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Entry 39

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Superstation

1) Cleanse Swift Wind. Thoroughly. – 3

(72% chance, 2 successes or 4 failures – he’s pretty outnumbered…save for Evil-Lynn)

2) The Hordeswomen and Hordesmen join up and assault our heroes – 2

(57% chance of success, 3 successes or failures)

3) The Space Pirates Arrive – 4 – just barely

(An all-Villains scene, Nova Terra and Widowmaker’s fates included)

Immediate Character Additions

The Metallikats (http://swatkats.wikia.com/wiki/The\_Metallikats) – 3

Sylvia (http://wanderoveryonder.wikia.com/wiki/Sylvia) – 3

*Desert City

a) Rescue mission! – 2

(65% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures – one member of the team will be caught on any failures)

b) The Pokemon Trade – Scooby Doo and Brain team up with Flamedramon and Wargreymon to investigate the pokemon breeding racket – 6 – what are they up to?

(65% chance of success, 3 successes or failures)

c) 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 Casnio – a 20’s-style speakeasy – 0

(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.)

-The Last Stop – a devil of a good time – 2

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

-The Percheron – all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot – 0

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

-Treasure Island – pirate-themed, and pirate-attended – 0

Immediate Party Additions:

Black Orchid (http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/B.Orchid) – 3

Guilmon (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Guilmon) – 4

Henry Wong (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Henry\_Wong) – 2

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

Rouge the Bat (http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Rouge\_the\_Bat) – 3

Takato Matsuki (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Takato\_Matsuki) – 4

Terriermon (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Terriermon) – 2

*Castlevania

A) Alphys, Doggo, and Undyne get seduced – 0

B) Spidergasm – 1

(75% chance of success, 3 successes or failures)

C) Meeting Aeon Calcos, Castlevania and Jungle tour guide – 0

(65% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

D) Kim Possible, Katt, and Kogenta meet Draco – 1

(60% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

E) Exploring the Jungles of Rage – 1

(40% chance of success, rolled once, each, for whatever characters are there)

F) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs – 3

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

G) The Ship: First time for the Cutie Mark Crusaders/Apple Family Reunion – 4 – winnah!

Both Sally Acorn and Amy Sorel will also appear at the one chosen, except the Jungle. They will add a 5% chance of success to wherever they appear.

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

*Character cleanup starts – ongoing

Aava, The King’s Pet (http://darksouls.wikia.com/wiki/Aava,\_the\_King's\_Pet) – 3

Adventures of T-Rex characters (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The\_Adventures\_of\_T-Rex) – 2

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

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

Cassie Cage (http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Cassie\_Cage) – 3

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

Duke, Captain N’s Dog – 1

Easter Bunny (male or female?) – 1

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

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

Gajeel Redfox (http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Gajeel\_Redfox) – 5 – will come in

Gilgamesh (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gilgamesh) – 2

Golbez (Final Fantasy IV) – 5 – at least for a cameo

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

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

Guin (http://www.mangahere.co/manga/guin\_saga/) – 4

Hepzibah (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hepzibah\_(comics)) – 4

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

Lamashtu (http://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Lamashtu - a villainess) – 1

Leroy (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The\_Catillac\_Cats#Leroy) – 1

Priscilla (http://darksouls.wikia.com/wiki/Crossbreed\_Priscilla) – 4

Pumyra (http://thundercats.wikia.com/wiki/Pumyra) – 4

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

The Rescuers (Bianca and Bernard) – 1

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

Sif, The Great Grey Wolf (http://darksouls.wikidot.com/sif-the-great-grey-wolf - also https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkyi8aLgq\_k) – 4

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

Thirty/Thirty (http://bravestarr.wikia.com/wiki/Thirty/Thirty) – 3

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

Winston (http://overwatch.gamepedia.com/Winston) – 4

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

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

The Next Villain Scene (10 votes to take place) – 0

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

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

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

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

Kim Possible gets in touch with family & friends – 3

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

Chun Li/Judy Hopps (Nick Wilde also suggested) – 6

Future version of Brooklyn and his family – 7 – Katana and Nashville are go

Vitani/Shenzi – 3

Vitani/Kiara – 3

Fluttershy/Toriel – 1

Battle for control of Alduin – 3

Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania – 1

Advance pregnancies (baby bumps all around) – 3

Matt the anubian/Ron Stoppable – 1

Toriel/Asriel/Tails – 1

Sif/Wolf Link/Midna – 1

Widowmaker teams with Nova One to escape (they will leave the Chopping Block) – 1

Brooklyn/Firebrand – 1

Author Notes

Another shout-out to a naughty comic I found recently: http://www.feretta.net/ - A Tale of Tails. So far, I’m enjoying it quite a lot.

Also, since I can’t resist sharing two when only one just won’t do: http://renandjay.smackjeeves.com/comics/711574/egotisms-a-beautiful-thing/ - Ren and Jay. The art’s only so-so, but it amuses me all the same.

UFC Entry 39

Sleek and silent, the dark ship slid smoothly into the docking bay of the Superstation. Glancing out a viewscreen, Ridley idly noted the women on the outer surface, even then making their way back into the station’s interior. He supposed they were simply henchwomen who’d failed in their tasks, and needed to be disciplined for that failure. Ridley enjoyed disciplining his minions, or anybody’s minions if he was given the opportunity. He’d always shown quite the aptitude for it.

Right then, Ridley was slowly plowing a krogan female’s snug slit from the rear. His thick, ridged, purple dragoncock was something quite alien to most other creatures, twisted and sculpted in ways that weren’t seen on many creatures, or at least not in that exact configuration. A dragon’s cock, as any dragon would happily tell you, was designed to give pleasure, no matter what your species. A dragon’s seminal fluid, whether pre- or present, was also designed to give pleasure, and in sufficient quantities, and with sufficient exposure, could even prove to be addictive.

The she-krogan had annoyed Ridley earlier that day with something trivial. He’d actually forgotten exactly what, and supposed that she had as well. Mostly, it had been an excuse for him to punish her. Being a krogan, of course, the female had simply accepted his command that she accept disciplining as part of her warrior’s code, and had accompanied him to his quarters, then undressed and bent over at his command. She’d probably been expecting forty lashes or something similarly humiliating. What she’d gotten was a dragon’s tongue lashing her bared pussy.

Normally, krogan tend to be highly stoic, and their resistance to pain also carries over to their resistance to pleasure. Even after the genophage that had ravished their reproductive abilities had been cured, krogans were still hard to affect with sensations. What this she-krogan hadn’t counted on, however, was dragonspit, an aphrodisiac second only to a dragon’s cum in potency. A few licks, delving nice and deep into her tense, heavily-muscled slit, and the look of confusion she’d had at not receiving the expected pain of punishment turned to a look of shocked astonishment as a flood of unexpected and utterly unfamiliar pleasure began to course through her body.

