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Entry 34 - A Scene of Villains, Part 1

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Additional Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

*Character cleanup starts (those not voted in soon move to Chopping Block) - 1

Agency Director (http://crackdown.wikia.com/wiki/Agency\_Director - a villain) - 3

Bubsy the Bocat (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubsy) – 1

D. Va (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/D.Va) – 5 - made it

Duke, Captain N’s Dog – 1

Easter Bunny (male or female?) – 1

Foxy Roxy (http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Brutal:\_Paws\_of\_Fury) – 3

Gardevoir (Pokemon) – 4

Gordon Freeman (Half-Life, https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6PNZBb6b9LvDWpI-5CPYUxG1Rnm-vr9V) – 1

Gordon Shumway (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ALF\_(TV\_series)) – 2

Hepzibah (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hepzibah\_(comics)) – 3

Jazz Jackrabbit (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jazz\_Jackrabbit) – 1

Junkrat (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Junkrat) - 1

Lopunny (Pokemon) – 5 - hops up

Medicham (Pokemon) – 4

Mei (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Mei) – 4

Nova Terra (http://starcraft.wikia.com/wiki/Nova\_Terra) - 1

Peter, Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail Rabbit (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter\_Rabbit) – 3

Pumyra (http://thundercats.wikia.com/wiki/Pumyra) – 3

Rangetsu (https://anidb.net/perl-bin/animedb.pl?show=character&charid=29971) – 4

Reaper (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Reaper - a villain) - 2

Roadhog (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Roadhog) - 2

The Rescuers (Bianca and Bernard) – 1

Rogue (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogue\_(comics)) – 6 - from out of the cartoon she comes

Sailor Animamates (http://sailormoon.wikia.com/wiki/Sailor\_Animamates) – 2

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

Tracer (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Tracer) - 2

Widomaker (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Widowmaker - a villainess) - 3

Winston (http://overwatch.gamepedia.com/Winston) – 3

Zarya (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Zarya) – 4

Zoo Crew (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain\_Carrot\_and\_His\_Amazing\_Zoo\_Crew!) – 3

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

The Next Villain Scene (10 votes to take place) – 0 - reset at last

Boss, the charr engineer, becomes a voyeur with Riva, the asari comm specialist – 3

Carmelita/Rocket – 6

Casino: Pleasure Island casino, a place for transformations – 6

Events at the Last Stop (since we delayed) – 4

Godzilla meets Superpuma (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIRG8qELuXk) – 1

Katt (Breath of Fire 2)/Leomon/Rei/Rajah/Kogenta (not necessarily all at once) – 5

Kim Possible gets in touch with family & friends – 2

Jon Talbain/Felicia – 6

Katt/Felicia – 6

Wolf Link becomes anthro – 8 - Midna's in for quite a shock

Samus Aran/Morrigan/Wonder Woman – 5

Brooklyn builds a harem (gargoyle transformations likely) – 7 - he's working on it

Marvel vs. Capcom teamup (Deadpool, Okami, and Dante) – 1

Casino: "Percheron." - all male white horse dance review, deer waitresses, and lots of cartoon horses around (Philippe, Angus, Pegasus, Samson, Khan, Maximus, Sven, Sitron, Buck, Captain, Altivo, Starlite, Robot Unicorn) – 5

Chun Li/Judy Hopps (Nick Wilde also suggested) – 2

Future version of Brooklyn (and his family) - 2

Hyrule Warriors version of Midna - 2

Fox McCloud gets a zero suit - 2

Widowmaker/Nova Terra sniper battle - 1

Vitani/Shenzi - 1

Vitani/Kiara - 1

Author Notes

After some consideration, I've decided to have a completely separate entry, entirely devoted to various villainous scenes that have been in the works for a while, but haven't been addressed yet. After this entry, our regularly-scheduled programming will resume. But do feel free to vote on additional characters and scenes.

Oh, and speaking of villains: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWUmsY1yMvc - I still think Sombra is the sexy sort of evil. >:) Love those sharp teeth!

Finally, though it's not canon, it's too hot not to share: http://luigiix.deviantart.com/art/Fem-General-Scales-516681153

Entry 34, Part 1

[http://michaelpowellart.deviantart.com/art/The-Horde-s-Offering-to-He-Man-221046164

http://michaelpowellart.deviantart.com/art/Hordak-with-Harem-Girls-298217012

http://drewgardner.deviantart.com/art/Teela-551355015

http://theambushbug.deviantart.com/art/Sorceress-by-shonemitsu-151427803

http://theambushbug.deviantart.com/art/Sorceress-by-ksc2303-150829359

http://viktalon.deviantart.com/art/HeMan-s-Girls-117964230]

"See?" Swift Wind asked with a teasing smile on his lips. "Aren't those new clothes more comfortable?" One big hand reached out, lightly brushing the flap of Teela's filmy loincloth aside, before the redheaded warrior girl gave a startled cry (muffled through the gag in her mouth) as those talented fingers caressed her sparsely-trimmed pudenda. Soon the chamber filled with the helpless moans and muffled protests of the captive captain of the royal guard, her cheeks burning a bright red as her cries didn't seem quite equal to the task of drowning out the squelching sounds coming from her own sex as her new master easily stimulated her. "Much more breathing room," he added with a chuckle, teasing his fingertips against Teela's hymen, making her tense as she dangled from the ceiling rafters, her toes barely touching the floor, but those fingers went no deeper.

"You'll never get away with this," declared Wonder Woman bravely as she knelt, bound securely with her own shining lasso, by Swift Wind's throne. "Serving Evil is the surest way to defeat, because Evil can never triumph in the end."

