Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure: Entry 46 by Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure: Entry 46

Gideon Kalve Jarvis, Bondage, Cartoon, Choose Your Own Adventure, Crossover, Demon, Human, Impregnation, M/F, Oral, Plot Development, Rule 34, Tentacles, Vaginal, Video Games, Violence (Not In Yiff), peril

When things go south on our first roll, some of the cutest, sweetest heroines in anime end up in extreme peril. But Doomguy's on the case, and nobody messes with bunnies (or cabbits) while he's got something to say about it. Meanwhile, Nova Terra and Widowmaker meet up with some familiar faces, which is just as well, since they were kind of having a hard time on their own, naked and completely unarmed against the endless hordes of Hell unleashed.

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Entry 46

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Superstation

1) Doomguy continues his one-man war on Hell – 6 – let’s see how much Hell we can raze

(70% chance of success, best of 4 rolls)

2) Comet, Krypto, Ace, and Swift Wind lay down the law (an orgy) – 3

3) Laharl and Company meet Comet and Company (probably not an orgy) –

4) Laharl and Company meet Skeletor and Evil-Lyn (definitely not an orgy) –

5) Nova Terra and Widowmaker, alone and naked on a ship bound for Hell – 1 – added as well

(40% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

6) Skeletor and Evil-Lyn encounter Nova Terra and Widowmaker – 1 – thrown in also

(50% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

7) Ratchet and the SWATKats – 2

(60% chance of success, 4 successes or failures)

*Desert City

8) Shendu’s plan takes effect – 1

(an orgy, Rajah will be thawed out, 70% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

9) Fate of the slaves (a Villains scene) – 1

10) Bambi and company make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety – 1

(45% chance of success, 3 successes or failures; success here will put Bambi, Berri, Shirley McLoon, and Goldie Pheasant into active play, and peacefully retire the others; failure will put everyone into the clutches of Shere Khan)

11) What’s going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat’s Casino – a 20’s-style speakeasy – 4

(There are 50/50 odds that either Tanya and Fieval will be ravished, or Gadget, Foxglove, and Tammy will be. The one who isn't ravished, however, will escape and reach our heroes.)

-The Mouse Trap – a pub with the best card games in Casino City – 0

-The Percheron – all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot – 2

-The Pyramid – what are our friends up to? – 0

-Treasure Island – pirate-themed, and pirate-attended – 2

*Castlevania and Environs

12) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs – 1

(50% chance of success for the Queen of Blades, best of 3)

13) King Sombra arrives – 5

(a Villains scene; the fate of Princess Cadence and Shining Armor revealed; Twilight Sparkle has a 50% chance of losing her virginity; Maid Marian has a 30% chance of being ravished)

14) Our teams meet up for the final approach – 1

(60% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

15) Draco and friends – 1

(mostly sex, but 70%, best of 3 all the same)

16) Ayumi, both Lara Crofts, Daring Do, and Rouge do some treasure hunting by themselves –

(40% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

17) Scar arrives – 1

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

*Other Locations

18) Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania –

(60% chance of success, 5 successes or failures)

19) An itch beneath their tails – 4

(Tails gets molested by ponies and horsemen alike)

20) The wolves and dogs on the ship gang up on Big Macintosh – 1

21) What are Bowser, Maleficent, and Magica de Spell doing? (10 votes needed) –

22) Shere Khan’s villainy (10 votes needed) –

23) Wile E. Coyote up to no good…but in to quite a lot of it, knot deep – 4

24) Bucky O’Hare tries to escape the Jungles of Rage –

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

25) Gilda and Stallion, infiltrators – 1

(55% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

26) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage –

(40% chance of success, rolled once for each fleeing character)

Author Notes

Just an incidental note: some folks have offered to help me out in the past. Well, there is one part of writing up the entries that I don’t like very much. That one part is tallying up everyone’s votes. While I love getting feedback, counting stuff and adding it all up is kind of tedious, when I’d much rather get down to the business of just writing up what the votes actually mean.

In other words, if somebody is willing to volunteer for the tally-job, I’d be happy to accept.

On that subject, I’ve decided, since I’m just keeping prior tallies now, what the heck – as long as you only vote on a particular scene once per vote, you can vote for as many different scenes as you want. Except “all of them” – you actually have to pick and choose a little. “All of them” votes, or those similarly worded, will be ignored. Eventually, once choices have been pared down a bit, I’ll switch back to normal voting, but I’ll let you all know when that happens.

Another incidental note: happy birthday to me (as of a couple days ago, that is).

Finally, since there’s a lot of Nova Terra and Widowmaker in this entry:

http://tin-sfm.tumblr.com/post/153051096780/widowterra-novamaker-this-was-novembers

http://tin-sfm.tumblr.com/post/155583992730/patreon-december-raffle-just-another-quick-patreon

UFC Entry 46

[Doomguy’s chances – 70% chance of success, best of 4 – rolled 82 – failure #1]

“Ah!” squealed the adorable, blue-haired little teen as sharp-clawed nails dug into her fine clothes, then ripped them away from her petite body, baring her perfectly smooth pink skin.

“Eeee!” wailed a similarly adorable pink-haired cutie as a wicked mantis-like foreclaw rent through her sailor scout uniform, exposing her to the mocking eyes of the flock of giggling, tittering succubi clustered around the vast chamber.

The pair of denuded youngsters were given only a moment to cling to each other, trembling before the demonic beauty towering over them, tears welling up in their wide, sweet eyes as they looked up with pleading expressions, before two vast, powerful, and yet still strangely delicate clawed hands snatched them both up, and slapped them against a tall, ornately-carved pillar, to which a slightly older, purple-haired young woman was already shackled.

“Your tears are sweet nectar to us,” declared the towering female figure, as much red-carapaced mantis as fiery-haired giantess, even as she ran her unnaturally long tongue over the pink-haired girls’ cheek, one taloned hand lightly pinching one of the sobbing cutie’s pert, budding nipples, while the other lightly stroked between the teen’s legs, making her suddenly gasp in shock, her face the very picture of shocked innocence right on the verge of being forcibly taken. Her dainty little tushie wriggled against the warm stone behind her, and she cried out, grabbing the demonic woman’s wrist. But all in vain, as two succubi crawled down from above, grabbing her own slender wrists, and easily forcing them into cold iron shackles above her head.

“Be strong, Sasami, Chibiusa,” said the purple-haired older teen, putting a brave mask on her own face as she spoke. “We must never give in to darkness, no matter what the cost.”

