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Entry 27

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Jabba's Palace

Who shall we follow?

1) Scooby Doo and his girls – 1

2) Leatherhead and the Baroness – 2

3) Zeno and the local slavegirls – 0

4) Flamedramon and Wargreymon's digital investigations – 1

(58% chance of success, best of 3 rolls)

5) Rocket Raccoon, Renamon, M'Ress, and Matt's stealth investigations – 6

(64% chance of success, best of 3 rolls)

Slave auction scene pending

Additions of Foxglove, Gadget Hackwrench, and Tammy Squirrel – pending

*Castlevania

We've got three options now that our parties have united:

1) Return upstairs to save Kasumi, Belle, and Beast – 8

(75% chance of success, three successes or three failures)

2) Face us, Dracula! – 1

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

3) Gigginox attack! – 0

4) The Third Option – 0

Immediate Party Additions and Scenes:

Randomly-selected Character (my choices):

*Rolled on the following list:

1) Sally Acorn (http://info.sonicretro.org/Princess\_Sally\_Acorn - SatAM version only)

2) Ninjara (http://turtlepedia.wikia.com/wiki/Ninjara)

3) Splinter (http://tmnt2012series.wikia.com/wiki/Master\_Splinter)

4) Foxy Roxy (http://www.spriters-resource.com/genesis\_32x\_scd/brutal/sheet/2267/ and http://wonderchef.pridelands.org/Roxy/)

5) Miyamoto Usagi (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Usagi\_Yojimbo)

6) Swift Heart Rabbit

• rolled 1 – Sally Acorn will appear

(Un)dead adventuring party with awesome gear – en route

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

Breath of Fire 4 characters (list those you want to see) – 1

-Cray

-Scias

-Ursula

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

Clockwerk (http://slycooper.wikia.com/wiki/Clockwerk) – 1

Comet the Super Horse (will include Supergirl scene) – 3

Duke, Captain N's Dog – 1

Easter Bunny (male or female?) – 1

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

Fuli (http://lionking.wikia.com/wiki/Fuli) – 1

Gardevoir (Pokemon) – 2

Gazelle (and her tigers - http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Gazelle) – 1

Jasiri (Lion Guard) – 3

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

Jenny Wakeman (http://teenagerobot.wikia.com/wiki/Jenny\_Wakeman/XJ-9) – 4

Kion (Lion Guard) – 3

Kimahri Ronso (Final Fantasy X) – 1

Lopunny (Pokemon) – 2

Marco Ubaldo Diaz (http://starvstheforcesofevil.wikia.com/wiki/Marco\_Diaz) – 1

Medicham (Pokemon) – 2

Nanaki/Red XIII (Final Fantasy VII) – 1

Nathan Graves (http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Nathan\_Graves) – 1

Neyla (http://slycooper.wikia.com/wiki/Neyla) – 1

Panne and Yarne (http://fireemblem.wikia.com/wiki/Panne and

http://fireemblem.wikia.com/wiki/Yarne) – 4

Papyrus (Undertale) – 2

Peter, Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail Rabbit (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter\_Rabbit) – 1

Pokemon additions (please make suggestions, will be non-anthro unless requested otherwise) – 5 – will be brought it, but keep making suggestions

-Charizard

-Eevee

-Eeveelutions (all)

-Ivysaur

-Jigglypuff

-Pichu

-Pikachu

-Squirtle

Ratchet & Clank (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ratchet\_%26\_Clank) – 1

The Rescuers (Bianca and Bernard) – 1

Salarians (http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Salarian) – 1

Scarlet (GI Joe) – 5 – set to appear

Shanoa (http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Shanoa) – 1

Star Butterfly (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Star\_Butterfly) – 2

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

Zoo Crew (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain\_Carrot\_and\_His\_Amazing\_Zoo\_Crew!) – 2

Characters Pending Appearance

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

Anna Puma and Uni Puma (http://www.absoluteanime.com/tank\_police/sisters.htm)

Articuno (mythic encounter, Pokemon)

Asgore Dreemurr (Undertale)

Bonnie & Clyde (http://liloandstitch.wikia.com/wiki/Bonnie\_%26\_Clyde)

Casey Jones (TMNT, original flavor)

Cha Cha and Kayamba (Monster Hunter)

Dante (Devil May Cry)

Deadpool (Marvel)

Disgaea characters

-Almaz von Almandine Adamant

-Etna

-Flonne

-Laharl

-Sapphire Rodonite

-Sicily

Doggo (Undertale)

Draco (Dragonheart)

Drakengard dragons (make any desired suggestions for additions)

-Angelus

-Gabriella

-Legna

-Mikhail/Michael

Elemental and Elder Dragons (Etrian Odyssey, mythic encounter)

Goris the Deathclaw (Fallout)

Harle (villainess from Chrono Cross)

HK-47 (Star Wars KOTOR)

Judy Hopps (Disney)

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

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

Krogans

Lucario (Pokemon)

Naga the White Serpent (http://kanzaka.wikia.com/wiki/Naga\_the\_Serpent)

Natsuki and Batanen (Hyper Police)

Nick Wilde (Disney)

Po (Kung-Fu Panda)

Raiden (Mortal Kombat, mythic encounter)

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

sans (Undertale)

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

The Six Dragons (Chrono Cross)

Squirrel Girl (Marvel)

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

-Bill Gray

-Falco Lombardi

-Fara Phoenix

-Fay Spaniel

-Katt Monroe

-Miyu Lynx

Tail Concerto Characters

-Alicia

-Beluga Damiens (http://redthehunter.wikia.com/wiki/B%C3%A9luga\_Damiens)

-Cyan

-Flare

-Princess Theria

-Stair

-Waffle

Turians (Mass Effect)

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

Ursa (Gummi Bears)

Villager (Animal Crossing, Smash Bros.)

