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Entry 24

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Casino City

Mirage with Carmelita (Sly Cooper and Nobody watching) - 12 - winner by a tail

Or

Kaa heads to the next room down (suggest pairing) - 1

At Jabba's Palace

a) Go looking for the slave auction - 0

b) Check out the local scene - 1

c) See Jabba himself (50% chance of fast-talking the big guy, 40% chance of trouble) - 5

d) Scout out the interior without being noticed (60% chance of success, trouble on failure) - 8x

*Castlevania

In the tower:

A) Free Jon Talbain - 7 - wins

B) Hide from Steele - 4

C) Try to ambush Steele - 4

Immediate Party Additions:

Amy Sorel (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Amy) - 4

Raphael Sorel (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Raphael) - 4

Randomly-selected Character (my choice) - 4

(Un)dead adventuring party with awesome gear - 3

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

Baroness (GI Joe) - 4

Bonnie & Clyde (http://liloandstitch.wikia.com/wiki/Bonnie_%26_Clyde) - 5 - they are added

Casey Jones (TMNT, original flavor) - 3

Dante (Devil May Cry) - 4

Disgaea characters (List characters you want to see when you vote) - 4

-Almaz von Almandine Adamant

-Etna

-Flonne

-Laharl

-Sapphire Rodonite

-Sicily

Drago and the Demon Sorcerers (Jackie Chan Adventures) - 5 - now with the villains

Drakengard dragons (make any desired suggestions for additions) - 5 - arrival imminent

-Angelus

-Gabriella

-Legna

-Mikhail/Michael

Elesa (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Elesa) - 4

Fallen One (Etrian Odyssey) - 5 - joins the villains

Flannery (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Flannery) - 4

Foxy Roxy (http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Brutal:_Paws_of_Fury) - 3

Gardevoir (Pokemon) - 2

Jenny Wakeman (http://teenagerobot.wikia.com/wiki/Jenny_Wakeman/XJ-9) - 2

Judy Hopps (Disney) - 3

Lopunny (Pokemon) - 2

Lucario (Pokemon) - 3

Master Chief (HALO) - 5 - guns blazing

Medicham (Pokemon) - 2

Naga the White Serpent (http://kanzaka.wikia.com/wiki/Naga_the_Serpent) - 4

Nick Wilde (Disney) - 2

Panne and Yarne (http://fireemblem.wikia.com/wiki/Panneand http://fireemblem.wikia.com/wiki/Yarne) - 1

Papyrus (Undertale) - 1

Pokemon additions (please make suggestions, will be non-anthro unless requested otherwise) - 2

-Charizard

-Ivysaur

-Jigglypuff

-Pichu

-Pikachu

-Squirtle

Raiden (Mortal Kombat, mythic encounter) - 4

The Rescuers (Bianca and Bernard) - 1

Scarlet (GI Joe) - 3

Shelly (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Shelly) - 4

Teemo (http://leagueoflegends.wikia.com/wiki/Teemo/Background) - 3

Zoo Crew (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain_Carrot_and_His_Amazing_Zoo_Crew!) - 2

Characters Pending Appearance

Alphys (http://undertale.wikia.com/wiki/Alphys)

Anna Puma and Uni Puma (http://www.absoluteanime.com/tank_police/sisters.htm)

Articuno (mythic encounter, Pokemon)

Asgore Dreemurr (Undertale)

Cha Cha and Kayamba (Monster Hunter)

Deadpool (Marvel)

Doggo (Undertale)

Draco (Dragonheart)

Elemental and Elder Dragons (Etrian Odyssey, mythic encounter)

Foxglove, Gadget Hackwrench, Tammy Squirrel (Chip 'n Dale's Rescue Rangers)

Goris the Deathclaw (Fallout)

Harle (villainess from Chrono Cross)

HK-47 (Star Wars KOTOR)

Katt (http://bof.wikia.com/wiki/Katt)

Knyght (Monster Hunter...sort of - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PZPlyxbmzE&feature=youtu.be)

Kogenta (http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Kogenta)

Krogans

Natsuki and Batanen (Hyper Police)

Po (Kung-Fu Panda)

Sangheili (aka Elites, HALO, will also appear as villains)

sans (Undertale)

The Six Dragons (Chrono Cross)

Squirrel Girl (Marvel)

StarFox Team, Partial (list characters you want to see when you vote):

-Bill Gray

-Falco Lombardi

-Fara Phoenix

-Fay Spaniel

-Katt Monroe

-Miyu Lynx

Tail Concerto Characters

-Alicia

-Beluga Damiens (http://redthehunter.wikia.com/wiki/B%C3%A9luga_Damiens)

-Cyan

-Flare

-Princess Theria

-Stair

-Waffle

Turians (Mass Effect)

Undyne (http://undertale.wikia.com/wiki/Undyne)

Ursa (Gummi Bears)

Villager (Animal Crossing, Smash Bros.)