Withdrawing her hands, Andariel threw back her red-tressed head and laughed in that mocking way that only one of the Handmaidens of Sin can get truly right. Up on the high, raised dais in the middle of the strange, demonic temple, well-lit in red by numerous open pits leading down to realms of fire and endless torment, the blue-skinned spider lady, Cydaea, glanced up from her work binding an especially sweet morsel, and smirked. Then she was back to her work, taking her time as she turned the softly whimpering brown-furred darling nice and slow in her many long legs, winding her unbreakable threads around the little victim, making sure in the process to leave the girl’s precious tushie, pert breasts, and pretty face clear of her webs.

[http://diablo.wikia.com/wiki/Cydaea

http://diablo.wikia.com/wiki/Andariel

http://diablo.wikia.com/wiki/Succubus]

“But she’s got Ryo-Ohki, Ayeka!” declared Sasami as she struggled against the chains more of the creeping succubi had snapped around her own wrists, one of them even giving her irresistibly squeezable little buns a light pinch before withdrawing, knowing these three dainty morsels weren’t for her. “We can’t let them do this!”

“You make it sound as though you have any choice in the matter,” Andariel snorted in derision, her towering breasts outthrust as she rested her hands on her hips. “You’re just lucky all three of you are of royal blood, or we’d be drinking out fill of your pussies, before throwing you to the imps. As it is, we’ve got something special in mind for you.”

“This lovely little creature makes a perfect conduit,” Cydaea picked up, almost lovingly caressing the upturned brown bottom of her prisoner, who now only looked up at her with the sweet, trusting expression of a fawn caught in a snare, and now awaiting the pleasure of the hunter. “If we were working on our own, Andariel would have had her way with you by now, and we’d use you as blood sacrifices to fuel the ritual to summon our Lord and Master into the mortal realm once more, using this delightful little cabbit-girl’s body as the gate. But you are, as my dear Andariel said, of royal blood – the purest and most precious sort, at that. There’s great power in your bloodline, and in your persons, and so we are forced by our alliance to keep you alive and healthy, so as to ensure the successful summoning of Chernobog.”

[http://tenchi.wikia.com/wiki/Ayeka

http://wikimoon.org/index.php?title=Chibiusa

http://tenchi.wikia.com/wiki/Ryo-Ohki

http://tenchi.wikia.com/wiki/Sasami]

“That doesn’t mean we can’t use you, though,” Andariel continued, as she circled to the purple-haired girl between the two younger teens, cupping her upthrust breasts with surprising gentleness, then nodding in satisfaction as the older girl gasped in shock at this unaccustomed treatment. “Just that we can’t kill you, or ruin you…too badly.”

Just when Andariel stopped speaking for a moment, a loud, heavy thumping filled the room, making all three girls bound to the pillar cast their eyes around for whoever – or whatever – could be coming through the vast stone archway leading into the demonic temple. Their eyes grew huge as they fixed on the massive, goat-legged monstrosity filling up the whole corridor, its metal lower legs sending up sparks with each step as it turned…and started to head toward the three helpless princesses.

[The Cyberdemon – http://www.doomwadstation.net/bestiary/]

Seeing the awed expressions on the faces of the girls, Andariel grinned, showing her startlingly sharp teeth…and stepped to the side. Instantly, Ayeka blushed furiously, while Sasami gave a startled “Oh!”, and Chibiusa just gaped in horrified shock: with the Maiden of Anguish out of the line of sight, the three bound princesses could now see the Cyberdemon’s impossibly-sized brown-skinned organ, as thick and ropey with veins and strange wires as the rest of him, until it was almost too distorted beneath its skin to even look like a penis. All the same, it was erect, and it was dripping copious cloudy red fluid onto the floor, each drop hissing slightly as it struck.

Ayeka tried to turn her head away as the Cyberdemon approached, the head of his prick leaving a streak across her pale, aristocratic cheek. Then Andariel’s strong hand gripped the purple-haired princess’ chin, squeezing lightly until Ayeka’s mouth was forced open. Immediately, the Cyberdemon forced the bloated, oversized glans of his member into her mouth, while Andariel started to force Ayeka to bob her head with one hand, the other stroking the majority of the Cyberdemon’s penis – as small as Ayeka’s mouth was, he could only fit a little of the shaft just past the head inside. Tears streaming from her eyes, Ayeka tried to struggle, tried to resist, even, in desperation, tried to bite down. Nothing worked, nothing even slowed down the slow, brutal thrusting of those mighty hips or thick, leather-encased-steel hard prick.

The worst part, though, was how suddenly, irrationally aroused Ayeka felt right then, her inner thighs already slick with her juices.

“You like that big, nasty demon dick, don’t you?” taunted Andariel, one of her mantid talons working between Ayeka’s legs, forcing them apart, then caressing the unbladed back against her defenseless cunny. “That’s it, drink that precum down. Swallow it, slut! The more you drink, the more in our power you’ll be.”

“There is another ritual to bring our Master, Diablo, through,” Cydaea admitted, her speech as calm as though an oral rape wasn’t taking place just a short distance away, even as she casually inspected the snug folds of poor, helpless little Ryo-Ohki’s perfect virgin sex, while the sweet little cabbit-girl continued to watch the Maiden of Lust’s face with a trusting expression. “It’s a great deal more messy and time-consuming, however. First, the floor of this temple needs to be stained with the blood of three special virgins, those with a great destiny. I believe you three qualify nicely, and the Cyberdemon will be quite pleased to shed that virgin blood in the fashion least likely to kill you. Knowing him, he’ll also probably leave you with some ‘surprises’ in your bellies. Then, once you’ve all been properly defiled,” she smiled down at Ryo-Ohki, who smiled back hopefully, though that smile faltered, and then failed, turning swiftly to tears at Cydaea’s next words, “we will chop off this precious little victim’s head.”

The sweet cabbit-girl opened her mouth to cry, her eyes already filled with tears, but instantly one of the many succubi stepped forward, smoothly popping a thick, carrot-shaped dildo into the little cabbit’s mouth, plugging it effectively, leaving poor Ryo-Ohki with a comically astonished expression, even as tears continued to stream down her cheeks.

“After all, she’s no princess,” Cydaea continued, completely uncaring of Ryo-Ohki’s distress, even as she parted the helplessly-bound cabbit’s cunny lips, nodding as she confirmed the presence of her hymen. “Her final life’s blood, the blood of a pure virgin, will serve as the perfect physical form for Diablo to enter this world.”

Sasami and Chibiusa started to struggle against their bonds with all their might…all in vain. Ayeka, meanwhile, couldn’t keep her own struggles from growing weaker…and weaker, while her mind grew ever more hazy, and she fell with irresistible swiftness into the thrall of the Cyberdemon.

If ever someone has a need for a hero, those four girls had it bad.

