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Entry 44

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Author Notes

For future posts, should someone be defeated, villain or hero, there is now a flat 30% chance that the character will be permanently removed from play, which will continue until the numbers of characters are reduced to a more manageable number. In the hyena-led orgy to follow in Part 2 of this entry, however, in the magic-intense area where the prisoners have been taken, with a fertility goddess (Lamashtu) overseeing events, and lending her significant aid to the bad guys, while surrounded by lust-crazed villains, most of the captured protagonists only have a 30% chance of surviving, allowing them to continue in the story. Any female protagonist who fails this roll will become pregnant, and their bellies swiftly ripen, taking them out of commission in a very visceral way – becoming a fulltime monster breeder doesn’t leave much time for hobbies like saving the universe. The exceptions to this rule (protagonists who will have the standard 30% chance of being doomed, rather than a 30% chance of surviving) are those characters who weren’t on the Chopping Block list before, or who didn’t win any votes for their inclusion. So, for example, Helena Douglas, Kitty Pryde, and Rogue have a 30% chance of being overwhelmed, since they were actively voted into play by readers, but Storm, Jubilee, and Marie Rose have a 70% chance of being taken from play (or 30% chance of making it), since they either didn’t get voted in, or were actually on the Chopping Block list when included in the main story.

And, as a bonus, http://www.terminally-incoherent.com/blog/2014/04/... has a lot more information about what the fimir are, where they originated, and why we don’t see a whole lot of ‘em around these days. Ever since I got HeroQuest as a kid, I’ve loved these guys, and have wanted to use them in an erotic context for quite a while.

Finally, you might notice that I didn’t clear the previous votes from the choices for what the next entry will be about. I’ve decided to simply let votes tally up until a scene wins, both as a way to see roughly how long a particular option has been around, and general interest trends among readers. I’m sure there are other reasons, but I can’t think of them right this instant.

“Mmmm!” poor Vitani cried out desperately through her gag, her beautiful blue eyes wide as she watched Shenzi nibbling her way down her skinny, nubile body, the young lioness’ ankles resting on the hyena’s shoulders, kicking to either side of Shenzi’s head. “Mmm mm…MMMM!”

Screaming into the gag in her muzzle as Shenzi’s mouth engulfed her tiny quim, Vitani’s back arched, her tiny breasts thrusting toward the moon above, her nipples painfully perked despite the warmth of the sultry jungle night. She’d cum already, cum simply from the touch of the powerful, dominant alpha’s mouth against her exposed, defenseless pink places. Now, as Shenzi held Vitani’s knees, forcing them back to the teenage lioness’ chest, working her tongue deep, deep into the younger, smaller, weaker female’s clenching, soaking wet depths, Vitani felt her entire body spasm, her mind reeling, her soul rocked to its very core. She was being raped, tied up, held down, forced to take this dominant woman’s tongue right into the core of her being…and she was loving it.

As this admission hit Vitani, so did the next orgasm, the first shock of a wave of them, hitting her reeling senses again and again and again, until she couldn’t even cry out anymore, her voice too hoarse, her juices literally squirting onto the invading tongue and down the greedy throat of the wicked alpha hyena so messily slurping on her delicate body’s most sensitive spots.

“Liked that, huh?” Shenzi asked tauntingly, licking her chops, cleaning off the copious juices Vitani had squirted onto her face. “Simba shoulda popped your cherry a long time ago, cub. Lucky you’ve got me to do the job for you.”

Looking down, her mouth slack, her bright blue eyes glazed, Vitani could only moan softly, even when Shenzi carefully pulled the much-chewed rag gag out of her mouth, being sure not to be too rough with the other girl. Actually, despite her reputation – which was thoroughly deserved – Shenzi was being very gentle with poor, skinny little Vitani, her large, calloused hands caressing and roaming the younger female’s body almost tenderly as she crawled up, covering the blue-eyed lioness’ smooth frame with her own thicker, more heavily-muscled one.

Grinning down into the face of the dazed lioness, loving the screwed silly expression on her face, Shenzi was suddenly taken aback as Vitani, her mind almost ruined from so much pleasure in such a short span of time, raised her head until she was almost muzzle-to-muzzle with the alpha hyena…and licked Shenzi, right on the tip of her black-padded nose. Blinking, it was obvious Shenzi was utterly at a loss of what she should do next. Then, giving a slight shrug, she leaned down…and kissed Vitani full on the lips.

“Mmm,” she sighed, gradually (and reluctantly) breaking the kiss after a long while. “You’re even better at that than your mother. Not quite as good as Sarabi and Sarafina, but since they’re gonna be around for a while, I don’t think they’ll mind teachin’ you.” Reaching down, the hyenagirl lined up her phallus with Vitani’s snug slit, teasing the smooth, red head against her flushed lower lips, then pursing her lips into a perfect ‘o,’ her head and back arching as she slid, nice and slow and smooth, into the squirming, eagerly moaning little Outlander’s coochie, all the way to the hilt. “You’re,” she panted, looking down into those beautiful blue eyes, which looked back up at her so trustingly, so filled with pleasure, “you’re even tighter than Nala when I popped her cherry!”

Not far off, Nala’s ears burned with the memory of that first time, the event that decided her departure into the desert to seek out Simba and bring him back. She’d been right on the edge of heat, and she’d heard Scar’s words about intending to take her as his “queen” – really his personal sex slave. Then, one morning, while she’d been sipping at one of the dwindling waterholes near Pride Rock, Shenzi had come upon her, head down, rump high, completely unsuspecting. Caught completely off-guard, Nala had been completely unable to resist as the stronger female pinned her with ease, whispering seductive obscenities in her ears, seeming only to grow more excited with every one of the young princess’ sweet pleas for mercy as she fingered poor Nala’s delicate quim until her juices were flowing as freely as a monsoon rain. A thrust, and Nala was squealing, her hymen gone, her buns bouncing as she finally stopped resisting, Shenzi’s hips slapping her rump as she was claimed for the first time. Fortunately, Shenzi wasn’t as well-endowed as Simba, so the future Lion King never really noticed, and Nala never told him.

Now, however, Nala knew Simba would know: Ed, the maniacal hyena presently buried to the hilt in her wide-stretched pussy, was hung like a zebra! Giggling like the maniac he was, Ed was pounding poor Nala, his heavy balls slapping her inner thighs even as each rapidfire impact made her breasts bounce, her toned, tight buns jiggling, a jiggle that rippled outward through her body in waves. Perhaps she could have endured the indignity of it all, or even ignored her erotic torment entirely, except…except it felt good. Really good! Hearing the kittenish squeals of her mother, Sarafina, as her sex was plundered by Janja, and Sarabi’s drawn-out wails as Banzai took her to the roots only made it worse, as did knowing that she’d cum on the dirty black cock of a hyena more times than she’d cum for Simba on their first time. Within easy sight, Vitani, a little teen lioness the same age as Nala’s daughter, Kiara, was bucking her hips up into Shenzi’s expert thrusts, and despite herself, Nala couldn’t help but superimpose her own daughter in her mind’s eye on Vitani’s lithe little body, being raped by the dominant alpha hyena. This was her last coherent thought for some time, as Ed’s impossibly meaty shaft tagged a spot somewhere inside her, and Nala’s whole field of vision vanished in a splash of red and white light. In the dim recesses of her mind, she could swear she heard the gushing of thick, potent hyenacream into her, her aunt, and her mother, as the hyenas mounting them yelped and snarled in orgasm over them, but this had to have just been her imagination…right?

[Impregnation checks – 25% chances

Nala: rolled 57 – not pregnant

Sarabi: rolled 25 – Banzai knocked her up!

Sarafina: rolled 84 – not pregnant]

Sierra had lived her whole life in suburbia, and had never needed to learn the realities of the wild. Never had the opportunity, if truth had to be told. Now, however, as she watched her mother, Kate, moaning feverishly around a mouthful of thick hyenacock, while squirming atop another, a third pumping his hips over her rump, stuffing her tailhole to the limits, the teenage white lioness finally started to realize the awful reality: this was reality! Next to her mother, Lily, a more normal-colored lioness was on her knees, working her muzzle against the wicked-looking lioness’ pussy (and Sierra thought she’d heard this evil witch called “Zira,” or something foreign like that), her tail curled backward, pumping inside her own sex, her juices staining the grass beneath her knees.

More hyenas were arriving every minute, breaking away from the frenzied dancing around the big weird statue of the naked girl where they’d set a bunch of fires, and soon Sierra couldn’t see those fires anymore, as spotty-furred bodies pressed in close, eagerly taking the places of the ones raping her mother, giving the white-furred girl a brief glimpse of Kate’s devastated quim and tailhole, stretched and copiously-leaking white hyenaspunk, before a rapidly-thrusting spotty rump blocked her view. Cries filled her ears as she saw cum spurting out from the cunnies of the three lionesses she didn’t know being filled up by their respective rapists, before the three hyenas pulled out, panting hard, grinning as their places were almost immediately taken by more of the cruel beasts…and these ones wanted anal!

“AIIIIIEEEEE!” screamed the three lionesses, as thick, meaty hyenacocks punched into their taut bottoms, before their cries were cut off by equally thick cocks forced into their mouths.

[Kate: rolled 15 – she’s been hyenabanged]

The three lead male hyenas, finished with raping their first picks, turned toward the poles to which Sierra and the others were tied, and Sierra couldn’t hold back a soft whimper despite all her efforts to be brave when their lusty eyes raked across her beautiful, nubile body, their cocks swiftly regaining full erection as they licked their chops in eager anticipation. At the last moment, however, right before those cruel paws seized her, another pair of paws grabbed her shoulder, before a knife split the ropes holding her to the pole.

“Hands off,” snarled Shenzi, pulling Sierra to her somewhat more-than-average bosom. “The kittens are mine!”