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

The Next Villain Scene (10 votes to take place) – 11 – now slated for occurrence

Master Tigress/Okami pairing – 5

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

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

C-3PO vs. Mettaton deathmatch – 5

Tails/Krystal – 7 – on the docket

Carmelita/Rocket – 6

Pleasure Island casino, a place for transformations – 4

Genderswap Stallion – 8 – this will take place

Princess Elsa wears black leather – 4

Zerg led by the Queen of Blades/Kerrigan – 4

Shere Khan turns a human girl into a furry (Baroness suggested) – 7

Princess Luna communicates with the other groups via dreams – 2

Cure Kim Possible of lycanthropy (Shego encounter first) – 9 – will take place

Stallion works to stop Zeke – 7 – he'll get right on it

Events at the Last Stop (since we delayed) – 2

Fox Kim Possible/Bunny Raven – 4

Updated Kaa (at least some of the time) – 3

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

Sly Cooper/Robin Hood/Carmelita Montoya Fox (Mirage addition likely) – 4

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

Kim Possible/Katt – 3

Kim Possible gets in touch with family & friends – 1

Mirage's slow turn to good – 2

Comet the Superhorse, corrupted – 1

Stallion gets male-ified again (eventually) – 1

Pending Scenes

Mythological Encounter

Master Tigress demands a rematch with Jon Talbain

Cheshirespace and Coyote (Mythic encounter) – ongoing

Jon Talbain/Bambi

Zeke/Jon Talbain/Amaterasu wolfsome

Angela develops a bondage fetish

Master Tigress/Renamon interaction (futanari Renamon suggested)

Asriel/Toriel cleansing scene (incest very likely)

Apple family “reunion"

Daphne and Velma become weredogs (Scooby Snatches)

Taking crew measurements on the ship

Wolf Linkle (Rule 63 Link)

Carmelita/Rocket/Sly Raccoon Sandwich

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

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

More Sam and Max silliness

Zeno/Leatherhead

Tails and Bambi dressed as girls

Tails/Stallion (mixed with crossdressing)

Author Notes

Present pregnancy tally:

Angela the gargoyle – pregnant by Red Arremer

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

Chocolat Gelato – pregnant by Dag the coyote

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

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

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

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

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

Daphne Blake and Velma Dinkley – pregnant by Scooby Doo

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

Krystal – pregnant by Stallion

Midna – pregnant by Wolf Link

On the subject of Comet the Super-Horse: http://goodcomics.comicbookresources.com/2012/02/16/i-love-ya-but-you%E2%80%99re-strange-that-time-supergirl-fell-for-her-horse/ – Oh old comics, what's not to love?

By way of letting folks know how I structure the entries, so as to crank them out in good time, without overloading myself, I follow a system of three scenes. I have discovered that I can handle up to three separate scenes in a single entry, and no more, without overextending. The content of these scenes is irrelevant, but the more separate scenes there are, the less detail I can provide to each scene.

Presently, my three scenes are divided between the events in Mirage's realm, the action at Jabba's Palace, and the group at Castlevania. To make that more abstract, that's one “floating" scene, and two “story progression" scenes. As one scene ends, or an opportunity for a change of scene comes, I will hand over the choice to you, the readers, to select what you'd like to see next. The present switching between groups at Jabba's Palace is a prime example of this sort of scene switching, allowing you, the readers, to shape the course of the overall story by telling me when to continue with a plotline, and when to shift course or point of view.

UFC Entry 27

Kaa was no longer having to do the work. Now it was Mirage on top, as the great serpent reclined on the smooth, warm marble floor, working himself sinuously with what “hips" he had to match the dark-furred feline's eager bouncing on his engorged hemipenes. Squeezing down, rippling the inner walls of her cunny and clenching her tailhole tightly, Mirage reached up to seize her breasts in both hands, sharp claws digging into the flesh, dark, glistening nipples sticking out through her tight-clenched fingers. Yowling at the spice of pain to enhance her pleasure, the dark goddess' eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the first spurt of Kaa's cum splash inside of her.

Coiling around her, Kaa hugged Mirage firmly in his full-body embrace, moaning in his soothing voice as he trembled, holding his head close to hers, his teeth tightly gritted as Mirage showered kisses on the great serpent. He could feel her wriggling in his grip, could feel her heightened body heat, her pounding heart, as she came…and came…and came, her juices leaving a sheen on Kaa's scales as her legs, hanging free to either side of Kaa's lower length, trembled until, finally, she went limp in his coils, leaving herself utterly at Kaa's mercy.

Reclining on the divan, his lithe, beautiful body laid out on full display, utterly unashamed of his nudity, Sly Raccoon smiled down at the three beautiful women using their mouths to best effect on his proudly-erect member. Every time Nobody parted her mouth-claws, then lowered her mouth down onto Sly's penis, it felt just like penetrating smooth, sweet cunny, complete with an incredible inner muscle control he'd never experienced in any woman before, not even Mz. Ruby, and that gator-girl gave Sly the best deep-throating he could remember up until that point. Not a surprising comparison, since a yautja's inner mouthparts did indeed quite closely resemble a human female's vagina. Lacking experience, though, as she really was only a girl for all her size and strength, Nobody had to pull up after only a few bobs of her head, gasping for breath. Every time she did, however, Sly made sure to caress her smooth, naked yellow-skinned body, especially down her back, to cup and squeeze her toned, round-muscled bottom, before slipping his fingers into the snug slit between her legs. And every time Sly touched her there, Nobody made the most erotic moans Sly could imagine – not surprising, since Nobody mimicked Carmelita's voice in the throes of sexual passion! – and pressed back into his touch, her slightly luminous juices coating his fingers.

[http://slycooper.wikia.com/wiki/Mz.\_Ruby]

While Sly fingered young Nobody, Carmelita was all too eager to show the inexperienced youtja girl what a real woman could do. Gripping Sly's cock near the base with one hand, the blue-haired vixen used her other hand to caress Sly's sac in ways that by themselves would have made his head spin. When coupled with her wetly kissing the glans of his throbbing pink penis, however, then circling it with her tongue, before taking him hard and fast to the roots with eager bobs of her head, her eyes wild and desperate as they looked up into his, desperate for him, it was almost more than Sly could bear. If he wasn't so good at playing out scenes of lock tumblers in his head, or dossiers of the least-sexy criminals in his memory, he would have popped his cork after the first time Carmelita had her turn. Since it was now her third go, however, Sly knew he was right on the edge.

“Aw," cooed the Cheshire Catgirl, the third female eagerly in attendance to Sly's sexplay. “Looks like Mister Sylvester Cooper's about to pop, girls. Why don't you both share him for the big finale?"

