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Entry 40, Part 2 of 2

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

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) – 6 – returns

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

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

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

Cassie Cage (http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Cassie_Cage) – 6 – will come into play

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) – 5 – oh dear ratso

Golbez (Final Fantasy IV) – 6 – at least for a cameo

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

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

Guin (http://www.mangahere.co/manga/guin_saga/) – 6 – leopardman to the front

Hepzibah (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hepzibah_(comics)) – 5 – last vote finally in

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

Lamashtu (http://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Lamashtu - a villainess) – will be inserted

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

Priscilla (http://darksouls.wikia.com/wiki/Crossbreed_Priscil...) – 4 – brought in early

Pumyra (http://thundercats.wikia.com/wiki/Pumyra) – 5 – from Thundera

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 ) – 11 – The Great Grey Wolf is in

SWATKats (T-Bone and Razor, http://swatkats.info/) – 2

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

Thirty/Thirty (http://bravestarr.wikia.com/wiki/Thirty/Thirty) – 7 – a new sheriff in town

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_H...!) – 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 – 4

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

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

Godzilla meets Superpuma () – 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 – 6

Vitani/Kiara – 6

Fluttershy/Toriel – 1

Battle for control of Alduin – 7 – an happening

Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania – 1

Advance pregnancies (baby bumps all around) – 7 – this will take place soon

Toriel/Asriel/Tails – 6

Sif/Wolf Link/Midna – 6

Widowmaker teams with Nova One to escape (they will leave the Chopping Block) – 6

Brooklyn/Firebrand – 1

Pyramid Casino characters (Sly, Mirage, etcetera) come back into action – 6 – an option now

Matt the Anubian keeps Ron Stoppable as a pet – 2

Renamon reprograms her egg (suggestions for offspring requested) – 1

Author Notes

Incidentally, I’ve found a few sites that might interest readers. They are, as follows, with commentary:

http://rastakax.blogspot.com/ - I’m not so impressed with his artistic skills, but I admit that I very much like his ideas.

http://www.naorhy.com/fkta.htm - Fredrik K. T. Andersson is still one of my favorite naughty fantasy artists.

http://nexis3d.blogspot.com/ - Not updated much anymore. Pity, as it’s rather fun.

http://www.datapacrat.com/Furry/CD%20-%20Fur/Magic... - Finally, the old work of “The Magician,” especially his erotic ElfQuest fan art, might be of interest to many. A fair amount of it is naughty retooling of older works, but it’s still fun. Oh, and hitting “Parent Directory” leads to a bunch of other artists, including the rest of The Magician’s works, in case you were interested.

Also, the Big List has been updated once more: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1058355

UFC Entry 40

“I still think we shoulda wasted ‘em,” grumbled Stith as she nudged a weequays with one massive toe, the sheer strength of her legs enough to make the fallen guard roll over, even though she’d only exerted the least amount of force.

“This is an official police action,” declared Judy, brandishing her deceptively tiny dart gun. “We’re here to make arrests, not a bodycount!”

Stith started to open her mouth to add her opinion about that particular piece of wisdom, but caught Chun-Li’s eye before saying anything. Strange though it might have been, the mantrin had developed an almost instant liking for the long-legged Chinese woman, and though she didn’t show it through words, she showed it just as clearly through her actions. In this case, she scowled, then shut her mouth.

“When in hostile territory,” Chun-Li then spoke up, after it was clear that Stith was going to do as she’d hoped, “it’s within regulations to use lethal force, Officer Hopps.”

“When in hostile territory, Lieutenant Zang,” the purple-eyed bunny countered, “it’s within regulations to drop titles. So you can call me Judy.”

Chun-Li smiled.

“All right…Judy. Then I suppose you can call my Chun-Li. But still, are you sure that dart gun is the only weapon you…”

The tall, muscular woman gasped softly as Judy drew a bead and fired in a single, practiced movement. Instantly, a hulking klatooinian that had been almost right behind Chun-Li collapsed, the agile human woman stepping to the side just in time to avoid having him fall on top of her. Judy blew across the barrel of her dart gun.

“Yep!” she said with a cheerful grin.

“Don’t mess with Carrot’s gun,” Nick opined as he laid down cover fire alongside Rocket, keeping the guards down a side corridor pinned down, and picking them off one by one. “Just trust me on this one. Otherwise, she uses it on you.” The fox winced slightly at the memory, then rubbed his bum through his trousers. Rocket looked at Nick, then arched an eyebrow.

“Hey,” he accused. “You’re using metaphors, aren’t you? Trying to lob one over my head, huh?”