Knowing that they’d be docking soon, Ridly started to speed up his thrusting, making the she-krogan moan loudly. After the first orgasm, she’d been his wiling slave for all practical purposes. Krogan sex is typically a joyless affair, sometimes leading the more passionate males to seek their pleasures among other species, but now that Ridley had awakened this female to the potential pleasure of mating, he knew she’d soon learn to enjoy sex in all its many forms, with anyone she could get her pussy around. He’d already plundered her mouth, squirting a load of cum down her greedy throat, and he’d thoroughly tamed her anal slit. Now, with a loud metallic-sounding shriek, he seeded her tight-clasped quim, strong hands jerking her rump flush with his hips as he did so. Of course Ridley wasn’t wearing a condom – he could hardly care less if he’d just knocked up another female of the thousands he’d rutted over the centuries, willing and unwilling – and he made sure to grind his hips against her tensing rump, working out every last drop of thick dragonsperm. As a side-effect, this also dragged out the she-krogan’s orgasm just that much longer, and when Ridley finally jerked his cock free, she slumped forward, utterly spent, utterly limp.

Briefly stroking the unconscious female’s rump, not out of affection, but because he was considering branding her and selling her off to a galactic brothel, Ridley let his mind wander briefly as he felt the shudder of the docking struts contacting the inner station bay. He was a free spirit by nature, of course, and not one to take orders. Even when he’d been working with Mother Brain, he’d been in charge of the Space Pirates. Actually, Samus Aran killing Mother Brain was probably the best thing that happened to Ridley – if that relationship had continued, he could easily have ended up in a commitment he didn’t want to keep, with the nightmare of all bad girlfriends.

[http://bobandgeorge.com/comics/metroid is how I view Ridley’s relationship with Mother Brain…among other things Metroid]

So why was he right in the middle of another relationship, even if it was with a group instead of an individual? This Council of Evil nonsense smacked of conformity and bottom lines, and Ridley didn’t like to abide by rules, at least not ones he didn’t make himself, and those only because he could then break them whenever he felt like it. Of course, the answer was a simple one, for Ridley was, ultimately, a simple creature: the Hunter.

Well, that’s what the Space Pirates called her, anyway. Ridley knew she was Samus Aran, most deadly bounty hunter on the right side of the law, or the wrong side from his perspective. Fast, smart, strong, and armed with a lethal portable arsenal in that suit of hers that the best Space Pirate researchers had never been able to come close to cracking. He also knew she was a she, and a very beautiful one at that. Oh, Ridley had enjoyed the company, willing or otherwise, or plenty of beauties even hotter than Samus, of course, but there was something special about her that he’d always appreciated, even when she was shooting at him. Especially when she was shooting at him! There were some women who just looked better when they were trying to kill you.

Ridley had, in point of fact, sunk his penis in Samus. Once. He’d blindsided her back before she started her second assault on Zebes, the one where she’d finished off Mother Brain for good. She’d just dropped off the baby metroid she’d found, the one that adopted her, and she’d also dropped off most of her weapons systems for analysis by the science officers on board the station where she’d taken the metroid. Ridley’s Space Pirates had wreaked serious mayhem on board the rest of the ship, while Ridley himself waited for her to show up to get the metroid. A swipe of his tail, and he’d left her almost helpless, easy prey for his talons. Instead of killing her, though, he’d peeled off her armor, and taken the greatest delight in tasting her, licking her to an intense forced orgasm. Unfortunately, the sex that had followed was far too short, for Ridley had been on a tight schedule, what with a time bomb being set and all. He also hadn’t gotten away with it, either, as Samus had shown up at Zebes later, and blasted him pretty thoroughly to pieces. If it wasn’t for Space Pirate advanced cloning techniques, he’d have been a goner for sure. And they hadn’t been able to properly restore the part of his memory that had the bits where he’d stuck his penis in that blonde bounty hunter!

Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten the cloning experts before they could figure out what went wrong. Ah well, water under the bridge.

So Ridley served, because he expected Samus Aran to be delivered to him, as his personal slave and plaything. He didn’t know if he’d get bored of her eventually. Perhaps. After all, he was a dragon, and dragons, especially space dragons, live a very long time indeed. Still, two or three centuries of good, hard use out of Samus would more than make up for a year or two of servitude to this banal Council of Evil. Yes, a payment like that would be worth the ransom of many galaxies to Ridley.

Leaving the she-krogan where she’d passed out, his cum still dribbling down her inner thighs (and not branding her for future sale, something he just knew he’d regret later), Ridley stalked forward, down the central walkway of the Space Pirate ship, the merest glance of his gleaming yellow eyes enough to ensure nobody got in his way. The drak who’d joined up with his crew had learned their lesson after just one head-biting (and more’s the pity – Ridley had decided drak heads were rather tasty), and of course the Space Pirates knew better, from long years of experience and cloned racial memories. The batarians, while not terribly bright, had taken the hint from the drak fatality, though Ridley still had to crack the whip (and a few necks) with the vorcha and the yahg on board every so often. Vorcha, as far as Ridley could tell, just liked fighting too much, though he guessed that their regenerative abilities made that aggression make some degree of sense. Still wasn’t enough to handle dragonfire, of course, but vorcha were pretty easy to clone into replacements, so no big loss. Yahg, meanwhile…well, they were just big, dumb, and mean. Still, they respected Ridley, and he hadn’t even had to kill any of them to earn it, just tear off the arms and legs of their former pack leader. Actually, Ridley guessed he probably could have stopped at just beating the former pack leader senseless, but seriously, why take chances?

Now the chimera…yeah, no. Those Ridley left in their sleeper tubes. He’d thaw them out when he needed them. Chimera were made for supplanting whatever species they were set against, killing the soldiers and breeding or corrupting the civilians. Which meant they were the ultimate weapon planetside…and absolute chaos on board a ship. Still, the vipers that acted as their keepers were very easy on the eyes. Easy to get into bed, too, as Ridley had quickly discovered. From some other reports he’d heard, some of his other crew had ended up in the sack with vipers as well, but then they’d ended up in the viper afterward. Turned out the ladysnakes ate their prey whole, and often alive. Not a problem for Ridley, of course, who was simply too dangerous for that sort of nonsense, but he’d had to occasionally run out a few more vats of Space Pirates to keep the horny bugs from getting themselves eaten into extinction. Why Space Pirates had such a fetish for sticking their phalli into different species, Ridley had never been able to fathom, especially since they didn’t seem to have traditional sexes as the space dragon understood them, their ability to sexually reproduce having long ago atrophied due to their extensive use of cloning facilities. Ah well, he guessed he could relate to the need for sex, even if the bugs were as dumb as a sack of hammers.