Widowmaker’s arm shot out, pressing across Nova Terra’s bosom as she brought the other woman to a halt. The blonde’s breasts didn’t deform much, though, as her reflexes were as good as those of the enhanced human who’d once been her opponent. A few quick gestures back and forth, and the pair shared a quick nod: they had their plan of battle.

In the chamber ahead, several strange creatures dangled from the ceiling by nearly invisible strings, rattling softly. Some smoldered a little, smoke rising from the strange wheels in their hands. Where those strings led, of course, was impossible to tell. Not that it really mattered: in Hell, logic took a back seat.

[http://devilmaycry.wikia.com/wiki/Marionette

http://devilmaycry.wikia.com/wiki/Fetish]

Circling the room, nice and slow, the pair, blue-skinned and pink, kept their eyes shifting upward to the hanging menaces, careful not to make a sound. Only when they’d passed beyond the room did they dare to even breathe, sharing a quick congratulatory smile. Right then, naked and unarmed, there was no reason to get into fights. Though both women were highly-trained combatants, with or without their weapons, fighting with weapons was a lot nicer than without, especially when the enemies you faced were all far better armed than you were.

Right then, only the training both women had undergone, until it had become second nature, an instinct as sure as the need to breathe, was what kept them alive as, faster than thought, a piece of the shadows themselves broke away, lashing out with razor-sharp claws, shearing right through the air where they’d just been only a moment before.

Speaking of shears, the walls suddenly burst with creatures, semi-corporeal, dressed in strange robes like the most stereotypical of phantoms, and snapping giant scissors in their hands with fiendish glee. Widowmaker grit her teeth as she only just barely stepped back in time to avoid getting a purple-hued nipple nipped right off, while Nova snapped her hands down, jerking a pair of the giant scissors out of the hands of one of the monsters. Spinning, she lunged at the same time the strange feline creature made of solid shadows lunged, fangs and claws bared and extended far beyond what should have been natural. Meeting the creature head-on, she clacked the scissors together, again and again and again, her expression set in determination as the creature screamed and bled liquid shadows and, finally, painfully, died.

[http://devilmaycry.wikia.com/wiki/Sin\_Scissors\_%26\_Scythe

http://devilmaycry.wikia.com/wiki/Shadow]

For her part, Widowmaker had to admit: she was impressed.

“You look good in black,” she commented casually, even as she just as casually delivered a spin-kick to another of the strange phantoms, then stepped forward, putting her hands on Nova’s breasts, looking down with a smug smirk at the droplets of smoking black blood dotting the other woman’s fair skin.

“This isn’t the time, Widowmaker,” Nova protested, though not nearly as strongly as she might have. After all, they were both still under the effects of Ridley’s dragonsperm, though not as badly as before. Not so badly that they couldn’t function at peak efficiency…that is, when they didn’t get ‘distracted.’ “Look around us: this whole Superstation is going to Hell. Very literally.”

What Nova said was true, of course. The walls were as much organic now as metal, or in places cold, grimy stone where once there had been sterile corridors. Some places had even peeled away completely, leaving what looked like rusted metal grating. All the same, while Widowmaker’s capacity for pleasure had started to return (along with a hefty case of more-than-latent nymphomania), her capacity for fear was the same as it had always been since her “treatments”: zero. She could happily make love to Nova Terra, pressing her blonde partner against the cold, rusty grating behind them, without any hesitation. Which, of course, was exactly what she began to do, kissing the other woman fiercely, savagely, as though daring Nova to answer in kind, or be overwhelmed by the force of Widowmaker’s erotic hunger.

Fortunately, Nova’s ESP was still working, enough that she was able to jerk them both aside just before the first spray of acid splashed against the wall where they’d just been pressed.

[http://silenthill.wikia.com/wiki/Lying\_Figure]

“Go away,” growled Widowmaker, twisting around the strange, distorted Thing that had interrupted her fun, her hands reaching out and, neatly, instantly, snapping whatever passed for its vertebrae, sending it collapsing limply to the ground. “Now, where were we…?”

“Wid,” Nova said very, very softly, resting a hand on Widowmaker’s blue shoulder. “Let’s get out of here. Quietly.”

Turning to follow Nova’s gaze, Widowmaker saw that the room where they’d been moments before, once a semi-large chamber intended for storing cargo being loaded and unloaded from the docks they’d just left, was now almost completely lightless. And in the inky shadows, just barely visible, as though filled with a strange negative light of their own that made them detectable to the naked eye, even in the midst of the blackness, were strange, slowly wavering female shapes. Most were standing, their heads swathed in bandages, their bodies only barely covered by the most abbreviated of nurse’s uniforms. If it weren’t for those strangely distorted heads, actually, they would have been kind of hot. That, and the gleaming, wicked-edged blades each of them carried in her hands.

Somewhere in the middle of the group of softly shuffling figures, however, was a pale woman, her face buried in her hands as she wept, her long, pale hair draped over her hands as well as her face, hiding them from view.

Widowmaker took one look at the scene, and her expression soured.

“Yeah,” she agreed, and turned, somehow managing to sway her hips even as she remained deadly silent. If any of those bandage-faced nurses could still see somehow, they’d get quite a view of Widowmaker’s hot (and now cross) buns.

[http://left4dead.wikia.com/wiki/The\_Witch

http://silenthill.wikia.com/wiki/Bubble\_Head\_Nurse

https://i7a8a9b6.ssl.hwcdn.net/toons-empire.com/upload/mediums/3e/8/9/3e891aabaad9ce2823bfd375bd26d5bd.gif]

Right about then, however, was when things got bad. Really bad.

The next room was quite unlike the rooms before, cold stone castle interior walls rather than rusted grating. In that room, several reptilian humanoids were gathered near the edge of a deep pit, croaking out words in their strange racial tongue, obviously words of lewd encouragement. Near the center of this score or so of lizardmen (and they were very obviously men, their surprisingly mammal-like genitalia dangling freely, bouncing with each move they made) was a tighter ring of them, surrounding one of the bandage-headed nurses, like those from the room Nova and Widowmaker had just left. Other nurses were held firmly in the claws of the lizardmen, while the one in the middle of the circle jerked its head like a bobblehead doll, a motion made even more violent as it was shoved around the circle, always kept in the middle, as the cruel creatures taunted and tormented the poor womanlike being. Every so often, one of the reptiles, its expression hard to see beneath the helmet it wore, would reach out, and snatch off a shred of the bandaged nurse’s ragged, dirty uniform, then jerk his hand back before she could stab him with the scalpel in her hand. That, it seemed, was the game: to take off the strange nurse’s clothes without getting cut. And when such a cut did land home, it was greeted with uproarious laughter from the other creatures, before one with more skill showed the loser how the game was really played, ripping her skirt right off, leaving her shapely, full-figured body completely naked save for the bandages still covering her strangely-inhuman head.