“Maaaaybe,” teased Nick, with a wide, crap-eating grin on his foxy face.

“Nick!” exclaimed Judy, blushing almost beet red, even as she fired off two more shots down the other side of the three-way corridor, both sinking into a big-bellied gamorrean, taking him down in moments.

“Sorry, Judy,” said Nick, and seemed to mean it. “C’mon, looks like the coast is clear for now. Let’s open up a few of these doors, and see what we’ve got. Looks like we’ve got one of the rooms here that M’ress said the computers indicated were still occupied.”

“Let me get the door,” said Ahsoka, the red-and-white girl with horns piped up, stepping to the fore, deactivating the light saber in her hand. “I don’t have a lot of range with this thing anyway, so you can cover me.”

“Gotcha, kid,” said Stith, while Garrus simply nodded, his ice cold combat demeanor so different from the gentle persona he conveyed most of the time, both of them brandishing their guns as the young togruta approached the closest of the available doors. A few taps on the electronic lock, and it hissed softly, then slid open.

[65% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures – rolled 62 – success #2! – New chance of success 70%]

As Stith took point, walking into the room with a decisive stomp of one huge foot, then turning to either side to ensure nobody was lurking in corners, Renamon held back slightly. Seeing her friend’s distress, Rika reached up, and gave the golden vixen’s hand a squeeze.

“That’s a reprogramming station,” Renamon explained. “They were…changing me in there.”

Rika didn’t say anything. She just held onto her best friend’s hand a little tighter.

Rocket followed close on Stith’s tail, his own bushy one twitching as he looked the place over, then slid his gun into its holster on his back, shaking his head in wonder.

“Who’da thought?” he asked nobody in particular. “Brainwashing for droids. Ain’t that illegal?”

“For the intelligent ones, yes,” Judy immediately responded, her encyclopedic knowledge of legal codes as prompt as ever. “If an AI, like Renamon here, most digimon, and some droids, can pass a neo-Turing test, then they’re as much as a person as anyone else. That makes reprogramming them the same as slavery, and that ranges from outright illegal to highly situational, depending on the individual world.”

“You’re gonna have a field day, then,” said Rocket, moving into the room and going to one of the panels overlooking the two figures strapped down to flat operating tables, numerous wires leading to their brains. “Hmm,” he said meditatively. “Looks like the damage isn’t too bad, actually. Guess we interrupted ‘em. Just some minor memory loss on the copper one, and the blue one’s got nothing taken away, just a program added to her usual protocols. Actually, I think it’s the same program that’s been uploaded into them both. Looks like,” his eyebrows arched, “yeah, thought so: a pleasure program.”

“Can you remove it?” asked Judy, horrified to hear of such blatant abuse of power.

“Not without doing more damage than I’d like,” Rocket answered with an apologetic shrug. “Sorry, this takes more programming skill’n I’ve got. Still, I don’t think it’ll hurt her too much. After all, she’s still got her free will. Worst case scenario, she’ll end up like some hormone-crazed teenager, eager to try out all sorts of new stuff, while still wanting to stay good and avoid looking like a slut. As long as nobody eggs her on, I think we’ll be good.”

“Wake them up, then,” said Chun-Li from the rear of the little party, keeping most of her attention on the corridor, along with M’Ress, with her small phasor held ready as she quietly accessed another of the numerous wall units, searching for something. “We can’t leave them here, after all.”

Almost immediately, the copper-colored droid’s eyes flared to sudden, fearful life, and he (and there was something decidedly masculine about the droid) rising from the table with smooth, metallic grace. He surveyed the room, and each member of the little band felt those searing eyes burning into their very souls. Then, its scan complete, the droid spoke.

“Salutation: Greetings, those who have delivered me from my imprisonment. My designation is HK-47. Query: Might I be permitted to accompany you? Statement: Much as I would enjoy seeing myself out, I am afraid my programming requires me to imprint upon a master figure. While this may seem onerous to some, and I felt it as such in times past, I have made my peace with the necessity of service to others in order to best accomplish my primary programming.”

“What’s that?” asked Stith suspiciously, keeping her gun wavering just slightly off-center of the droid, but ready to swing onto target at a moment’s notice.

“Honest statement: Assassination, of course. I am the best assassination droid in the known universe. Reluctant statement: I am also fully equipped to function as a protocol droid, should you have need of such services. Heartfelt plea: Do try to keep such demands to a minimum, however: social interactions are a great waste of my true potential.”

[http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/HK-47]

Nick Wilde’s smile grew far wider than made Judy comfortable in the least.

“Nick!” she hissed. “We can’t have a killer robot with us!”