Seating herself on a chunk of masonry left over from some ancient, fallen jungle civilization, Shenzi forced Sierra to her knees, the young teen going wide-eyed as she came face-to-head with the hyenawoman’s more-than-impressive phallus. For a moment, Sierra tried to push away, tried to resist the inexorable pressure on the back of her head from the strong female holding her prisoner. But then Sierra caught sight of a pair of beautiful blue eyes, then blinked as Vitani’s lips met her own, before slowly, inevitably losing herself in that sweet pressing of lips. The other girl’s small, skilled hands roamed Sierra’s back, then squeezed her tight tushie, pulling her closer, and Sierra couldn’t help but return the favor. Vitani was slowly guiding Sierra down as they explored each others’ bodies, but the white-furred lioness didn’t quite realize what was happening until, as Vitani’s lips pulled away, she opened her eyes…and saw Shenzi’s penis again.

About to protest, Sierra’s mouth dropped open as Vitani dropped to all-fours, and eagerly took the big red girlprick into her muzzle, hollowing out her cheeks as she sank herself right to Shenzi’s roots. The big hyenababe’s hand stroked down Vitani’s back, then squeezed her trim tushie, before her fingers slipped into the snug cleft of the other teen’s cunny.

When Vitani’s head snapped back, where force hadn’t worked, a spirit of friendly competition did, and Sierra immediately filled the gap – specifically, she stuffed Shenzi’s big, swollen girlcock into her mouth, and started greedily bobbing her head, even at the threat of choking herself in the process. Before she could choke herself, however, Sierra felt Vitani kissing her forehead and cheeks, right before she felt Shenzi’s other hand caressing her tender folds, getting them nice and wet, and she lifted her head, kissing Vitani back, Shenzi’s faux-penis right between them. Both little lionesses had accepted their place at the alpha hyena’s feet, as her pleasure slaves.

Looking disappointed for only a moment as Sierra was spirited away from them, the three hyenas then turned their attention to the closest available female: the sleek little cheetahteen, Fuli.

“Fuli!” Kion and Jasiri cried out in horror as their friend was jerked from her pole by Banzai, who tossed her to Ed, before turning and grinning at the captured members of the Lion Guard.

“Don’t get too excited, traitor,” he said with a cruel sneer, squeezing Jasiri’s still-budding breasts, before stroking his hand down her bellyfur, to cup her mound, making her gasp as he teased his fingers over her undersized (for a she-yena, that is) clitoris. “You’ll get your turn soon enough.” Then his wicked smile widened a bit more, as his eyes looked beyond the captive Lion Guard. “Just like your sister’s gonna get hers now!”

“My…no!” Jasiri gasped out in horror, looking around to see that, indeed, her sister, Madoa, was being carried, dangling from a pole, borne on the shoulders of two well-muscled werewolves. Poor Madoa, though, wasn’t the only one being brought by this procession from Castlevania. There was a small and slightly plump pink-furred liongirl, a tall, stately hyenawoman, and a young, energetic kangaroo squirming vigorously against the ropes holding her to her pole as well, all being carried by the hulking wolfmen. After the werewolves came other creatures, goatlike, or sporting the heads of bulls. Dangling from the poles these monstrosities were carrying were a sweet young faun – one of the all-female goat-legged humanoids known by all to be peace-loving nurturers of nature – and a slender, muscular male cheetah, along with three petite dog girls, one a blonde, another a redhead, and the third with dark brown fur and darker hair. At the front of the procession was an immensely fat, and yet still-muscular wolf, a weakly-struggling vixen tossed casually over one of his broad shoulders, her white-furred rump and tiny cunny on full display (though a closer look quickly revealed that booth were badly flushed and more than a little stretched from recent use, though at least they’d been cleaned of leaking cum). Right behind him stalked two tall, muscular unicorn stallions, though neither of them fit the typical expectation of unicorns to be meek and kind – they looked cruel! – and with them walked a black-and-white malamute with ice blue eyes and a smile that was as sexy as it was wicked. Behind the unicorns, led on a slave’s rope coffle looped around their necks, their wrists bound behind their backs, were two very well-endowed ninja babes, and a blonde apprentice, pulled forward by the rope held in the strong hand of the green-haired unicorn. Around the fringes of the group, skull-headed, canid creatures lurked, their bodies looking as though they were made of living shadow.

[Protagonists

Brandy and Mr. Whiskers characters

-Brandy Harrington (http://brandyandmrwhiskers.wikia.com/wiki/Brandy_H...)

-Sandy Carington (http://brandyandmrwhiskers.wikia.com/wiki/Sandy_Ca...)

-Tiffany Turlington (http://brandyandmrwhiskers.wikia.com/wiki/Tiffany_...)

Elora (http://spyro.wikia.com/wiki/Elora)

Hunter (http://spyro.wikia.com/wiki/Hunter_the_Cheetah)

Ice Princess (http://spyro.wikia.com/wiki/Ice_Princess)

Madoa (http://lionguard.wikia.com/wiki/Madoa)

Mai Shiranui (http://snk.wikia.com/wiki/Mai_Shiranui)

Natsu (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Natsu)

Rapunzel (http://spyro.wikia.com/wiki/Rapunzel)

Sheila (http://spyro.wikia.com/wiki/Sheila)

Taki (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Taki)

Teena (http://spyro.wikia.com/wiki/Teena)

Antagonists

Balio & Sunder (http://bof.wikia.com/wiki/Balio and http://bof.wikia.com/wiki/Sunder)

Beastmen (http://warhammerfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Beastmen)

Beowolves (http://rwby.wikia.com/wiki/Beowolf)

Sheriff of Nottingham (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Sheriff_of_Nottingham)

Steele (http://balto.wikia.com/wiki/Steele)

Werewolves (http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Lycanthrope) and (http://ninjagaiden.wikia.com/wiki/Werewolf)]

“Well, well,” declared the fat wolf in front of the group, ignoring the poor vixen’s pitiful pleas for mercy as he handed her off into the paws of a knot of lusty hyenas, who giggled evilly as they went to work making the sweet-faced female wail, greedy muzzles slurping hungrily on white-furred breasts, while strong hands mauled her red-furred buns, spreading them open to expose their white-furred inner lining, laying her bare to even more hungry tongues invading her snug pink holes. “Looks like we’re just in time for the main event!” Tipping his hat to the statue of the Divine Slut, the wolf motioned to the creatures behind him, who quickly bore their struggling burdens forward, right into the middle of the mass of hyenas. “I was never one to miss out on a party when I could attend, or to bring gifts, in this case, fresh from the castle’s dungeons. Hmm, but it looks like someone’s missing. Where’s Al Negator?”

“Out there,” growled Banzai, motioning toward the jungle as he briefly lifted his head from eating out squirming little Fuli’s cunny, even as Janja was already stuffing her pretty mouth, and Ed was working her tailhole over with equal vigor. “He went hunting for some dropped ships, and whoever he could catch aboard. Guess it’ll hafta be good, considering what we’ve got so far from those ships.”

“Very true,” agreed the Sheriff of Nottingham, before glancing at Shenzi, giving her a winning smile as he bowed low, doffing his hat as he did so. “So, while you enjoy the favors I’ve brought, I’ll go seeking our forgotten comrade. With your leave, Lady Shenzi Marie Predatorra Veldetta Jackalina Hyena.”

“Don’t…ever…call…me…that!” snarled Shenzi, her teeth tightly grit as she worked Sierra’s tiny pink tailhole down onto the thick wedge of her girlshaft, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from the white lioness as her tail ring suddenly gave way with a soft ‘pop,’ and Vitani’s tongue found her erect little clitty at the same time.

[Where I learned Shenzi’s full name:]

“But…don’t leave just yet…” Shenzi continued, now bouncing the other teenaged cub on her lap, panting almost as hard as Sierra was, before her eyes turned toward the vast altar at the base of the statue – an altar designed for far more interesting (and fun) acts than something as crude as blood sacrifices. “The Divine Slut’s…got something…for…you!”

Shenzi was still jerking in orgasm, and Vitani was climbinb up next to her, eager for her turn to ride, even as the Sheriff, some of his retinue in tow, headed toward the altar beneath the great idol, which was already starting to glow softly. The powers of the goddess, it seemed, had begun to awaken.

*

If Al Negator had known it would be this much trouble to secure his prisoners – really secure them, not just catch them – he’d have probably bowed out on his present assignment, and gone hunting for easier bounties. This was the second time that ninja guy, Ryu Hayabusa, had gotten free, and unlike the first time, when Riptor had been right there to subdue him quickly, this time the queen dino-humanoid had been busy on the other side of the camp, trying to keep the hot Asian chick, Black Orchid, from getting away…again. These superheroes just didn’t know when they were beat and it was time to lie down and let yourself get raped! What was worse, when Riptor had turned her attention away from Black Orchid for a short while, the busty brunette had somehow managed to snag her glowing light-stick thingies and cut a few of the other girls free, letting them rush off into the woods in a body. All that hard work, wasted! Even that big-breasted centaur babe managed to get to her hooves before Al’s team could react…what a pity, as Al had been looking forward to enjoying that third centaur hottie. Ah well, at least there were still plenty more, and two other centaur hotties besides. And She-Thing, of course. And it wasn’t like it was going to be that hard to run those girls down again, after he’d delivered the present batch. After all, they still had their control collars on, and not only did they keep the prisoners from using more than a tiny fraction of their abilities, they also made handy tracking devices.