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

The Next Villain Scene (reset, 10 votes to take place) - 6

Master Tigress/Okami pairing - 3

Boss, the charr engineer, becomes a voyeur with Riva, the asari comm specialist - 2

Krystal starts training someone in her mental arts (Kim Possible suggested) - 5

Wolf Linkle (Rule 63 Link) - 7 - Link's getting a change

C-3PO vs. Mettaton deathmatch - 3

Tails/Krystal - 5

Carmelita/Rocket - 5

Carmelita/Rocket/Sly Raccoon Sandwich - 5

Pleasure Island casino, a place for transformations - 3

Gigginox attack (http://monsterhunter.wikia.com/wiki/Gigginox) - 6

Genderswap Stallion - 4

Princess Elsa wears black leather - 1

Zerg led by the Queen of Blades/Kerrigan - 3

What's going on in the rest of the universe? - 4

More Sam and Max silliness - 6

Zeno/Leatherhead - 7 - this will take place

Tails and Bambi dressed as girls - 5

Tails/Stallion (can be mixed with crossdressing) - 5

Where's Raven? - 6

Slave auction scene - 4

Shere Khan turns a human girl into a furry - 1

https://www.sofurry.com/view/56379 will be canon for the Ultimate Furry Crossover - 1

Princess Luna communicates with the other groups via dreams - 1

Cure Kim Possible of lycanthropy - 2

Pending Scenes

Mythological Encounter

Mirage/Carmelita - ongoing

Master Tigress demands a rematch with Jon Talbain

Cheshirespace and Coyote (Mythic encounter) - ongoing

Jon Talbain/Bambi

Zeke/Jon Talbain/Amaterasu wolfsome

Angela develops a bondage fetish

Master Tigress/Renamon interaction (futanari Renamon suggested)

Asriel/Toriel cleansing scene (incest very likely)

Kaa/Mirage (will include interrogation)

Apple family "reunion"

Daphne and Velma become weredogs (Scooby Snatches)

Taking crew measurements on the ship

Author Notes

Present pregnancy tally:

Angela the gargoyle - pregnant by Red Arremer

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Caroline - pregnant by kzin

Chocolat Gelato - pregnant by Dag the coyote

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Daisy_%28anime%29- pregnant by pig cop

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Johanna - pregnant by kzin

Kim Possible - pregnant by hyenas, now a blue-furred, red-haired werefox

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Lily_%28Kanto%29 - pregnant by pig cop

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Violet - pregnant by pig cop

Daphne Blake and Velma Dinkley - pregnant by Scooby Doo

Okami Amaterasu - pregnant by Coyote, the trickster god, has four pups on the way

I've included one link in the main body that I found very instructive. Here's another: http://mariahfreya.com/8-female-orgasms/- just for those of you who want a bit more insight into sex research. Oh, and as always when exploring a site outside of those you know, watch out for falling pop-ups.

UFC Entry 24

Feeling the slick moisture of her inner thighs, Krystal looked down at herself, and then shook her head. Pausing on her walk down the ship's corridor, toward her room and the sweet cleanliness offered by the sonic shower there, the Cerinian vixen touched one wall with the tip of her staff. There was a soft blue shimmer, and then a rectangular section of wall became fully reflective, allowing Krystal to get a good look at herself.

"What a mess," Krystal said with a wince. "Taming goddesses certainly leaves a mark."

Fur disheveled, longer headfur only marginally presentable, pink nipples quite hard and standing proudly out through the fur of her breasts, and her inner thighs very obviously soaked with her juices, what Krystal had been up to for the past time was painfully obvious to anybody who might notice her. Reflecting on her present state, Krystal had to admit: there were some advantages to having clothes after all.

"Better not risk being seen like this," she muttered to herself, and passed her staff across her face. Instantly, the vixen looking back at her in the magic mirror had her hair perfectly done. Smiling at the practical application of magic, Krystal bent forward, stroking the staff down her body.

"Mmm," came a nickering voice, which made Krystal's ears perk up, her eyes widening in shock as she looked in the reflective surface. "What have we here?"

"Eep!" squeaked Krystal as a massive, black-gloved hand closed on her outthrust little blue tushie. "W-wait a moment...! Oooh!"

As a pair of strong and very dexterous equine lips closed on the flushed folds of her cunny, working into the succulent flesh of her labia, parting them, before a thick, smooth tongue lashed across her tender folds, all the way up to just beneath her tense little tailhole, Krystal looked into the reflective surface she'd conjured just one more time. In that mirror surface, she saw Zeke, the black-furred Big Bad Wolf, grinning back at her, showing all his razor-sharp teeth as he leaned against the opposite wall, arms folded, thick black cock at full erection as he watched the show. Immediately behind her, kneeling with one strong hand on her bare buns, the other gripping the base of her tail, keeping it hiked high, was the red-maned head of Stallion, his expression positively blissful as he happily ate out the tight little vixy he'd caught.

Vaguely, Krystal realized what Stallion was doing, for after he'd worked his tongue into her - and his tongue alone was thick enough to be a match for some penises - he began to twist his muzzle, gyrating it as he thrust his head forward and back. He was drawing the Galactic Standard alphabet on her inner walls! This realization only barely hit Krystal's brain, however, before he was flickering his tongue against her A-spot, that tender and extra-sensitive bundle of nerves right at the end of her vaginal, but right before her cervix.