As she spoke, Chessy (as she'd told Sly to call her) moved her hands to work up and down both the other girls' slits and perineums, even as she wriggled her purple-striped tushie up and down Sly's length during a pause in Carmelita's and Nobody's ministrations, her tail curling around and then stroking his erection. This was possible, as was Chessy's present resting of her sizable boobs on Sly's head, only because of her detachable body parts, which roamed freely across the scene of loveplay. At first Chessy's oddness had been distracting, but right now, all three of the others were so close to the edge, they couldn't care less.

Trading a look at Chessy's words, Nobody and Carmelita shared a brief nod, before they pressed their breasts together, Sly's surprisingly sizable member squeezed firmly between them (Sly, as it turned out, was a “grower," rather than a “shower," meaning he wasn't much to look at when unerect, but once his penis popped free of his sheath – wowza!) and began to work their mouths up and down his length. Squealing happily, Chessy floated her breasts and head down to join the pair, just in time to meet them in a three-way kiss, tongues eagerly dueling, with Sly's thick, cunny-stretching cockhead right in the middle. That was the last straw, as Sly gave a gasp as his pleasures peaked, before his balls contracted, and he began to gush, a geyser of thick, sweet coon-cum splashing the three females' faces and breasts, only for them to happily lick each other clean.

Carmelita was especially thorough in getting the young yautja girl cleaned off, her smooth pink tongue flicking again and again over those full, delicious breasts, and plump, yellow-green nipples, until Nobody was trembling, almost paralyzed with the strange sensations of pleasure washing over her. Sly, still breathing hard from his last orgasm, but not wanting to miss a chance to return a favor – with interest – soon joined his lover, and before another few seconds had passed, it was Nobody lying on the divan, squirming adorably and moaning with every girl's voice she'd heard in the throes of passion, while Sly and Carmelita happily suckled on her sweet teats, their hands roaming her defenseless body with unerring skill.

Leaning back, her body mostly together now (though one of her hands was hard at work massaging Mirage's clitty, making the wicked kitty mew like a kitten in Kaa's grip), Chessy let Nobody's memories start to play out as a mental image above her head, using her own powers over thoughts and dreams to call them up. Their eyes looking up, Carmelita and Sly could see Nobody's past, could see where she'd come from, and why she was now on the run from her own people. But though they did watch Nobody's past unfold, they didn't let it distract them from the young yautja's beautiful body, kissing and licking their way down her lovely taut tummy, while their skilled hands (especially Sly's) caressed further down, over the swell of her perfectly smooth pubis, and into the delicate valley of her quim. Though Nobody's sex was obviously quite different from any that raccoon or vixen had encountered previously, it was similar enough that they could find their way around, and her reactions when they found especially sensitive spots were recognizable enough that she wasn't too hard to figure out. For Sly, actually, his training with complicated locking systems made him perfectly suited to unlocking the mystery of Nobody's orgasm, and when it hit, her fingers tore into the divan's cushions, while she gave a mighty roar in her true voice, her body bucking and thrashing as her mind and body were overwhelmed with raw pleasure.

The moment her first orgasm hit, the first orgasm she'd had given to her by another also played on the memory screen Chessy had conjured. She'd been hunting a human, one of the greatest warriors among the humans. His name was John, but most people called him the Master Chief. She'd been on a few hunts before, of course, and had even earned her scar on a xenomorph hunt, proving her worth as an adult. What she wanted, though, was a trophy worthy to earn herself her pick of the finest males of her kind. Master Chief's skull seemed like the perfect trophy to earn herself the envy of every female among her kind. All she'd had to do was track him to one of the many isolated planets where he was often sent on various missions deemed impossible for normal humans, and start to stalk.

Except, something had gone wrong. There'd been this woman made of solid light, who'd appeared suddenly, out of nowhere, and warned Master Chief of Nobody's approach. He'd been so fast, so strong, as he'd whipped his gun around, bullets ricocheting off Nobody's faceplate, spoiling her cloaking device. But she'd been fast and strong as well, and she'd caught his gun with her wristblades, ruining it, before closing for the kill. Once again, however, she'd underestimated the human, as he turned the fight, twisted her grapple, and somehow…somehow he pinned her!

His powerful body over her, on top of her, pressing her down, Nobody looked into the nearly opaque visor of Master Chief, and saw his surprise as he suddenly registered that he was fighting a female. A female who squirmed and writhed and bucked beneath him until she was too weak to keep resisting, and slumped to the ground, snarling her defiance. All that fighting, though, had kept Nobody's almost naked, mesh-covered body rubbing against Master Chief's hard-plated power armor, and even in the midst of her most furious fighting, she'd been distracted, even perhaps weakened, by the slow rise of her heat. She'd been hoping to get a trophy to attract a male for her first breeding, hoping to accomplish her goal before her heat grew too strong for her to resist any longer. She'd miscalculated, however, and her mistake had been to try and claim the skull of a strong, virile male like the Master Chief. Being in his presence, feeling his strength, being made to submit to him…it had proven too much for Nobody, and now, like it or not, she was drenched down below. And Master Chief knew it.

So did Cortana. Normally, a Spartan had a reduced sex drive, one of the many effects of the Spartan conversion process. Naturally, this was seen as an advantage to military service, since it meant that Spartans didn't get distracted as easily as other troops, and could usually approach their missions with a much greater degree of objectivity. Cortana, however, knew just the right mix of hormones to activate in Mjolnir armor to stimulate the sex drive. Seeing Master Chief's foe as she began to enter the peak of her heat cycle, Cortana recognized the alien beauty of Nobody, and took pity on her.

Activating the Mjolnir's hormone feed, Cortana materialized next to Master Chief, exerting a greater power pull from the suit to become semi-corporeal. Enough to allow her to caress Nobody's beautiful yellow-capped breasts.

“It's all right, John," she said softly, kissing the side of Master Chief's helmet as she gave those nipples a squeeze, making Nobody moan in the deep-throated voice of her own kind. “She's not going to fight us anymore."

Fight? No, perhaps not. But to an impartial observer, what happened next certainly looked like fighting! After Cortana unlocked the emergency releases on Master Chief's codpiece (a section of armor that would take almost an hour to replace with a power tool), Nobody had frankly drooled over the thick slab of pink meat that popped into full view, and had been more than eager to swallow as much of it down as she could handle. Cortana was there, too, kissing Nobody's body, peeling off the mesh of her faux-primitive armor, even sharing that magnificent penis when the yautja girl wasn't too greedy.