[http://devilmaycry.wikia.com/wiki/Blade]

With a great shout, two sturdy reptiles stepped forward, grabbing the bandaged woman by her shoulders, and roughly shoving her to, and then over the edge of the pit! Nova couldn’t restrain a sharp gasp at such cruelty…nor could she keep her eyes from widening as a loud keening came from that pit, accompanied by a thick, vicious squelching, which sounded just like…

“Something’s raping her down there!”

The stage whisper wasn’t spoken loudly. Only just loudly enough for Widowmaker to hear, or so Nova Terra thought. Apparently, however, the strange reptiles could hear it, and as soon as they heard it, they rounded on the two women, bellowing loud war-cries as they charged forward, brandishing shields and oversized claws on one hand, obviously eager for blood…right up until they saw that the intruders were two shapely, full-breasted beauties. Though their lethal intent immediately vanished, their eagerness lent them even greater strength and frantic, manic speed as they scrambled forward. They were everywhere!

“We’ve got to get clear of them,” Widowmaker said tersely, delivering a kick so powerful, it sent one of the monsters bowling right back into the pit with a wild yell of terror. “If we can just push out of the ring of blood…”

Nova didn’t respond, her mind too focused now on forming a mental shield, a barrier of telekinetic force that would keep the lizards from completely overwhelming them on all sides. Even so, there were so many of them! The blonde woman’s concentration was stretched right to its breaking point, and perhaps a little beyond, as she had to fight with Widowmaker at her back as well as maintain the shield, holding it up even as the disgusting creatures clambered up it, some of them lewdly thrusting their stiff, scaly erections against the softly glowing psi-shield right where she could see them, and do her best to ignore the way Widowmaker’s toned buns rubbed against her own as they stood back-to-back, fending off each of these muscular, well-endowed…

No! She couldn’t think like that! She had to focus, just keep her focus, and don’t let go. That was the dragon poison still working on her, still leaving her mind hazy, but she could push past it. She could overcome! She could win! She could…

No, no she couldn’t.

[40% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures – rolled 77 – failure 1]

Her head slumping forward, Nova stopped fighting completely as her shield finally collapsed, her psychic powers tapped to their fullest extent, and the strong, clawed hands of the reptiles seized her arms. She just went limp in their powerful grip, not trying to fight them anymore as she felt herself dragged forward, right up to the lip of the pit. Widowmaker was right alongside her, still thrashing and kicking and bucking like a wildcat, not caring how this only made her breasts bounce in a way that was incredibly distracting. Nova’s will had gone into everything she’d done, in a way that a non-psychic couldn’t really understand. When her shield finally broke, so did her will, in a very real and very literal sense. Her fate was sealed, and until she could recover her will somehow, all she could do was accept her fate meekly, however horrible.

And what lay at the bottom of that surprisingly shallow pit was horrible indeed.

[http://devilmaycry.wikia.com/wiki/Nightmare]

In the midst of that pulsing, softly glowing mass, several of the bandaged nurses struggled in the grip of thick tentacles, wrapped around their bodies, holding them in a variety of positions, keeping their limbs splayed, open, easy to access. More of the throbbing tentacles were pumping in and out of the well-stretched holes of the womenlike creatures, plundering their bodies with demonic eagerness. The only place the tentacles didn’t reach was beneath the bandages covering the heads of the nurses, and Nova couldn’t help but wonder if they even had mouths beneath those bandages. They could scream, and wail, and moan, however, mouths or not, and they made their facility very obvious as their breasts were made to bounce vigorously.

Also in the pit was the lizardman Widowmaker had knocked over the edge. Struggling desperately as more tentacles gripped his arms and legs, holding him securely on all-fours, the reptile called up with an edge of panic in his voice, crying out to his comrades to save him, to pull him out of the pit, even as the tentacle nightmare wrapped one coil around his tail, forcing it up, laying his firmly-muscled, scaly butt completely bare and utterly defenseless. Instead of helping, however, the other lizards just laughed and jeered and pointed as he started to whimper pitifully, while the entity positioned an especially thick organ right at his tailhole. Nova was pretty sure that, if he’d been able to do so, the poor lizard would have been crying right then. He did try to beg for help, growing hysteric, but he didn’t get the chance, for at that moment, the glistening, slick, slimy tentacle thrust forward, and the doomed lizardman wailed loudly as his tailhole was stretched more widely than he’d ever thought possible. Those almost womanlike wails were swiftly cut off as another tentacle stuffed the poor male’s muzzle, and as smaller tendrils reached up, encircling the lizard’s penis, stroking it to full, dripping erection, he simply closed his eyes, and went limp, surrendering himself completely to his awful fate.

Then Nova was falling, and Widowmaker beside her, the squirming mass beneath approaching with frightening speed, rushing up to meet them. But they were met in midair by strong, serpentine limbs, and dragged down, positioned facing each other on their knees. Already more tentacles were binding their wrists behind them, nice and tight, before forcing them forward, until their breasts were squished tightly together.

“This is all your fault,” Widowmaker said with a mocking smirk.

“No, I…” Nova started to get out, but whatever else she’d been about to say was lost as eager, forceful, throbbing blunt organs thrust upward, plunging at once into quims and bungs, stretching them until Nova and Widowmaker could only pant for breath, they were so thoroughly stretched. Surprisingly, though they both felt very full right then, the tentacle rape didn’t hurt. Whatever stuff was lubricating this creature out of nightmare, it was pretty incredible!

Naturally, Widowmaker took this opportunity to lean in just a little closer, and kiss Nova Terra full on the lips, her tongue swiftly finding its way into the other woman’s mouth.

“You,” Nova growled out as she broke the kiss momentarily, glaring at Widowmaker, “are such a slut.”

Then it was Nova’s turn to kiss Widowmaker, while the tentacles plundering their firm, shapely buns squirmed and gyrated in ways that no human penis ever could.

As has been said many times before, until it became an old saw, “all good things must come to an end.” Though how “good” the present situation might have been remained to be seen. Whatever the case, though, suddenly Widowmaker and Nova felt their bodies tingling, and opened their eyes, just in time to see a red glow surrounding them both. Almost fearful, the tentacles withdrew, and the two women slowly rose into the air, and out of the pit, before being set gently on their feet on the opposite side.

Standing not far from them, a ram’s skull-topped staff in his hand, and an exotically beautiful woman in blue and black and purple slightly behind him, was a blue-skinned man. The staff he was holding stopped glowing the moment the two women were deposited safely on solid ground.