[http://www.heretical.com/miscella/g-spots.html]

Opening her mouth wide, Krystal squealed loudly, the mirror vanishing as her staff fell from her helplessly-convulsing hands. The way Stallion was working his muzzle, not only was he touching so many of her hidden inner places, spots that even General Scales, the biggest male she'd ever handled so far, hadn't been able to stimulate with such skill and precision, but Stallion's tongue made many steady strokes against her clitoris, before rubbing to this side and that with each pull back and thrust forward of his head as he took her to the limits. The male was a beast!

Her hands clenching against the wall, her only source of stability as she mewled like a kitten under Stallion's expert oral attentions, happily wiggling her small, firm tushie back into his muzzle, Krystal suddenly felt a strong hand seize her hair, hauling her up until she was face-to-glans with Zeke's fat, swollen prick, a beast in its own right - she could see why they called him "big" as well as bad. Trying desperately to form some sort of coherent sentence, Krystal only ended up opening her mouth with an embarrassingly needy whine, her tongue lolling out as she panted like the vixen in heat she was.

A perfect target.

"Mmmff!" Krystal cried out, her voice heavily muffled by the veiny black wolfdong Zeke was cramming to the hilt in her slim, delicate muzzle. For a moment she pressed her hands against his taut, lean tummy, feebly trying to push him away. Then one of Stallion's fingers teased against that extra-sensitive spot right above her tailhole, and before she knew it, Krystal's fingers were gripping Zeke's own rather small, firm buns, her eyes heavy-lidded and cheeks flushed as she looked up into the Big Bad Wolf's cruelly-grinning face. Laughing down at her, his harsh voice like the crack of a cruel whip, Zeke leaned back against the wall, using one large, strong hand to press against its smooth surface, while the other held Krystal's head between her ears, forcing her pretty muzzle up and down on his engorged organ, bumping his heavy balls against her dainty chin with each inward thrust to the depths of her convulsing throat.

"This is why I love foxes," Zeke laughed cruelly down at Krystal. "You're almost as slutty as humans! And just as slutty as little pigs...mmm...yeah, that's a good foxie...suck that big bad cock...you're good at this!"

Her thighs quivering as much from the wicked words Zeke was insinuating into her head as from Stallion's expert tongue, Krystal squealed around her mouthful of fat, juicy wolfmeat, squirting explosively into Stallion's open mouth as he pulled back, all the better to enjoy the sight of a cumming little vix. Hooking two fingers into her, just to keep on pumping, making sure she didn't come down from her orgasmic high, Stallion grinned down at Krystal as she sank to all-fours, right out in the open, where anybody could see as she was spitroasted by these two wicked males!

"You're always boasting about how potent you are, Stallion," Zeke growled challenging at the red-maned male. "Well, let's see you prove it: knock this hot little vix up!"

Hearing these words, Krystal started to squirm in the grip of the two males, wriggling as she whimpered pleadingly, looking up at Zeke with pitiable turquoise-blue eyes. Those eyes snapped straight ahead, and Krystal gave an adorable little squeak, as Stallion's huge hands closed on her adorable little bum, squeezing it firmly, then spreading her cheeks apart. One hand moved to her tail, holding it high, while the other wrapped around the heavy shaft of his golden rod. Stroking himself a few times, slicking down his shaft with precum, Stallion leaned forward, making Krystal whine loudly as he stroked his plump, humanlike glans up and down her delicate, dewy folds. He was taking his time, eager, certainly, but in no hurry. Stallion understood that some things needed to be fully and properly savored to be best enjoyed.

Then Stallion was thrusting forward, taking his time, letting Krystal's tiny cunny have plenty of time to stretch open for him. He wasn't the tough sort, not really, not when going slow could bring both him and his partner the maximum amount of pleasure. Stallion was a serial rapist, certainly, but what aroused him most, perhaps even more than the sense of power that came from sexually dominating a helpless victim, was the orgasms of his partners. Knowing that he'd brought them to the height of pleasure, whether they wanted it or not, was enough to make Stallion's blood boil, his cock to throb at dangerous levels of rigidity. Bringing his partner to orgasm was even more important than his own pleasure, as Krystal soon discovered as Stallion worked his hips, making his shaft almost corkscrew into her trembling body, stimulating her almost as thoroughly as his tongue had done just a short while ago.

Eyes crossed now, Krystal's cheeks were deeply flushed as she meekly suckled on Zeke's penis, her tongue greedily flickering against the underside, coaxing out still more of his copious lupine precum. Zeke chuckled, his other hand moving to stroke down Krystal's smooth back, and then to rub at the base of her tail, unerringly hitting the pleasure-giving cluster of nerves found there, and then just a little bit further down the tail. A canid himself, of course Zeke knew all about where to touch a member of his own genus...though he hadn't reckoned on Krystal suddenly trembling all over, her throat contracting down on his cock tightly- foxes, it seemed, were even more sensitive than other canids, especially when their violent glands were stimulated!