What Nobody did was forbidden by the most ancient and sacred of yautja laws. This feeling was a palpable sensation to both Sly and Carmelita as they busied their mouths between Nobody's splayed thighs, their bottoms lifted, fluffy tails wagging as the tang of her strange, luminous juices was hot on their tongues. Certainly, yautja were known to amuse themselves with members of the weaker races, but only when they were the ones in a position of strength, making the defiled lesser being a sort of trophy, a sexual conquest. Here, however, as Master Chief raised his visor in the dream-vision, to taste Nobody's heavily-gushing juices, much the same as Carmelita and Sly were doing to her in the present, Nobody was the defeated captive, the trophy of sexual conquest. She'd been defeated, and now Master Chief was going to claim his rightful prize: her virginity.

Fortunately for all parties involved, Cortana had been there, and had a massive database of erotic information to draw upon. In the throes of the memory, Nobody rolled onto her belly, and then got onto all-fours, presenting herself to her conqueror like a proper captive trophy should. In the present, she did the same, looking shyly back at the slender, beautiful creatures that had once again tamed her, though this time as a willing and equal participant rather than a spoil of the hunt. Just like in the past, however, Sly didn't simply mount her, but instead took this as an opportunity to really get to work on her outthrust throbbing quim, while Carmelita's skilled tongue worked into those places that Sly wasn't attending to at the moment.

In the dream-memory, Master Chief worked closely with Cortana, stretching Nobody's maidenhead, working it with fingers and tongue until the loose little flap of flesh, already nearly worn away by the rigors of her hunter's lifestyle, was almost nonexistent. Memory and present reality merged and melded, then, as Cortana crawled up to be side-by-side with Nobody, even as Carmelita did the same, glowing blue booty and fluffy tail wiggling invitingly in the same location, giving Nobody her own cue to wiggle her rump in similar fashion, enticing the male animal behind her to make her his.

Nobody's scream of pleasure in the present lacked the slight twinge of pain it had possessed in the past as Sly's penis spread her open, and he sank himself into her clenching depths with slow precision, drawing out the motion as his hands stroked and caressed her smooth, muscular body, until they were gripping her taut buns, squeezing them firmly to give himself leverage as he worked his hips, slow and careful at first, but soon picking up speed as Nobody adjusted to his girth. That girth wasn't as great as Master Chief's, not by a very significant margin…but then, that had been years ago now, and yautja recovered quickly from any trauma to their bodies…even the pleasurable kind.

In the memories of the past, Master Chief rutted Nobody good and hard, making her breasts and bottom bounce with each impact of hips against upturned rump. Then, leaving her whimpering and feeling so empty, he'd pull out, then plunge into Cortana, giving her the same treatment, his pistoning shaft barely visible through her translucent blue body. A few thrusts into Cortana, and he'd pull out, only to fill Nobody right back up to the brim, making her claw the ground in the throes of her passion as his ceramic-plated hips slapped her muscled buns.

In the present, Sly did the same, alternative between the two beautiful babes in front of him, giving them each all of his attention when it was their turn to feel his shaft, then shifting to the other, his furry hips so much more pleasant against Nobody's presented rear than Master Chief's unyielding metal and ceramic plates. He paid more attention to her bottom than Master Chief, who'd tended to fondle her breasts more. And when her orgasm came, it was deep, and sweet, and soft, just like the beautiful raccoon's scent in her nostrils.

Ever since that experience on a barren world, Nobody had been on the run from her own kind. The loss of her heat's need had been evidence enough to start the questioning of the others, and she'd gone into hiding to escape their wrath before they fully realized what she'd done. She'd forsaken the traditional weapons of her people, too shamed by her dishonor to use them, relying instead on her bare hands. Similarly, she'd stopped taking trophies, for, once again, she lacked the honor to possess them. More than that, she'd learned to appreciate the other races of the galaxies, appreciate, and enjoy. Her sweet cries as Sly came inside of her, her inner muscles contracting in overwhelming spasms, were more than enough evidence, in her mind, that she'd made the right decision.

Looking down from above, Chessy smiled broadly as she watched Kaa curl his great, scaly bulk around the lovers. Mirage was there, too, a dark feline goddess cuddled against a by-the-book galactic cop, snuggled next to a galactic crook with principles, resting his head on the plush breasts of a hunter who wouldn't kill. Chessy's grin broadened a little bit more when she thought of how Nobody's juices, just like all yautja fluids, were even now transferring their effects to Carmelita and Sly, making changes in their bodies. After all, the yautja had long ago developed methods to alter their bodies, allowing them to live for generations of the shorter-lived races with ease. Those who tasted their bodily fluids could share in this limited immortality, at least to a lesser degree, as well as heightened physical abilities, especially the yautja capacity for swift healing and enhanced endurance. Abilities, Chessy knew, that had seen Master Chief through more than a few of his past encounters.

Still smiling, the Cheshire Catgirl let herself fade away, stripe by stripe, until she was completely gone from view. Leaving the lovers to their rest.

-

Rocket was breathing hard now, not surprising considering how far he'd been running through the seemingly endless corridors of Jabba's Palace. The place was a rat's nest of interconnected tunnels and twisty passages!

Almost right from the start, things had gone South in a handbasket, and though Rocket had gotten that sinking feeling, he'd kept it to himself, hoping his three companions hadn't noticed it. After all, if he said anything, maybe he'd be the one to jinx the mission. Maybe if his companions believed, it would override his gut feeling.

[64% chance of success – rolled natural 100]

He'd been wrong.

M'Ress and Renamon had been the ones to cue the team onto where to go. As a communications specialist, M'Ress knew more than a little bit about wiring, especially communications wiring, and she'd swiftly located the lines leading through the casino, hidden off in yet another side passage. Of course, the place had been guarded, but Rocket had dealt with the weequays on duty pretty quickly. Just stun rounds, though: they weren't as fun as some of his more lethal options, but they didn't make much noise, either.

“I've got a feed line here," M'Ress said, holding up a wire she'd snipped. “My communicator won't give a very big picture, I'm afraid, but it should give us something about what's going on in this place."

“Here," said Renamon, taking the wire from the catian's hand. “Let me."