“Why not?” asked Nick, his shrug just oozing schmooze. “We’ve got a lot of things that need killing right now.”

“Statement: My point exactly…master,” said HK-47, turning its eyes fully onto the fox. “If no arms are readily available, I assure you that my skills in unarmed combat are equally formidable.”

“Huh?” said another, more feminine voice, vastly different from the voice of the first robot to awaken. “What…where am I? What happened?”

This time, it was Garrus who reached the reprogramming bed first, taking the hand of the slender blue-and-white robot who was slowly sitting up, blinking her strangely humanlike eyes. His former killer’s stare had been replaced with the gentle look of someone who genuinely cared about helping people, one of the turian’s core reasons for entering the service in the first place.

“It’s all right now,” he said gently. “You’re safe with us. You were captured by slavers, but we’ve freed you. We’re police,” he added, his other hand holding up an ID badge to prove his words, making sure she got a good look at it, so that she could confirm his statement properly, before he put it away. “Now we just need you to stay calm and come with us while we get out of here. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes, I think so,” the robot girl said – and she did look like a teenage girl, actually, complete with a girlish figure, though the parts that might have constituted nudity in an organic were strategically covered by darker blue plates. Slowly, with Garrus’ help, she got to her feet, a little unsteady at first, but soon getting her center of balance.

“My name’s Garrus,” said the turian as he led the robot girl toward the door. “What’s yours?”

“XJ-9,” answered the teenage robot. “But my friends call me Jenny.”

[http://teenagerobot.wikia.com/wiki/Jenny_Wakeman/X...]

“All right, Jenny,” Garrus continued. “Now, we should probably start toward one of the exits. I’m not sure there’s much else in this place that we can do right…”

“Oh!” Jenny suddenly exclaimed as she stepped into the corridor, turning down the far hallway and pointing. “I was supposed to be protecting someone! No, two someones! It was…it was Princess Jasmine, and Princess Mulan! I remember now! But there were these pirates, and they had guns, and then the next thing I knew,” she glanced back into the reprogramming chamber. “I was waking up.” Just as suddenly, Jenny’s cheeks actually grew a darker shade of blue, obviously a blush, as she looked around at her new companions. “Why is everybody naked?”

“It was the best we could do at the time,” quipped Rocket with a wry smirk.

“Indeed,” agreed Khida dryly, the sangheili having stayed out in the corridor, a glowing double-bladed energy sword in one hand, looted from one of the kig-yar they’d fought on the way in. “But that is unimportant now. You said there were princesses in peril. We cannot leave them to their fate.”

[https://www.halowaypoint.com/en-us/universe/weapon...]

Hardly waiting for the others, the veteran elite warrior turned at Jenny’s direction, and started down the hallway, straight toward their destination. His daughter, Thepa, colored slightly at her father’s abruptness, but followed after as quickly as she could, with Rocket hot on her tail. The others weren’t far behind, and soon they were all on their way to where M’ress’ computer hacking and Jenny Wakeman’s memories told them the captive princesses were being kept: slave processing chamber alpha.

-

“Please…” Josie begged, struggling feebly beneath the hot lamps beaming onto her naked body. “Please, no more.”

To one side of the red-haired teen was one of her friends and fellow Pussycat bandmate, Melody. The gorgeous blonde wasn’t able to do much more than whimper right then, her smooth, fair skin far more sensitive than those of her two friends. On the other side of Josie, Valerie continued to fight with more spirit, tugging against her bonds with all her remaining strength. All the same, the metal clamps holding her secure were simply too strong, and all she ultimately accomplished was to exhaust herself. All three of the Pussycats had been secured like spit-roasting pigs to long metal poles, clamps securing their wrists to their ankles, forcing them to keep their bottoms high, chins flush with the pole, while ropes were lashed around their waists. The poles were slowly turning in what appeared to be an enlarged, modified tanning bed, but instead of typical UV bulbs, it had pink kryptonite projectors, beaming their sizzling light down onto the three helpless teens, leaving their bodies bathed in sweat.

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josie_and_the_Pussyc...(comics)

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18054464/ for reference of the chamber

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16872868/ for reference of how they’re secured]

Ignoring Josie’s pleas for mercy as every part of her smooth young body, and those of her two best friends as well, was exposed to the lust-inducing rays of pink kryptonite, slowly wearing down all their resistances, turning them into good, obedient little sex slaves, Shendu smirked down at Mulan. He was seated on a wide stool, akin to those used by samurai daimyo as they observed the course of a war, his thick red member at full mast. Presently, half of it was buried in the Chinese girl’s lovely mouth, while she glared up at him with defiance in her eyes.