[http://michaelpowellart.deviantart.com/art/Wonder-Woman-Tied-Up-254783649]

"I suppose that what you say is the truth," admitted Swift Wind with a light rolling of his broad, muscular shoulders, his hand still working busily between the feisty redhead's thighs as she began to squirm and to struggle more vigorously in her bindings, her protests growing louder and more desperate with every passing second. "But I'm not working for Evil. Or Good, for that matter. I'm just a stallion who's never been allowed to mount the mare he's always wanted," he cast his calm brown eyes toward She-Ra, shackled with her back firmly against a shining pillar of pink kryptonite, its rays infusing every female in the room, subtly in the case of Teela, and far less so in the case of Wonder Woman, She-Ra, and the Sorceress (who was bound on the opposite side of the pillar from She-Ra). "I know you've talked at various times. And more than talked. You both always treated me like a dumb animal, or maybe just a piece of machinery, so you didn't seem to care if I heard...or saw. You certainly didn't care how many times I got an erection while you were grinding against each other while I was the acting pilot."

Despite herself, Wonder Woman's eyes went to She-Ra's gorgeous tits, only barely covered by the little bat-winged Horde symbols stuck over their nipples. Considering how She-Ra's chest was heaving as the pink kryptonite rays washed over her body, Wonder Woman figured it was only a matter of time before the blonde superwoman's steel-hard nipples grew too stiff to be contained at all, and those pasties went popping off. Then her eyes raised, to see She-Ra checking out her own pair of barely-contained breasts, somehow squeezed into what amounted, roughly, to a string bikini top in Wonder Woman's typical star-spangled colors. Then the Princess of Power's eyes met Wonder Woman's, and both women turned away, blushing deeply.

"Why so shy now?" Swift Wind asked, his tone quite reasonable even as his free hand closed on Wonder Woman's bare buttock, easily gripped to one side of the slender strand that served as the rear part of her blue-and-white-and-gold loincloth. "You weren't nearly so shy that time at the waterfall."

Memories of that time on Eternia flashed immediately into both womens' minds, and they blushed even more deeply. Swift Wind had been there, of course, forgotten and ignored as he supposedly grazed by the side of the water. In the pool where the waters grew calm once more, further down from the waterfall, both heroines, brunette and blonde, had been completely naked, not even wearing the boots and tiaras Swift Wind had left them with in their present circumstances. In such cold water, bathing close together had seemed natural. Sharing body heat had been even more natural, as Wonder Woman, far more experienced in such matters, had reached around with steady, skilled hands to start soaping up She-Ra's gorgeous, perfect tits. They weren't quite as large as Wonder Woman's, of course, but She-Ra's paler complexion (marred only by the tanning of a life spent under the sun) made her even more sensitive, as Wonder Woman discovered when she squeezed, then tightly pinched, She-Ra's plump pink nipples.

As Wonder Woman's red-painted nails withdrew from She-Ra's tender flesh, the Princess of Power turned with deft skill, and grabbed the raven-haired heroine's wrists. Mock-wrestling each other, pushing forward and back, the mighty women grunted as each fought against the strength of her opponent, finding it equal to her own. Then full, rounded breasts squeezed against each other as the mock-combatants drew closer together, and both gasped in unison at the sudden contact. Once again, it was Wonder Woman who upped the ante, squeezing her muscular thigh between She-Ra's spread legs, and only a few moments of rapid grinding were needed before She-Ra's body started to tremble and sweat...right before She-Ra returned the favor, gritting her teeth as she fought to hold out longer.

Despite being surrounded by beautiful and powerful girls and women (and Adora, She-Ra's alter ego, was hardly more than a girl herself), and despite a few tentative encounters with the three men in her life, He-Man, Bow, and Sea Hawk, She-Ra had never had her eyes opened to the possibilities inherent in her own sex. Naturally, exposed to something wild and new and exciting, even with all her will set against "losing" to the more experienced Wonder Woman, it was only a matter of sweaty, slick minutes before She-Ra was yowling like a she-cat, her washboard belly clenching visibly, along with the rest of her sleek, muscular body, as she started to gush all over the Amazonian princess' thigh.

[http://www.darah.com/she-ra/usrg/rebellion/bow/bow.asp

http://www.darah.com/she-ra/usrg/rebellion/seahawk/seahawk.asp]

Taking advantage of the other woman's weakness, Wonder Woman eagerly snatched up her golden lasso, lying with her other clothes, and swiftly lashed She-Ra into a proper bondage position, flat on her back on the grassy shore, wrists and ankles bound tightly together behind her back, keeping those lovely thighs splayed wide. It was the perfect position for a sixty-nine, which Wonder Woman soon demonstrated as she mounted her blonde counterpart, splaying herself out from above in an almost reverse mirror image of She-Ra beneath. All it took was a single slow, drawn-out lick across She-Ra's exposed quim before the Princess of Power swiftly got the idea, and started to return the favor, with interest! Before too long, She-Ra and Wonder Woman were shuddering together in the throes of a mindblowing shared orgasm, and She-Ra had to keep her mouth working just to keep from drowning in the gush of juices from the Amazon's slit.

All the while, Swift Wind had watched quietly, without comment, just like he'd watched so many times before...and would so many times to come.

Neither woman could look at Swift Wind as the realization of what they'd been doing to him struck home. She-Ra, especially, burned with guilt: she'd known she was teasing her Swifty! Oh, she hadn't really realized quite the extent to which he had feelings for her - he was a different species, after all - but there were so many times when she could clearly remember a very real and very naughty thrill at having the brown eyes of her beloved steed watching her as she removed her clothes, whether to bathe, to sleep, or for any other reason that arose.

"I'm sorry, Swift Wind," she said softly, looking down. "I didn't...I mean, I wasn't...I mean..."

She-Ra's words were interrupted by Teela's high-pitched scream, muffled only slightly through her gag, her juices drenching the fur of Swift Wind's fingers as he so easily brought her to orgasm. Withdrawing that hand from Teela's nethers, and his other from Wonder Woman's, the winged unicorn stallion walked toward She-Ra...then pressed his fingers to her lips. Without thinking, She-Ra parted her lips, then gasped softly as she tasted red-haired Teela's juices.