Nonchalantly, Renamon slipped the wire beneath her tail, making M'Ress blink, and then blush furiously. Whatever Renamon had done, though, it worked: almost immediately, her eyes flashed to life, then began to project the top-secret feed of the inner workings of Jabba's Palace. Specifically, a scene right from the depths of Jabba's own lair, at the center of his labyrinthine casino.

There he was, the fat bag of blubber himself. The slimy crime boss reclined on a raised platform, a dais, but a lot less comfortable-looking, regarding a scene before him with an expression bordering between lust and boredom, making it clear that Jabba had seen scenes like this many times before, but that he also quite enjoyed them.

Behind the dais was what appeared, at first glance, to be a statue of a massive tiger, done in a strange black material. Quickly, however, Rocket recognized the material for what it was: carbonite. That “statue" was a living creature, frozen in place and turned into a twisted decoration for the sick bastard on the throne. In front of Jabba were two girls, humans both of them, one with deep tan skin, the other with epithelial folds at the corner's of her eyes, her skin quite pale and delicate-looking. Both of them had long, dark hair, thick and black, though the darker-skinned girl's was more wavy, while the second girl's was straight. Judging from the way the tan-skinned girl kept looking back at the carbonite-froze tiger, that was her friend back there, probably being used as leverage to keep her in line.

Gathered around Jabba in a semicircle were an assortment of the dregs of the galaxy. Rocket had some experience with those dregs, and he recognized more than a few trandoshans, rattataki, zabraks, barabel, and more. Batarians were there, too, and jiralhanae, as well as the bird-lizard kig-yar, reveling in their newfound freedom from the bindings of the Covenant…and only too eager to bind others into even more rigid pacts of slavery. A few demons, like those who'd been back at the Barn, these of the higher orders, Barons and Dukes of Hell, were also in attendance. Hmm, and what was this? It looked as though Scooby Doo had somehow engineered an invitation to this private party, as he was also in attendance, various slavegirls in tow, and two new girls now hanging on his arms, though both looked a little embarrassed. Of course, Rocket discounted the guard-beings, as they were generally expected to be scum in a place like this, though he couldn't help but notice that a few of the Dark Queen's pig cops had apparently made their way into quick employment with Jabba.

Rocket's eyes, however, were drawn to an imposing figure, towering over all but the most massive of the trandoshans or a rare few hulking gammoreans. The figure was armored, and wore an open-faced helmet; and what a face! The being was a primal creature, a relic from a bygone era, forgotten by time, but not by those who knew anything about him. It was General Scales, the tyrant of Dinosaur Planet.

Arms folded, Scales watched the viewscreen on the far end of the room, while standing next to Jabba's horizontal throne. He occasionally cast glances toward the two slavegirls on the floor in front of Jabba, and Rocket noted the irritation in those red eyes. A moment's thought brought the answer to that expression to Rocket: Scales had expected something from Jabba, but the Hutt wasn't sticking to the deal the big tyrannosaur had expected. Considering the looks at the two girls, they were probably part of said deal. Looking a little more closely, Rocket noticed a woman standing behind Scales, her eyes darting over the assembled crowd, taking them all in with keen intelligence. If those looks were anything to go by, this lady was dangerous on brains alone.

[http://starfox.wikia.com/wiki/General\_Scales

http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Crita]

The screen itself wasn't visible from the angle of the camera Renamon had tapped, and Rocket frowned in annoyance.

“Any way to see what they're interested in?" he asked, glancing between M'Ress and Renamon. M'Ress blushed even more hotly as she looked at Renamon, then looked down at where the wire was connected to the digimon fox. Renamon, on the other hand, just looked at M'Ress calmly, then gave a slight motion with her head, making it clear that she'd be fine with the caitian doing whatever she needed to in order to improve the picture.

Maybe it was M'Ress' embarrassment. Maybe it was because digimon bits were arranged differently than a typical electrical wiring system. Maybe there were hidden trips that couldn't be picked up without special equipment. Whatever the cause, Renamon's eyes suddenly flashed red, and she rapidly reached down to jerk the wire free of her body.

“They're onto us," she said, and M'Ress concurred with a nod as they both turned to Rocket for leadership. “A guard detail is already on the way."

Glancing at Matt, Rocket shrugged.

“Looks like we'd better run for cover, and lay low until the heat cools off," he said, adjusting the weapon in his hands. “You picking up any places where people aren't, Matt?"

The anubian had admitted his ability to detect the flow of life early on into the mission, helping the team avoid several near-misses with the guards. Now Matt nodded, and turned to the entryway of their little alcove. Before he could tap into the power of his life sight, a massive, scaled fist plowed into his chest, sending the jackalman flying across the room, to crash into the opposite wall.

“I knew I sensed spies," crowed a smaller, more humanlike dragonboy, who stood just behind the massive, muscular dragonman filling up the corridor. “You should have known better than to dare interfere with the schemes of the mighty Drago!"

[http://jackiechanadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Drago

http://jackiechanadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Shendu]

Renamon was already moving, and the hulking dragon had only a moment in which his eyes widened at the sight of Renamon's hands starting to glow, before she plowed into him, sending both dragons, large and small, flying back, a spray of energized diamond shards peppering their tough hides.

“Quick," said Renamon, looking toward Rocket and M'ress. “You need to get out of here. If we're all captured, we won't be able to…agh!"

“Typical super villain," remarked a woman with a slight green tint to her skin, which went well with her green-and-black skintight bodysuit. “Always taking all the credit, while I clean up the mess." She lifted her hand from Renamon's chest, which was still glowing greenly from the discharge it had sent into the gold-furred digimon's body, and turned to face Rocket and M'Ress. “Guess I'd better finish the job." She smirked at the pair. “Lucky for me I'm not paid by the hour."

That last quip, fortunately for Rocket, was just what he needed as he adjusted his weapon as M'Ress ducked behind him, and popped off a shot. He didn't dare use his full force blast, for fear of hurting Matt and Renamon. On the other hand, this girl was good, and it showed, so he didn't dare just use the stun shots he'd been using before. A wide-dispersal, low-intensity waver beam, however, was exactly what was needed, as he proved by saturating the room with spinning particles, making the green-tinted woman cry out in shock as she was knocked right off her feet.

[64% chance, best two out of three – rolled 48]

Naturally, Rocket and M'Ress didn't waste time sticking around.