“As I’ve told you many times before, Evil-Lyn,” Skeletor declared in his strangely resonant, somewhat nasal voice (not unexpected, considering that he lacked a nose entirely), “if you want any sort of help these days, you have to go and recruit it yourself.”

[35% chance of success, +10% for the arrival of help – rolled 33 – success 1]

Quite unlike Nova Terra and Widowmaker, Doomguy didn’t bother with stealth. Those rattling puppet things, both the ones with swords and the ones with burning wheels, had come pouring down on him like rain. His shotgun had bellowed again and again, and where that had failed, his fists had followed instead, until nothing but splinters of previous possessed wood were left of the creatures.

“Evil puppets,” Doomguy growled, moving forward, ever forward, almost in a daze. “Evil puppets! Puppets from Hell! What’s this universe coming to if you can’t even enjoy a good puppetshow without-“

BLAM!

BANG!

RATATATATATAT!

“Spiders are small and cute you are not spiders!”

[http://devilmaycry.wikia.com/wiki/Kyklops]

Right then, Doomguy was not on drugs. To be perfectly honest, and perhaps more than a little fair, Doomguy didn’t use a whole lot of drugs. Also to be equally perfectly honest, and more than fair, the drugs he had taken had done some pretty messed-up things to his brain, things that one simply didn’t just walk off. Surrounded by the forces of Hell in a very literal sense, zombies that had once been human, or close enough, coming at him from all sides, possessed of all the fighting force they’d had in life, while the Superstation quite literally fell apart around him, leaving gaping wounds on the skin of reality itself as several dark and terrible dimensions started tearing their way through, it was hardly a surprise that Doomguy would have just let himself get lost in the frenzy.

Of course, in all the midst of the world he knew falling apart, Doomguy saw a few familiar faces. They were almost like old friends to him, the number of times he’d killed them. Actually, he was pretty sure some of them were his old friends, or at least acquaintances, since killing a demon for good was always a rather chancy business at best, as likely to send them off to another plane of existence as not, or at least another part of the plane on which you actually killed them, if it was their home dimension. There were the pinkies, hunchbacked and bullcharging him, same as always. One even tried to put his head in its oversized mouth before he stuffed a grenade down its throat. Of course there were the imps – those guys were everywhere! Stupid brown fireball-throwing so-and-sos. Those fireballs hurt! Skeletal revenants went flying around like they didn’t have a care in the world – and maybe they didn’t, considering that they didn’t have any flesh anymore, and could fly, which Doomguy had always thought was patently unfair – at least until he downed them with his pistol. Those jetpacks they wore exploded pretty good when you hit them just right. As for the mancubus and those goat-legged knights of Hell that got in his way while he was heading toward this weird sort of temple that had sprung up somewhere near the middle of the Superstation, well, that was why God created the BFG.

God also created the BFG for handling doors that were closed. Like the one on the front of this stupid temple-thing. Whatever was in there, Doomguy was pretty sure it was important. And if it was important to these Hellspawn jerks, well, he wanted it. What he’d do with it once he had it, of course, Doomguy really didn’t know, but then, that wasn’t the important thing, was it? What was really important was that he’d get something, and the Hellspawn then wouldn’t have it. Yeah, and that’s the most basic strategy of warfare, after all, probably the basis on which all border conflicts are based…

Wait…bunny? What were they doing with that bunny?! They had a bunny on that altar and they were…no…no they weren’t! No they wouldn’t!! They wouldn’t do that ever again!!!

[65% chance of success – rolled 33 (again, somehow) – success 1]

Cydaea had to admit: she’d never seen someone so utterly dedicated to his craft. As a creature from the realms of Hell, where there was literally nothing to do but your craft, whatever that might be, that was more than saying something.

Somewhere along the line, while teasingly caressing her captive little cabbit’s neck with the razor sharp ritual knife she intended to use to take the little dear’s head clean off, and casually watching as the mighty Cyberdemon smeared his precum across the faces and delightfully pert breasts of the three little princesses, making them drink more than a little of the thick, sticky stuff as well, leaving their faces dazed, their eyes heavy-lidded, their cheeks flushed as they grew steadily more intoxicated on demon spunk, their young bodies steadily more aroused and needy, Cydaea’s attention had been drawn to something of more pressing concern: those gunshots she could hear off in the distance.

Gathering the thin trickle of blood she’d coaxed out of the tiny line she’d drawn across the precious little cabbit-girl’s neck (not enough to kill her, of course – that was the main course at this bloodsex buffet), the spiderqueen let it pool in the palm of her hand…then blinked at what she saw. A single human, alone, armed to the teeth, and beyond, shooting almost constantly, but never at random: almost every single one of those bullets struck demonic flesh, and never more than was needed to put down one of the infernal legions, and keep them down.

Focusing a little harder, Cydaea tried to pry into the strange, green-clad human’s mind. Everyone knew a mere mortal, however strong they might be compared to other mortals, simply couldn’t withstand the rarified mind of a demon queen, especially not one like herself. It was Cydaea’s business to peel open the layers of the mortal mind, and find and exploit the corruption lurking within.

From the first moment she entered the mind of Doomguy (the only name she found in that strange, twisted labyrinth he called a brain!), Cydaea realized she might have made a mistake. This wasn’t…he wasn’t…somehow, he was always thinking! He wasn’t just focused on the one task, on shooting and killing and slaughtering his foes. If that was all he’d been focused on, the Maiden of Lust could easily have caused a slight distraction, a variance from his normal train of thought, and just like that, the minions of Hell would have overwhelmed him. Instead, his mind was constantly rambling, stream-of-consciousness, until Cydaea found herself rattled to her very core just trying to follow each manic thread, unable to keep up, despite all her millennia of experience with mortal minds. Exerting herself, she tried to capture his brain, to turn his thoughts, to seduce him somehow, to perhaps make him an offer that not even he could refuse. But…nothing. Nothing swayed him, nothing stopped the killing, the rampant slaughter. That was all he seemed made to do – not born, made. That was all that gave him a sense of peace, of deep personal satisfaction.

What sort of man-monster was this…Doomguy!?

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCMNWAJiz5Y&t]

“Quick!” she hissed to Andariel, rising up as she let the cabbit drop to the altar, the tone of her voice instantly getting the attention of both Cyberdemon and Maiden of Anguish. “Take those three out of here. Get them to the central command chamber, the heart of the station. Not even Doomguy can reach them there! As for you, Cyberdemon, an old nemesis is here, someone you know far too well.”

The Cyberdemon’s eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring as he held out his hand, the flesh resculpting itself into the hard Stygian steel of his minigun.