[Batarians (http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Batarian)

Chimeras (http://resistance.wikia.com/wiki/Chimera)

The Drak (http://dukenukem.wikia.com/wiki/Drak)

Ridley (http://metroid.wikia.com/wiki/Ridley)

Space Pirates (http://metroid.wikia.com/wiki/Space\_Pirate)

Vipers (from X-Com, http://xcom.wikia.com/wiki/Viper\_(XCOM\_2) and http://azakachi-rd-17.deviantart.com/art/XCOM-2-Melee-Combat-537317887)

Vorcha (http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Vorcha)

Yahg (http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Yahg)]

Speaking of sticking one’s phallus into other species…hmm…very nice! The very first thing that met Ridley’s eyes as the gantry of his ship swung down was the sight of a smoking hot human babe in a skintight catsuit. Like, literally a catsuit! These humans were even more perverted than he was! Not that Ridley minded one bit, of course. Over the catwoman’s shoulder was slung, from Ridley’s perspective, a nice, tight human twat and extra snug anus, framed with a few reddish curls of pubic fuzz. Oh, sure, there were some other bits attached, but trivialities like that seldom interested Ridley. The two blonde bombshell catgirls (and these, he noted, were real catgirls, complete with ears and tails) flanking the woman in the catsuit had a pair of attractive human women at their feet, one a blonde, the other with black hair and smooth blue skin…mmm, nice!

It was the sight of the kneeling women, prisoners of war, that finally jogged Ridley’s selective memory before he set about giving all six of the females before him a good rumpy-pumpy. Oh yeah, Catwoman and the Puma Sisters. They were his allies…he guessed. And that girl on Catwoman’s shoulder must be Batgirl. Grr, not fair that a fine piece of tail like that should go to a coyote, but Ridley had to admit: Wile E. did earn his keep, by and large. All right, since he’d invented those rayguns that made supers weak and easy to beat up, Ridley decided he’d allow the pussies to pass.

“Hey Ridley,” said Catwoman, sashaying forward with that confident step that made Ridley ache all over. Yeah, it wasn’t just her costume that was a cat – she had the strut down too. And the way she lightly stroked those clawed fingertips over his chest…rrr… “Good to see you again.”

“Heard you’ve got problems with do-gooders,” growled Ridley, doing his best not to let his voice go husky with too much lust. Lust, of course, was the natural state of a space dragon, but he remembered now: he kind of liked Catwoman; she was a filthy whore after his own heart.

“And you’re the cavalry come to save us,” purred Catwoman in a tone so sultry, it made the Puma Sisters stare, slack-jawed. Yeah, that’s right you tawny hussies: watch and learn. “My hero.”

“You’re gonna burn yourself one of these days, kitty,” Ridley teased lightly, taking both of Catwoman’s wrists in one of his large hands.

“But it’ll burn so good when it happens,” she replied, not trying to free herself, but instead wriggling her body against his, grinding that smooth tush of hers up and down his belly scutes. Finally, Ridley admitted he’d either have to push things further, or back off and get to business, so he released Catwoman’s wrists.

“Who’re these two?” he asked, looking the kneeling pair over. “Mmm, nice!”

And they were nice. They were both dressed in skintight combat dress, or what Ridley figured passed for battle dress among the sniper and stealth choir of the military. Samus wore a suit like that under her armor, and the thought of that skintight blue outfit was enough to instantly make some of Ridley’s purple penis poke free of its slit. Their figures weren’t that far off from Samus’ either, shapely, muscled, with a really fine rack. Not too big, not too small, just the right size to get attention, and to make a nice mouthful for sucking on.

“The blonde is Nova Terra,” explained Catwoman, sashaying past Ridley, heading toward her own sleek black ship, parked near the exit. “She’s a prisoner, and needs to be interrogated. Your way. The black-haired beauty with the blue skin is Widowmaker. They say she can’t feel much, and that’s why her skin is blue. She was supposed to take down Nova Terra and Batgirl, but she failed, lost her partner in the process, and me and the Puma Sisters had to do it for her. She needs to be punished.” She flung a seductive smile over her shoulder. “Again, your way. Come on, girls. Wile E.’s waiting.”

Grinning at Ridley as they passed, each giving his swiftly-stiffening erection more than a once-over, the two catgirls hurried past, tittering to each other as they went. Heh, come back here and say that, you saucy wenches, Ridley thought to himself, grinning toothily at their retreating rumps. Yeah, those tails really did make their butts look cuter, and they were pretty hot to start.

Ah, but to business…or was it pleasure? Ridley lost track sometimes.

“You,” he growled, glancing to the side as a Space Pirate approached, one of the white ones, the ones that usually ran operations. “Get everyone set up in the central control station, with Clockwerk. Everyone except the chimeras. Tell the vipers to set them to go hunting for,” he looked around, then grinned, pointing to a nearby security monitor, “them.”

On the monitor, several handsome male animal-people, dogs and a horse, were making their way with several human hotties – tarts, really – toward the part of the station sectioned off for Swift Wind’s use. Ridley always figured the rainbow-winged unicorn-pegasus was kind of fruity, but he hadn’t objected when he’d joined their side. After all, Ridley might have gotten a piece of his tail, and he’d had to admit: it was a pretty sweet piece of equine tail. As long as it wasn’t his tail getting tapped, Ridley was pretty open to banging just about anybody at least once. Just a pity those chimera would be raping those teens until they were pregnant, and killing the males if they resisted…or maybe even if they didn’t, but some sacrifices had to be made.

“Yes sir,” the administrator immediately responded (his speed perhaps the only thing that kept Ridley from biting his head off, just for fun). “And what will you be doing?”

“I will be,” growled Ridley, stalking toward the two women left kneeling at the bottom of the metal gangplank, “busy.”

-

“EEEEEEIIIIAAAH!” wailed Widowmaker, her legs kicking on either side of Ridley’s long, pointed muzzle, his tongue spearing its way into her juicy blue folds. He’d half-hoped she’d taste like blueberries, or something similar, but no, she tasted like most human women, though with a few more chemicals in her than some. Of course he’d peeled her suit to the sides: how could he have done otherwise, with that big slit right between her breasts. It was just too obvious for him not to have done so! After he’d peeled the top to the sides, it was really easy to just stroke her costume right down her body, baring every last handspan of sweet flawless blue skin to his eager yellow eyes.