“Split up!" he called to the caitian comm specialist as they hit a fork, and he went left while she went right. “Get back to the others, and tell them what we've found!"

Weaving left and right, ducking under the occasional hulking guard, popping stun bursts into groups that he couldn't dodge past, Rocket stuck to his guns, and hoped he was just going in the right direction: the way out.

[Third roll, 64% chance, best two out of three – rolled 68]

He wasn't.

Coming up short, Rocket heaved a low, slow sigh as he saw the hulking brutes standing in his way.

[http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/Jiralhanae]

“Yeah," Rocket grumbled to himself as he raised his weapon, knowing he didn't have enough time to adjust it to put out the power he'd need for these apes. “This just isn't my day."

Not far away – certainly not far enough for her comfort – M'Ress could hear the squeals of the gammoreans on her tail. She knew perfectly well what those green-skinned boars would do to her before they handed her over to Jabba, and she'd had quite enough of that sort of treatment from the kzin back at the Barn. All she had to do was be a little faster for just a little while longer…

“Erk!"

The arm that caught M'Ress was strong, and it brooked no argument as it jerked her into a side passage. M'Ress had the sense not to make any more noise, however, as the strong being held her tightly, ensuring she didn't go bolting off, while the gammoreans on her tail raced past, not seeing her or her apparent rescuer.

Looking up, M'Ress blinked as she saw that the one who'd saved her was a turian. Turians didn't have much congress with the rest of the galaxy, preferring to stick to places where they were the dominant species. They especially resented places where humans were common, or the savage, backwater worlds like War World, considering themselves above such barbaric places. Apparently this one was an exception, if he was this far from home.

“I think," said the turian, slowly and distinctly, “that if those gammoreans are chasing you, that we are probably on the same side."

[http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Garrus\_Vakarian]

*

Having grown up all her life in a world overrun by technology gone bad, it was a very strange experience for princess Sally Alicia Acorn to discover herself on a world, or at least a section of a world, where technology was painfully scarce. Her personal AI, Nicole, stayed tucked into one blue boot, while Sally made her way through the most obvious escape route available: the ventilation system.

An old castle like Castlevania wasn't the sort of place one expected to have a ventilation system, but that was only because most people didn't know how complex such places could be. Having started life in a castle, however, Sally knew that castles, especially the big ones, had all sorts of nooks and crannies, secret passages, and yes, even ventilation shafts. Of course, these shafts tended to be small, hardly noticeable, and not much use for anyone who wasn't very small indeed. Fortunately for Sally, however, she was quite small, only half the height of a normal human, though typical for a Mobian.

Had there been anyone around to enjoy the view from behind, they would have had quite a treat, as the teenage ground squirrel kept her stubby tail almost constantly raised, above a bottom that was small and firm and so obviously squeezable. Fortunately for Sally, like most Mobians, she kept her creamy underbelly fur combed properly, so as not to make any of her nether parts obvious, and did the same for her smallish breasts. That might have proved too much, even for a hypothetical viewer.

Sally Acorn had been one of many of the aristocratic leaders of numerous worlds, all on their way to a universal concordance, a conference that was intended to decide universe-wide policies that would impact known space for a generation or more. Some of the aristocrats, Sally knew, were there as figureheads only, their decisions made for them by bureaucracies and other governments back at home. She, however, was a princess of the blood, and eventually would be queen, and she'd already taken on most of the roles of leadership on her world. After her leadership of the Freedom Fighters during the troubles on her world back when she was very young, she'd more than proved her ability to lead others.

Leadership, fortunately, wasn't the only skill Sally Acorn had learned as a leader of Freedom Fighters. She'd also learned how to hide and sneak around very, very well. This was how, when the others with her had been taken with their ship, Sally had managed to slip away into one of the many air shafts around the castle, rather than end up taken up to the master of the castle. Whoever he was, the redheaded ground squirrel knew she didn't want to meet him, just from the way his minions talked about him.

Speaking of minions…Sally came to an opening in the air shaft, and carefully tugged the tapestry covering it aside, to better see who it was beyond, and hear what they had to say.

“So liberating, wouldn't you agree?" a woman with braided, platinum blonde hair, snow-pale skin, and scandalous black leather garb was saying to another blonde girl, this one quite a bit younger. “Why didn't I give myself to the wicked side of myself sooner?"

“I guess," said the other woman, younger than the first, more of a girl, actually, maybe even younger than Sally herself. But unlike the woman in black, this other girl bore a sword and a shield, even though her clothes were otherwise of elegant and even scanty make. “I…I really don't know why I'm here. I'm not even sure where here is…or when."

“You're here," came a brassy, yet still feminine voice, and Sally instinctively knew to pull back, out of sight, only barely catching sight of a tall-peaked red hat and the neck of an electric guitar before she let the tapestry fall into place, “because you're needed. I have a very special mission for you, my dear. Now, let me explain it to you once more…"

Already, Sally was crawling away, not wanting to risk anything with that woman in red. She hadn't gone more than a matter of yards, however, before she heard the hiss and crack! of supple wood against equally supple flesh, followed by two high-pitched screams, which was subsequently followed by another swish-crack!, but this time, though Sally was sure she'd heard two impacts, she only heard one cry.

“Make this easy on us both, sister," came a firm, young voice, soft and feminine. “Accept the darkness, as I have. Join us. Why should you suffer such pain, dear Kasumi? Why, when you can have such pleasure instead…both you, and our friends."

These words were followed by the girlish giggle of someone else, mocking and sweet.

“Oh silly Ayane," came the other voice. “You're so eager to gather more ninjas to serve the boss upstairs. Me, I'm just interested in making these big-breasted sluts squeal! Mmm…especially the crippled one."

Swish! CRACK!

This time Sally could hear a soft, feminine grunt, but only just barely.

“See? She's going to be so much fun to break in!"

Peeking out from behind another tapestry, Sally saw that she was inside a fairly large tower chamber. The chamber looked much like a common bedroom, despite its size, save for what Sally saw, blushingly, at its center. There, a girl stood on either side of a long wooden pillory. One of the girls had purple hair, and dressed in the garb of a female ninja. The other, however, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood, right out of the storybooks, complete with a basket in one hand…and a large wooden paddle in the other. The other girl, with purple hair, was holding a riding crop instead, and judging from what Sally could see, she'd been using it well.