"Clean my fingers, mistress," he said in that deep, soft voice of his. She-Ra couldn't even begin to consider resisting, as she started to slowly fellate each digit, one by one, until they were completely clean.

"I take it you appreciate the costumes I chose for your playthings," came another, more commanding female voice. Swift Wind didn't even bother to turn to look at Evil-Lyn, though the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk as he let his now clean hand stray slowly down She-Ra's defenseless body, his eyes watching her face as she bit her lower lip to stifle a whimper of rising excitement.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ic3wBzOEcYw for that voice...and Evil-Lyn's interest in great, gorgeous muscles]

"You picked nice clothes," Swift Wind finally admitted, just as She-Ra's head snapped back at the touch of those great hands against her barely-covered breasts, before the thick fingers sank slowly into plush mammaries. "I thought putting clothes on to have sex was a bad idea before. Now..."

"Changed your mind, have I?" chuckled Evil-Lyn, running a delicate, long-fingered hand over Swift Wind's back. "And what, pray tell, do you think of...this?"

Letting his eyes stray from She-Ra's body, Swift Wind's smile spread wider as he openly admired Evil-Lyn's present attire. He nickered in appreciation at the scanty body armor, its ridges like skeletal hands that only barely clasped and covered from sight the bare (and they were very bare indeed) essentials of Evil-Lyn's shapely body. A moment later, his upper lip curled, showing Evil-Lyn a clear, instinctive flehmen, something he'd done his best to restrain up until that point, as he'd been trying not to sink into atavistic behavior.

[http://rkdnstudios.deviantart.com/art/Evil-Lyn-128145408]

"I'm glad you approve," laughed the witch, reaching down to almost lovingly caress Wonder Woman's soft black hair. "It's...refreshing, actually, to be the victor at last, and not have to always be on the lookout for that oaf, Skeletor, trying to snatch up the spoils. And Hordak is hardly interested in the pleasures of the flesh: only power excites his heart of metal and magic. But you..." her smile was sultry as she slowly licked her lips. "You have desires I can appreciate, Swift Wind. You understand the value of limitations...eep!"

The witch gasped as Swift Wind reached out with one strong hand, and easily caught her around the waist, pulling her against his chest. His smile was calculating as he gently tilted Evil-Lyn's face toward his own.

"I was going to have Teela get to work on her mother," he said, his slightly whickering voice making the evil witch tremble in his grip, "but I can tell now she'll need some guidance."

Stepping away from She-Ra, letting the Princess of Power slump weakly against her bonds, panting hard for breath, Swift Wind's other hand reached out, unlooping the chains holding Teela suspended from the rafters. Lowering her, he easily lifted the slender redhead over one shoulder, while still gripping Evil-Lyn firmly around the waist, and carried both women toward where the Sorceress of Castle Greyskull trembled against the pillar of pink kryptonite. As she was pulled ever nearer to that shining pillar, Evil-Lyn's eyes widened, and she began to struggle in the stallion's powerful grip. Her struggles only made Swift Wind glance down with a knowing smirk, before he pushed her to her knees, then placed Teela right next to her, so that they were both staring up at the feathery skirts of the Sorceress.

"Something wrong, Evil-Lyn?" Swift Wind teased gently, removing Teela's gag. "Feeling weaker than normal? And more aroused? Don't worry," his great hands rested on the backs of both womens' heads, and he pressed them gently forward, "you'll start to like the feeling soon enough."

Evil-Lyn was just opening her mouth to protest, before her lips met those of Teela. Teela, too dazed from her recent forced orgasm, and the tingling pleasure building up within her from the presence of pink kryptonite, immediately began kissing her former enemy, her eyes out of focus, her mind too hazy with lust and need to even consider resisting Swift Wind's will. Protests muffled by the kiss, Evil-Lyn struggled, her barely-clothed breasts rubbing against Teela's as she did so, before she gave a soft, despairing whimper, and let her eyes close, her lips now pressing back against Teela's.

"You should be proud," Swift Wind told the Sorceress, even as he hooked a finger into the bosom of her feathery garment. "Your daughter just made a new friend. Isn't that what good mothers always hope for their children?"

"If you do this," the Sorceress cautioned, her voice fearful and steadily rising in pitch as she watched Swift Wind's finger steadily tug her one-piece clothing downward, until, suddenly, her streamlined breasts popped into view, "you'll only be hastening the powers of darkness in their bid to rule the universe!"

"Look, Sorceress," Swift Wind explained, smiling gently as he worked her clothes down to her waist, exposing her smooth tummy, not as muscular as her daughter's, but not unpleasant on the eyes at all. "I'm not in this for causes, or power, or any of those big things idiots like Hordak want. All I want is a harem of my own, and somewhere to enjoy them to my heart's content. I've gone without what I want - what I need - for years now, and I think it's past time that I get what I deserve."

"You don't understa-ah!" the Sorceress began as she watched her clothes fall to the floor at her booted feet, her voice turning to a startled gasp as Evil-Lyn kissed one of her inner thighs, and Teela, copying the witch, kissed the other. "Please, you must listen!"

"I'm not stopping you from talking," Swift Wind said casually, smiling down at his two new pets as they eagerly got to work acting out his will, kissing and nibbling their way steadily upward, toward the tender junction of the Sorceress' legs.

"I'm a living seal," the Sorceress started to explain, talking as quickly as she could, her eyes fixed on her own daughter's face as Teela, her eyes heavy-lidded, began to lean in close to the older woman's tender quim, soft breath wafting over its white, feathery pubic fuzz. "Hordak thinks he's seized all my power, but he hasn't. Skeletor knew what I was, and that's why he gave up trying to seize me directly after a while: he knew that if he dared, he'd unleash more power than even he could control. If I lose control of the energies contained within me, then the boundaries between worlds start to become less firm, less binding. I've worked for uncounted ages to control my emotions, to keep myself ever in check. I even gave up my own daughter to be raised by a mortal man, so that I wouldn't be rendered useless for my task with feelings of constantly-remembered love and affection. So that I wouldn't lose control of the forces contained within me, and over which I must stand as everpresent judge."