“Doomguy.”

Snatching up the three dazed princesses in her large and powerful claws, Andariel had only made her escape by minutes when the great door of the temple burst from its hinges, and the beast known as Doomguy came walking slowly through the smoke, his visor gleaming red in the reflected light of the hellscape below the temple.

“Leave the bunny alone,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft, deceptively calm.

Stepping forward, a haughty sneer on his grotesque face, the Cyberdemon looked down at Doomguy with contempt.

“Your BFG is out of ammo,” he said, his voice a boom even when he was speaking calmly. “Your weapons are depleted. You’ve slaughtered thousands getting here, but you haven’t saved anything for the true challenge: me.”

Squatting at the base of the altar, her fingers steepled before her, Cydaea smiled at the Cyberdemon’s words, knowing them to be all-too-true. She could still read something of Doomguy’s chaotic mind, and knew just as well as the Cyberdemon that he didn’t have one bullet to his name. All he had was…wait…what?

“Cyberdemon!” she called out, but far, far too late.

[http://doom.wikia.com/wiki/Berserk]

The bright red patch on Doomguy’s arm really should have been a dead giveaway.

“You are huge!” crowed the green-armored space marine with glee, leaping forward, moving so fast the Cyberdemon wasn’t even able to bring down his minigun in time before Doomguy was under it, his fists up and pumping like the pistons of a railgun. “That means you have huge guts!!!”

[70% chance of success – rolled 51 – success #2!]

As it turned out, Doomguy was right.

“Come now” Cydaea got out nervously, at least at first, her voice soon taking on the soft, seductive tones of Tokyo Rose as she slowly backed up the stairs, toward the altar, keeping her eyes on Doomguy, her hands upraised, eldritch magic forming in swirling mists around her as she readied her defenses. “There’s no need to be hasty. I’m sure you’re feeling tired, my dear soldier boy. You’ve had such a long journey, and with so many hazards…”

“Stay away from the bunny,” said Doomguy, reaching up and taking off his helmet, its visor now so caked with blood, he couldn’t see through it anyway.

“Surely we can come to some sort of an understanding,” Cydaea continued to wheedle. Only a few more seconds before her spells were at full. Only another few steps before she could reach her little hostage. “You have me now, and I’m defenseless against your raw, overwhelming power. It’s obvious I’m no match for you. Right now, you have me right where you want me…and there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing, except…give you just what you want.” Her smile was enough that any mortal would have been enthralled, completely forgetting about her arachnid lower parts, focusing only on that smile, those eyes, those perfect, flawless breasts…

“Stay. Away. From. The. Bunny.”

Confound this…this…Doomguy! Didn’t he have any desires, any needs, anything at all besides...well…what he did.

Cydaea glanced with a wince toward what was left of the Cyberdemon. No, as she thought about it: she supposed he didn’t.

“Well, if that’s really how you feel,” she huffed. “Girls, get him.”

Screaming, the succubi dropped down from the ceiling and walls like bats unfurling from a cave, screaming in delight at the prospect of fresh menflesh.

Except, by then, Doomguy had reached the Cyberdemon’s remains, and roughly yanked the hellsteel minigun from the gooey chunks left on the floor.

“No,” Cydaea exclaimed with a gasp as Doomguy lifted the oversized weapon, the raw rush of the drugs in his system giving him superhuman strength, and even more than superhuman focus, focus enough to play the stream of bullets along with deadly precision.

“No!” Cydaea cried out, lifting her hands, raw infernal energy infusing her, filling her to the brim, empowering her beyond the dreams of even the most dedicated mortal mage.

But then…Doomguy turned the gun on her.

“NOOOOOO!” wailed the Maiden of Lust, as the bullets tore into her body, riddling her utterly, until there was nothing left but gore.

[75% chance of success – rolled 38 – success #3, and that’s 3 out of 4 rolls]

Breathing hard, his whole body aching now that the Berserk was starting to wear off, Doomguy let the minigun drop from his hands with a clang. Stumbling up the stairs, he pulled his combat knife, and quickly slit the webbing holding the little bunny – at least, she was mostly a bunny, close enough for Doomguy – all tied up, then gently tugging the weird plastic carrot out of her mouth, letting her talk as well.

“You…you okay?” he asked, panting.

“Carrot!” exclaimed Ryo-Ohki, throwing her arms around her hero.

“Foolish women!” growled Skeletor, though he did nothing to stop the pair as they moaned, squeezing his rather sizable blue erection between their tight-squeezed breasts, before bending forward, taking turns, trading his heavy penis and full, swollen blue balls between them. “We haven’t got time for your lust-crazed foolishness. We’re on a ship heading straight to Hell!”

[50% chance of success – rolled 58 – failure #2 of 4

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/2095480]

Nova and Widowmaker, however, simply ignored Skeletor, while Evil-Lyn merely stood by, watching smugly and taking mental notes.

“You don’t understand,” Skeletor tried again, even as Widowmaker, tired of his prattle, rose to her feet, and shoved him back onto a nearby chair, a crude arrangement made from partially hollowing out a barrel, but serviceable for the present task. “We’ve got to meet up with those boob-brained superheroes as soon as possible. Only some of the powerhouses in their group can possibly hope to withstand the forces at work keeping the uninvited out of the central core of the Superstation.”

Perhaps not paying any attention to Skeletor’s words, perhaps listening but not bothering to comment as they focused on what they found far more important right then, namely, getting his sperm. With the venom of a dragon, and the addictive qualities of demonspunk together in their veins, the two sniper women were almost literal bitches in heat right then. Widowmaker especially. For years now, she hadn’t had a single period, even without any sort of birth control, simply because her body had been slowed down too much, making it impossible for her to have children. Now, however, Ridley’s treatment had started a fire in her belly, almost literally, warming eggs that had long been on ice. The feeling…it was indescribable, except to say that she needed a male, right now! Skeletor would do quite nicely indeed.

Watching passively on the sidelines, Evil-Lyn covertly bit her lower lip as the blue-skinned brunette eagerly straddled Skeletor’s hips, while Nova gripped the blue-skinned wizard’s shaft, holding it steady, fitting it firmly into place. Copious juices flowed down Skeletor’s penis as Widowmaker’s labia parted slightly, and she paused there, savoring the moment of anticipation, letting her hands roam his broad, muscular chest. Then, with a loud cry of triumph, Widowmaker sank herself right down to the hilt, taking Skeletor balls deep in a single stroke.

Moaning loudly, so many powerful emotions rushing through her faster and harder than she’d ever experienced before, or at least could remember, Widowmaker ground herself against Skeletor’s groin, working herself flesh-again-flesh until her juices had soaked his smooth blue balls (and Nova promptly lapped them clean), until she just couldn’t take it anymore.