“Do not stop,” insisted the wicked humanoid dragon with a cruel sneer, before reaching down and forcing the slender girl’s head down, making her eyes widen and start to tear up, her dainty feet kicking just below her taut, toned rear. “Good. Very good.”

Of course, the reason Mulan was so cooperative was because of Jasmine. Poor princess Jasmine had been forced to endure a great many horrors in recent times. Shortly after her capture, one of her best friends, Ariel, and her timelost daughter, Melody, had been handed over to the very pirate who’d captured them as a reward for his services: Don Karnage. The last Jasmine had seen of her two friends, they were draped over the lusty pirate’s shoulders, while he made his way to the Treasure Island casino to properly enjoy his “booty.” Of course, Ariel and Melody weren’t the only victims marched off to suffer the tender mercies of lust-crazed pirates, but Jasmine had known them best, as her kingdom and Ariel’s had regularly traded with each other, and their loss had affected her deeply.

While Jasmine and Mulan had been forced into the skimpy clothes of harem slaves under Jabba’s ownership, at least he hadn’t done much with them. As bloated and obese as he was, Jabba wasn’t that good at doing anything to anyone, at least sexually. The humiliation had been bad, of course, but nowhere as awful as when Jabba had frozen Rajah, her beloved tiger, in carbonite, and had him mounted on a stand as a decoration. Right then, Jasmine was lashed securely to the back of her frozen friend, her naked bottom on display near his tail, while the diminutive His Wu hopped behind her, his wings fluttering with nervous energy, brandishing a riding crop and waiting for any opportunity to leave a few more stripes on Jasmine’s perfectly-shaped bare bottom.

[http://jackiechanadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Hsi_Wu]

“It’s a pity, really,” mused Tso Lan, idly tugging on one of his mandible-like mouthparts, while watching the slow annihilation of the three Pussycats’ minds. He reached over, and casually caressed Valerie’s upturned brown-skinned bottom, earning a glare as he then teased a finger against her anus, which, of course, the calm, insect-like demon sorcerer ignored. “This casino could still produce so much profit, and yet General Scales chooses to shut it down. Rather than selling slaves, we ship them off into some unknown place in the desert.”

[http://jackiechanadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Tso_Lan]

“A waste of good meat!” agreed the hulking Po Kong, rocking back and forth on her haunches as she towered over everything in the high-ceilinged room, drooling whenever she looked down at the Pussycats turning on their spits. “Are you sure I can’t have just a little taste…?”

[http://jackiechanadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Po_Kong]

“Not until we’re done with them, Po,” said Bai Tza, not unkindly, stroking her elder relative’s massive outer thigh. “Scales promised us the entertainers of this establishment, since he’d have no further use for them. And I must admit, it has been a long time since I properly enjoyed a tender girl’s company.”

[http://jackiechanadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Bai_Tza]

So saying, the slender, blue-scaled naga reached over, and lovingly caressed poor Melody’s smooth, pale bum.

“You’ll sing for me, won’t you, little bird?” she cooed over the helpless blonde girl, who looked up in confusion, before her cheeks flushed bright pink when the naga-lady’s caressing fingers drifted lower, to Melody’s tender folds. “Yes…a delicate and sweet virgin bird, to sing while I teach her the song of passion. Truly, it is a pity I must share you with my many brothers, but such is karma.”

“As long as I get ‘em at the end,” chortled the bulbous green Po Kong, rubbing her hands together in greedy anticipation. “Wait – there’s more entertainers than these, aren’t there? I’m in the mood for a big meal!”

“You’re always in the mood for a big meal!” said Drago loudly as the teenaged dragonboy entered the room, using one of the many hidden side passages known only to Jabba and those who’d mastered the Hutt’s secrets. “But you’re in luck, Po: there’s five more girls, fresh off the stage. And best of all, they were under the hot lights already, after General Scales ordered them switched with pink kryptonite bulbs, so there’s no need to wait.”

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

“Indeed,” agreed the squat, creeping figure of Xiao Fung as he half-hopped into the room, holding one end of a long golden chain. “Drago speaks the truth: these five young sluts are ready to satisfy our infernal lusts immediately.” He turned, grinning at the moans and whimpers he elicited as he jerked on the slender chain. “They’ve still got their minds, sadly, but they’ve been sufficiently weakened that they can’t possibly resist our needs.”

Behind him, Jem and the Holograms trembled, sweat beading on their freshly-stripped bodies as they were forcibly led into the large chamber that contained the demon sorcerers, and which had until quite recently contained the majority of the slaves that had once been for sale at Jabba’s Palace, and which had instead been shipped off to the mysterious excavation site. The chain Xiao held in his hand led to Jem’s lovely neck, in the front, then to that of her red-haired sister, Kimberly, then next to blue-haired Aja, purple-haired Shana, and finally to pink-haired Raya, in the back.