Widowmaker had been so confident, even in bondage, so certain that Ridley would make her feel as much as any other man she’d bedded. Ridley knew some of the lesser details of her case, enough to know that she wasn’t supposed to feel much of anything, as part of the process that turned her into the perfect assassin. As soon as he’d forced the French girl into a suitably French kiss, though, plundering her tonsils with his long tongue, she’d been absolutely astonished to discover her body responding almost immediately. After all, she wasn’t much more resistant to stimuli than a krogan girl (and where had that she-krogan gotten to? Ah well, not his problem now), and she had a lot more fun spots to play with, as her proud, outthrust breasts made painfully obvious. As soon as he’d curled his tongue around her breasts, one at a time, then slowly centered his licking to her rigidly-erect nipples, he’d had her moaning, completely against her will, and just as completely shocked at how easily he’d gotten her body to react.

That was now, though. Before he’d gotten to Widowmaker, Ridley decided he wanted a taste of the Good Girl. While Bluebutt watched nearby, kneeling on his bed, Ridley tossed the hot blonde onto the sheets, then caught hold of the back of her skintight outfit. A little tug and a light snip with his claws, and off it came, sliced off as cleanly as a snake’s shed skin. This left tasty little Nova with her butt in the air, which suited Ridley just fine as he seized those fine buns and spread them wide. Out went his tongue, goosing her first, making her cry out in surprise as he got a good dollop of dragonspit on her anus, enough to get the aphrodisiac venom working for when he’d stick it in her butt later on. Then he’d tilted his head tongue, his tongue flicking up and down, slathering her cunny until it glistened as much with her juices as his spit, and practically glowed, it was so deeply flushed. He’d felt the sniper babe try to shove something in his mind – she must have been some kind of psychic, probably a ghost, from the way she felt, and the uniform before Ridley peeled it off – but her mind was better suited to facing minds similar to her own. Against a dragon’s brain, she didn’t stand a chance, and Ridley easily caught her feeble attempt at a mental stab, and shoved it right back at her, giving it a good, heaping dose of pleasure besides, as he greedily slurped and gnawed on her tender snatch, before flipping her over, and got started licking her everywhere.

Only after Nova’s frantic pleas for him to stop, that she was too sensitive, that she’d cum too hard, had grown weak, almost stopped entirely, did Ridley finally turn his attention to Widowmaker. He balanced her shapely butt on one huge talon, and laughed at her cries for mercy – mercy! For her?! – before he really got to work eating her out. Her wails of totally, utterly, absolutely astonished ecstasy were sweet music to his ears as he tasted her right to the very gates of her womb.

Ridley’s other talon wasn’t idle, though. Oh no. First he started off stroking himself, but that was just a temporary measure. Soon he was grabbing Nova’s ankle, pulling her toward him. She fought as best as she could, of course, but she was too weak from the psychic pummeling he’d given her, as well as the effects of the dragonspit in her veins. He was pretty sure she didn’t mean to beg for mercy, didn’t mean to plead so shamefully for him to spare her as Ridley positioned the blonde’s booty nice and high, her breasts rubbing against the sheets as she squirmed and struggled in vain against his far greater strength. Most strong women didn’t mean to be so weak, but few of them could help themselves. Idly, Ridley wondered if Samus had begged him for mercy, right before he thrust his heavily-seeping shaft right to the hilt in Nova Terra’s squirting honeypot.

Tongue and cock, head and hips, Ridley pounded the sexy pair, plundering them right to the uttermost limits. They wailed, they squealed, they pleaded for mercy, they forgot every pretense of strength and resolve and honor and duty as they writhed in orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Terra Nova squealed a little louder when Ridley pulled free of her quim, leaving a thick, gushing creampie in her sex, before squeezing himself into her butt to pound another thick load out there, making her breasts jiggle with each impact, then wiping his penis clean on her toned buns, but there was never any respite. And when he’d enjoyed Terra to the dregs, he let her slump forward, and then lowered Widowmaker’s bottom, resting it on top of Terra’s, and made her watch as he plunged his ridged draconic erection into her quivering depths, almost instantly turning her insides to butter as she started cumming, hard and fast, unable to control her traitor body any longer, all her pretensions at being untouchable to fear, pain, or pleasure long gone. He left a heaping cuntful in her tender twat before he flipped her over, bending her over Nova’s bottom, before driving his dragonspike into her bung, making her buns bounce as he humped her vigorously, ignoring all entreaties for mercy until her delirious babbling eventually stilled, and she slumped, spent, on top of her former foe.

“Sleep tight,” chuckled Ridley, rising to his feet, broad toeclaws clicking on the floor as he locked the door to his chambers behind him. “And play nice when you wake. Right now, I’ve got work to do.”

*

“Eevee?” whimpered the little brown-furred fox, looking up in trepidation at the two thick-muscled houndour to either side, their close and intimidating presence keeping the smaller girl pokemon walking down the long corridor with its many cages on each side. The houndour ignored the question, keeping their red eyes facing forward, while the eevee cast many nervous glances at the pokemon imprisoned in the cages.

[http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Eevee\_(Pok%C3%A9mon)

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Houndour\_(Pok%C3%A9mon)]

The complex had the feel of a large pound, a place where unwanted animals were kept. Specifically, it was like one of the older versions of pounds, back before reforms made them more pleasant, which meant it was about on par with a middle ages dungeon. Though the eevee girl was horrified at the sight of the bedraggled, sad-looking pokemon to either side of her, however, her fate wasn’t to be put into one of those cages, at least, not yet. After all, female eevee were far rarer than male eevee. She was highly valuable property, and in a terrible place like this, she had a very specific purpose.

“Ee-eevee!” gasped the poor little female as they passed another room, her soft eyes growing huge at the horrible sight before her. The houndour glanced at each other, smirking, and paused, allowing their captive time to properly see the show going on.

Within the room, the little eevee recognized three of the occupants: they were the trandoshan hunters who’d captured her! Two large, well-muscled bulls, and a slender (though no less muscular) female of the race.

[http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Trandoshan and http://pn655321.deviantart.com/art/Trandoshan-female-263007798]

Seeing the wicked hunters was bad enough. But what really made the tiny foxling reel in shock was the sight of the two prisoners with the trandoshans: a pair of charizards!