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Violet_gland]

"You're gripping me!" Stallion got out, his voice tense. "You're milking me, Krystal! You're so tight!"

Stallion's words just seemed to make Krystal tremble harder, the muscles of her lithe body standing out clearly through her soft blue fur as she was driven well beyond the point of her normal endurance. His large hands squeezed her toned tushie, and through her second sight, she saw the view Stallion was getting, as inch after thick, meaty inch sank into Krystal's clenching cunny, her tailhole winking spasmodically with each flash of raw orgasmic pleasure. Then Krystal tapped into Stallion's pleasure as well as his sight, and she suddenly _screamed_around Zeke's still-pistoning prick. How could anyone endure so much raw stimulation, and not pop his cork was utterly beyond Krystal's comprehension. With her air cut off as often as not, the Big Bad Wolf only pulling back enough to let her breathe every so often, Krystal's whole world was reeling.

Then Stallion started to thrust, and Krystal's eyes filled with flashes of red and black, her world being thoroughly rocked.

Whinnying loudly, Stallion finally - finally! - let himself loose! His shaft was simply too long to fit all the way inside Krystal, but he had to admit: she'd taken more of him than any of the petite girls he preferred. Skinny little vix that she was, Stallion had to admit: he was impressed. Balls swinging, full of potent promise, firm, toned buns clenched tightly, Stallion curled back his lips, baring his blunt teeth in a flehmen, tasting Krystal's sweet scent - the scent of a woman. He hardly noticed as Zeke snarled, and Krystal's cheeks suddenly puffed out as she worked desperately through the dim haze of her orgasms to somehow swallow every last drop of the wolf's copious cum. What he did notice, as Zeke deliberately pulled out at the end of his orgasm, so as to spurt several copious jets of cum across Krystal's pretty face, marking her with his seed, was that he suddenly had a lot more leverage, and used it to tilt Krystal forward, until her cheek was pressed against the floor of the hallway, her bottom stuck almost straight up in the air, her fluffy foxtail draped limply over her back. Now with the power of gravity on his side, Stallion could really open up, and started to plow Krystal like a fertile field, giving it to her with everything he had. She wanted it rough, and Stallion could sense it, and so he gave fully into the instincts of his primitive ancestors, hard cock thrusting fast and hard, until the little blue vixen under him was drooling on the floor, and mewling in delight.

Both Stallion and Krystal cried out in unison as his balls suddenly contracted, and a copious torrent of thick, potent stallionsperm flooded her womb to the brim and beyond. Far, far beyond, as a geyser of his semen quickly gushed out around his invading shaft, spilling down her legs and staining the floor beneath their knees. Then Stallion was bending forward, his tongue squeezing past Krystal's lips, followed soon after by his own lips as he kissed her, muffling her adorable orgasmic squeals as he pressed their bodies tightly together.

Panting hard, Zeke leaned against the wall, enjoying the sight before him of Stallion breeding the tight blue vixen for all he was worth. He smirked toothily, then forced himself to straighten and walk down the corridor, heading toward the rear of the ship, where its cargo bay was located. Along the way, he retrieved his blue overalls, which he'd hung up in a supply closet, and after tossing them over his shoulder, knowing he'd need them soon, he reached into a pocket and pulled out a small comm. device.

Flipping the comm. open, Zeke grinned down at the sight that greeted him: a trio of frightened piggy faces, lower lips trembling around the thick ball gags in their cute mouths as they looked right on the verge of bursting into tears. The image panned back, and Zeke could see that the Three Little Pigs were quite naked, bound back-to-back near the glowing coals of a barbecue pit, while the Wolf and Br'er Fox loomed over them, drooling hungrily as they rubbed their paws together in wicked glee.

Then the camera angle shifted to look at the one holding the communicator, and Zeke saw Foxy Loxy standing there, several squirming sacks of various sizes dangling from the rafters of the old warehouse behind him.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Foxy_Loxy_%281943%29]

"Good to see you again, Zeke," said Foxy with a wink. "Don't worry: we've been saving the Pigs for you. We know you've been lusting after their hams for years now."

"You'd better," Zeke growled softly, then glanced around, making sure he wasn't being watched. "I'm on my way out now. I'll be there in a day or two, so put those Pigs away until I'm there."

"You owe us, Zeke," Foxy answered with a wicked, toothy chuckle, showing off the gleaming gold fang in his muzzle. "But even Br'er Fox isn't as good a cook as you are, so I think we can hold off that long. I don't guarantee anything more than the Pigs keeping their virginities, though, and nobody getting cooked until you're here."

"That'll be enough," Zeke answered with a cruel smirk. "Save room for some venison, too: I've had my eyes on some sweet spotty haunches for a while now, and I'll be happy to share...after I've had dibs."

"Fair enough. Foxy, out."

Closing the comm, Zeke slowly licked his chops in anticipation. Now all he had to do was break out of here. With a little takeout along for the ride.