"What you mean," Swift Wind said softly, slowly rounding the pillar and lightly snapping a collar of the shining pink material around She-Ra's lovely neck, before he started to unbind her, "is that you're afraid of what will happen when you have an orgasm. Is that it?"

"Yes," admitted the Sorceress, looking down, her face flushed in shame...before her eyes met those of Evil-Lyn, before the wicked mage smiled cruelly. "No! Please!"

"With your permission," Evil-Lyn said, turning to look at Swift Wind, who was just settling onto his throne, pulling Wonder Woman and She-Ra to either side of his towering stallionhood, their eyes and mouths wide at the sheer size and raw presence of that stiff male organ.

"Let's see what happens," Swift Wind said with a slight inclination of his head, before his hands went to the backs of his nearest slaves' heads. "It should be interesting to watch, at least."

"Noooo!" wailed the Sorceress. "AIIIEEEEEEE!"

Her high-pitched wail was brought on as Evil-Lyn pushed Teela's face fully against the older woman's delicate, lightly-feathered pudenda. Almost immediately, the younger woman (hardly more than a girl, actually, despite her position at court) started to lick greedily at the smooth inner lips of the Sorceress' sex, her tongue darting up and down like a painter's brush. Evil-Lyn smiled up wickedly at the Sorceress one more time, before she fixed her gaze on Teela, her eyes glowing softly as she channeled her own extensive knowledge of sexual skill into the inexperienced girl, filling her mind as well as her body with the abilities needed to bring her mother to the most mind-blowing orgasm of her immortal life.

"Swift Wind!" begged the Sorceress, desperately jerking against her chains. "You can't do this! You could doom us all! PLEASE!"

"That," said Swift Wind softly, his wings spread wide as he smiled down at the two beautiful women who had just begun to tentatively run their tongues in a slow caress over his full, heavy sac, tasting his heady musk, letting it rapidly intoxicate them both, "is a risk I'll just have to take."

Teela's tongue found the Sorceress' clitoris, then, and she looked up, meeting her mother's eyes. Then, slowly, deliberately, she placed her tongue solidly against that firm, throbbing little lovebutton...and slowly...sooo slowly...licked up...and over.

The Sorceress screamed as her body jerked taut against her bonds, bending like a bow until she was bent almost backwards. Then, in a flash, everything went white.

*

The slovenly gamorreans straightened as General Scales passed their posts as he stalked down the twisting corridors of the interior of Jabba's Palace. Only scant minutes before, the towering, powerful saurian had lifted the entire gelatinous bulk of the mighty Jabba the Hutt over his head, right in front of his entire inner court. The slave auctions had been scheduled to take place at that time, but they had been temporarily delayed while Scales, representative of the Council of Evil, did a little "housecleaning."

While at the far end of the room, General Scales drew all eyes to himself, around the edges of the crowd, those loyal to him, or at least to the Council, made sure there was no intereference. Shego had earned the respect of the gamorreans Jabba loved to use so much early on, when she'd deftly broken the wrist of one of the pigmen that had gotten a little too grabby for his own good. As for Crita, the magic she had at her disposal, though counted as weak by the standards of the truly great mages, was more than enough among the magically-inept occupants of Jabba's court to earn her an aura of mystery and fear. And where mystery and fear failed, there was always Shendu, his immense, scaly, muscled bulk more than enough to make it quite clear that he, and his son, Drago, were not forces with which the wise dared to trifle. Add in the kig-yar and jiralhanae that had come with Shendu, and the sharpclaws Scales had brought with him, and anyone who might have doubted that a change was about to take place quickly revised his or her stance.

"We ignored your crooked dealings before, Jabba," growled General Scales in a voice that was, astonishingly, quite calm, and utterly without strain, as though he were not hefting one of the larger members of a significantly weighty race. "You grew even more wealthy than before from the profits of slave sales as prisoners passed through your clutches, thanks to the machinations of the Council. Now, however, you have gone too far." Digging his metal-clawed hand into the bulk of the terrified gangster's thick neck, stifling whatever Jabba had been about to say in his defense, Scales motioned with his head toward the two girls kneeling by Shendu's feet, their leashes held in one of the dragon-man's massive talons, clad only in the skimpy slave costumes Jabba loved so well: the princesses Jasmine and Mulan. "Dainties such as these are only for the use of the Council. We require them to bring about our plans. And you," he curled his upper lip, showing his razor-sharp teeth, "have dared to deny us our due!"

Only now, at the end, did General Scales raise his voice, and then only for a brief moment. Then his massive, sharp-clawed foot nudged the switch Jabba kept by his feeding bowl, before his immense muscles heaved, and the slime-covered hutt went sailing with a final horrified bellow through the air, and down the trapdoor that opened in the floor right before Jabba's flat-topped throne.

Sneering down at the trapdoor, Scales lifted his foot, and the opening snapped almost immediately shut.

"Well?" growled the sharpclaw leader, looking around the room. "Get the music started again. Your festivities may continue. This matter is finished." Then his mouth turned up in a nasty smirk as he glanced toward the princesses chained at Shendu's feet, before he motioned toward the carbonate-encased tiger crouching near another far wall of the chamber. "Shendu," he growled, "shackle those two to the paws of that tiger: we might as well leave them on display for a while longer...as trophies of our new mastery of Jabba's holdings."