[http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Charizard\_(Pok%C3%A9mon)]

Of course, everybody expects a charizard to be tough. They were scrapping draconic fire types, and they didn’t take crap from anybody. Anybody, apparently, except these three trandoshan hunters.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” asked the female, licking the male charizard’s cheek, making him tense against the chains holding him securely bound as she caressed his rigid erection. “Fresh, sweet, healthy, an untouched and very eager virgin. She wanted your eggs in her.” As the trandoshan woman spoke, the eevee turned her head, biting her lower lip as the two male trandoshan held the she-charizard’s legs wide apart, one just pulling his muzzle away, a line of her juices connecting to his lips, while the other was reaching in to stroke her tender, yellow-scaled folds apart, to give the male charizard a better look at her flushed slit; like many pokemon, female charizards had mammalian genitalia, with a separate vagina and anus. “If only you’d been just a little faster,” continued the she-trandoshan, “then you might have enjoyed her first. Your glorious cock would have stretched her wide, and seeded her womb, giving her a clutch of healthy eggs. Now, however,” she nodded at the males, who eagerly lifted the chained female into the air, hissing in derisive laughter at her muffled pleading through the muzzle around her mouth, “we’re the ones who take her cherry as a trophy!”

Whimpering softly in sympathy as the she-zard whimpered loudly into her muzzle gag, the eevee girl watched the trandoshans lower the squirming ‘zard down onto their rampant yellow-scaled cocks, stretching both tailhole and vagina to their maiden limits. Hissing in ecstasy, the trandoshans mercilessly made a sandwich of the helpless young ‘zard, starting slow until her juices began to flow, and then quickly building to a brutal, ball-slapping pace.

Not content only to watch, the trandoshan female tugged aside her loincloth, exposing her own scaly sex, before straddling the chained and muzzled male, and lowering herself down reverse cowgirl-style onto his pointed draconic cock, moaning loudly until she’d taken him all the way to the base. Bending over to press her hands against the charizard’s tail, thrusting out her firm, shapely buns as she did so, the lizardwoman was panting hard as she rode the male for all he was worth, plundering his body at the same vigorous pace that her male counterparts were violating their own squirming victim.

Loud, orgasmic noises were coming from all the participants, and the eevee saw, blushing, great splatters of white cream running down the thighs of both charizards, the trandoshan males cumming in their doublestuffed prey, while the female hissed loudly in orgasm over her bellyful of thick poke-cream. Then the eevee’s view was blocked as a houndour nudged her away, forcing her to continue walking down the corridor.

Hearing more noises of a similar character to either side, within rooms with open doors, the eevee burned with curiosity, and a strange feeling just beneath her tail that she’d never experienced before, to take a look, but her guards didn’t allow her anymore time for sightseeing, instead marching her right around the corner at the end of the corridor, until she was suddenly face-to-calves with a tall, black-and-tan-furred male, presently facing away from her. Looking up, the little eevee couldn’t restrain a soft murmur of admiration: though most two-leggers wore clothes, this one didn’t, and wow was he “gifted.” He had a cute butt, too, black above his tail, with a tan-furred treasure tail just beneath and running down his inner thighs.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Buster\_(Lady\_and\_the\_Tramp)]

Turning and glancing down, the big dog smirked at the sight of the more-than-awestruck little eevee.

“Like what you see, huh?” he asked with a teasing smirk, making the foxling blush furiously and hurriedly look away. “Shy type,” he continued, chuckling. “You’ll fit in fine. Put her in the evolutionizer with the others.”

At this point, the eevee noticed that the right wall of this part of the corridor was filled with numerous large metal tanks with little portholes near their tops. Most of the tanks were closed, but with a quick glance, she caught a glimpse of another eevolution, like her. It was a sylveon, pink and pretty, but the little four-legged fairy fox looked quite frightened as another pair of houndour heaved the door of her tank shut, and spun the wheel on the front of lock it tightly. Looking up, the eevee could see that each of the tanks had a stylized cartoon eevolution head on a panel on the front, indicating which of the nine eevee-types was within. Then they came to a stop at the one with a brown-furred normal eevee, its door wide open, and the little she-vee lowered her ears as she meekly entered the tank at the nudging of her burly guards.

Licking his chops in anticipation of future pleasures, Buster checked off something on the clipboard he was holding, then tossed it onto a low table. Turning to the opposite wall, he pressed the button of an intercom, situated right next to a large and complex-looking bank of controls, which itself was situated next to several large, clear tubes.

You needn’t call me, said a sudden voice in the big Rottweiler’s head, making him jump. I can always sense your thoughts when you think of me.

“Don’t do that, Mewtwo!” groused the rottie, shaking his head and blinking several times. “Give a dog some warning when you start doing the mind talking thing.”

My apologies, returned Mewtwo, and he actually did sound apologetic. I was distracted.

Knowing how much Buster enjoyed details, Mewtwo didn’t bother with a pseudo-verbal explanation. Instead, he projected a mental image directly into Buster’s mind, showing him with vastly greater speed than telling ever could manage. The burly rottie drooled as he saw the powerful psychic type hovering over the members of Teams Magma and Aqua. Their petty bickering and mutual desire for utter destruction, their only difference being the method that destruction would take, had annoyed Mewtwo to no end. A pokemon-supremacist of sorts himself, he had decided to take matters into his own two hands, and in a single day, had dismantled both organizations, mentally overwhelming their organization heads, and taking the rest prisoner back to the secret sub-basement lying halfway between Jabba’s Palace and the Last Stop casinos.

At the moment that Mewtwo had heard Buster’s summons, had had just been levitating one of the lovely girl-grunts of Team Aqua face down over the seething mass of a lust-crazed ditto. The dusky-skinned young beauty had cracked well before Mewtwo finished telekinetically peeling off her shorts and shirt (though leaving her the pirate-style bandanna – Mewtwo thought it looked cute on her), begging most piteously for him to let her go. Of course, Mewtwo answered the plea by pushing his rather significant male organ into the helpless girl’s mouth, promptly stifling her further begging as the tentacles of the ditto rose from the pink mass below, and formed into objects of obviously phallic intent as they hovered just behind the helpless girl, aimed right at her delicate, smooth brown pussy and anus.

THRUST!

Buster’s whole body shuddered as Mewtwo happily shared all the exquisite sensations he was enjoying right then. Of course, there was his obvious pleasure from getting a first-rate blowjob from a helpless human – how he loved humiliating them so! – as he fed her mind everything he wanted her to do, making her start bobbing her head obediently with ease. Mewtwo was also enjoying the sensations of the ditto, however, a creature that was composed almost entirely of gelatinous mass and pleasure-giving nerve endings. No wonder dittos smiled all the time! The way they were wired, Buster realized that they were pretty much always just a step away from having an orgasm! And when a ditto was pumping two rigid cocktacles in and out of an extra-tight human girl’s holes, while she was clenching and squeezing down on them with all its might…rrgh! Buster didn’t even try to resist the hardon he was immediately sporting. The sensations didn’t stop there, though: Mewtwo was also exploring the mind and body of the young Team Aqua grunt. She was so receptive, so impressionable, it was no wonder she’d been so easily and so completely dominated by the ridiculous ideals of a group of radical fringe terrorists. Now, under Mewtwo’s skilled mental touch, she was just as easily molded into Mewtwo’s pleasure slave, her whole body intended to experience as well as provide ecstasy to all. Reaching out, Buster saw Mewtwo wrap his fingers around the girl’s dark brown nipples, then pinch them tightly, giving the broad, perked nubs a little twist at just the right moment. As soon as that happened, Buster almost fell to his knees, only barely keeping control of himself, as he went through the raw intensity of a woman’s orgasm.