*

Blinking several times, Carmelita looked around her as she found herself...elsewhere. Time and distance were always a little hazy in Mirage's realm, and after being transported from what she supposed was the entry to the evil goddess' private sanctum into its depths, the intergalactic inspector was understandably a little disoriented.

Disorientation soon began to vie with mild alarm as Carmelita looked down, only to discover she was dressed in that scandalous outfit Sly Cooper had somehow talked her into wearing during his time traveling adventures!

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_o_AozZwvk]

"That raccoon could always talk me into anything," sighed the blue-haired fox, giving her head a light toss, wishing that this particular version of the dancer's costume had the veil. At least then she could pretend that not quite so much was showing! "But how did Mirage know about...?"

"You were thinking about those clothes, dear one," said Mirage, lounging nearby on a plush divan. "I simply called up your most titillating memories when I was touching you before, and that delightful costume was very close to the top."

"Oh really?" Carmelita said challengingly, putting her hands on her hips (and trying her best not to think about how naked those hips were right then). "And who gave you permission to go looking around in my mind?"

"Silly fox," Mirage said with a chuckle, casually willing a goblet of something red and sweet to float its way over to Carmelita, her hold on it relaxing only when the vixen had wrapped her hands around the drinking vessel. "You were thinking about it so loudly, I could hardly avoid noticing it. Mmm, and the things you did with that costume after you and that raccoon friend of yours were alone..."

"You...you don't need to go into details," stammered the flustered Carmelita, quickly drinking down the contents of her glass to steady her nerves. As soon as she set the goblet aside in the air, it floated away as easily as it had come to her. "I remember them quite well."

Giggling at how flushed Carmelita had gotten, and so easily, Mirage rose effortlessly to her feet, and glided across the black marble floor of her inner sanctum, one hand wrapping around Carmelita's slender waist.

"You're so adorable when you're embarrassed," Mirage cooed in Carmelita's ear, before nibbling along its pointed edge, making the vixen shudder. "Stay with me," she said softly, breathily. "Stay with me forever. I promise you, I'll make it more than worth it."

"Wait!" Carmelita forced out, putting her hands on Mirage's shoulders and gently but firmly pushing the green-eyed goddess to arm's length. "Just wait. This is all going too fast, Mirage. I can't just leave everything and stay with you for...for however long it takes you to get tired of me. I've got responsibilities, and I've got people - my friends - counting on me."

"Come now, Carmelita," Mirage purred, teasing her fingertips across Carmelita's chin, somehow closing the distance between them even though Carmelita could have sworn she'd had a good grip on the dark-furred feline's shoulders. "There you go again, thinking about everybody except yourself. And where, if I may ask, has that gotten you?"

"I'm trusted in my department," answered Carmelita, trying to turn her muzzle away as Mirage's beautiful face drew far too close for comfort. "I'm needed by so many..."

"I need you, Carmelita," said Mirage, and now their whiskers were touching as they were almost nose-to-nose, black pads nearly in contact. "I need you more fervently than your mortal mind can imagine."

"But...mmm..." Carmelita tried to frame another response, another protest, but Mirage easily silenced her with a kiss, deep and passionate. And Carmelita thought Sly was a good kisser! That small, dainty pink tongue rasped against Carmelita's longer, smooth oral organ, caressing her tender flesh with cunning skill. It was even more heady than the wine, that kiss, and Carmelita felt herself reeling, her body going limp in Mirage's strong arms.

"N-no," she got out feebly, breaking the kiss, but only because Mirage allowed it. "No, I can't...I've got to..."

"You've sacrificed for others all your life, Carmelita Montoya Fox," said Mirage, her glowing green eyes boring into Carmelita's soul. "Always you've been devoted to a cause, and never, ever, just to love. Now see what you've lost because of your devotion. See, and understand."

And Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox did see. In that moment, she saw clearly all the missed opportunities, all the missed pleasures, all the missed love that had been in her life. As she saw her life flash before her, however, Carmelita had to admit: she didn't regret her choices. No, she didn't regret any of...

Then Mirage called forth Carmelita's memories of Sly Cooper, and her heart began to ache. She was the law, and he a lawbreaker. She hated him, and loved him, and wanted him so badly it ached in places she'd forgotten even existed. His voice; his eyes; the touch of his hand against her cheek, so soft and gentle; his grip around her waist as they danced together, waltzing across the floor; his lips against her own as they kissed, a moment of stolen time - the only sort he ever used! And those lips...elsewhere.

"No," whimpered Carmelita. "No, that was wrong of me. Letting that ringtailed robber sweet-talk me, letting him seduce me, letting him lie to me..."

"He wasn't lying, Carmelita," whispered Mirage, now behind the vixen, her hands caressing Carmelita's supple sides, from ribs to hips, and just a little below. "But you've always pushed him away. There was always the Job, and that was more important even than love."

"He's a criminal!" Carmelita cried out in anguish, even as she gasped aloud, her back arching as Mirage's hands stroked over her taut tummy, then slipped beneath the waist of her tight-fitting pants. "I...I had to stop him! What he was doing..."