As Shendu moved to comply, dragging the struggling princesses behind him, General Scales walked toward the passage leading to the rear areas of Jabba's Palace, where not even VIP guests were allowed to go. Shego and Crita swiftly moved to flank him. Drago, however, did not. With a glance, General Scales saw the younger dragon-man standing in a shadowy alcove. Obviously Drago had taken Scales' command that the festivities continue quite literally, as he had a shapely rodian girl on her knees before him, resting her naked, heart-shaped green bottom on her heels as she bobbed her head, her tubular mouth stretched astonishingly wide around the dragonboy's surprisingly sizable penis.

[http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Greeata\_Jendowanian/Legends]

"Rodians are said to give the best blowjobs in the galaxy," Crita helpfully provided. "Their mouths have more voluntary muscles than the vaginas of a majority of known races, with only a rare few exceptions."

"Then that fool won't be paying much attention to his duties," growled General Scales, putting his good hand on Crita's shoulder. "Go and back up Shendu, Crita. Make sure he's able to keep control of the situation. We've just staged a successful coup, but that's the time when the scum float to the top and try for a piece of the action. If you are able to hold our position here at this tenuous time, tell Shendu I'll reward him with the Princess Mulan. I know he's been lusting after her gold-skinned sex ever since he learned she was here."

"And what about me?" asked Crita challengingly. "Don't I get a reward for my services?"

"That boy, the one with the red hair?" General Scales said with a dismissive wave of his clawed hand. "Archie Andrews, that was his name. I know you're fond of the innocent ones. You may have him for your amusement." Then his lips curled in a wry smirk. "So long as you are willing to share: I do enjoy the occasional boy to round out my fun from time to time."

Crita nearly squealed in delight, but quickly got control of herself, clearing her throat before she answered.

"Of course, General."

Not waiting to see if his orders were carried out, but rather expecting that they would be (for all who worked with him knew the consequences of failure, and that they were equal to the rewards for success), General Scales continued down the hallway, Shego by his side. Mostly ignoring the various aliens that walked patrols along these back passages, General Scales cast a shining yellow eye down on the slender, green-skinned young woman.

"You haven't asked for a reward, Shego," he commented, before his eyes turned forward once more.

"I contracted for a set pay," Shego answered with a shrug, never once moving her eyes from face-forward. "That's how mercenary work goes: I set my services at a certain price, my employer pays me up front, and after that I don't take counter-offers. The Council hasn't stiffed me yet, so as long as the money stays good, my loyalty stays bought."

"A good policy," Scales agreed with an approving nod. "And I can smell that you're telling me the truth. All the same, as I am the representative of your employers, perhaps I could see fit to bestow a...bonus." He turned his head slightly, to look fully at the green-skinned woman. "But we shall see. It depends entirely on what you most enjoy."

Before Shego could answer the unspoken question of the massive sharpclaw, their conversation was interrupted by the sounds of flesh-slapping-flesh in one of the side passages abutting the main passage. Even Shego's normally impassive expression faltered, her cheeks flushing a darker green than normal, at the sight (and sounds!) of a burly gamorrean warrior taking his time, working his girthy green cock in and out of the upturned, black-furred bottom of the smooth-furred jackal, Matt. Another gamorrean knelt next to his comrade, nodding in appreciation as he, like Shego, watched that immense green pillar of flesh piston slowly forward and back within Matt's tense tailhole, while the muscular rapist's fingers sank deeply into supple black flesh. The gamorrean waiting his turn held Matt's wrists in one meaty fist, while the other stroked the throbbing dark shaft between the helpless male's legs. Moaning through the muzzle covering his face, the anubian looked up with an expression of dazed, forced pleasure, before his head sank once more to the hard stone floor of the chamber.

"We've had many break-in attempts recently," General Scales commented casually as they passed the room, holding out a holographic display device so as to better demonstrate to Shego what he meant, showing as well as telling. "And even one attempt at betrayal." A touch of a button, and two four-jawed faces appeared. "A sangheili warrior, and his daughter, and a fool mantrin who objected to our practices. They dared to assist a break-in by another group working for the galactic authorities. Of course, they were all captured, thanks in no small part to a counter-betrayal by one of their own." Another image, this one of Brain, now appeared, followed by images of Penny, Atsuko, and Kayla. "A dose of the lycanthropy serum developed by our organization's chief science officer, and the dog was more than happy to join us, in exchange for three of the intruders as his personal slaves. After putting red collars on them, we were more than happy to comply with his wishes."

[http://specter06.deviantart.com/art/From-the-Titan-A-E-How-to-Draw-Book-Stith-1-421170197]

"These red collars keep showing up," Shego mentioned with a frown. "Where do they come from, and what do they do?"

"Worried we'll use one on you?" asked Scales with a mocking sneer. "We might, but only if you don't live up to your reputation. Once wrapped around a victim's neck, they immediately create an intense desire to serve the maser assigned when the collar is created. Obedience to one's master creates a sense of exquisite pleasure, which gradually erodes the will of the wearer until they're hardly more than a pet. Resisting those orders, in turn, causes intense suffering, and robs the victim of physical ability, leaving the slave weak and easily overpowered. As for where they come from, that's classified information. Suffice to say they're not based on technology - they're a product of magic instead. Perhaps Magica DeSpell will tell you their source, if you ever get the chance to talk to her." His smile was cold, then. "I wouldn't recommend asking, though: Magica loves to perform experiments on those who bother her. Right now, she's exploring new ways to draw magical power from inflicting pleasure and pain on her victims. Her last victim, the sorceress Ariel, was left almost mindless after several hours of rape by magically-summoned tentacles, and last I saw her, her belly was swollen to its utter limits with an otherworldly pregnancy. She's probably given birth to more tentacled horrors by now."

"Understood," said Shego, her face grim. "Don't ask Magica DeSpell anything."

"Smart woman," growled General Scales. "But here's a set of prisoners that might interest you," he added, handing over the holographic display. Shego took the offered item, her eyes widening as she saw who was being shown.