With the swollen, circumcised head of Skeletor’s cock nudging against the gates of her womb, Widowmaker couldn’t hold back her first wild cry of orgasm, her back arching, rubbing her full, smooth breasts right up against Skeletor’s boney face. Driven by the sheer energy of that first orgasm, Widowmaker started to ride the muscular wizard, licking her lips as she panted like a wild animal, her breasts swaying with each full movement of her body, forward and back, the indigo nipples perked and erect right before Skeletor’s face.

Now it was Evil-Lyn’s turn to be unable to hold herself back, as she knelt by Skeletor’s side, her mouth closing over one of Widowmaker’s breasts, slurping and suckling greedily on the plump, swollen tit. Nova was soon at the other, both women moaning loudly as they fingered themselves, almost as loudly as Widowmaker herself.

[http://bombowykurczak.tumblr.com/post/153659942146/webm

http://ellowas.tumblr.com/post/155544892064/downloads-gfycat-no-sound-uploadir-mega-last

http://starcross-nsfw.tumblr.com/image/141806611817

https://fpsblyck.tumblr.com/post/156928732683/1080p-60fps-httpswwwpatreoncomposts8026397]

Skeletor’s balls slapping her taut buns with each hard stroke, setting off a host of little ripples through her supple flesh, Widowmaker closed her eyes as she started to pepper Skeletor’s face with kisses, not caring one whit that his skull was as naked of flesh as she was naked of clothes. She could feel him so deep inside of her, feel his hot, throbbing flesh touching spots within her that she’d long thought were permanently dead to all sensation. Even with all he’d done to her, right then, Widowmaker didn’t hold any bad thoughts for Ridley, and instead felt she owed him far more than she could ever repay. Hmm, perhaps the space dragon would appreciate a gift of sorts…perhaps a brace of Sailor Scouts, led meekly along on a coffle? Or maybe a few insufferable do-gooders, like Farah, or that meddling British twat, Tracer…

Suddenly, Widowmaker’s lustful thoughts were interrupted by a sudden Word of Power from Skeletor, something strange and in a language not meant to be understood by mortal ears. Instantly, he arched his hips upward, and the moment he bottomed out inside of Widowmaker, her belly flashed with light, like the spark of a hammer striking an anvil. Maybe she screamed, she wasn’t really sure. All she knew was that she was cumming, and cumming hard, again and again and again, until she was sure she was going to simply die, bursting into flame right on Skeletor’s cock!

“Yes!” she screamed, and this time she knew she was screaming, losing all her villainous eloquence in the throes of pleasure. “Yes! YES!”

Lacking a proper face, Widowmaker couldn’t tell Skeletor’s expression. She could feel his reaction to her, though, could feel it splashing inside her, gushing almost straight into her unprotected, well-primed womb. The feeling was like searing heat being dunked into quenching waves, instantly satisfying a deep itch somewhere deep within her body, within her soul.

[25% chance of pregnancy – rolled 21 – Widowmaker is now pregnant]

Almost before Widowmaker had dismounted, Nova was mounting up, her whole body suddenly tensing the moment her flushed lower lips contacted Skeletor’s upthrust erection. Not giving Skeletors refractory period a chance to kick in (though he wasn’t human anyway, and enhanced to the very core of his being with magic, making it unlikely he bothered with such trifles anyway), Nova worked her smooth pink buns down on him, reverse-cowgirl style, her hands resting on his inner thighs, bending forward slightly to give him a clear view of how he was penetrating her, and also to let him hit those spots within Nova that she’d never known were there, until now, as they came alive with passionate fire.

[http://68.media.tumblr.com/f241fdcc25759388ef8243c5e665f2e6/tumblr\_o29oo1fG571s4ge0mo2\_1280.jpg]

Breathing hard, sweat dripping from her nipples in the steamy room, Nova’s blonde hair hung down around her breasts as she grit her teeth tightly, feeling sparks going off inside her every time Skeletor’s glans bumped her cervix, never too hard, and always in the exact right spot, where she was at her most sensitive, her most vulnerable. The feeling was like opening up, the same way a flower opens up to the sun, a strange sort of metaphor, considering the ugliness of the creature now filling her inner depths right up to the brim.

[http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/1694097]

Biting her lower lip now, Nova whimpered, far back in her throat, then started to grunt, soft and breathy, as she really put herself into riding Skeletor’s big blue penis, going faster now, harder, more energetically mounting him, rutting him, using him like a mare uses a stallion – for anyone with wisdom knows that’s the true way it works, female-on-male, whatever it may look like to the untrained observer. Her whole body jiggling, little ripples working their way from her bouncy buns all the way to her swinging breasts, her pink nipples so hard right then, they could almost cut glass, Nova Terra felt herself more alive right then, right there, in the very maw of Hell itself, than she’d felt in longer than she could properly remember.

Hell to some, Heaven to others.

Orgasm hit like the crack of a whip. Skeletor didn’t need to use his magic this time: Nova was too keyed up, too on-edge to hold back, her body far more trained to pleasure than Widowmaker’s, far more receptive to its insinuation into her needy nerves. Widowmaker hadn’t really known quite how she was supposed to feel, from so many years of disuse of the necessary nerves, only recently reawakened. When Nova’s body hit orgasm, she felt it, and knew the feeling so well, letting it wash over her, pull her under, fill her up…just the same way that Skeletor’s second orgasm was filling her up, right to the very brim.

[25% chance of impregnation – rolled 24 – Nova got knocked up too

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/personalami/370094/Practical-Suits]

Sighing half in deep satisfaction – when had the last time he’d gotten so well laid been anyway? – and half in mild annoyance, Skeletor stood up, looking down at the flushed and thoroughly satisfied babes at his feet. He nudged first one and then the other with a toe, and then shook his head.

“Useless,” he muttered, then glanced at Evil-Lyn, casually waving a hand over the two cum-leaking women, using his powers to instantly restore the clothes they’d lost, though it was a little harder to restore Nova Terra’s, complete with the mater-energy converter that allowed her to remove them in an instant, or vary their protective qualities. Quite a feat of magical engineering, if he said so himself. “Evil-Lyn, how far are we from those even more useless heroes down by Swift Wind’s former quarters? I’m not in the mood to use up anymore of my powers than I have to, so I might as well make use of you for something.”

“I think we can reach them in less than an hour,” Evil-Lyn answered after a moment’s concentration, before glancing down at the weapons Skeletor had also magicked up, though this time from a nearby armory, one of the ones Doomguy had plundered, but not completely, taking what he hadn’t and putting it to proper use. “Are you sure you trust these two with weapons? One will almost certainly betray you to the ones who imprisoned you, and the other is likely to betray you to your more usual enemies, the ones everyone else calls heroes.”