Locked into the pillory, Sally found herself presented with four smooth, shapely, callipygian bottoms, forced outward on obvious display by their present positioning. Beyond their hind ends, Sally could see the full breasts of the four women dangling freely, like plump, ripe, juicy fruit. Each of the four naked prisoners had obvious red marks on their rumps, where their two captors had been using their weapons of choice, and each seemed to be handling the torment in a different fashion.

The one on the far right, closest to the purple-haired girl, had beautiful, long red-brown hair, a soft, light auburn color, and the most delicate complexion of the four, her skin almost the color of fresh cream, much like the purple-haired one who'd called her “sister." It seemed such a shame to Sally to mar such perfect skin. The prisoner next to her had the longest legs of the four, as well as long, curly blonde hair, and skin with the light tan of one who spends ample time out in the sun. Where the first girl seemed sorrowful, as though she were hurting more for her sister's actions than for the pain they caused, the blonde was openly defiant, glaring up at her two captors, but with an underlying weakness that made it pretty obvious she'd be the first to crack. After the blonde, was a woman Sally…well, she had trouble looking at her. Not because she was unattractive. Actually, it was the opposite problem: she was so good-looking, it actually caused the young Mobian girl pain to see her. She had the largest breasts of the four prisoners, certainly, but that wasn't what made her attractive. There was something about the chestnut-haired beauty, something that just reached out and grabbed your heart…and places lower as well.

It was the one on the far end, closest to the girl dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, that stood out the most to Sally. The woman, while as attractive as her fellow prisoners in many respects, was unlike them in one significant way: she was marred, badly. One arm was gone, right up to slightly above the elbow, and in its place was a metal cap, with a ring bolt where something had once been attached, but was now gone. One eye was missing, a deep slash over it making its absence obvious, even though the pink-haired woman kept that eye shut tight. Finally, besides the tattoos of various symbols covering her skin, her skin was a crisscross of scars and old wounds that had only partially healed. Looking at her unclothed body felt like a sacrilegious act to Sally Acorn, and she turned away quickly, not wanting to defile the maimed woman anymore with her intruding eyes.

[http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Kasumi

http://streetfighter.wikia.com/wiki/Maki

http://snk.wikia.com/wiki/Mai\_Shiranui

http://guilty-gear.wikia.com/wiki/Baiken]

It was then that Sally looked to the side, down another of the air shafts. There, crawling forward slightly, she saw a chestnut-haired woman standing, looking between two dummies. On one dummy was a bright gold-yellow dress. On the other was a black bustier with matching panties and long black boots. The woman herself was naked, and kept shifting her gaze between the two costumes, her eyes glazed, as though in a dream. Nearby, strapped tightly to an X-shaped frame of sturdy metal, was a massive, shaggy beast, his horned head lionlike, his blue eyes wide with a mixture of fear for himself, and concern for the young woman making the choice of clothes. A thick leather ballgag was in his mouth, keeping him from influencing the young woman either way.

For a moment, Sally hesitated. And then, finally, she slipped out of the duct, and dropped lightly to the floor behind the chestnut-haired woman.

“What are you deciding?" she asked.

“In which direction to take our love," answered the woman, her voice sounding far away, as though she weren't completely conscious. “I do love my Beast, dearly. That's why he's still a Beast, you see, and not a handsome prince. He was. A prince, I mean. Until he came here, to this awful…wonderful place. Then he changed back. He did…terrible things to me, before he realized it. Wonderful things, too. I hated them. I loved them. Now I want to return the favor. With interest."

“Is that what he wants?" asked Sally next, and this time the beautiful young woman blinked, slight furrows forming in her smooth brow. “I mean, does the one you love want you to do these things to him?"

“I…I don't know," the young human woman admitted. “I didn't think to ask…but he didn't ask, not when he held me down, when he shredded my clothes, when he made me…"

“But you can be better, can't you?" Sally persisted. “Some of what he did hurt, didn't it?"

“Yes…" the woman answered dreamily.

“But not all."

“No, not all."

“Why not ask him?" continued Sally. “Then you'll know for sure."

“Beast," the young woman began, walking to Beast, then cupping his broad chin, looking into his soulful blue eyes. “You did terrible things to me, Beast. I know you said you were sorry, but truly, do you think sorry is enough?"

The blue eyes fell, and Beast shook his head. The woman's face was stern at first, but then, suddenly, it softened, and she bent, kissing his forehead.

“I forgive you, Beast," she whispered softly. “I didn't give you my permission…but I loved it. All of it. That's why I fell in love with you as a beast. Now, we can discuss matters more properly." And Sally saw the woman's eyes snap into focus, heard her voice become more firm, more focused. “I've read about things called 'safewords.' I really think we ought to start with those…"

Deciding her work was done, Sally hopped up to grab hold of the lip of the vent, not noticing the way Beast eyed her lovely brown-furred bum as she wriggled her way back into the shaft. Entering the stonework once more, her ears suddenly twitched, and she heard the sounds of fierce battle outside. Very fierce! Hurrying forward, then peering out from behind a tapestry, Sally gasped as she saw a massive humanoid dragon with black scales and gleaming metal lunge across the corridor, only to impact powerfully with an almost equally massive four-armed woman, her skin mottled and greenish-yellow. Both combatants' muscles strained as they pitted might against might, each proving the equal of the other.

[http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Sheeva]

All around, the corridor was in chaos, as doors and columns were smashed, furniture shattered, and statues destroyed. And that was just the scenery! The combatants themselves were locked in scenes of terrible savagery, the likes of which Sally had never seen, not even during the Doomsday Project that had nearly denuded her world of all life!

A woman with green hair only narrowly ducked as the woman with the red had swung her guitar, which crashed through the stone of a nearby column as though it were soft butter. Working together, a feral wolf being ridden by a tiny grey impgirl ripped its way through a host of hideous, crow-like creatures that oozed along the ground, eager to lunge up with a terrifying squawk to attempt to rend the attackers to shreds. If not for the speed and savagery of the wolf and his rider, they might surely have fallen to their foes.

[http://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/Carrion+Crow]

Further down the hall, a woman dressed like a jester laughed madly as she swung a massive bladed wheel like a hula-hoop, only to have it clatter with a host of sparks against the combined efforts of two young lions, each wearing a set of flashing metal gauntlets, shining with strange elemental forces. Sally could see, though, that they wouldn't last long, not as fast and deadly as the green-haired girl was.