"Was it wrong?" Mirage asked, and Carmelita couldn't force herself to throw out her typical canned response, not with the full force of a goddess' power behind the question. "Do you truly think he was wrong?"

A finger found Carmelita's snug slit, found it wet and wanting, and slid easily inside. Gasping again, trembling in the grip of the goddess, she shook her head, looking over her shoulder, silently begging with Mirage not to make her answer.

In the innumerable shadows of the dark goddess' realm, crouched on a crossbeam, Sly Cooper leaned forward, swallowing hard as he saw Carmelita's pants drop to the black marble floor, followed soon after by her tight-fitting top. Mirage was kissing along the supple crook of Carmelita's neck and shoulder, in just the same way Sly had always done, on those few occasions when Carmelita had finally surrendered herself to him. He remembered her scent, her taste, and felt himself rigid beneath his tight grey trousers. Loosening them, he peeled the flaps apart, letting his long, slender erection free to the gently warm air of the seemingly limitless chamber.

Hearing a soft moan, one he didn't immediately recognize, Sly's sharp eyes scanned the room. In an instant, he identified the hazy outline of the strangely appealing, alien girl he'd met before. She was standing far too close to the scene of lovemaking for comfort, and Sly had little doubt that Mirage, at least, was aware of the silly yautja girl.

If Mirage knew she was being watched, she didn't seem to care. Hands cupped and then caressed Carmelita's perfect breasts, trim and full, her genes seeming to demand that her breasts be large and eye-capturing, despite all the extensive aerobic exercise she put her body through. The supple vixen couldn't restrain her moans of pleasure as Mirage's fingers squeezed and then rolled her upthrust nipples between them, the wide, round, red aureoles aching with the touch of the goddess. A sudden, sharp tug, and Carmelita cried out, her head falling back as her inner thighs trembled with orgasm, brought to climax without her cunny even being touched.

'I never managed to do that,' Sly thought as he crouched low on his crossbeam, his pink penis rigid and outthrust before him as he looked down. 'This Mirage character is good! Ooh, and what's this?'

In the space of a blink, Mirage had somehow made more of herself. Carmelita couldn't resist, didn't even try, as a pair of her own handcuffs were locked around her wrists, binding them behind her, while many hands lowered her on her back to the soft couch. All she could do was squirm as one Mirage ran her rough, raspy tongue over the tops of the vixen's breasts, soon joined by two more who lapped at the undersides, and then began to suckle on each round red nipple, making Carmelita's hips rise, her hands clenched behind her back. More mouths, more tongues were licking and lapping across her blue-fuzzed pubis, getting so close - so close! - to the center of her being, but never _quite_reaching it.

"That raccoon was always too much of a gentleman," scoffed Mirage in her many voices. "You always wanted him to put the cuffs on you, but he never did."

"It's...it's not true!" Carmelita wailed, even knowing as she did, that her words were a lie.

"So eager to plunder the treasures of the rich and powerful," taunted Mirage, "but never willing to plunder you."

"Please," whimpered Carmelita in desperation, closing her eyes, as though that could somehow shut out the truth, even as the luscious smacking of Mirage's lips on her erect nipples filled her ears, while her thighs and taut tummy trembled at the rasp of those exquisite tongues. "Please."

"I'll give you the raccoon," hissed Mirage, low and seductive in Carmelita's ear. "No...I'll give you to him. You've had wild fantasies about being forced to kiss his feet, to suck his penis, to thrust your tongue beneath that fluffy ringtail of his..."

"OH!" Carmelita cried out, her body arching upward, almost bending double as she came again, hard, just from the power of Mirage's words across her delicate, exposed heartstrings.

"Think of yourself, the meek, submissive slavegirl you always dreamed of being," Mirage continued, even as one of her many duplicates slipped a blue blindfold over Carmelita's eyes and cinched it behind her head. "All your life, you've had to be strong, in control, commanding and demanding and so very dominant. But always, you've wanted to be the one dominated. You've wanted someone to force you to obey, to control your body, and make it respond with pleasure."

Two of the Mirages forced Carmelita's trembling thighs wide apart, then leaned in. Carmelita struggled, squirmed, even fought, but her will was fading fast under Mirage's psychological assault. Positioned as he was, Sly could look down into Carmelita's pink center, could see her desperate, flushed need. His body ached for her, the same way he knew she ached for him. And as he realized how much he wanted to fulfill Carmelita - how much he loved her - he saw that Mirage was looking at him, her green eyes blazing in triumph. The look lasted only a moment, before the two dark-furred feline's holding Carmelita spread wide leaned in...and let the lightest breaths brush across her exposed, throbbing clitoris.

"EEEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAHHH!"

Wailing like a lost soul, Carmelita's cunny quivered, then squirted, her hips thrust upward as though to beg Sly to come down and lay claim to what was his.

"SLY!"

The scream of his name was a sweet plea for domination, for ownership. It was the ultimate expression of Carmelita's desire for him, compressed into a single crystalline moment. Meeting Mirage's eyes, Sly felt her enticement, her open invitation to come down and lay claim to what she was freely offering him: Carmelita Montoya Fox, in the way both she and he had always wanted, but had never admitted to each other - they'd never dared! A soft cry, almost an echo of Carmelita's, but stifled, came from nearby, and Mirage's eyes flicked toward the vague outline of Nobody, the yautja girl, before returning to Sly's. The meaning of that glance was clear: yes, you can have her too.