[http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Team\_Aqua

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Team\_Magma]

Panting hard, Buster was grateful when Mewtwo broke the connection of sensations, retaining only their communication. Forcing his thoughts together, Buster explained to Mewtwo what he wanted. The psychic pokemon chuckled at the request.

“I’ll send them right up.”

[65% chance of success, 3 successes or failures – rolled 95 – failure #1]

Even as Buster got an impression through his link with Mewtwo of the master psychic levitating a struggling young Team Magma grunt-girl, flipping his Team Aqua cutie onto her back before lowering the other down into a sixty-nine position, pulling his penis away from the brown-skinned girl’s mouth in order to aim it straight toward the pink-skinned girl’s delicate anal rosette, he heard loud protests from the elevator at the far end of the hallway. Stepping out, he smirked as he saw the two remaining leaders of Teams Aqua and Magma: Admins Shelly and Courtney.

[http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Shelly

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Magma\_Admin\_Courtney]

“You’ll pay for-!”

“You’ll never get away with-!”

“Once my boss finds out-“

“I demand to-“

The two girls were struggling in the combined, immense grips of two absolutely huge, heavily-muscled pokemorphs. Which made sense, if you happened to know where they came from…but Buster smirked as Mewtwo shared the knowledge that neither Shelly nor Courtney did. One was a sharpedo morph wearing a pair of ragged jeans, while the other was a heavy-bodied emboar morph wearing the heavily-torn remnants of what had once been a rather nice uniform.

[http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Sharpedo\_(Pok%C3%A9mon)

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Emboar\_(Pok%C3%A9mon)]

After deciding he’d had enough of listening to the pair complain, Buster stepped forward, grabbed the front of each girl’s outfit, and shredded them with a single powerful downward jerk of his massive paws. Instantly, the protests and demands and complaints turned to cries of shock and outrage as the girls tried to cover themselves with their hands, only to be stopped as the burly pokemon behind them grabbed their wrists, pinning them behind their backs.

“Shut up,” snapped Buster, motioning the sharpedo and emboar to shove the girls toward the tubes – plenty of time for fun later, after all. “You two just don’t get it: you’re the last people in your stupid teams. Right now, one of my bosses is screwing herself silly on the cocks of all your grunt boys, while turning their minds to mush. At the same time, my other boss is forcing your grunt girls to watch while he gets them pregnant, one by one, with a team of dittos, a big cock of his own, and more mindpower than even he knows what to do with. In a couple hours, all your rank-and-filers will be eager-to-please slaves, and I’ve even been promised a few for my personal use.” His smile was not a pretty thing as he eyed the two remaining Team admins up and down. “Including both of you.”

“What are you talking about?” demanded Shelly, the brown-skinned beauty, her towering breasts heaving as she was locked into place inside the open tube. “The last of our teams?”

“Yeah,” chimed in Courtney. “Tabitha’d never leave me hanging, even if Maxie ever did.”

“Oh, the male admins,” snorted Buster in derision, before stepping forward to personally secure Courtney in her tube, lashing sturdy leather straps around her wrists and ankles, then taking the time to make her hiss with an intake of breath as he cupped her modest breasts, steaming up her erect pale nipples with his hot breath as he panted over them. “Mmm, who do you think brought you up here?”

While that bit of information settled in, Buster took the opportunity to start licking Courtney’s breasts, eventually getting her to start moaning when he began sucking on them. Her teats were a nice snack, he’d decided. Shelly’s were more of a meal, and he’d decided to save them for a little later.

“This thing here,” he explained between greedy mouthfuls of breast-suckling, until she was almost sobbing, he’d gotten her poor tits so sensitive, “these tubes, they’re for sucking the human bits out of a human, and putting them into pokemon,” he motioned absently toward the faces of numerous pokemon, barely visible through the portholes of the metal tanks on the opposite side of the corridor. “Once or twice, with a few pokemon each time, and you’ll stay pretty much human. But eventually,” he motioned toward the sharpedo and emboar, “the drain catches up with you.”

“Tabitha?” gasped Courtney, before the word was cut off as she bit her lower lip, her body trembling with a small orgasm as Buster tugged firmly on both her nipples at once, as though he were milking them.

“Matt!” Shelly exclaimed in horror, her breasts jiggling excitingly as she started to squirm in her bonds. “No! We’re not pokemon! You can’t turn us-“

The sharpedo that had once been the Admin of Team Aqua shoved a piece of cloth into Shelly’s mouth, silencing her immediately. Then he and the emboar started to peel off their tattered trousers, freeing hardening cocks that were already prodigious in dimensions.

“Yeah,” Buster admitted with a shrug, pulling away from Courtney and reaching for the doors to their tubes. “I guess it’s only fair to let you two have first crack at these bitches. After we’ve got what we need from ‘em, that is.”

Slamming the clear tubes tightly shut, Buster turned and started walking toward the switch by the elevator. Courtney and Shelly began to desperately struggle against their bonds, their eyes wide in horror as his paw reached out for the switch that would seal their dooms.

[60% chance of success – rolled 38 – success #1 – new chance 65%]

“All gone?” said Brain, blinking in confusion. “Just like that?”

Of course, Brain’s exact words were heavily-accented, but everyone able to hear him right then didn’t need any translation. Scooby Doo had enough of his own speech impediment that he didn’t have much trouble understanding others, while Flamedramon and Wargreymon, being digimon, had translation programs that provided subtitles.

“That’s what the computers tell me,” said Wargreymon, the wire running from his arm detaching from the terminal of Brain’s room computer. “For a little while, there were slaves coming in and being put up for sale like hotcakes. Now, there’s nothing. Well…almost nothing.”

“Jabba was really getting set to fund his retirement,” Brain explained to Scooby, leaning against a wall of his apartment. “After almost dying more than once, he wanted out of the business. Word was, he was working with these high-end bankrollers, people with serious connections. They were funneling all sorts of traffic down here, to War World. Penny,” he nodded casually to the pigtailed blonde, lying utterly spent on the bed, still leaking a copious gush of Brain’s and Scooby’s comingled sperm from her well-used cunny, “and the others were here to find out where all the slaves were coming from, and who was bankrolling them, and how they were being sent here. A lot of ‘slave shipments’ were actually normal commercial flights that got redirected, school field trips and that sort of thing, so whoever was making that happen, they had to have major pull somewhere important. From what I understand, Jabba was supposed to be moving most of the prisoners towards some sort of project for his bosses, but instead he was selling a lot more off and keeping most of the money for himself. If all the slaves are off the market now, then I guess they caught Jabba.” His expression was grim. “He probably didn’t enjoy what they did after finding him out.”