The pair Sally had seen torturing the girls in the separate room came out, and the purple-haired one began tossing darts with blossoms on their bases, even as the girl dressed like Little Red Riding Hood whipped a submachine gun from her basket and started giggling as she opened fire, bullets tearing into a bare-chested werewolf with flashing red eyes, sending him reeling back. From behind the fallen werewolf, however, came a flash of blue, white, and grey, and another werewolf, this one wearing a purple gi bottom with a nunchaku stuffed in the belt, sprang forward. A swift kick, and the blonde girl's gun went flying, followed by a swifter punch to her solar plexus sent her to the ground, unconscious. By this time, the other werewolf was up, and together, the pair dodged or toughed their way through the thrown darts of the purple-haired ninja, before pouncing on her together, while the girl gave a final high-pitched squeal of fright, before she went down under the onslaught of furry assailants.

“Daughter!"

Sally's blue eyes turned, and she saw a tight knot of fighters battling their way across the corridor, normal-seeming humans as well as humanoid foxes and cats and lions doing battle with goats and hideous things that were almost wolves, but not, as well as suits of seemingly empty but animate armor, and dead humans that somehow kept on walking.

[http://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/Beast-possessed+Soul+%28Mob%29

http://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/Wolf+Beast]

In the middle of this maelstrom of weapons, natural and artificial, and creatures hideous and enticing, Sally saw a voluptuous blonde woman standing opposite the young blonde she'd seen before. The younger woman was looking at her mother in confusion, as though almost remembering her face, but not quite.

[http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Pyrrha]

“Kill her, Pyrrha!" screeched the guitar-swinging witch, this time nearly taking out the green-haired woman's legs, if she hadn't hopped back nimbly. “Kill her before she corrupts you with lies!"

“Sister!" called out another young blonde woman to the voluptuous one, but she was cut off from coming to her sister's aid by a pair of foes, a samurai woman with hair as black as her clothes, and a dusky-skinned girl with fuchsia hair, the first wielding a pair of samurai swords, the second armed with a straight broadsword and a sharp cutting claw gauntlet.

“Kill her!" screamed the red witch once more, and this time the blonde girl started forward, her movements almost like those of a marionette on a string. Despite their jerky qualities, however, her attack was vicious, brutal, and all-too-effective, as she hammered against the tall blonde woman's shield again and again, pressing forward with her might.

The fight might have gone badly indeed, as the blonde woman seemed unable to attack, but only to defend, while her younger counterpart seemed to have no such compunctions. However, just as things seemed at their bleakest, a pleasantly plump, white-furred goat woman with tiny, protruding fangs stepped forward. All around her, the battle parted, none of the monsters seeming to want to have anything to do with the goat matron in the blue tunic. Soon she reached the girl struggling desperately to strike down her mother, and extended a hand.

“Sleep, child," she said, softly, sweetly, gently. And with that single word, the girl closed her eyes, and slumped forward into the arms of her mother.

Turning her attention once more to the green-tinted jester girl with the whirling ring, Sally screwed up her courage…and leapt out into the melee. Fast from long years spent running and hiding, Sally was also shorter than the others the wicked jester was fighting, and the ring whirled right over her head. The woman looked down, mouth agape in startlement, before she cried out “oof!" as Sally landed a hard kick right to the middle of her center of gravity, just a little above her pubis. That was all the distraction the lions needed, as they leapt forward, over the top of the spinning ring, and seized tight hold of the mad jester, bearing her to the floor.

“No!" shrieked the mad woman in a moment of perfect sanity. “Don't stop the spin! NOOOOO!"

Then, as the wide ring clattered to the floor, a maelstrom of light and sound flashed across the corridor, and instantly, the wicked jester was snatched up, and torn into realms unknown and unknowable. Not dead, but certainly far, far away.

Sally grunted as she felt herself being lifted from the ground, and saw the lions being lifted as well, all three of them only managing to save themselves by grabbing hold of the carpet. But then a pair of strong arms wrapped around Sally, and a huge, muscular lionman and more slender, white-furred she-wolf with strange red markings plowed their way through the planar winds, and then out again, taking Sally and the two lions with them.

[75% chance of success, three successes or failures – rolled 55, 89, 37, 92, and, finally…49 – success!]

Seeing the green jester vanished, and her troops falling all around, the red witch snarled in fury, then swung her guitar in a wide arc, driving back all comers. This was all the room she needed to lash a furious riff across its strings, then toss down her hat, and step into the hole left behind by its seemingly endless inner spaces, vanishing from view, and the hat too. Seeing her foe fled, the green-haired woman stepped forward, tall and proud, and gestured commandingly toward those stragglers still left.

“Take them alive," she commanded with a wicked smile that made Sally Acorn shudder. She was very glad right then that she wasn't one of those about to be taken prisoner.

[Defeated:

http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Tira

Prisoners:

http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Pyrrha

http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Ayane

http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Sheeva

http://darkstalkers.wikia.com/wiki/Baby\_Bonnie\_Hood

http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Luna

http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Shura]

Choices

*Next Scene

Which would you like to see?

1) Zeke's escape, Stallion's pursuit

2) Naughty times back at the Pyramid Hotel

3) The Villain Scene

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

5) The fate of the captives in Jabba's Palace

6) Erotic scenes in Castlevania

7) What we learn from the Fulgore unit

Please select only one.

*Casino City

Who shall get our focus?

1) Scooby Doo and his girls

(72% chance of success, best 2 of 3 rolls)

2) Leatherhead and the Baroness

3) Zeno and the local slavegirls

4) Flamedramon and Wargreymon's digital investigations

(58% chance of success, best 2 of 3 rolls)

5) The fate of the captives

(Please only vote for this option once, either here, or above)

*Castlevania

1) Face us, Dracula!

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

2) Gigginox attack!

(This is the random element, as everything goes a little wild and unpredictable)

3) Zerg rush!

(Another random element)

4) Erotic scenes in Castlevania

(Please only vote for this option once, here or above)

5) The Third Option

(Make a suggestion)

Feel free to make suggestions for what you'd like to see in various scenes you vote for, unless you'd prefer that I surprise you.