Raya had it worst of all, as the chain continued down her back, pressing tight between her trim, small buns, and then doubling back, pressing tight against her delicate tan-skinned quim. Being a good Catholic, of course Raya had been saving her beautiful body for marriage, but to be so utterly exposed, and so shamefully, before these hideous monsters and their lusty gazes was a humiliation almost more than the young Hispanic girl could bear. Shy young Shana was almost as horrified, and wished against all reality that she could just sink into the floor and vanish. Despite all her wishes, however, her dark brown nipples were rigidly erect against the smooth milk chocolate color of her soft, smooth skin, and every time Xiao gave that chain a tug, she found a moan forced from her lips, so slutty it shocked her with its intensity. Tomboyish Aja’s very pale skin was deeply flushed, as she was easily the most sensitive of the quintet of performers, despite her reputation as a greasemonkey. Despite her recent forced orgasms, however, she still kept her teeth grit, glaring defiance at the demons around her. Not so Kimber. The young redhead had always been ruled by her emotions, and while Aja fought not to show her reaction to the pleasure being forced upon her, Kimber had been wildly vocal, and still was, whimpering sweetly as the gold chain dug deep into her tender folds, as though tears could somehow save her from her fate. That left Jem herself, her earings the only clothes she still had on as she fought with every remaining ounce of personal dignity to keep her head high. Fortunately, the holographic technology that preserved her secret identity didn’t rely on her willpower to function, only her commands, or else she might surely have revealed her true identity to these vile creatures. Even in this time of ultimate duress, Jem had to think of her public image, because it was what everything she was rested upon. No more secret identity, no more fortune and fame.

Behind the Holograms, the towering Tchang Zu, with his hard blue hide, and the brown-furred bull-like demon, Dai Gui, herded them in, their sheer size as well as their overpowering presences enough to keep the five girls in line. Dai kept his nostrils close by Raya’s rump, taking her aroused scent eagerly, and licking his chops as he admired her shapely young form. Tchang, of course, carried himself with far more dignity, though a cold, cruel smile graced his lips as he looked down on the five intended victims of the demon sorcerers.

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Jem_characte...

http://jackiechanadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Tchang_...

http://jackiechanadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Dai_Gui

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

“I see no reason why we couldn’t have these three join the others,” said Tso Lan, motioning with his many arms toward the hulking Dai Gui. “Dai, if you please.”

“Dai Gui will gladly assist,” growled the massive brute, lumbering over to hoist each of the Pussycats, one by one, from the chamber of searing lust energy, and then sliding them off their poles and onto the ground, letting them slump there on their knees. “Heh, Dai Gui thinks they look pretty out of it.”

“Your people have shamed me for centuries, Fa Mulan,” said Shendu, curling his scaled lip at the Chinese princess on her knees before him. “Now, I will exact a fitting revenge upon them…through you.”

Roughly, he pulled Mulan’s hair, jerking her back, her mouth leaving his rigid red penis with a loud ‘pop.’ While Mulan was still gasping for breath, Shendu rose to his feet, and addressed his fellow demon sorcerers, his hands spread.

“We now have a unique opportunity before us,” he declared. “An opportunity like none other. Through this royal-blooded girl child,” he pointed to Mulan, “we can be reborn into the mortal world, without losing an iota of our immortal demon powers.”

As she heard these words, Mulan’s eyes widened, and she began casting around for some potential escape.

“These others,” continued the wicked dragon sorcerer of fire, “will serve to give us a foothold. They are virgin sacrifices, and thus a source of immense power. As we violate them, we will grow in might with each broken hymen. Then, when we feed them, one by one, to Po Kong, their slow and agonizing digestion in her churning gullet will ensure our success,” he grinned toothily down at Mulan, “as we transfer our life essences through the womb of this royal-blooded wench!”

“Good enough,” growled Tchang, reaching toward the belt of his clothes. “Let’s get started, then.”

“Heard enough?” came a soft male voice, audible only to those who had especially keen hearing, such as demon sorcerers.

“Yes,” came a reluctant female voice. “You’re right, Nick. All right, Rocket. Let her rip.”

BOOM!

Without warning the inner door of the warehouse-like facility near the very rear of Jabba’s Palace exploded inward. Immediately the air was filled with smoke, and also with flashes of energy fire. From out of the smoke, a tiny figure came charging, leaping with incredible speed and agility as Bai Tza spun, reacting first to the situation, and flung lethal shards of ice. But despite all of Bai’s efforts, the little grey-furred figure stayed one step ahead of her attacks.