“Makes it hard to trace the money flow,” growled Scooby, giving Atsuko’s much-abused bum a squeeze, making the poor Japanese girl whimper while he admired his handiwork, spreading her smooth, pale buns a little as he idly considered working off another load from his seemingly bottomless balls in her. “Hard to know who to hit.”

“Almost all the slaves,” Wargreymon corrected. “There’s still a few humans up on the block…hmm, looks like Josie and the Pussycats just got officially put up for auction. Poor things: looks like there’s a preliminary auction, where bidders get to make suggestions about what the guards keeping them do to the girls; it just started, and it looks like the girls have all their clothes on still, but the ideas already coming in are pretty obscene, and I’d guess it’s just a matter of time before some sharpclaw or gamorrean gets too excited to hold himself back anymore. And Jem and the Holograms finished their last performance, and last they were seen, they were being dragged off by gamorreans, while a placeholder for them is up saying ‘pending training.’ But that’s not the weird thing.”

“What is?” asked Brain, his attention now focused on the screen Wargreymon had called up on his room’s terminal.

“The trade in pokemon,” answered Wargreymon, turning the screen to face Brain.

Pokemon, as everyone knew, were a protected species…or series of interrelated species, nobody was really sure, exactly. Trading in them was strictly regulated, and there was a booming black market in the sale and, especially, the breeding of not just pokemon, but pokemorphs. Because of their unique genetics, pokemon of almost all types could interbreed with numerous intelligent species, the most notable being humans. The offspring of such unions were usually pokemorphs, or anthropomorphic pokemon. Now, as Brain sat at the console and started typing, figures and details of the sale of pokemorphs began popping up almost immediately. Most of the figures were projected, rather than concrete, meaning they were plans for future expansion, which just meant that the breeding program expected to do well enough to sell a certain number of illegal pokemorphs within the given time period.

All Brain had to do was figure out where the breeding program was taking place…

[65% chance of success – rolled 44 – success #2 of 3 needed – new chance of success 70%]

“There,” said Brain with a confident smirk, pointing to a node in the network. “They’re keeping them there.”

Near the door of the burrowlike room that made up hotel rooms at Jabba’s Palace, Flamedramon zeroed his telescopic eyes on the screen, before those eyes started to blur with calculations.

“Those coordinates aren’t part of the main complex,” he reported after a few moments. “They’re found…underground.”

“Can you get us there?” asked Scooby, rising from his seat on the bed, leaving Flannery and Elesa lying strewn next to Penny, Atsuko, and Kayla, all five girls too worn out from the attentions of the two virile weredogs to even think about moving. Flamedramon hesitated a few moments, running more calculations, and then finally nodded.

“Follow me.”

-

Eevee felt so strange! There had been all the weird steam, until she couldn’t even see herself anymore in the tank. Then there’d been the loud screaming outside, sounding sort of like human girls, but she couldn’t be sure. Finally, there’d been this really big flash of light, and then, well, things sort of blanked out for a little while. Now, however, she was back and fully aware, and she had to admit: her whole body felt so different. It was a good sort of different, though, kind of tingly, especially right between her legs…

Her legs! She only had two of them! And that wasn’t all she had two of…oh my…these things were kind of sensitive! Where before Eevee had just barely reached the ripe old age of a year and a half, old enough to start making eggs, barely, now she had the body of a rather petite humanoid teenager, though no less adorable than she’d been before. Except now the perky little teen was thinking of herself with a name: Eevee! It wasn’t just her species, but her name now.

“And I can talk!” she exclaimed in wonder, hands going to her mouth. In fact, she was so caught up with the new experiences before her, that she almost missed the door of the tank creaking open.

“C’mon,” growled a deep, gruff voice she didn’t recognize, before a large hand reached in, grabbing her hand and tugging Eevee forward. “We’re on a schedule now. We’ve gotta get you knocked up before noon.”

“Knocked up?” Eevee said, confused, then gasping softly as she saw who it was talking to her: a massive and heavily-muscled houndoom!

[http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Houndoom\_(Pok%C3%A9mon)]

Before Eevee could really understand what was going on, the big, black-furred male was tugging her along by her hand, despite her reluctance. Nearby, she could see others just like her, sisters as she immediately thought of them, feeling a sort of connection to all the other Vees with her, as they were all led into a small room off the main corridor, and then allowed to stand there, looking at each other. Being eeveelutions, however, and all of them eager to try out their new voices, it didn’t take them long before fluffy Flareon was hugging and laughing with a slightly more reserved, but no less affectionate Glaceon, and the somewhat hesitant and shy Vaporeon, who blushed at the steam that rose where her and Glaceon’s blue breasts touched Flareon’s perked red nipples. Even uptight Vaporeon started to relax, though, as Leafeon and Sylveon touched her, Leafeon rubbing her back, while Sylveon only had to touch the other eeveelutions with the tips of her ribbonlike projections to make them start to relax and feel good. Espeon, able to read Jolteon’s thoughts, made an indecent proposal that made the electric Vee blush furiously and start to deny it, backing right into Umbreon’s arms, as the darkness Vee hugged the wriggling electric type firmly in her surprisingly strong arms, pressing her big black breasts to the yellow-furred cutie’s back.

[https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=620859 and

https://e621.net/post/show/195089/anthro-big\_breasts-breasts-butt-cookie-eeveelution]

[70% chance of success – rolled 95 – failure #2 of 3 – new chance of success 65%]

In their euphoria over their new bodies, the excited young eevees didn’t even notice Shelly and Courtney. Only moments after the eeveelutions were out of the room, Buster had the two girls on hands-and-knees, their minds almost gone from the intense pleasure of losing themselves in giving to the sheevees. They’d started screaming almost from the moment after he’d thrown the switch, but not in pain, oh no. Now, almost half an hour later, their minds were nearly melted beyond recovery, their bodies reacting like those of pokemon rather than humans, purely on instinct. And when the thick, heavy cocks of the sharpedo met Shelly’s cunny, while the emboar’s met Courtney’s, and squeezed themselves eagerly inside, their reaction wasn’t revulsion or resistance. Instead, it was utter, blissful relief.