"Doctor Ann Possible," she said, a slow smile spreading across her face. "And the young Joss Possible." She briefly noted the presence of a blonde-haired boy she'd seen with that red-headed tart, but quickly cycled past him. "I don't know these two, Ben and Gwen Tennyson, but I do know this girl," she added, jabbing a finger at the Asian teen floating before her on the readout. "Jade Chan. I imaging Shendu will be very interested in know that she's a prisoner."

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"I am saving her for a surprise," answered General Scales. "After all, the interrogation process can be...unpredictable. Threatening to bring in Shendu after stimulating her ovaries might be just the bit of leverage I need to make her talk. Once Shendu - or Drago for that matter - know that Jade Chan is our prisoner, however, there will be no holding them back until she is their broken, obedient slave. Hardly useful to me for gathering information. But I trust your discretion."

"Of course," Shego said, stonefaced once more.

"I also trust that you'll enjoy at least two of our prisoners," he added with a dark chuckle. "If for no other reason than their relation to a certain gadfly of your past acquaintance."

"Yes, sir," said Shego, her smile cold and hard.

"I know your preference for females," continued the general as they reached a bend in the tunnel, before he turned, and began tapping a code into a keypad attached to a thick metal door. "I assure you, Jabba's Palace has a great many delightful toys for ensuring prisoners here are most...cooperative." The door slid upward with a soft hiss. "Most of those toys have applications that extend well beyond mere interrogation, provided one is careful in their use."

Stepping into the room beyond the metal door, General Scales motioned to the two figures in the room. One was a gold-furred fox with a white underbelly and purple half-spirals on the thighs. At a glance, since the fox had no clothes, Shego could tell the fox lacked any visible genitalia, which made her promptly start to suspect the creature was a digimon: digital monsters were well-known for having reprogrammable genders. The fox dangled from the ceiling by shackles on the wrists, and had shackles on the digitigrade ankles as well.

The other figure in the room was strapped face-up on a metal rack, as naked as the golden fox. Unlike the digimon, however, Shego could immediately tell that this prisoner, a raccoon, was male. Very male, she noted with a light arching of one eyebrow. Rather surprisingly so, actually, considering his relatively small stature, though his physique was impressively sculpted, proportionate to his size, his pectorals firm, his belly taut and washboard bumped. Viewed from a strictly artistic or professional perspective, Shego had to admit she could admire the care the raccoon had put into his body. She'd put in enough work of her own to know how much effort such attention took.

"You remind me," said General Scales, approaching the fox and cupping the slender chin, "of someone I once knew."

"You're General Scales," responded the fox with a voice Shego found surprisingly feminine for an obviously neuter being, leading her to classify the digimon as female, even without any obvious 'attachments' to that effect. "Krystal told me about you."

"Ah," Scales said with a triumphant grin. "So you do know that Cerinian slut! Excellent. I suppose you also know what I did to her."

"She said you weren't half-bad," responded the digimon with a light shrug. "Once you stopped showing off for your troops. When you felt you had something to prove, however, she said that you were quite...brutal."

"'Saurian dick brutal,'" General Scales said with a sharp-toothed grin. "'Not gentle like mammals.' Yes, I remember it well. I remember how good a slave she was, too. Her and that foxboy that arrived a little later...well," his expression soured, "until he escaped, that is. He was a nuisance after that!"

"We'll try to be a lot more'n just a nuisance, scaly-boy," taunted the rack-bound raccoon with a confident grin on his face. "Trust me, you oughta seriously consider givin' up right now if you don't wanna get into a big world o' hurt."

General Scales glared at the raccoon, then grabbed a lever by the rack, jerking it all the way down. Instantly, the raccoon's body went taut, jerking upward against the bonds holding him by wrists and ankles to the rack. At first, Shego thought his tension was purely from pain, based on his clench-jawed expression. Soon, however, she realized she was at least partially mistaken, as the raccoon's sheath had started to sport more than a little of firm pink wood.

"Next time," growled Scales, throwing the switch back up, letting the raccoon slump, gasping for breath, back to the slab, "think before addressing your betters. Shego," he continued in the same deep growl, turning to look at the green-skinned woman, motioning toward a large, boxlike control panel near one wall, "operate the mind-hacker. I want this vixen to start looking like a vixen." He leaned in close to the gold-furred fox's face, his smile very, very unpleasant as he sported his many sharp teeth. "Vixens have so many wonderful weaknesses. I intend to show you all of the ones I discovered while exploring that blue mammal girl's body. And perhaps discover a few more while I work!"

Renamon's blue eyes watched with impassive calm as a host of long wires, each tipped with a suction cup, lowered from the ceiling, surrounding the digimon's body. Shego frowned in concentration as she handled the controls, manipulating the deceptively strong wires as they sank each cup firmly into place all over Renamon's body. Data flowed freely into her panel, showing her so much of the digimon's being, and yet keeping the most essential parts of personality and memory clear of her direct manipulation: even on a digital creature like Renamon, the "soul" was almost impossible to touch. At least not without highly specialized equipment.

Another short manipulation of the controls, and Renamon's eyes widened, while blue lines of raw power flowed into her. Suddenly, her body tensed, then began to jerk this way and that, gyrating before the eager golden-eyed gaze of General Scales.

"Don't resist," he growled, reaching out with his claw-hand and stroking it with surprising gentleness over Renamon's suddenly-budding bosom. "The more you resist, the more unpleasant it feels. But if you give in...rrr...no, not unpleasant at all."

Panting now, Renamon shook her head, her broad footpaws kicking in the air, making the shackles rattle. Her cheeks were flushed, her body trembling with untold inner tension. Still firmly strapped to the table, Rocket had to swallow and look away: he felt guilty feeling arousal at seeing Renamon so exposed, so utterly vulnerable. Then more of the wires arched upward, and Renamon squealed loudly as they penetrated her swiftly-developing vagina and tailhole, her entire body tensing, arching, her hands grasping desperately at the air. While the stiff wires were hardly thick enough to cause more than minor discomfort, they crackled with raw programming, and the deeper they plunged into Renamon's gyrating body, the more her body began to change.