[The Escapees:

Black Orchid (http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/B.Orchid) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 97 - makes it

Cerea (http://dailylifewithamonstergirl.wikia.com/wiki/Ce...) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 37 - makes it

Chrono Trigger characters

-Ayla (http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Ayla) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 43 - makes it

-Lucca (http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Lucca) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 31 - makes it

-Marle (http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Marle) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 39 - makes it

Firestar (Cartoon version, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firestar) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 27 - makes it

Helena Douglas (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Helena_Douglas) - counts as a princess - 30% chance of doom - rolled 60 - makes it

Honoka (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Honoka) – Marie Rose's friend, previously mind-controlled - 30% chance of survival - rolled 18 - makes it

Kitty Pryde and Lockheed (Pre-angst versions, http://marvel.com/universe/Pryde,_Kitty and http://marvel.com/universe/Lockheed) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 54 - makes it

Kokoro (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Kokoro) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 24 - makes it

Marie Rose (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Marie_Rose) - Helena Douglas' servant - 30% chance of survival - rolled 9 - makes it

Marvel Girl (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Jean_Grey) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 22 - makes it

Maya (http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/Maya) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 1 - makes it

Milan Flare (daughter of Tyris, http://goldenaxe.wikia.com/wiki/Milan_Flare) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 30 - makes it

Phoenix (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Rachel_Summers) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 18 - makes it

Rogue (Original cartoon version, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogue_in_other_media) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 34 - makes it

Shining Force Characters

-Alef (http://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining_force.h.../characters_force_alef.html) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 1 - makes it

-Tao (http://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining_force.h.../characters_force_tao.html) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 15 - makes it

Spider-Woman (Cartoon version, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spider-Woman_(TV_series)) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 14 - makes it

Tigra (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Greer_Grant_(Earth-616)) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 10 - makes it]

Actually, as Al Negator thought about it, he was suspicious of that blonde hottie, the one called Helena Douglas. There’d been a bonus for bringing her in, but she’d been among the escapees. Though he couldn’t be sure, Al had a strong suspicion that she was the ringleader of the escape, the one who’d planned it out during the brief moments of rest the captives had been allowed on the trip back to the idol clearing.

But all the same, that left Ryu Hayabusa as a more than significant problem. The guy was…well, he was better than any of them there! Than all of them there, after Al ordered some of the reptites and the two plus-sized gators, Brutus and Nero, off to chase the escapees, and the rest to keep their distance from the lethal swordsman. After all, he’d already killed more of the fimir, and more than a few of the riptors, than Al Negator liked, and he wasn’t in the mood to lose anymore members of his team. Not if he couldn’t prevent it. It wasn’t like he was splitting his fee with ‘em, and he might snag a bonus or something for bringing most of ‘em back alive, especially in the face of odds like these. But every time he tried to get close, those flashing blades kept him at bay, and not even Riptor and her children seemed able to overpower this thing of living steel embodied. He was able to block blaster fire! Blasters! There was no way Al could handle that kind of a fighter, no way in Space.

Which was a shame: this Ryu guy had a really hot butt.

Right about that time, when Al Negator was about ready to throw in the towel, cut his losses, and run with whomever he could, an immense, portly wolf came ambling out of the woods, whistling casually to himself. When he saw the ruckus going on, he paused, hooking his thumbs into the front of his belt.

“Looks like you’ve got yourselves a problem here, Al,” the Sheriff of Nottingham (and Al Negator honestly didn’t know any other name the big wolf had ever used, even though he’d come a long way from Nottingham, entering the same mercenary lifestyle as the purple space ‘gator) said casually. “Was wonderin’ why you didn’t show up back at the ranch right away. You’ve got a well-deserved reputation for efficiency, after all.”

“Less talk, more help,” Al snapped with a sour look at the wolf, even as the Sheriff’s arrowmen rushed to flank their usual leader, ready to take his orders above anyone else’s, but all the Sheriff did to respond was waggle his finger chidingly.

“That’s why you’re gonna work yourself into an early grave, Al,” he continued, staying well away from where Ryu was clashing blades with the heavy axe of one of the rhino guards. “You’re always running so hot, your heart’s gonna just give out on you one of these days. Now me, I like to do things the easy way, especially when there’s folks around who can do a job better’n I can.”

Right then, Al Negator was about to say something he knew he’d regret later…if there was a later. But right away, the words died unspoken as new forms entered the clearing. Oh, some of them weren’t that intimidating, everything considered: Al could probably have matched the hot malamute male, or the twin unicorns. What made him come up short, though, were the things that had joined the band of mortals.

Demon things.

[http://ninjagaiden.wikia.com/wiki/Bast_Fiend

http://ninjagaiden.wikia.com/wiki/Hydracubus

http://ninjagaiden.wikia.com/wiki/Marbus

http://ninjagaiden.wikia.com/wiki/Ogre

http://ninjagaiden.wikia.com/wiki/Volf]

The cat-women, well, they were pretty hot, if the truth had to be said. The white fur on black skin was actually really fetching, in Al Negator’s opinion, and he was something of a connoisseur of exotic women, and occasionally men, having spent his time and money with sell-flesh workers from a thousand different species between jobs. What took him aback at first were the man-sized balls of flailing, fleshy tentacles. What kept that attention were the massive, green-tinged creatures with the strange, horned skulls covering their features. Great Space, those big things were well-endowed! But not as well-endowed as their masters, a four-armed werewolf that stood easily head, shoulders, and change taller than Al (and he wasn’t short by any standard), and the taller still purple-skinned demon lord, its features somewhere between a goat and a dragon, its eyes blazing with Hellish light.

All the same, Ryu Hayabusa might have stood a chance. Space, he might have won, even against overwhelming odds like that, werewolves flooding the clearing in droves. Demons and monsters closed in around him, and his blade kept cutting, kept lashing out, kept laying the creatures low, slicing off limbs and heads left and right – even tentacles, when they reached for him – sending them back to whatever realm had spawned them, their material bodies disintegrating with little fanfare. But Al Negator saw where Ryu was going, and realized he had an opening. Ryu, it could be observed from anyone who took the time, and wasn’t caught up in the heat of battle (and Al doubted the purple-scaled creature, however intelligent, could think properly when it was blocking the blows of an enchanted blade with the heavy bracers on its forearms, or the wolfbeast when his glaive was only just able to keep Ryu’s weapon from cutting into his flesh), was heading toward one of the prisoners. Specifically, a lone girl, her skin smooth and pale as milk, her hair as dark as night, her breasts, flawless. And between those breasts, dangled a single jewel, a magatama, if Al Negator recalled his lore correctly. That same recollection told him that magatama’s were often magical, and if Ryu wanted it, well…

[http://ninjagaiden.wikia.com/wiki/Eye_of_the_Drago...

Ryu Hayabusa (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Ryu_Hayabusa) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 8 – doomed]

ZOT!

Yeah, that wasn’t happening.

Ryu gave a single short cry at Al’s perfectly-timed shot, and stumbled forward to his knees, strength leaving him in an instant. The purple-scaled demon lord and the master of wolves were pressing forward almost instantly, claws and glaive raised, ready to finish their longtime foe. But before the final stroke could fall, Riptor was there, catching Ryu in her arms, holding him to her muscular chest, and glaring up at the pair defiantly. Taken aback by this sudden show of affection as well as resistance, the two demonic overlords paused, then looked at each other, before looking back at Riptor. By that point, Al Negator had joined her, adding his support with his presence alone. A few moments later, the Sheriff ambled over as well, just as unconcerned and casual as before.

“I’d guess we’re all wrapped up here,” he said with a casual smirk, reaching down to casually caress the exposed nethers of the girl Ryu had nearly reached, teasing a finger into her tense, bald labia, making her give a soft grunt as her cheeks flushed, her eyes flashing with her determination not to yield, before he pulled his hand back, giving it a slow lick, then nodding in satisfaction. “Not bad…not bad at all. Well…we’ve got plenty of spoils already, and I’ll gather up a posse to go hunt down those ones that slipped the noose a little later; it’s not like they can go far in this mess of green all around us, on a strange and dangerous alien world like this one. But that’s all stuff to come. Right now, I think it’s time for a little celebration.”

Looks were traded all around, and silently everyone there agreed: celebrating with their spoils did sound like a lot of fun.

*

Stallion was glad right then that he’d parted ways with Gilda before they’d gotten too close to the vast realm of Castlevania once more. Sure, they’d both spent time there, having their brains scrambled, back when they’d been corrupted, but Gilda…well…Gilda had actually never been that corrupt to begin with. Sure, she was a “bad girl,” whatever that meant, with those tight jeans and tighter t-shirt, and her headfeathers all artfully mussed like they were. But Stallion, well, he was bad, and he knew it, and though he wasn’t quite a villain, he wasn’t that far off. On his own, he could and would do some things that no proper hero would even consider, as long as it got him what he wanted.

And what did Stallion want? Well…pussy. Human pussy especially, if he could get it. Stallion wasn’t a complicated sort of guy.

All the same, Stallion did stick by his friends, no matter what might happen, and he didn’t switch sides just because it was convenient…even if doing so meant he would definitely get more of what he really wanted. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge himself a little bit while out on his mission, as long as he did his job.

Gilda and Stallion had been sent out to infiltrate the enemy lair, and open the way for the others back at the ship to go and save their friends still trapped inside Castlevania. In both their cases, it was hardly a leap of logic to believe that they might have escaped their captors, and decided to get back to work for the ones who’d corrupted them. After all, going back for any other reason would have been something close to suicide. Gilda had been the one to propose the mission, since there were lots of griffons like her still working for the forces of Evil in Castlevania, including her close friend, Greta, and the only non-pony Cutie Mark Crusader, Gabby. Griffons who’d been lured in, like her, with the promise of good pay for simple mercenary work (or courier duty, in the case of little Gabby), and then corrupted, one by one. Gabby had been holding out last Gilda knew, locked away in a birdcage somewhere, but even the enthusiastic little griffin’s will couldn’t hold out forever, not against the ageless might of Dracula.

Fortunately, Dracula had a lot on his plate, handling the domination of dragons among other matters, so as long as Winnowil didn’t decide to work on the chick, Gilda figured she had a chance. Stallion had joined up as soon as the idea was proposed, seeing a perfect way for him to prove himself to his new friends, the ones who’d saved him from a life of endless slavery.