"Serve me," whispered Mirage in Carmelita's ear. "Become my willing slave, and all this, and so much more, will be yours."

Sly knew the invitation was for himself as much as for Carmelita. He also knew that Mirage was stating only the absolute truth: she had no reason to lie, and he could feel the raw power of her vow, a divine promise, tingling through his body, and knew Carmelita must feel it as well.

But at what cost?

-

"Okay, everybody stick close," said Rocket, glancing around, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light of the casino's interior. "We've got no idea what we're up against here."

The interior of Jabba's Palace was made to look like the tight-packed adobe halls of a desert dwelling, a palace, but only when compared to the squalor outside. There were numerous twists and turns, most of them leading off into snug side passages, which ended in chambers that couldn't be seen from the main hall, thanks to the labyrinthine bend of each side passage. Rocket could catch occasional glimpses of flashing lights, and thought he heard snatches of music, but he couldn't really be sure, thanks to the sound-damping qualities of the walls.

Alcoves lined the main hall as well, and in those alcoves were the bouncers of the Palace. Gamorreans, of course, were in ample supply, the green-skinned boars drooling as they eyed the three human girls near the center of the group, but niktos, weequays, and even a houk or two rounding out the racial mix. It was impossible to tell what the niktos and weequays might be thinking, but the thick-armed houks leered even more enthusiastically at Misty, May, and Dawn than the gamorreans.

"Keep walking," said Rocket after a short while, his voice just loud enough to be heard by his companions, but not beyond. "Scooby Doo, you take the lead. You've got that 'in charge' feel to you. Zeno, Leatherhead, Wargreymon, you flank him. Flamedramon, keep close to the girls, and don't let them out of your sight."

Scooby Doo had been having second thoughts about changing sides. Sure, he'd felt so much more...light after he'd worked off his initial lust with his two new Scooby snatches, and Velma hadn't had much trouble talking him into approaching the ones who busted up the Dark Queen's place and asking for a job. Still, he'd been wondering how all of this was going to pay. Now, however, he was starting to see an angle for himself, or rather, he was smelling that angle, up ahead, where the music was loudest.

Mmm, sweet human pussy. And he was going to be the one in charge when they got there.

"Renamon, Matt, M'Ress," Rocket continued, not seeming to notice Scooby's expression. "You're with me. At the next turn of the hall, we'll get out of sight. We're gonna reconnoiter around this place, and get an idea of its layout. If we're gonna mess this place up, we'll need to know where everything is first. The digimon can translate for the main group, but M'Ress is better at it, so I want her with me. That, and those catlike reflexes," he added with a grin at the gold-furred caitian. "All right...and break."

Renamon was the first to simply...vanish. Programmed with the skills of a ninja, it was easy for the golden fox to fade from sight, even teleporting short distances. As for Matt, the anubian became one with the shadows, quite literally, the darkness drinking him in as though he were a part of them. M'Ress and Rocket, however, had to do their disappearing act the old-fashioned way, by moving quickly and quietly out of sight of the bouncers. Fortunately for them, even with as many thugs as were placed all over Jabba's Palace, they were obviously pretty low-grade intelligences.

[60% chance of success - rolled 51 - success!

While Scooby Doo led the main group toward the central area of the casino, where it was sounding quite clearly like there was a party going on, Rocket looked up, and found a ventilation grate. Making a motion with his hand, he was almost immediately joined by all three of his companions.

"Makes sense," he muttered softly. "Any place in this desert would have to have huge air conditioning ducts. Follow the ducts, and we can go anywhere in this place."

*

"I can smell you," said a deep, commanding voice from the stairs. "Thieves."

Kidd hopped back, away from the cell door at the sound of that voice, swallowing hard, her eyes wide as she stared out into the darkness. Her human vision alone wasn't enough to pierce the poor lighting of the tower's halls, but Rei's could, and he clearly saw a pair of ice blue eyes fixed on him.

Gritting his teeth, knowing that the werewolf in the cell faced a terrible fate - possibly even worse than death, depending on the tendencies of the powerfully-built malamute beyond those iron bars, and the tendencies of the werewolf chained to the wall - Rei made a decision. He guessed he'd probably regret it, but he'd already committed himself the moment he pulled out his lockpicks.

"What're you doin', Rei?" asked Teepo in a sharp hiss of urgency. "We can still get outta here before that guy shows up!"

"It's just the right thing to do," answered Rei, his expression wry as he worked at the lock holding Jon chained to the wall. "Which seems like a pretty stupid thing for a thief to care about."

[50% chance of success, modified - thieves aren't fighters - rolled 13 - success! #1 of 3 needed - new chance of success 55%]

Click!

"Whoa!"