“Bah!” bellowed the mighty and proud Tchang Zu. “Stay out of this, Bai Tzu. This puny creature is no match for-grk!”

Before Tchang had even completed his sentence, Judy Hopps had leapt onto his slightly bent knee, then leapt even higher, putting all the force and power of her might rabbit’s legs into her jump. Right at the zenith of that jump, putting her right at eye level with the hulking blue ogre-demon, she spun, her right leg extending. Tchang Zu had only an instant for a look of utter incredulity to spread across his face. Then Judy’s foot connected with his face, and he went crashing to the ground, the little grey bunny dropping lightly on all-fours next to the out-cold demon ogre.

“Mine!” screeched Hsi Wu, and almost before Judy had risen to her feet, the lightning-fast winged demon had plowed into her with both his fists, sending her sprawling back. Sitting up, she wiped blood off her wiggling pink nose, and set her face as she started to get up. “Mine, mine, mine!” screamed His, and before Judy ever got back to her feet, she was struck once more, sending her jerking forward, only to be caught again right in midair, sending her tumbling head-over-heels.

In that moment, while she was still in midair, Judy’s whole world was starting to reel, her mind going into that slow-motion state where one’s entire life starts to flash before one’s eyes. She frowned, doing her best to concentrate, to get back into the real world, and away from this dazed, helpless state. She wasn’t going to be beaten here! Before her eyes, she saw the blue-skinned, batlike creature rushing forward once more, this time with its claws murderously extended. This time, she knew, it wouldn’t just knock her around. This time, it was out for blood.

“NO!”

The sound of the voice was as much in slow-motion as everything else for Judy. So was the foot that suddenly interposed itself between her and the deadly little demon. For a moment, Judy saw His Wu’s eyes widen in shock, and he tried to pull up, out of his killing dive toward her. But he had too much momentum, and the kick was simply too fast, landing right smack in the middle of his chest. With her heightened rabbit hearing, Judy could hear the demon’s bones cracking like greenwood, and saw him reversing direction, helpless now, limp, as broken as he’d intended to make her. Then Judy felt gentle hands on her, familiar hands, and realtime came crashing back in upon her as she landed on top of Nick, who’d thrown himself between her and the cruel, hard floor, cushioning her landing with his body.

“You okay, Carrots?” he asked in a voice that was so gentle and sweet and caring, for a moment Judy wondered where Nick had gone, and who had taken his place.

“Yeah,” she said with a soft laugh, then coughed a bit as she felt what was definitely a cracked rib pinch at her side. “Never better.”

“Statement: I will cover master’s retreat,” said HK-47, stepping forward, caring little about the crackling balls and bolts and flashes of energy now being flung out by the demon sorcerers as they gathered themselves and readied their powers, on guard after seeing two of their numbers taken down. “Command slash Request: Pull back, and let me work in my element.”

Khida’Kuttinee gave a war cry as he charged forward. His energy sword blazed blue light as he parried Dai Gui’s deadly horns, then turned slightly, lashing out with a kick that kept Xiao Fung at bay, stopping the hop he’d started before it could land on top of the sangheili warrior. Then his daughter was there, interposing herself between the toadlike sorcerer and her father, menacing it with her own pink-tinged weapon.

Suddenly, Tso Lan was there, beams of smoky purple energy blasting out from his hands, catching the two sangheili, driving them back, forcing them to their knees.

“Feel the weight of gravity,” declared the insectile demon sorcerer, his voice calm, cold, dispassionate. “Feel my mastery of a power none can resist.”

“Contradiction: Not likely.”

“Oof!”

HK-47’s fist met Tso’s face, sending the demon sorcerer stumbling back, while the copper-colored droid continued forward, ready to plow with lethal intensity into the sorcerer. Before he could take another step, however, even as fast and precise as he was, he wasn’t able to move fast enough to avoid Bai Tza’s ice blast, which froze him securely in place.

“Statement: My mobility is impeded. Request: Get that frigid bitch.”

Ahsoka was there in moments, her light saber slicing through the ice holding HK securely to the ground, before she grabbed him, grunting softly as she put a bit of her psychic powers into her physical efforts, letting her drag the droid away from the field, before he was caught by a stray attack and shattered while the cold still left him brittle. Covering her retreat were Garrus and Jenny, the teen robot moving with incredible speed, even outpacing the coldly determined turian. With his blaster fire providing her with cover, keeping the other sorcerers from getting a bead on her, Jenny landed a fist in the middle of Bai Tza’s chest, sending her flying backward. The mighty Dai Gui charged her before she could land a final blow, but the incredible teen robot was already turning, grabbing the bull demon by his horns, and then flipping him over with her amazing strength.