Oh yeah, and there’d be plenty of opportunity for sex, too. Like, well, now, for instance.

After Gilda had parted ways with Stallion, taking to the air to reach the griffon’s aerie, Stallion had gone toward a great meeting place he’d heard of while he’d been serving the forces of Evil, a place with a great stone idol that could summon immense power, provided that power was unlocked with erotic energy. If Dracula moved Castlevania, and wanted a place where he could suck magical energy right out of the land itself to fuel the powers of his minions, that was the spot Stallion expected he’d find the sort of ritual he could fit into nice and smooth. Along the way, he encountered a trio of human girls, two blondes, one slender and willowy and elegant, the other muscled and tough and sporting a cowboy hat, and a green-haired hottie in a skintight singlet – and two of them almost exactly his type! – wandering close to the edge of the ritual ground, talking amongst themselves, planning something to do with getting their friends out of trouble. There’d been a bit of a scuffle after that, and the elegant blonde (pity, as she’d been one of those Stallion had liked) whipped out a sword, which flashed right in Stallion’s eyes, almost letting all three escape into the jungle, if Stallion hadn’t recovered and overpowered the other two, the willowy hottie in the lead escaping before he could nab her, and probably not even aware that her friends had stopped following her. Sure, the green-haired chick knew magic, but a light tap to the solar plexus put that out of commission, and the muscular blonde was a pretty good hand-to-hand combatant, but Stallion was better, something that would have surprised a lot of those who knew him, and might have assumed that he was just some big dumb horseman. A little throwing hands later, and Stallion was leading two beautiful young women along on the end of a rope, which was looped around their necks, their wrists bound in front of them where he could see them, and stop any magic use or clever rope tricks. He hadn’t stripped their clothes off, though: Stallion knew he’d have a hard time controlling himself if he had.

[Ceres Chere (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Celes_Chere) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 7 - makes it

Terra Branford (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Terra_Branford) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 100 - doomed

Tina Armstrong (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Tina_Armstrong) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 23 - doomed]

Stallion knew the importance of bringing gifts to a party, after all.

*

“Oooh!” wailed poor Bonehead, while behind him a well-endowed riptor sawed his heavy shaft in and out of the slow-witted Dinosaucer’s firm, light orange rump. “Wh-what are you…oooh!”

Joanna the goanna hissed in delight as she wrapped her legs around the hefty male’s hips, working her whole body against him, taking the big dumb male right to the roots. Stripped naked, their surprisingly mammalian genitalia on full display, most of the Dinosaucers had been bound securely to one of the legs of the huge statue of the Divine Slut, per Al Negator’s instructions – the Dinosaucers were worth good money to their enemies, the Tyrannos, as well as providing them an incentive to join the Alliance of Evil. Such a temporary reprieve, however, had not been granted to Bonehead, whose big penis, the biggest of all the Dinosaucers (which isn’t to say any of the male members were small) had simply been too much for Joanna to resist, and as soon as she’d singled out the pachycephalosaur for her fun, a riptor friend of hers had been more than happy to join in rutting Bonehead silly.

Just like Bonehead, the Secret Scouts, being human, and of little value to the Tyrranos, hadn’t gotten any special reprieves either. Blonde Ryan Spencer, Hispanic David, and black-skinned Paul were getting some rough treatment, certainly, as each of them were forced onto all-fours, their smooth bottoms in the air, to be slowly filled right to the brim by some of the Sheriff’s arrowmen, the hooded wolves treating the boys with surprising gentleness at the start, as they deflowered the teens, one by one, popping their rear cherries carefully before, eventually, starting to hump the boys with proper lupine gusto, each wolf reaching around to stroke the boys’ dripping cocks in time with their thrusts.

The worst fate, however, was reserved for poor Sara Spencer: seized tightly in the grip of one of the tentacle hydracubuses, her supple young limbs held splayed wide, forcing her to watch as the vile monster stroked and caressed her nubile body everywhere, its strange venom making her ache with sexual sensitivity. Lacking ears, it easily ignored poor Sara’s pleas for mercy, eventually silencing them completely as it filled her pretty mouth with one of its especially thick, phallic tentacles. Pumping that phallic organ in and out of her mouth, the evil tentacle beast used more tentacles to tilt Sara’s blonde head down, forcing her to watch in horror as even more of the thick, meaty tentacles were extended, reaching straight toward her defenseless, hairless, virgin quim. All her desperate cries were muffled into incoherence by the invading member plugging her lips, and she was left to struggle with all her swiftly-failing might, her smooth, pale-skinned body gyrating fetchingly as the tentacles began to nudge at her tender, untouched places.

“Leave them alone!” Allo yelled out fiercely, only for a strong hand to close over his large muzzle, easily forcing it shut.

“No,” said a wolf-headed woman, smiling wickedly as she slowly licked her chops. “I want to watch this.”

[http://pathfinder.wikia.com/wiki/Lamashtu and https://rise-of-the-runelords-3-75.obsidianportal....]

Instantly, the Dinosaucers gaped, their eyes wide, their attention riveted by the strange female standing before them, her eyes blazing with unnatural light as poor, doomed Sara tried in a final act of desperation to grab the tentacle wriggling at the gates of her tiny cunny. The hydracubus, however, was far stronger than her, and jerked her hand out of the way, before giving another hard thrust, making Sara wail loudly into the tentacle in her mouth, her back arching as she was violated, her virginity taken with a single stroke. Another tentacle poised like a coiled serpent behind her, then struck, and Sara wailed again, her whole body taut, as her equally virgin rear was similarly violated.

“So sweet,” cooed the monster-woman, before giving Bonehead a single glance, her eyes flashing green. Instantly, Bonehead’s whole body spasmed, and beneath him Joanna wailed loudly as cum began to gush from her thoroughly-stretched quim, and behind him the riptor male couldn’t hold back a deep-throated grunt as he also began to cum. “There…the eggs she wanted, quickened by a male she chose for herself. Now,” she cast her eyes around, and grinned as she saw David, slumping forward as the wolf behind him pulled his cock free, panting hard in post-orgasmic afterglow, “a little pleasure for myself.”

“What did you do to my nephew?” Allo demanded, his muzzle freed as the wolf-woman extended her hand toward David, a mere gesture pulling him along the ground, then flipping him over, leaving him gaping up at her, his penis still erect as she straddled the human boy. “How are you…?”

“It’s Lamashtu,” said Dimetro, a trace of fear in his scholarly-toned voice. “The mother of monsters. This entire place must be one of her holy sites. Sexual sensitivity is heightened, passions are enflamed…” Suddenly Dimetro’s words were interrupted by Sara’s cry, as the tentacles within her young body twitched, cutting off her voice for a long few moments as she was forced to gulp down the tentacle beast’s cum, visibly pumping in waves down the length of each tentacle; the tentacles pulled back, only to be almost immediately replaced by more, stuffing the doomed human girl right to the brim once again. “…fertility is almost assured,” the science officer ended with a grim expression.

“Including my own,” laughed Lamashtu, moaning happily as she lowered herself down onto David’s upright erection, then started to ride him with vigor. “A pity you’re only a mortal, little boy: sex with me is likely to destroy your mind before I’ve finished with you!”

[Dinosaucers characters (http://dinosaucers.wikia.com/wiki/Dinosaucers_Wiki)

-Allo - 30% chance of doom - rolled 37 - makes it

-Bonehead - 30% chance of doom - rolled 5 - doomed

-Bronto Thunder - 30% chance of doom - rolled 68 - makes it

-Dimetro - 30% chance of doom - rolled 67 - makes it

-Humans

David - 30% chance of doom - rolled 22 - doomed

Paul - 30% chance of doom - rolled 39 - makes it

Ryan Spencer - 30% chance of doom - rolled 58 - makes it

Sara Spencer - 30% chance of doom - rolled 28 - doomed

-Ichy - 30% chance of doom - rolled 73 - makes it

-Stego - 30% chance of doom - rolled 62 - makes it

-Teryx - 30% chance of doom - rolled 74 - makes it

-Tricero - 30% chance of doom - rolled 95 - makes it]

Despite Lamashtu’s words, David’s mind would survive…barely. He wouldn’t be capable of proper reasoning, however, for several months, any more than Bonehead…or Sara, who was now forced into the role of a monster mother herself.

As Lamashtu manifested bodily, her powers started to leak into the entire surrounding orgy, and all its participants. The hyenas, especially, started to change, their primal natures accepting a raw dose of the monstrous energies of the Mother of Monsters.

[How the hyenas are starting to look: https://twitter.com/XplicitAl/status/8181107114486...]

*

Who’d have thought it: Krystal was a goddess.

Stallion stared up at the great idol of the Divine Slut, and scratched his red-maned head in wonderment. Sure enough, it was Krystal all right. He should know: he’d knocked the blue-furred vixen up, after all. A little thought, and Stallion remembered something he’d seen a while back, a dirty movie with a blue-furred vixen that had looked an awful lot like Krystal. But he’d already followed up on his curiosity on that count, as Krystal had assured him she’d been working on diplomatic missions at the time, the same as she usually did.

Were there two Krystals out there? Two smoking hot foxbabes, one a heroic adventuring diplomat, the other a sex-crazed nymphomaniac? The thought was more than Stallion could really quite fathom, and so he just let it slide from his mind, perhaps to be revisited later, if he had the opportunity. One question answered, even more raised.

That wasn’t as interesting, though, as what was going on around him as Stallion led his two prizes into the middle of the encircling orgy. Mmm, now this was hot! On one side, he caught sight of Steele, the wickedly handsome malamute just barely lifting his dripping muzzle from the pussy of a hot teenage doggy girl, a cute blonde, who was panting hard, a line of her own juices connecting her quim to Steele’s lips, his big paws kneading her cute little peachy-furred butt. The line broke, then, as Steele pulled himself back, and lined his big doggy dong up with the puppyteen’s smooth blonde coochie.