"Can you program her womb?" growled Scales eagerly as he reached out, gripping the back of Renamon's head, pulling her to him, forcing her blue eyes to meet his golden ones. "Can you force her to bear my egg?"

"Let's see," Shego mused, then nodded as she began typing on the controls before her. "Yes, it looks as though it's not that hard to do, actually. She'll be trapped in female form until the egg comes to term, though."

"That," chuckled Scales wickedly, running his tongue over the tops of Renamon's full, white-furred breasts, "will be quite all right."

"No," whimpered Renamon, shaking her head weakly, only to have her voice temporarily stolen, forcing her to mewl pitifully as the sharpclaw leader's talons squeezed firmly into her plush breasts, rough-scaled palms rasping her delicate and oh-so-sensitive pink nipples. "I won't let-mmm!"

Words cut off with a brutal kiss, Scales took his time, knowing that every moment that passed rendered Renamon that less able to resist him as Shego rewrote the lithesome beauty into a good little sex slave. Clawtips biting into her perked, erect nipples, Scales drew his head back just far enough to watch Renamon's face turn to the ceiling, mouth wide in a loud vixen's wail, before he cut off her voice once more with another kiss.

"General," Shego suddenly reported, her eyebrows raising. "Make her cum again if you can: I got a flash of something when you pinched her nipples like that."

Ignoring Renamon's pitiful, desperate pleading as her body trembled, her eyes flashing a host of blue numbers as she was transformed into something more to Scales' tastes, reprogrammed into an obedient, submissive, kittenish sexpet, the mighty sharpclaw hoisted her legs up, and rested the backs of Renamon's knees on his broad shoulders. Salivating copiously at the sight of that flushed digi-pussy, Scales didn't even bother trying to hold himself back, plunging his muzzle greedily into that gushing sex, squeezing her firm, muscular little rump tightly as he held her still, kept her from escaping the rush of forced pleasure. Tilting his head slightly, his muzzle questing out that throbbing pink nub, Scales found the place he'd discovered as easily on Krystal, back when she'd been his plaything, and began to lash it with his broad, powerful tongue until...until...

"AAIIIEEEEE!" wailed Renamon, her legs kicking out, paws splayed on either side of Scales' head, eyes flashing with bright blue light as the programming took hold. There was nothing left of her now that could resist whatever the cruel General might want Shego to do to her. Thick, brutal digits sinking even more deeply into the vixen's tense buttocks, Scales didn't slack his cruel cunnilingus for even a moment, instead pushing his tongue deeper, and then deeper still, until he was flicking his tonguetip right against the gates of her womb itself, tasting Renamon as Shego touched another button...and Renamon's entire body jerked, almost bending double, as she was forced into a full, desperate heat.

"Little mammal needs an egg!" laughed Scales as he pulled his tongue free of Renamon's still-quivering depths, letting her dangle limply from the ceiling until he tapped a nearby button, releasing her bonds, letting her slump to her knees on the floor. "Did blue mammal girl tell little gold vixen that she gave me an egg?" He grinned toothily, holding up two fingers. "Twice! First time, she fought and kicked. Second time, she begged." He stepped forward, towering over Renamon as she knelt, panting, trying desperately to catch her breath. "Now, you will beg," he growled down at Renamon, tugging free his belt, letting his heavy leather loincloth fall to the floor, his immense, green-scaled cock popping to full erection. "Beg for my eggmaker."

"I..." Renamon panted, shaking her head, blinking her eyes as she tried to form coherent thoughts, tried to find her way through the fog of lust and sexual programming that had filled her, overwritten her. "I...I want your eggs..." she looked up at Scales, then lifted her hands, clasping each four-fingered hand together at first, then tilting them downward, like a dog begging for table scraps. "Master."

"We shall see," he growled, taking a step forward, the swollen head of his penis touching the tip of Renamon's black-padded nose, leaving a dab of precum behind. "Prove it."

Without hesitation, Renamon opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could, and bent her head forward. Scales hissed with an intake of breath as she closed her pretty, slender muzzle around his full, throbbing penis, and started to bob her head. Popping free of his penis for a moment, Renamon swirled her dainty pink tongue around his scaly, spiked glans, then flickered her way along the extra-sensitive "v" at its base before going back to bobbing her head. The way her blue eyes looked up at him, looking even larger thanks to the darkness that surrounded them, her expression one of complete, utter worshipfulness...before too long, Scales felt his balls starting to tense.

"RRAAAGH!" bellowed the mighty sharpclaw leader, grabbing Renamon's head with his good right hand, holding her firmly in place as he started to cum. His orgasm just grew all the more powerful and intense at the sight of her face, her expression one of adorable bewilderment at the sheer volume of his thick, white eruption. Her cheeks bulged, hands rising to press against his inner thighs, as though somehow she could push away how much he was pumping into her cute little muzzle. All the same, Renamon was a digimon, and she'd been programmed to serve: she swallowed. Every last drop.

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Pulling back, pausing only long enough to wipe his shaft on her cheek, General Scales gripped Renamon's shoulder, and easily turned her around, before shoving her onto all-fours. She was still trying to catch her breath as Scales moved smoothly, slotting his cock with practiced precision against and then into her clutching little cunny. He'd sired quite literally hundreds of eggs on scores of females, willing and unwilling, enough to fill up a regiment, and he knew just how to drive his hips forward, rolling them at just the right moment to make the wriggly little vixen squeal, juices gushing out to soak his inner thighs, and then his heavy balls as he squeezed them firmly against the backs of her thighs.