“Bring it on!” she declared, looking around at Shendu as the towering dragon sorcerer glared at her.

“No,” he said, a cruel smirk playing across his features. “I think not.”

“Wh-eek!”

A massive hand suddenly descended, and Jenny Wakeman was encased in a meaty fist so powerful and so durable, not even her immense strength could free her.

“Let me go!”

“Mmm,” exclaimed Po Kong eagerly, smacking her lips. “You look delicious!”

“No!” screamed Jenny as she was lifted, then dangled over the gaping maw of the obscenely bloated mountain demon. “Stop! Don’t do that!”

As she struggled ineffectually against a power even greater than her own technology-fueled might, Jenny squeaked in shock as Po Kong sank her fingers into the plating covering Jenny’s body, and wrenched them away with almost comical ease. Sure enough, beneath those plates, it seemed that her designer had given her everything a healthy teenage girl should have, though her nipples looked like screw heads, and her labia and anus were flexible metal folds with a yielding inner lining of far softer material.

Having properly removed the “wrapper” of her meal, Po Kong once more lifted Jenny toward her gaping maw.

“Chun-Li,” Garrus barked out, his blaster fire ineffective against the massive green monster. “Tell me we’ve got that surprise you were hoping for.”

“M’ress!” yelled Chun-Li, turning to the rear of the group, where the copper-furred caitian was crouching, a stolen communication setup before her on the ground.

“I’ve got them, Lady Zang,” M’ress said, hope shining in her slitted, golden cat’s eyes. “I’ve got them on the comm! They say they’re coming! They say they’re…”

WHUMP!

“Here!”

[70% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures – rolled 45 – success #3!

Now it was time for the other side of the warehouse to go collapsing inward, this time the outer wall. At the front of the small squad now charging into the room, a bright pink mecha was foremost, its guns blazing. Po Kong grunted under the barrage of fire, and raised a single great hand, blocking the majority of the bolts. She then snorted disparagingly, and lifted Jenny once more, her expression showing just how determined she was: this time, Jenny was food.

“Go for it, Mei,” said a deep yet still feminine voice as a towering, muscular figure stepped through the smoke of the collapsed wall.

“Zarya’s right,” said a Texas-accented male voice. “We’ve gotcha covered. Now go save that girl.”

Garrus could just barely make out the figure that had been called Mei, and blinked in surprise: it was a rather cute but unassuming human of Asian descent (as the turian understood such regional variations), with large, thick glasses, and wearing a thick parka. How could this person possibly save Jenny?

The answer to his question, however, came almost immediately, as the parka-wearing girl jogged forward as fast as she could run, though it obviously fatigued her, from the way she was panting. As she raced toward Po, still lifting Jenny with ponderous slowness toward her maw, Mei pulled a large canister from her belt, and twisted its top, causing it to start to hum, and then to glow a bright blue. Almost at the base of the hulking mountain demon, Mei pulled her hand way back, then lobbed the glowing blue canister right into Po Kong’s gaping maw. Po blinked, her mouth snapping shut. Then she dropped Jenny, and Garrus was there in a heartbeat to catch the falling teen robot. An instant later, the massive green ogress had turned a pale blue, frozen solid.

“Works every time,” said Mei with a bright smile, and, surprisingly, no hint of smugness in her soft, shy voice.

In the midst of all the fighting, a lean-muscled wolfman came up behind the others, including the fuchia-haired and heavily-muscled woman, and the equally heavily-muscled horseman with cyborg arms and legs. In the werewolf’s hands was a large-caliber pistol, and unlike Zarya and whoever was driving the pink mecha, who seemed content to lay down a massive barrage of fire to keep the enemy from getting themselves together, or the big cyber-stallion, who seemed to love shooting off that big shotgun of his, the werewolf kept his shots close-spaced and precise as he advanced on Drago, who stood, arms raised, teeth grit as he held a magical shield in place. The werewolf was soon joined by a second figure, a black cat, who similarly aimed his shots with care, the two of them making Drago start to step backward, sweat trickling down his forehead as he continued resisting. The young demon sorcerer’s powers, however, were soon stretched to their uttermost limits as four human women, three Caucasian and one with dark chocolate skin, two dressed in green jumpsuits, one dressed in black armor plates, and the black woman wearing tight-fitting black clothes, joined the two furry shooters, adding their own small arms to the barrage, forcing Drago to put his entire concentration into holding his shield up. His final efforts, however, ended in vain, as, as fast as thought, a green-haired catgirl darted out of the strewn rubble, and raced right around Drago’s shield. Unable to move fast enough to redirect his powers, and certainly not daring with the deadly pistol shots before him, Drago couldn’t turn fast enough to prevent the smooth-skinned feline from leaping onto his back, and sinking a long, sharp dagger into his flesh.