“Wait!” the girl cried out suddenly, and as she jerked her head around, Stallion realized she’d been hogtied into her present position, head down, and bottom up. “Put on a condom! I’m in heat! You could get me pregnant!”

“That’s kind of the whole idea,” replied Steele with a grin, a grin that Stallion couldn’t help but mirror, while his two prisoners looked more horrified than ever as the big stud dog plunged his bulbous length into the skinny little teen, and began to nail her with gusto.

Nearby, two other doggy teens lay, a redhead and a brown-furred cutie, side-by-side, bottoms high, dazed post-orgasmic expressions on their faces to attest to Steele’s skill in satisfying them, while the copious amounts of cum leaking from their well-stretched cunnies attested equally well to his skill in breeding them. They only had a few moments more of rest, however, before shadowy, wolflike humanoids with skulls for faces crept over, surrounding the dazed doggies, then pouncing on them, forcing thick, shadowstuff erections almost straight down into their defenseless tailholes, waking the girls with wide-eyed, shocked expressions that Stallion found so comical, he couldn’t restrain a laugh.

“Lucky studs,” Stallion commented toward Steele, before he continued onward, still taking in the sights.

A row of totem poles had been erected on a slight rise overlooking the place where most of the action was going on, and bound to those poles, apparently forgotten, were four figures, watching with horror and not a little sorrow at what was going on right before them. Even at a distance, Stallion could see that the figures were two humans, a lionboy, and a hyenagirl. Mmm, and those human babes were fine. If nobody had claimed them soon, Stallion made a mental note to swing around again, and give the younger one a foot or two of prime Stallion beef (Stallion had to admit, he had a weakness for more petite girls, especially the inexperienced ones – they made the best faces and cutest noises when they came, and usually the best slaves after he’d properly broken them in).

The scene the apparently forgotten prisoners were watching was a hot one in its own right, mostly consisting of hyenas and werewolves gangbanging furry girls. There was one other big-breasted human babe, gripped tightly in the clutches of a huge, four-armed werewolf king (what was his name...? Oh yeah, Volf, one of the cronies Dracula employed), while he pounded her brutally up and down his impossibly big shaft. Heh, kinda fun watching those big boobies bounce, actually, and the expression on her face was absolutely priceless. Yeah, she wasn’t walking away from that, not anytime soon. Well, anywhere except a maternity ward, that is, though Stallion supposed they had wheelchairs around places like that.

[Jasiri (http://lionguard.wikia.com/wiki/Jasiri) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 92 - makes it

Kion (http://lionking.wikia.com/wiki/Kion) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 67 - makes it

Mai Shiranui (http://snk.wikia.com/wiki/Mai_Shiranui) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 44 - makes it

Natsu (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Natsu) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 63 - makes it Taki (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Taki) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 10 - doomed]

Actually, running his eyes along the action, Stallion guessed there wasn’t a hole not being filled with werewolfcock or hyenacock. Well, except for Shenzi’s two pets, of course, but Shenzi could be greedy that way sometimes. Right now, she was squeezing and kneading the cute buns of this skinny, small-breasted lioness with the most gorgeous blue eyes, while the lioness had her hands on Shenzi’s shoulders, riding the alpha hyena, and a slightly fuller-figured, but equal-aged lioness with striking white fur was hard at work licking her way up and down the place where Shenzi’s phallus and the blue-eyed beauty’s sexes met.

Besides Shenzi’s fun, though, there was plenty to see, and Stallion did his best to take it all in, enjoying every moment as much as he was sure his two prisoners were hating it. Two hot hyenagirls, one younger, the other more mature, were being specifically nailed only by hyenas. Stallion suspected there was some family trouble about it, because the werewolves made sure to avoid both pieces of fine, spotty tail. Speaking of spotty tail, three of the hyenas were pounding an adorable cheetah cutie, and the wall-eyed one with his cock in her dainty little butt looked almost as big as Stallion himself! The way she kept sobbing, and squirming, and trying to beg for mercy around the big black cock in her tiny muzzle made Stallion actually feel kind of sorry for her, so he didn’t spend much more time looking her over…but that hot cheetahdude being banged from both ends by the unicorn brothers, Balio and Sunder, well now, like it or not, his pink stiffy made it pretty clear he was enjoying himself. The same went double for the goat-legged girl next to him getting sandwiched between two more full-blooded goatmen, who were standing up as they split her cute fuzzy butt wide on their big blunt organs. The way her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide, her mouth wider, it was pretty obvious she was getting close to the edge of her endurance…and there were a lot more of those beastmen around to satisfy.

[Elora (http://spyro.wikia.com/wiki/Elora) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 49 - doomed

Fuli (http://lionking.wikia.com/wiki/Fuli) - 30% chance of doom - rolled 11 – doomed

Hunter (http://spyro.wikia.com/wiki/Hunter_the_Cheetah) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 78 - doomed]

Noting, idly, how several of the skull-headed shadowwolves – beowolves, he thought he remembered hearing they were called, during an idly conversation with some more willing servants of Evil – were stuffing their cocks into the pouch of a flat-chested kangaroo girl two and three at a time, since her other holes were obviously pretty played-out by that point, Stallion grinned as he saw that he’d reached the part of his tour that most interested him: where all the human women had gone.

Naturally, there were fimirs here, in this spot almost right beneath the towering statue of the Krystal lookalike. Fimirs needed humans to breed, after all, so where else would they be? With them were the bulk of the horned beastmen, as well as the Sheriff, giving his all to a girl with deer-like features, but also smooth pink skin. Though Stallion usually would have thought that an animal face on a mostly human body would have looked weird, on this girl, it looked natural, and even pretty good. The girl was down on all-fours, panting hard, her eyes glazed now, her cheeks flushed, as the big-bellied wolf fed her cervine quim – and it was obvious that the skinny little deerling was tight from the way she was being stretched – with meaty wolfcock, as fat as its owner. Her body was bathed in a sheen of sweat, and as Stallion watched, she gave a deerlike bleat, her whole body shuddering, while the Sheriff sped up his thrusting, making her peachy buns bounce with each slap of his hips against her pert flesh, until he gave a deep grunt, his lips curling back in a rictus grin of sharp-toothed pleasure, while he filled the poor doomed deer-girl right up to the brim with cum.

[Khris (http://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining_force.h.../characters_force_khris.html) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 66 - doomed]

Just a short distance away, two blonde kentaurides (Stallion, being an equine himself, of course knew the proper term for a female centaur) were hobbled like common nags for covering, their human breasts bared and jiggling, their wrists bound behind their slender human backs, and secured to one leg, which was thereby forced into the air, keeping them from moving at all. Behind them, the primal forces making their breasts and exquisitely-sculpted flanks jiggle were two massive, brutal beasts, their bodies thickly-corded with muscle, their cocks…well, let it simply be said that they were big. Even girls with lower parts like horses were feeling something that thick, and Stallion didn’t blame them one bit for whinnying like horses, lifting their sweet voices high as they were rutted mercilessly by the savage horned males.

[http://warhammerfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Doombulls

Dora the Kentauride ( and http://www.backofthecerealbox.com/2013/03/kentauri...) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 96 - doomed

Mae (http://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining_force.h.../characters_force_mae.html) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 55 – doomed

And also: http://hardred.deviantart.com/art/DORA-GOLDEN-AXE-... and ]

As for the rest, Stallion couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the general melee. The fimir were here in force, laughing and grunting and sweating cruelly over gorgeous human women, fitting cocks that looked like thick, spiked maces – much like their tails, in fact – into slots at least a size too small. Looking around, Stallion knew he recognized a fair number of the unwilling participants being taken, mostly on all-fours, but sometimes missionary style, or on their sides, a leg hoisted high to allow deeper penetration. Fimir didn’t like to exert themselves more than necessary, so none of them had the girl in a standing position. There was the one called Dazzler, easy to spot, since she was a well-known celebrity…or had been, until now. Now, like all the others, she was just a brood sow for monsters, her cheek pressed against the tamped-down grass, her breasts grinding against the ground as the powerful, green-tinted beast behind her filled the air with his hips slapping against her toned buns. A red-haired Asian chick was being forced to eat out a purple-haired one in a full sixty-nine, while massive, grey-skinned rhinomen plundered them anally, both their pussies already stretched and leaking copious cum from prior violations. A tall and gorgeous black woman with long, flowing white hair was held down on her back, her white-eyed face now vacant as several fimirs, wolves, and even one of those skull-wearing ogre monsters sat nearby, resting up from previous enjoyments, their cocks still semistiff and glistening with her juices, while one of the caprine beastmen worked his shaft between her magnificent ebony-capped breasts, before squirting all over her face, perhaps the only part of her that wasn’t soaked in monstrous cum.

Speaking of ogres, there was one now, forcing a tiny girl, clad in some beast’s furry hide and nothing else, down on his brutal olive green shaft. Stallion wished it were his hands mauling that perky pink butt right then, while the doomed little cutie clawed feebly at the ogre’s chest, her legs stretched almost into a splits to either side as they kicked outward, trying somehow to find purchase to escape. Another ogre nearby had a firm grip on the ponytail of a muscular and very leggy blonde, a monster hunter Stallion knew well, named Rachael, and the red-maned horseman couldn’t help but feel she deserved exactly what she was getting, as the hulking brute filled the air with the meaty slaps of his hips against her toned, rounded buns, while she grit her teeth against the suffering of being stretched beyond all normal human endurance, only her demon blood and the magic of the place keeping her from being quite literally split in half. As far as Stallion was concerned, monster hunters didn’t deserve anything better, since he’d often been treated as though he were some monster himself plenty of times in the past – an unfair classification in his view.

“Rydia!”

