fun hug from big brother.