"There it is," Shego confirmed with a confident nod of her head. "When you mentioned the blue mammal girl, I figured you meant Krystal, the famous Cerinean diplomat. And now I've got an image from Renamon's mind that confirms it." Shego looked up, triumphant...and then hesitated, her mouth dropping open, cheeks flushing as her eyes fixed on Renamon's breasts, bouncing rapidly as Scales grunted and snarled over her, his massive talons digging firmly into her upturned bottom, his hips a blur as he hammered the wailing little gold vix with everything he had. His tongue dangled freely, dripping saliva as he drooled over Renamon, only to have the heavily-panting, heavily-flushed digi-fox turn her head upward, and start to suckle on that dangling oral organ.

Forcing herself to tear her eyes away, Shego instead focused on her work: gathering data from Renamon's vulnerable data-based brain. With each orgasm, signaled by the visible flutter of her snug pink tailhole, Renamon's firewall similarly fluttered, allowing Shego to dip inside and snatch a piece of data, copying it to her own database. Doing her best to ignore the loud roar of Scales' orgasm, coupled with Renamon's high-pitched squeal (save for a brief glance up, which she soon regretted, as it distracted her greatly from her work, as she caught sight of Renamon's belly glowing with a soft white light, signaling a successful data transfer - an impregnation to non-digital lifeforms), Shego swiftly compiled her data as she gathered it, forming a picture of Renamon's travels.

Sparing another glance upward to satisfy her curiosity, Shego confirmed where the loud whimpering was coming from: Renamon was making the noise, and with good reason! Right then, Scales was sitting on a metal-backed chair, the gold-furred digi-girl gripped in his massive talons. Even as Renamon wriggled in his grasp, he lowered her down, bottom first, towards his massive upthrust erection. There was no way for Renamon to wriggle out of the way as that fat, dripping glans found her tailhole, and promptly punched inside, making her squeal even more loudly than before.

"Pain ensures ovulation," Scales growled in Renamon's ear, licking her cheek as he started to bounce her at a rapid clip in his lap.

Biting her lower lip, Shego focused her thoughts, and finished her data compilation. Krystal had indeed been on the ship that had brought Renamon to War World. They'd crashed after their hyperdrive had brought them there, following an attack by pirates. A common enough story, considering how active Don Karnage was in space with his various thugs, pirates, and mercenaries. The wily red wolf was certainly a go-getter...his work ethic was actually almost as good as Shego's own! Almost...after all, Shego was working right then, while Don Karnage, and most of his band of galactic scum, were enjoying some "booty" and recreation over at the Treasure Island casino. She'd heard something about making a pair of human girls "walk the plank," or something like that.

But those details weren't especially important. What was important was that Renamon had the coordinates of the crashed ship contained in her memories. And soon, after just a little more fiddling with the controls at her panel - and another wailing orgasm from Renamon, this time while General Scales was balls-deep in her butt - so did Shego.

"Bah!" snarled General Scales, tossing the limp body of Renamon to the floor, his massive shaft still standing at full erection. "Weak little mammals! I have only enjoyed four orgasms, and already she is used up!"

"How well do sharpclaw females perform?" asked Shego dryly as she started to prepare her freshly-acquired data for storage and transfer. Scales grinned a bit sheepishly at the question, then rubbed the back of his head.

"Er...perhaps I am a little rough with my toys," he admitted. "But the process used on the golden one: it can be used on pokemon, can it not?"

"It certainly can," Shego affirmed. "I imagine that'd be pretty important right now, considering the menagerie of the weird-talking little guys we're building up after catching all those trainers."

"Get them up on two legs," General Scales affirmed with a nod, "and we will make a great deal of money. Pity for Jabba: if the Baroness hadn't discovered his duplicity, or if he'd simply done as he was supposed to, he could have been even more fabulously wealthy than he already was."

"You think you killed him?" asked Shego, considering when to bring up what she'd learned from Renamon's brain-drained data.

"Rrgh," grunted Scales with a shrug. "I don't care. What matters is that he is gone for now. If he is wise, he will not make his presence known. That slug will crawl to the lowest, filthiest hole he can find, and stay there until we forget about him. Which may not happen for a long, long time." Then he cast his eyes around, and grinned wickedly as his gaze rested on Rocket, who swallowed nervously, but put on a brave face all the same. "For now, however, I think I will continue to enjoy these prisoners. Your noises earlier made me think you gained information from the golden one. Am I right?"

"Yes," Shego admitted, and was about to elaborate, but General Scales was already stroking his clawed left hand down the raccoon's taut, washboard belly.

"Make a report," he growled over his shoulder, before bending and slowly - oh-so-slowly - running his tongue from the base of Rocket's erect penis, all the way to the tip. "And have my sharpclaws collect our new slut-pet, and take her to their barracks. She is good, yes, but I think she needs more practice." He glanced up, but only for a moment, to meet Shego's eyes. "She is carrying my egg, yes?"

"Yes," Shego affirmed, not bothering this time to try and add anything else: digimon conception could take place nanoseconds after ejaculation, provided the digimon had been fully prepped by someone who knew what she was doing. Someone like Shego. Digimon pregnancies tended to go quickly as well, lasting weeks, or sometimes even days before an egg was laid, depending on the size of the egg, the complexity of the creature inside, and whether any enhancements were used to hasten the process.

None of this really mattered to General Scales. Even as Shego signalled the sharpclaws waiting outside the door to drag the limp Renamon out, tying her to a sturdy spear to better carry her to their barracks, the massive saurian was already manually attaching the suction cup-tipped cables to Rocket's well-formed body. While they wouldn't allow him to reprogram the raccoon, as Shego had done to Renamon, he'd be able to directly stimulate the captive in ways that could be...intense.

Shivering at the thought of what Rocket Raccoon would soon be enduring, Shego hurried from the room. She just barely heard the first loud gasp from the captive, right as General Scales began toying with the control panel, before the door to the torture chamber slid shut behind her.

"What a way to make a living," the green-skinned woman whispered to herself, before a wicked grin spread across her face, memories of what Scales had offered her as a "bonus" playing in her forebrain. "Still, the perks may be more than worth it."