It was the voice of the green-haired girl Stallion had been leading along, her eyes fixed on another green-haired girl, this one with curly hair, and a more full figure. The poor girl was in the clutches of one of the beastmen’s Bray-Shamans, a mouthpiece for the forces of darkness that the beastmen often served, and a channel for magic. Obviously this one had sniffed out the magic in the green-haired hottie, and was greedily sucking on her breasts, while working his fingers into the squirming teen’s green-furred quim as she wriggled on the ground under the savage warlock’s erotic powers.

[http://warhammerfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bray-Shaman...]

“You know the chick?” Stallion asked, glancing back at Terra with an arched eyebrow.

“We’ve adventured together,” explained his prisoner. “Please, we’ve got to help her! She’s got power…”

“Yes, yes,” Stallion said with a sigh, pulling Terra closer, then pushing her in front of him, untying the rope around her neck. “Child of destiny, have to save the world, I know, I know. Look, if you like her so much, I’ve got a better idea: you can join her!”

Terra only had a moment to see Stallion’s wicked horse’s grin, before he was shoving her into the waiting arms of the Bray-Shaman, who bleated in delight as he tore off the new girl’s clothes, then forced Terra on top of Rydia, their breasts mashing together, making it that much easier for him to lick both their cunnies at the same time, his broad, rough tongue lashing up and down with instinctual skill. He was just working his long, deceptively slender-looking penis into Rydia’s sex first, getting ready to make two new magically-charged babies in the green-haired girls, when Stallion continued, smirking to himself.

“How could you do that?” demanded the blonde-haired fighting girl he was still leading along, as she caught up behind him, ready to plow her weight into him if she got a chance.

“Huh, what? Give a noisy girl to someone who could show her where she really belongs? Pretty easily, actually. Here, let me show you…”

Her name was Tina Armstrong. While Stallion might affect a devil-may-care attitude, he did like to know the names of the girls he met. He kept her name in his mind, and captured the look of astonishment on her face, as he shoved her into the waiting arms of a nearby fimir, one of what had to be at least fifty gathered around a hydracubus tentacle beast in the center, with almost all the rest of the girl prisoners clustered around the inner layer, the fimir on the outside, occasionally joined by members of other groups, especially the lycanthropic werewolves and newly-empowered hyenas, and the occasional riptor spawn (more of these would have joined in, of course, eager to spread their seed as far as possible, but Riptor hadn’t given birth to more than forty or fifty eggs, total, and several had already fallen in combat). She managed only one cry as she was tossed between a delightfully busty black girl with short white hair, and a more modestly-endowed redhead with hair just as short, before greedy fimir mouths engulfed both her breasts, and another began slurping on her tender quim. Just within her field of vision, she saw a deeply tan-skinned woman with long white hair have one leg hauled upward as she was rolled on her side, and briefly caught sight of a fimir’s spiked cockhead, before it plunged into Rima the jungle girl’s white-furred quim. Next to Rima was a woman even more busty than Tina, the legendary Shanna the She-Devil, but even she, with all her strength, was forced to grit her teeth as she was penetrated from behind. This was all that Tina had time to see, before she wailed loudly as her own tender sex, slick and juicy with forced arousal, was split wide on the massive greenish-brown prick of a lusty fimir. The hydracubus sensed the festivities were about to begin, and extended its many tentacles, questing out for any holes that might be left unfilled for more than a few stray moments.

A pair of schoolgirls, Japanese and Chinese, wailed side-by-side as they were mounted on all-fours by thick-cocked werewolves, and this seemed to be the final signal as the fimir closed in on their prey, thick morningstar glans’ plunging into defenseless cunnies on all sides. There was plenty for all, after all, in all shapes, sizes, and colors, and all of it healthy and tight, the very finest sort of breeding stock. With so much bounty, many of them superheroines, or simply heroines with super-fine and breedable bodies, even the savagely competitive fimir saw no reason not to share. And with the aphrodisiac qualities of their seminal fluids, before too long the exquisite but mortal Tyris Flare, famed adventurer, was moaning just as sluttily as the alien-empowered blonde Ms. Marvel, the black-skinned, afro-sporting enhanced human Pulsar, the magical Zatanna, or the Themasciran Amazon Donna Troy. The Amazons of Themascira disdained men, it was sure, but when their one of their greatest warriors, a pupil of Wonder Woman herself, was being sodomized by one fimir thrusting his thick green prick almost straight down into her smooth, marble-flawless bottom, while another plowed her pussy from behind, and a third force-fed her even more intoxicating monster cock almost straight down her throat…well…she could hardly be blamed for joining her doomed comrades in orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, until nothing else mattered but the pleasure…and the new life they could all feel growing inside of them.

[Dazzler (long-haired version http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Alison_Blaire_(Earth-616)) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 65 – doomed

Elena (Street Fighter http://streetfighter.wikia.com/wiki/Elena) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 40 - doomed

Hitomi (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Hitomi) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 68 - doomed

Jamm (http://goldenaxe.wikia.com/wiki/Jamm) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 94 – doomed

Kim Wu (http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/Kim_Wu) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 51 - doomed

Leifang (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Leifang) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 47 - doomed

Mila (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Mila) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 51 – doomed

Ms. Marvel (http://marvel.com/universe/Ms._Marvel_(Carol_Danvers) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 48 - doomed

Psylocke (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Elizabeth_Braddock_(Earth-616)) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 67 - doomed

Pulsar (http://marvel.com/universe/Rambeau,_Monica) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 46 - doomed

Rachael (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Rachel) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 69 – doomed

Rima (http://superfriends.wikia.com/wiki/Rima) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 84 - doomed

Rydia (teenage version, http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Rydia) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 43 – doomed

Shanna the She-Devil (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Shanna_O'Hara_(Earth-616)) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 47 - doomed

Storm (Original cartoon version, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Storm_in_other_media) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 35 – doomed

Tyris Flare (http://goldenaxe.wikia.com/wiki/Tyris_Flare) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 50 - doomed

Wonder Girl (https://www.hyperborea.org/flash/donna.html) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 67 - doomed

Zatanna (cartoon version https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zatanna#Animation) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 93 - doomed]

Then Stallion noticed something that really caught his interest – a fight, as some of the girls escaped their corralling! – and hurried forward. What better way to insinuate himself, after all, than to make himself useful?

*

There were only three of them, young and callow maidens, hardly worth the effort, or at least so they seemed. But the short-haired brunette, the girl called Jubilee, had managed to escape when the perky blonde artist, Relm Arrowny, had managed to jab her iron-tipped paintbrush, hidden beneath her hat, into the restriction collar around Jubilee’s neck. A pyrokinetic, it was only a matter of seconds before Jubilee had seared right through the bonds of the three girls nearest her, Relm, the feisty fighting girl Sakura Kusagano, and the shrine maiden and kunoichi, Momiji. Even naked save for her headband and gloves, Sakura was up and bouncing on her feet, ready to go as many rounds as it took in mere seconds. The other girls were just as naked as Sakura, Relm with her oversized red beret, Jubilee with her large dark glasses, and Momiji with the magatama she wore as an amulet, but they were just as determined to make their escape, the holy light of the magatama known as the Dragon’s Eye holding the dark monsters around them at bay, while Relm’s brush worked like mad on drawing strange and terrible creatures in the air, creatures that instantly came to life to battle the creatures that somehow managed to slip past Momiji’s light or Jubilee’s bursts of pyrokinetic fireworks – a single hydracubus proved more than enough to keep the overwhelming majority at bay. And for those few times that even magic and mutant powers wasn’t enough, Sakura’s fists and ki-powered blue fireballs seemed to be doing the trick.

Right then, Al Negator really wished everything else would just go away. After taking a turn with the sexy vixen, the Ice Princess (called so not because of her sexual frigidity – she was anything but – but because of the coldness of where she lived), before the Sheriff’s wolves got to her, tapping that fluffy tail good and hard just to take the edge off, the big purple croc had also gone a good round with Ryu Hayabusa, him on bottom, the still-masked, but otherwise naked ninja in the middle, and Riptor riding him good and hard on top. Oooh yeah, that ninja boy’s butt had been as fine as Al had imagined, and more! Right now, though, he was busy taking his time, sinking himself nice and slow into the almost impossibly tight quim of She-Thing, his fangs bared and tightly grit as he fought his way in for every inch. Those muscles she sported were just as much on the inside as out!

She-Thing’s jaw was grit as well, her belly and butt tight as she did her best to clench down, trying to keep the thick gatorcock from forcing its way into her depths, but it was a losing prospect, and she knew it. After the way he’d mauled her breasts, gnawing on them, even leaving a few bite marks on her thick skin (and her skin could turn bullets, which said how hard Al had been chomping on her mams, holding very little back), she wasn’t as determined in mind as she’d been back when she’d been first captured. Less so, thanks to that weird pink ray he’d shot her with in the jungle. Despite herself, She-Thing could feel her juices running in rivers down her inner thighs. No, there was no way she could stop him forever, and when her body finally gave in…she’d love it. But she’d fight it for as long as she could all the same.

Large hands mauling She-Thing’s muscular orange butt, clawtips leaving little scores on her stony skin, Al Negator was concentrating his entire being into working his hips just that one fingerspan deeper, looking down to watch the mighty girl’s anal pucker clench in time with her cunny, those inner muscles serving to milk as much of him as he’d gotten inside in ways that were just as good as he’d known they’d be, making him want more, need more, until his entire world was narrowed down to that slow, inexorable, irresistible struggle of his will against hers.

So there were four teens about to escape. What of it? He’d brought them in, and he’d get paid for the job, no matter what happened afterward (even if he now had to share some of his fee with the Sheriff after the save). Not like he was getting any of their tails anyway, not with so many other randy males ready to put that girlflesh on tap. Let that big demon king, Marbus, deal with the situation. Al…was…busy!

“Grah!”

“Ah!”

Ooh yeah, that was a whole inch! Any second now, and even She-Thing’s endurance would give out, and Al would take her right up to his balls – and those were internal!

