Cassandra had no idea how long she'd been chasing the rabbit-like mamono. She couldn't see the Harpy, but hoped that she was still flying above nearby also flying after the rabbit mamono and hadn't gotten lost or randomly teleported away through bizarre cosmic means. They'd been after the rabbit girl since their conversation with her. She seemed dumb as a stump, or at the very least, exceptionally disconnected from reality, but she did seem to know her away around Wonderland, which made her value on a mechanical level to the two of them.
The monster girl in question was the only one in this mad house of a realm that Cassandra recognized, a March Hare. Like most rabbit based mamono, her body was mostly human with the exception of rabbit ears and thick, fluffy rabbit legs from the waist down. Her fur was a bright pink, her hair a matching color and her long floppy ears an only slightly darker shade. Her breed wasn't just lustful, their brains literally could not comprehend a lack of sexuality; it was physically impossible for them not to twist any sentence they heard into an invitation for sex.
At least so it was said. In truth, it turned out it was in fact possible to get through a sentence without the March Hare being able to make it sexual so long as you were aware of the fact that her brain would be trying to and were very, very specific and careful with your word choice. In practice however, the act of hearing a sentence with no sexual content seemed to rattle a screw loose in her brain, and she'd immediately bolted away from Cassandra and the Harpy like they'd just threatened to kill her.
All they wanted were directions to their friends, but the March Hare was now genuinely terrified of them, as though their existence shouldn't have been possible, and from her perspective, that was indeed the case. Cassandra already knew how to fix the issue they were having, but they needed to March Hare still and listening to them for at least a few seconds, and her powerful legs gave her remarkable speed.
Eventually they were able to stop her though, a combination of Cassandra's fire chi lobbing a ball of flame at her feet to get her off balance and the Harpy taking a diving tackle at her. The March Hare and the Harpy tumbled across the road together into a building, Cassandra pinning her there and, before she could run off again, rephrased her previous statement in a language the March Hare would be able to comprehend, "We will fuck you for directions through Wonderland!"
The March Hare blinked a few times, as though her vision were coming back into focus. An excited grin spread across her face as she pulled the two of them into a hug that Cassandra suspected was actually just an excuse to press their faces against her bare breasts, "Well why didn't you say so!" She giggled, pulling Cassandra's robe off with such force she nearly sent the martial artist hurtling into a wall.
Gabrielle was sweating nervously. Shortly after her teleportation, she'd appeared sitting in a chair at a table. Said table was in the middle of a field, and was set for tea with only one other person there. She was a tall woman, not muscled, but masculine in form despite her decent sized chest. She looked near completely human aside from the redness of her eyes. She was dressed in a green and white suit, complete with a top hat. There were mushrooms sprouting from her suit at random spots.
Gabrielle recognized her breed. She was a Mad Hatter. Much as the Jubjub was a breed of Harpy created by the Queen of Heart's power altering a Harpy, the Mad Hatter was the result of a plant mamono, specifically a mushroom-like one known as a Matango, being influenced and altered by her power. She lost all of the Matango's mushroom like qualities aside from them occasionally sprouting on or around her clothes.
Where a Matango's thoughts were completely influenced by the fungus, driving her mind to and only to lustful decisions, the Mad Hatter could use the mushroom as a sort of internal processor, allowing her brain to think in terms of logic and lust at the same time. In many ways, she was the most sane breed of mamono in all of Wonderland, perhaps in the entire world; but her tendency to speak in what seemed to be completely random ways, and her being just as vulnerable to going savage as any other mamono despite her fully human appearance had earned her breed the title of mad.
One who was sitting across from Gabrielle, likely poised to jump over the table and kill and/or rape her if she did anything other than politely sip her tea, was most certainly feral. She had to expend a little magic for every sip she took to purify it, as everything at the table was infected with lust magic. Hatters were, for the most part, too polite to just pin and rape their victims outright, finding it necessary to entice them with lust inducing toxins first.
Gabrielle knew that, if sated, the Hatter could be invaluable for finding both her friends and the source of the corruption in Wonderland. But she knew she had to time it right. There was only one moment, one single action that would lower her guard enough for Gabrielle to act, and Gabrielle was straining herself with the focus of waiting and being ready for it.
She tensed when the Mad Hatter's fingers tightened around the handle of her teacup. She began to lift it to her lips, tilting the cup back. Her eyes closed as she took a drink from the cup, and for just a moment, her guard was completely down. Gabrielle stood bolt upright, knocking her hair back with the force of it as she held out her hands, casting celestial bondage.
The bright chains of holy light wrapped around the Hatter, burning off her clothes and binding her limbs, pinning her to the table with her arms behind her back, her mouth gagged, and her legs apart for Gabrielle to use as she pleased. Gabrielle exhaled the breath she'd been holding in, walking over to the other side of the table and taking out her member, "You must be purified." She declared, thrusting into the Hatter, who groaned against her gag. Gabrielle felt a little bad about using this ability on a non-infernal or necrotic, but it had to be done.