Buster grinned, watching the faces of the two human girls. Well, mostly human, but who was counting? Their breasts bobbed as they were plowed from behind, and their bottoms bounced with each slap of heavy pokemorph hips against upturned tushies, Shelly’s of course far more generous than Courtney’s. All it took was the lightest touch, and immediately they were sucking on his cock, greedily slurping and licking up and down its length. They weren’t even fighting anymore, not like they’d always done before their conversion, but instead shared his penis, taking turns quite happily on sucking its fat red length down almost to the balls, and then popping off, letting the other girl have her turn.

Hands gripping both girls’ heads, Buster gave a short, sharp grunt as he felt himself getting close. How could he avoid it?! These two smoking beauties were just too hot! As though sensing his impending explosion, Sharpedo and Emboar started to pick up their paces as well, the sharkling as silent as ever as he shafted Shelly, while the fire pig grunted loudly, making a lot of noise, slapping his hips vigorously against Courtney’s bouncy little bottom, filling the corridor with the wet squelch of his cock plundering her innermost depths. Riding that feeling, the girls were the ones who came first, opening their mouths wide as Buster stroked his cock, making sure to paint both their upturned faces and extended tongues with his copious cum. At almost the same time, the pokemales pounding their pussies began to squirt as well, rivulets of thick semen soon starting to run down the girls’ inner thighs as they were filled to the brim, and beyond.

“Take ‘em back below,” panted Buster, rising to his feet a little unsteadily, while the pokemales moved to comply, tossing the cum-dripping girls onto their shoulders while the big rottie hit the button for the elevator. “We gotta get cleaned up before we do our rounds on the rest of the complex.”

At that moment, the Vees were growing steadily more frisky, having come to the rather startling realization that they were all naked. Of course, as a normal pokemon, being naked was normal. As a pokemorph, however, it was a little bit more important, to say the least. What made matters worse, of course, was that Espeon could read everyone’s minds, and had no hesitation in sharing what she picked up with Umbreon. Umbreon, being an umbreon, acted perfectly nonchalant as she happily shared everything shared with her by Espeon at the worst possible time…or the best, depending on one’s definitions. After just a matter of minutes, then, Glaceon and Flareon had poor Vaporeon backed against a wall with very naughty smiles on their faces, while the shy water-type Vee blushed furiously. Jolteon was biting her finger, while Leafeon was nibbling on her ear, and Sylveon was happily urging little Eevee to introduce herself to the “big girls,” namely Espeon and Umbreon, who simply watched with amused expressions as the blushing little teen shyly approached, Sylveon right behind.

That, however, was when things started getting more serious.

The burgeoning eevee-orgy was interrupted suddenly, as the door at the far end of the room suddenly swung open. All nine of the Vees turned their heads, blinking in surprise. Even Espeon, who should have known that someone was about to enter. The figure standing there, however, was something none of them had expected. At a glance, it looked almost like a ninetails, for it did indeed have nine large, fluffy tails, and was indeed a fox, much like them. Actually, a vixen, as the rather sizable cleavage showing over the top of the humanoid’s kimono made obvious. What made this creature rather different from a pokemon, however, was the mask it wore over its face, a fox’s mask covering what must have been a real fox’s muzzle beneath. That wasn’t the only mask, however: each of the nine-tailed vixen’s tails also sported a mask, cloth masks with fox faces painted on. And as the Vees watched, those tails began to sway, back and forth, forth and back, and even Umbreon and Espeon suddenly started to feel woozy, as though the whole world were spinning.

[http://okami.wikia.com/wiki/Ninetails]

The next thing any of them knew, they were being roughly forced into place along a long, low metal shelf, their wrists soon shackled in place. While they’d been out of it, someone had even tied something around the bases of each of their tails, keeping them held high, exposing the tender parts beneath, and their ankles had been bound together. They weren’t alone, either. Looking to either side, Eevee saw several other pokemorphs like herself, a rattatta on one side, and a pikachu and pichu, who must have been sisters to look at them, on the other. There was an adorable little lopunny squeezed right next to a farfetch’d, its tailfeathers hiked high, its leek nowhere to be seen from Eevee’s present point of view. Beyond that, she couldn’t really see who was after the line of Vees. She only knew that she was right next to poor Jolteon, who was on the right from her, while Leafeon was on her left.

Then she heard the tread of large paws, and turned her head as far as she could, her eyes wide and frightened. It was the houndooms! There were a lot of them, big, hulking, savage creatures, all of them sporting massive horns…and that wasn’t all about them that was massive, Eevee noted with a furious blush.

“What,” she got out, then licked her dry lips. “What are you going to do to us?”

The houndooms started to chuckle, the sound chillingly wicked (and yet incredibly sexy as well, in a dark, naughty sort of way), and Eevee quickly realized how stupid the question had been. She whimpered as the big, virile males approached, and heard several of the others do so also. And were those male voices among them? She was too flustered right then to be sure.

[https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1105317]

Was this really it?

[65% chance of success – rolled 43 – success #3!]

Just as Eevee felt the first massive, heavy hand close on her dainty brown-furred bottom, fingers squeezing into her supple young flesh, there was a loud crack as the ceiling suddenly split open, and a pair of massive red-painted forearms with brutal-looking claws plowed their way through. The forearms were almost immediately followed by a lean-muscled blue dragon, who dropped smoothly into the room, landing on his feet. The houndooms spun, snarling in fury at having their fun interrupted, while houndours from just outside came rushing to the defense, trailed in the rear by the three trandoshands, who’d long ago finished their fun with the charizard couple.

Perhaps alone, one solitary Flamedramon couldn’t have held out against so many attackers. But Flamedramon wasn’t alone, as was soon revealed when Wardramon dropped to the floor behind him with a thunderous boom. The arrival of Brain and Scooby Doo was almost unnoticed at first, but it was noticed pretty quickly afterward, as the two were into the middle of the houndooms in a flash, Scooby showing astonishing fighting ability for one who’d been so cowardly before his lycanthropic infection, while Brain was a master of the martial arts, and had been for years, his body now even more dangerous than before with his increase in power from the lycanthropic change.

Together, the four could possibly have killed their opponents, if they’d wanted to. However, Wargreymon was the one to call out to the others to pull their punches, and take them alive. Minutes later, that was exactly what they’d done, and soon all the houndooms, houndours, and even the trandoshans were trussed up on the shelf on the opposite side of the room, just like the pokemon they’d been about to molest were.

“Thank you for saving us!” exclaimed Eevee as Scooby Doo stepped close, her eyes wide and shining…and then growing a bit wider as he casually rested his huge paw on her adorable little tush, giving it a light, affectionate squeeze.

“Don’t mention it,” he growled, giving her a toothy grin.

Eevee gulped.