Marbus, however, was busy right then. Nearby, lightly puffing on a rolled fattie with some local weed stuffed inside, Riptor was looking supremely satisfied. Well she might, as hard as she’d ridden Ryu, going on long after Al Negator had finished up in the ninja’s sweet buns. That ninja was an awesome lover! She’d even gotten him to eat her out, after the third or fourth orgasm, when even his Zen focus was starting to waver more than a little. When Riptor had finally finished with her boytoy, however, and made sure he’d seeded her eggs quite thoroughly (more than she’d allowed any other male to fertilize, in fact, even Al, and she liked that big, tough gator), the massive, purple-scaled dragon goat had been there, and he wanted revenge in a big way.

Big was definitely the word for it. Despite Ryu Hayabusa’s martial stoicism, he couldn’t hold back then tension on his face as he grit his teeth, grateful the mask his captors had allowed him to keep kept anyone from seeing his expression, torn partway between pain and pleasure. Vigoorian demons were well-endowed as a general rule, and Marbus, well, he was bigger than most, by a significant margin. Shaggy fur and supple purple scales rubbed against Ryu’s almost naked body as he was lowered, nice and slow, down on the powerful demon lord’s prick, until his balls – nothing for any human to be ashamed of by any means – came to a rest on top of the colossal purple-black orbs of the goat-dragon.

“Why,” Ryu began, before having to start over, his voice catching as Marbus twisted his shaft just so, rubbing the human’s prostate in ways that he hadn’t experienced before in…well…ever, actually. “Why aren’t I dead? Even with all my flexibility training, I couldn’t possibly stretch this much. While I hate to admit it, you’re pretty big, Marbus.”

“Lamashtu’s power keeps you from bursting, little ninja,” explained the demon with a twisted grin, showing off his strange fangs, as much part goat and dragon as the rest of him, sharp side-by-side with blunt. “You will be kept alive here, squirming and writhing, but not in pain. No, pain is far too good a fate for you after the times you and that half-spawn, Rachael, have humiliated me. Rachael can bear the spawn of my minions, a fitting fate for someone hardly more than your sidekick, but you…,” the demon beast curled his lip. “You will suffer.”

Massive hands gripping Ryu tightly, the mighty demon overlord began to pump the tightly-muscled human up and down his immense purple-black cock at a rapid clip. Spreading his legs wide, Ryu closed his eyes, did everything he could not to focus on the sensations rippling through his body now with every slap of oversized demonballs against the back of his sac. Focused his mind to ignore the way that obscene length of purple male meat was sawing against his prostate. Concentrated on…the way…the way it felt to…

No! Don’t give in! Don’t…have to fight…have to…

“Ah!” Ryu gasped, his toes curling, his sphincter tensing, clenching down on Marbus’ shaft as he came, despite all his determination to resist to the last. Marbus, however, had apparently been as close to the edge as Ryu, and just as determined to hold out just a little longer, for when Ryu came, so did the massive goat-dragon, bellowing loudly in triumphant orgasm.

Looking down with heavy-lidded eyed, Ryu watched as his belly, normally ribbed with a clearly-defined and hard-earned sixpack, started to swell, until he looked less like one of the greatest ninja warriors ever to live, and more like a women nine months pregnant and ready to pop at any moment.

“Yesss,” growled Marbus, pulling his cock free with a wet, messy pop, uncorking Ryu, letting cum gush down the human man’s legs, before the mighty demon lord lowered the ninja to his knees before the goat-legged beast. “Now…worship me.”

No longer capable of thought, the moment Ryu felt Marbus’ swollen glans against his mask, he lifted it just enough to expose his lips, wrapped his arms around that magnificent prick, and began to do just what he’d been told.

All of which left Jubilee, Momiji, Relm, and Sakura with a wide open chance at escape. Right up until the moment Stallion arrived.

“Hello dollies!” Stallion greeted them, arms spread wide as he stood between the girls and the relative safety of the jungle’s depths. Caught almost completely off-guard by this horse-headed creature who didn’t seem affected by the holy, cleansing light of the Dragon’s Eye, Momiji came up short with a gasp…but too late. In a heartbeat, Stallion’s mighty black-gloved hands were upon her, and there was no way for her to escape as he whinnied in delight, coiling tight bands of rope around her wrists before he forced the beautiful young shrine guardian to her knees at his side. “Time for you all to feel my horsepower!”

Jubilee and Relm, small and weak physical combatants that they were, were no match for someone as fast and strong as Stallion, moving before they had a chance to throw up their defensese, and soon both of them were beating their hands ineffectually against his massive biceps as he wrapped his arms around them. Whinnying again, Stallion tossed the girls to the ground, and swiftly bound them with all the speed of long practice, flipping Jubilee on her back to hogtie her, and then reaching over when Relm tried to crawl away, dragging her back by one ankle, letting him squeeze her perky, peach-shaped pink bottom in both hands, lingering several long moments to roll her sweet buns this way and that, while little Relm squealed adorably, her cheeks turning bright red at the improper touching. Her embarrassment, however, had only just begun, as Stallion soon had her arms and legs bound together, keeping her in that same position, head down and adorable bottom thrust high.

An easy target.

Against most foes, Sakura would have had a fighting chance, and she’d always found that her pluck and determination and sheer confidence could carry her through almost any fight that she was in. Almost. In this case, however, against Stallion, Sakura was overmatched in seconds. While Stallion was a good warrior, his fighting style specialized against women. The brown-haired Japanese teen clashed her hands together, crying out “hadoken!” as she launched her ki fireball…only to discover that Stallion had already moved, right when his big hand slapped her coltish little butt. “Shoryuken!” she tried to scream out as she spun once more to face her opponent, face flushed from the touch of a man against her bare flesh, but just as she was bunching her legs for her dragon uppercut, Stallion easily swept her feet out from under her, sending Sakura tumbling right on her bum, fortunately well-rounded from lots of kicking and jumping practice.

Not giving Sakura a chance to recover, Stallion grabbed Sakura’s ankles, then hoisted them into the air, making the fighting girl tumble back with a short, startled scream.

“Mmm, pink and pretty!” Stallion exclaimed at the sight of Sakura’s pubic mound, graced with only a little downy soft fluff, the rest having not grown in yet. “Let’s have a taste!”

“No!” exclaimed Sakura, trying to lash out at Stallion’s head, only for him to push her legs back further, pinning her arms to the ground, while his muzzle thrust toward her exposed virgin sex. “Noooooo!”

“Oh yeah!” answered Stallion with a grin, using his shoulders and arms to keep the struggling teen’s legs pinned right where they were, keeping her a nice, tasty little package. And speaking of tasty…mmm!

Gasping in horror, her eyes going wide, Sakura could only watch and listen – and oh! what obscene sounds that horrible horseman was making! – as Stallion’s agile lips and thick, smooth tongue invaded her exposed pink flower, sucking and slurping and nibbling to a degree of precision that no mere human’s mouth could ever hope to match. She felt him stretching her hymen, at least at first, and couldn’t resist tensing her whole body at each feeling of pushing, but the expected tearing sensation never came, and before too long, even the stretching feeling went away. His big hands lunged out, and began to maul Sakura’s plump round breasts, squeezing and rolling the light brown nipples between his thick, strong fingers until they ached with tingling arousal.

“That was good!” Stallion said with an enthusiastic grin, lifting his face and eagerly licking Sakura’s juices from his lips. “Now I’ll show you why they call me Stallion!”

As soon as Stallion opened his codpiece, freeing the gold-capped monster he dared to call a cock, Sakura could only gape, open-mouthed. Momiji, Jubilee, and Relm were similarly stunned, their young, untried bodies moistening despite themselves at the sight and clean, masculine scent of a powerful, dominant beast, the brute who would father their children in the all-too-near future, whether they liked it or not.

Then Stallion’s heavy glans rubbed through the channel of Sakura’s labia, and for a moment, the spell was broken.

“No!” shrieked Sakura, struggling mightily against the powerful hand holding her ankles above her head, pinning her thighs and knees against her arms, keeping her pressed against the ground. “You can’t do this! I won’t…”

Sakura’s voice was abruptly cut off as Stallion, ignoring her, bunched up all the muscles of his tense rump, and thrust himself into her, sliding nice and smooth right up to half his length – all that oral play had worked on her hymen until it had been worn completely away, ensuring no pain on penetration. When he got to work getting the second half into her, Sakura started to thrash. Not in pain, however, but in pleasure, pure and raw and intense. Then, when Stallion’s balls were slapping her taut boyish buns, Sakura’s whole world was rocked with orgasm after orgasm, until her throat was raw from screaming, and she wasn’t fighting him – she was embracing him!

“Mmm,” sighed Stallion, slowly working his shaft free of the limp fighter girl beneath him. “That was good. It’s been way too long since the last time I had a girl like that.” Then his eyes cast about, and he grinned at Jubilee next, who gasped as she realized what was coming, her gaze going immediately to Stallions swiftly-recovering erection. “Now I’m going to have another!”

Warmed up as she was by sight and scent and sound and, most of all, anticipation, Jubilee’s first orgasm came on her fast and hard, her small breasts arching upward as Stallion’s tongue worked its way into her, his skilled mouth not just engulfing her smooth copper-skinned cunny, but working it, stimulating every last inch of her most vulnerable, sacred places. There was nowhere to escape the pleasure he was giving her, and before too long, Jubilee didn’t even try anymore. Soon he was shafting her, nice and slow, grinning down at her confidently, dominantly, as the Chinese-descended girl bucked and wriggled beneath him, her smooth body lifting to meet his with even more enthusiasm than Sakura, her hips thrust up to meet him twice for every one of his thrust down to meet her.