[http://doom.wikia.com/wiki/Vortex\_Rifle – now Widowmaker’s

http://doom.wikia.com/wiki/Stick - for Nova Terra]

“Better they betray me later than we all die now,” Skeletor snapped back. “We’re going to need those super-powered boobs, and fast. If we don’t reach that command center before we complete the transition to Hell, this whole Superstation will become a big gate, a portal to the most nightmarish worlds either of us can imagine, right before it crash-lands on War World. And do believe that I mean what I say: I’m perfectly well aware that we can imagine quite a lot.”

“Of…of course,” Evil-Lyn answered, swallowing nervously as she began at last to realize the full magnitude of the evil forces she’d allied herself with, while betraying Skeletor. Realized, and regretted, at least a little. Oh, she’d continue to scheme behind his back – that was just her way. But she wouldn’t outright betray him again, not like this, not when she’d gotten such a clear idea of the consequences of helping bring down the lesser of the available evils, in favor of one more potent. “We’d better get going, I think. It’s only a matter of time before some of the inhabitants…”

“They’ve already found us,” Skeletor broke in, his skullface looking decidedly downcast, while his empty sockets glowed slightly as he exerted his magical senses. “Those stupid blades we ran off found something more powerful than themselves to come and deal with us. Something big.” He turned and gave first Widowmaker and then Nova Terra a good kick, enough to rouse them from their sleep. “Get up, you lazy good-for-nothings! There’s no time left for napping! There’s demons out there, and they’re about to-“

Skeletor never got to elaborate on exactly what the demons in question were about to do, because at that moment, one of them came crashing right through the doorway, demolishing it in the process. A really big demon!

[http://dantesinferno.wikia.com/wiki/Asterian\_Beast]

Freed at last of the restrictions of both passion and rest, Nova Terra and Widowmaker were fresh and ready to go, their minds clear, their skills sharp. Though the weapons were new in their hands, they’d trained with scores of different sorts of guns, perhaps even hundreds, all a part of the process of turning themselves into master sharpshooters.

“Take them alive, you dundering oaf!” came a wheedling voice from just outside the door, where the dust was still clearing, obscuring the view of whatever it was that was speaking, and making a strange whirring sound whenever it moved. “I want to tap them for everything they know! Heh heh heh, and perhaps more than that, if they last that long.”

Splitting up as the beast brought its massive claws down on the spot where they’d been, while Skeletor and Evil-Lyn teleported the short distance to the edge of the room, out of the line of fire, Nova Terra and Widowmaker opened up, eyes widening as the guns lanced out with bolts of raw energy, more powerful and faster in delivery than even the potent sniper rifles they were used to using.

“Righteous,” whispered Nova, before getting a steady bead…and blowing the beast’s head clean off.

[45% chance of success – rolled 13 – success #2]

“No!” howled the speaker, before it skittered its way forward, through the smoke and into the room. “No, no, no! You can’t do stuff like that! You’re just mortals, and that means you live when I allow it, and you die when I don’t need you!”

Evil-Lyn gasped softly at the sight of the bloated brainlike creature settled securely in its spiderlike exoskeleton, its long-fingered hands dancing over the controls before it as it guided the four-legged metal machine forward with startling speed and grace. The Spider Mastermind, one of the key overlords of the demons of Hell…or at least a good chunk of Hell, one of the parts where technology as well as magic and organic nightmares mingled freely. There were few that could stand against such a terrible monstrosity and hope to live.

Of course, Evil-Lyn swiftly amended her thought shortly afterward, as Nova Terra tore through the front two legs of the exoskeleton, making it tilt dangerously forward, leaving Widowmaker a peach of a shot, straight into the main mass of its pulpy, wrinkly neural tissue. Widowmaker, fast as she was, didn’t just score a single shot: she emptied the vortex blaster. After all, what Evil-Lyn knew was from rather ancient tomes, and as everyone knew, ancient tomes tended to be woefully out of date, especially when confronted with the realities of modern technology.

[50% chance of success – rolled 13, again – success!]

“Now that you’re both done wasting my time,” Skeletor snapped, striding past the fallen Mastermind, the Havoc Staff sounding loud against the floor as he walked, “we can get going. Our time, after all, is short, and running out every second we delay.”

“You’re welcome,” muttered Nova, before Widowmaker patted her affectionately on the back. While the blue-skinned woman was intending some treachery in the relatively near future, none of it involved Nova Terra, who she’d actually grown to rather like.

“You get used to it after a while,” Evil-Lyn said with a shrug as she passed the two, before they joined in, keeping close together, as ready as they could be for whatever other horrors the Superstation might yet hold.

Choices

*Superstation

1) Comet, Krypto, Ace, and Swift Wind lay down the law (an orgy highly likely) – 3

(65% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

2) Laharl and Company meet Comet and company (probably not an orgy) –

3) Laharl and Company meet Skeletor and company (definitely not an orgy) –

4) Ratchet and the SWATKats – 2

(60% chance of success, 4 successes or failures)

*Desert City

5) Shendu’s plan takes effect – 1

(an orgy, Rajah will be thawed out, 70% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

6) Fate of the slaves (a Villains scene) – 1

7) Bambi and company make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety – 1

8) What’s going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat’s Casino – a 20’s-style speakeasy – 4

(There are 50/50 odds that either Tanya and Fieval will be ravished, or Gadget, Foxglove, and Tammy will be. The one who isn't ravished, however, will escape and reach our heroes.)

-The Mouse Trap – a pub with the best card games in Casino City – 0

-The Percheron – all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot – 2

-The Pyramid – what are our friends up to? – 0

-Treasure Island – pirate-themed, and pirate-attended – 2

*Castlevania and Environs

9) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs – 1

(50% chance of success for the Queen of Blades, best of 3)

10) King Sombra arrives – 5

(a Villains scene; the fate of Princess Cadence and Shining Armor revealed; Twilight Sparkle has a 50% chance of losing her virginity; Maid Marian has a 30% chance of being ravished)

11) Our teams meet up for the final approach – 1

(60% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

12) Draco and friends – 1

(mostly sex, but 70%, best of 3 all the same)

13) Ayumi, both Lara Crofts, Daring Do, and Rouge do some treasure hunting by themselves

(40% chance of success, rolled 5 times, once for each character)

14) Scar arrives – 1

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

*Other Locations

15) Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania –

(60% chance of success, 5 successes or failures)

16) An itch beneath their tails – 4