Almost before Rei had even finished getting the shackles unlocked, Jon Talbain was up and racing toward the door. The chains had been strong, laced with silver to keep him weak, and securely fixed into the flagstones. The door to the cell, however, had been more of an afterthought, since the cell was one intended for frequent visits.

With a flying leap, Jon slammed the door open, and plowed with a wickedly-aimed foot right into Steele's chest!

"Grah!" barked the ice-eyed malamute, falling back against the opposite cell door, where Jon could see the five lupine beauties he'd smelled before. One of them, a girl in her mid-teens with a scar beneath one eye, struggled against her bonds, looking at Jon hopefully, obviously ready to help him in a heartbeat, if only she could reach the werewolf's foe.

But Steele wasn't alone.

As Jon stepped in to deliver a kick to the malamute's head, to knock him out, he heard the flutter of bat wings, the sound just enough to warn him to duck! A yellow-furred shape whizzed past overhead, and Jon crouched, hands up in readiness to counter whatever was out there.

Another flutter of wings, and Jon stumbled forward, gritting his teeth as blood began to flow from a neat slice along one arm. And another, and his chest sported a vicious cut. And then a third! But this time, Jon was the one who had reinforcements.

"Yah!" cried out the boyish, high-pitched voice of Ryu as he flailed at the yellow blur with the handle of a broom that had been lying nearby, just an instant before it struck Jon again. Under normal circumstances, the blue-haired boy's attempt at heroism would have failed laughably. But he'd given Jon a split-second in which to act, and that was all the time Jon Talbain needed.

[55% chance of success, rolled 48 - success #2! New chance of success 60%]

Leaping up, Jon came down on the yellow blur, slamming it to the ground on its - or, rather, her - back. The creature glared up at the werewolf with glowing red eyes, and bared her fangs menacingly. Well, the expression would have been menacing, anyway, except the vampire pony pinned beneath Jon was kind of adorable.

[http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Bats!]

Actually, _really_adorable. And when Jon realized that he was resting a good deal of his weight on the yellow pegasus pony's rather lovely breasts, even Jon found himself blushing deeply.

"Um...sorry," he muttered, before reeling to the side as a heavy weight struck his head, sending him tumbling.

"Shoulda watched your butt!" came a bright, cheery voice, before a bright bubblegum pink pony with straight hair stepped out of the shadows, a spiked bat in one hand. "But don't worry - Pinkamena Diane Pie will sort you out nice and quick!" She grinned madly, her smile far too wide to be natural, at the thieves still in the cell, the flow of action too fast for them to have reacted yet. "All of you."

"Dahling," came a sultry voice, as a piece of the night itself stepped free of the shadows, shimmering with starry purple light. "You really need to learn not to leave such a mess. This lupine lug is leaking red all over the floor - he could have mussed my hooves."

"Sorry, Rarity," giggled Pinkamena. "Sometimes I get a little carried away."

[http://villains.wikia.com/wiki/Pinkamena - only read a little; you were warned

http://villains.wikia.com/wiki/Nightmare_Rarity]

"Thank you," came another voice from the darkness, and soon the trio of ponies, with their malamute companion, were joined by a third individual, who flowed smoothly from the shadows.

"If you hadn't revealed yourselves," continued Morrigan, smiling at the four villains gathered in the hall, "I'd have never been able to catch you all together."

Spreading her arms wide, Morrigan sent forth tentacles of pure darkness, lashing out at the ponies. Nightmare Rarity screamed and tried to dive back into the shadows from which she'd materialized, sensing a match to her power, but she was too slow, and soon hung suspended above the floor. In moments, she was joined by Flutterbat, and then by Pinkamena, whose preternatural senses had allowed her to dodge free of the tentacles...until Serge had stepped forward, and given her a hard shove from behind, landing her right in the middle of a knot of flailing darkness.

"I suppose you should free those lovely wolves," Morrigan said with a sigh as Jon slowly got to his feet, rubbing his head, though the wound was already closing up. "Pity, really - they look delicious."

[60% chance of success - rolled 53 - success!]

Choices

*Ship

Still playing out scenes for a little longer:

Zeke/Bambi (pouncing) - last one for now

*Casino City

Kaa encounters the Cheshire Catgirl (Raven will rejoin; 7 votes to take place) - 1

Does Sly give in to Mirage's temptation? Y/N

Do we follow the exploits of Scooby Doo's group in the open, or Rocket Raccoon's in stealth?

*Castlevania

Should Morrigan be allowed to ravish the corrupted ponies? Y/N

Our next targets (we will have a scene with anyone we choose to save):

1) Raid the barracks for gear and chaos

(65% chance of success, three successes or three failures)

2) Return upstairs to save Kasumi, Belle, and Beast

(55% chance of success, four successes or three failures)

3) Find Midna

(70% chance of success, three successes or failures)

4) Face us, Dracula!

(50% chance of success, four successes or three failures)

5) Join the parties

(No chance of failure, but someone suffers for the delay)

Please select one for Morrigan's group, and one for Kim Possible's group. Option #5 counts as an action for both groups as they unite, and greatly increases their chances of success on future actions, after which one other action, for both groups together, can be selected.