Not even pausing after he pulled out, leaving Jubilee’s cream-soaked cunny gaping and heavily leaking his copious cum, Stallion almost pounced on poor little Relm. The tiny blonde teen couldn’t keep from squealing in fright as she felt those massive hands seize her dainty pink bottom, its heart-shaped curves thrust almost straight into the air. She could hold back her squeals even less well as that tongue invaded her, working its way into her in ways, and to depths, that she hadn’t ever even begun to consider. Lacking a hymen, having taken her own with the back end of a paintbrush during her early masturbatory sessions, Relm soon discovered that there was nothing holding Stallion back…nothing except how very tight she was.

Feeling that strong oral organ tickling her cervix just so, the blonde cutie’s whole body tensed, jerking forward and back in uncontrollable spasms, spasms that only grew more powerful, more intense, as Stallion’s tongue began to ripple, stroking and caressing all of her most sensitive inner spaces almost all at once. So much pleasure was more than any one girl should have to endure!

Spots and flashes popping before her eyes, Relm was only vaguely aware of Stallion’s big hands kneading her dainty pink tushie, spreading her open, nice and wide. When his penis plunged into her sweet little cunny, though, plugging it thoroughly, she was very aware, her eyes and mouth wide open, but no sound escaping her lips, as Stallion didn’t hold himself back – he let her have it, making the little blonde artist’s tiny breasts and perked pink nipples rasp against the ground, her adorable bum slapping and jiggling and bouncing with each powerful thrust of those mighty, well-muscled equine hips.

Relm could and did, in fact, feel the horsepower. All of it. Twice, as Stallion, unable to hold himself back, pried Relm’s tiny anal rosette apart as well, soon leaving the precious cutie lying on the ground, untied but unable to move, her bum still thrust almost straight in the air, revealing to all just how thoroughly her freshly-deflowered rosebud and flower had been demolished by the big horseman’s penis.

What was the point in resisting? Momiji was still on her knees, paralyzed by the waves of raw arousal and animal magnetism that this massive, brutal male exuded from every strand of hair, every pore of his skin. There was something mesmerizing about horses, something that women could sense from their earliest days, and never really grew out of. Stallion was that attraction personified, coupled with all the allure of a sexually-aware man, one who knew all the many ways to bring pleasure to a woman – or a girl – and took his greatest delight in bringing ultimate, exquisite, hallelujah-singing pleasure to his partners. Whether they wanted it or not.

Stallion’s strong hands engulfed Momiji’s pearly breasts, and she couldn’t hold back her gasp, her small, coral pink nipples already so erect they were almost painful. When Stallion’s fingers squeezed them, twisted them slowly, gently, then, finally, pinched them firmly between finger and thumb, it was painful. Painful, and wonderful.

At first, Momiji thought the scream was her own. As she looked around, however, she saw that it had come from She-Thing! In the moment Momiji had cum, just from the way Stallion was handling her breasts, She-Thing’s superhuman endurance finally gave out, and Al Negator’s thick purple penis plunged into her pussy, right up to the hilt. Having held out for so long, delaying the inevitable with all she had, the moment her strength gave out, so too did She-Thing’s ability to resist pleasure. All the pleasure that had been building up. As much affected by Stallion’s presence as the girls the big male was ravishing, and by Al Negator’s efforts as well, the moment the purple sleazasaur hit her cervix, she started to cum…again…and again…and again, her hands balling into tight fists where they were bound behind her back, her head jerking this way and that. With a wild laugh of triumph, Al Negator started to thrust his hips, slapping loudly against She-Thing’s rocky buns, making them bounce (though only a little) with sheer force of impact, as did her full-sized breasts, the dark orange nipples as hard and erect as Al’s own penis.

Feeling weightless for a moment, Momiji realized suddenly that she was being lifted. Stallion was kneeling on the ground, and he was lifting Momiji over his mighty shaft, upthrust and ready to meet her. She squirmed ineffectually, trying somehow to wriggle free of the bonds around her wrists, even as she knew in her heart that it was all in vain. Her fate was sealed, and as the broad gold glans of Stallion’s penis began to nudge her tender, delicate labia apart, Momiji closed her eyes, knowing that she was finished now. Her fate was that of all the other girls and women captured in this place: to serve as a brood mother to the next generation of Lamashtu’s monsters.

[Jubilee (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jubilee_(comics)#Television) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 60 - doomed

Momiji (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Momiji and http://ninjagaiden.wikia.com/wiki/Momiji) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 39 – doomed

Relm Arrowny (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Relm_Arrowny) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 43 - doomed

Sakura Kasugano (http://streetfighter.wikia.com/wiki/Sakura) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 45 - doomed

She-Thing (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Sharon_Ventura_(Earth-616)) - 30% chance of survival - rolled 32 – doomed]

*

“It’s good to have you back,” said Al Negator, taking Stallion’s hand in his own. Behind the big purple alligator, She-Thing lay sprawled on her front, her face showing just how thoroughly she’d cum, until she could cum no more. Copious reptilian seed leaked from her uplifted rump, dripping onto the ground beneath her.

“Good to be back where I’m appreciated,” agreed Stallion with a grin, paying little attention to the soft moan of Momiji behind him, lying with her back to a tree, her legs splayed far apart, her pudenda deeply flushed, and almost literally gushing potent stallioncum – but nowhere near as much as had filled her womb, leaving it slightly plump and distended even now. A hint of things to come.

Yeah, life was good for Stallion. He just hoped nobody caught on that he was one of the good guys now.

Choices

Remember: some choices will exclude others. While I try not to limit options, sometimes it just isn’t possible to avoid this reality.

*Superstation

1) Doomguy continues his one-man war on Hell – 1

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

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

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 –

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

6) Skeletor and Evil-Lyn encounter Nova Terra and Widowmaker –

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

7) Ratchet and the SWATKats –

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

*Desert City

8) Shendu’s plan takes effect –

(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? (votes will keep building until one reaches 10, then a separate scene will take place there)

-Fat Cat’s Casino – a 20’s-style speakeasy – 2

(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 Last Stop – a devil of a good time – 5

-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 –

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

13) King Sombra arrives (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

(60% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

15) Draco and friends

(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, once for each character)

17) Scar arrives

(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 – 1

(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 – 1

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

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

25) Gilda and Stallion, infiltrators

(55% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

26) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage

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

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

*Character cleanup starts – ongoing

Adventures of T-Rex characters (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Adventures_of_T-...) – 2

Aisha Clan-Clan (http://outlawstar.wikia.com/wiki/Aisha_Clan-Clan) – 1

Archer (http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Archer_(Fate/stay_night)) – 1

Bahamut (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bahamut_(Dungeons_%26_Dragons)) – 4

Bayonetta (http://bayonetta.wikia.com/wiki/Bayonetta_(character)) – 1

Banjo (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Banjo) & Kazooie (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Kazooie) – 1

Bubsy the Bocat (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubsy) – 3

Dr. Viper (http://villains.wikia.com/wiki/Dr._Viper) – 1

Duke, Captain N’s Dog – 1

Dunkelzahn (http://shadowrun.wikia.com/wiki/Dunkelzahn) – 1

Easter Bunny (male or female?) – 1

Eleanor Lamb (http://bioshock.wikia.com/wiki/Eleanor_Lamb) – 1

Fran (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Fran) – 1

Gordon Freeman (Half-Life, https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6PNZBb6b9L...) – 1

Gordon Shumway (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ALF_(TV_series) – 2

Jazz Jackrabbit (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jazz_Jackrabbit) – 4

President John Henry Eden (http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/John_Henry_Eden) – 2

Lady Bow (http://www.mariowiki.com/Lady_Bow) – 3

Leroy (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Catillac_Cats#Le...) – 1

Liberty Prime (http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Liberty_Prime) – 1

Poison (http://streetfighter.wikia.com/wiki/Poison) – 2

Rajang (a monster encounter, http://monsterhunter.wikia.com/wiki/Rajang) – 1

Reptile (http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Reptile) – 1

The Rescuers (Bianca and Bernard) – 1

Rider (http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Rider_(Fate/stay_night)) – 1

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

Snake Eyes (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snake_Eyes_(G.I._Joe)) – 2

Subject Delta (http://bioshock.wikia.com/wiki/Subject_Delta) – 1

Tank Girl and Booga (http://tankgirl.wikia.com/wiki/Tank_Girl and http://tankgirl.wikia.com/wiki/Booga) – 6 – they’ll show up eventually

Taomon appears (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Taomon) – 1

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

Tiamat (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiamat_(Dungeons_%26_Dragons)) – 2

Tomamo no Mae (http://fategrandorder.wikia.com/wiki/Tamamo_no_Mae) – 1

Toralei Stripe (http://monsterhigh.wikia.com/wiki/Toralei_Stripe and ) – 4

Tracer (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Tracer) – 3

Zoo Crew (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain_Carrot_and_H...!) – 3

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

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

Events at the Last Stop (warning, will have negative, but sexy, consequences) – 4

Godzilla meets Superpuma () – 1

Kim Possible gets in touch with family & friends – 4

Marvel vs. Capcom teamup (Deadpool, Okami, and Dante) – 2

Fluttershy/Toriel – 1

Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania – 1

Advance pregnancies (baby bumps all around) – in progress

Brooklyn/Firebrand – 6

Khida/Thepa Elite Incest – 8 – on the docket

Zeke and those with him turn on Ninetails – 7 – treachery afoot

Mewtwo turns someone into a body puppet – 8 – soon…

Renamon/Rika Nonaka – 9 – sho’ ‘nuff

Renamon goes into male phase after giving birth – 10 – indeed

Mewtwo becomes Lucario’s pet – 3

Matt makes the Kim Possible characters his personal harem – 6

Draco gains paladin powers from Bahamut – 2

Draco gets lucky (except he’s way too good to need luck) – 2

Samus/Ridley flashback scene – 2

Aeon Calcos attempts to take control of the reptile people – 1

Nobody joins the bughunt – 1

Cobra (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cobra_(G.I._Joe)) shows up – 1

Sam & Max show up…somewhere (the next vote to win) – 1

Alien Queen/Asriel (his adult version) – 1