The mecha pilot’s shots, as it turned out, weren’t random at all. As soon as Po Kong fell, and a distraction was no longer needed, and the moment Drago’s shield went down, the bright pink Mecha turned, and lay down a deadly barrage right into the middle of the remaining demon sorcerers. Zarya set her stance right next to the mecha, her heavy cannon blazing, and under that brutal assault, Xiao Fung and Bai Tza screamed and fell, smoking holes riddling their infernal flesh. Dai Gui, faster than his siblings, and more durable, plowed through the barrage, only to come face-to-head with the huge gun in the cyber-stallion’s hands.

“Say hello to Sarah Jane,” he said with a smirk, before pulling the trigger. With a loud retort, the bull demon went down.

“Time to retreat, I think, Shendu,” said Tso Lan as he saw his nephew, Drago, fall, starting to back toward what appeared to be a blank wall. To a demon sorcerer, however, the natural laws of physics were very often optional. “Shendu?”

Shendu, however, had already fled, using his fiery breath to burn a hole right through the wall that Tso had intended to use as a space to form a magic portal.

“Shendu!” roared the many-limbed sorcerer, suddenly losing his normally calm demeanor. “You filthy-!”

“Temper, good sir,” came a pleasant British-accented voice from behind Tso Lan. The insectile sorcerer looked down, and blinked at the sight of a handsome white mouse, sporting a black eyepatch, and wearing a white jumpsuit that clung to his slim, tightly-muscled body. “There’s no need to be impolite when you intend to kill a man, after all.”

“Kill me?” Tso Lan said with a low chuckle. “You?”

“Indeed.”

Faster than thought, faster even than Tso Lan thought possible, the white mouse kicked him hard in the solar plexus. While the demon sorcerer was still trying to regain his breath, and was double over, the mouse then held out a large, round, black bomb, and placed it in his hands.

“Godspeed,” said the mouse as he lit the fuse, and hurried out of range.

“I’ll get you for this, Shendu,” Tso Lan gasped out, right before the bomb went off.

[http://streetfighter.wikia.com/wiki/Cammy

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

http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/D.Va

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danger_Mouse_(1981_TV_series)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blacksad

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

http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Mei

http://hyper-police.wikia.com/wiki/Natsuki_Sasahar... and http://hyper-police.wikia.com/wiki/Batanen_Fujioka in https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyper_Police

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

http://bravestarr.wikia.com/wiki/Thirty/Thirty

http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Zarya]

“What a story this is gonna be!” came an obnoxious voice from the hole still dropping rubble onto the ground, while two flashbulbs went off, one from a quite small, brown-furred weasel with a broad, eager face, and the other held by what appeared to be…a koopa girl? How strange – apparently not all of them worked for Bowser. “Action, excitement, adventure, sex! It’s got everything!”

“Not now, Weekly, Kylie” said the black cat, holstering his pistol. “Right now, I think we’ve got some cleaning up to do.” He turned, and approached Chun-Li, extending his hand. “John Blacksad, at your service. Your regulars were a bit short-handed, so they pulled me in as well.”

[Kylie Koopa (http://www.mariowiki.com/Kylie_Koopa)]

“This is Channel Six news!” came another voice, this from an auburn-haired woman holding a portable camera in one hand, and a microphone in the other, who quickly stepped past the two photographers (Weekly snapping photos of the naked pop stars, while Kylie was snapping pictures of everything), and shoved that microphone into Chun-Li’s face. “Agent Chun-Li, what is your take on the events of this high-stakes night in the rear of the Jabba’s Palace casino?”

[http://turtlepedia.wikia.com/wiki/April_O%27Neil_(1987_TV_series)]

Coolly observing the cameras held by all the reporters somehow gathered there, and arching her eyebrow slightly at the sight of Alexa, the reportress who’d been saved from The Barn earlier that night [http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Alexa], the Chinese super-agent turned her accusing gaze toward Thirty-Thirty, who cleared his throat and scuffed his hooves, obviously more than a little embarrassed.

“We couldn’t very well deny the press,” he tried to explain. “Not when they had their own ship and all. Not quite sure where they found out we were heading here, though…”

“Besides,” said Danger Mouse, stepping up behind Chun-Li with a friendly smile. “Their equipment only has internal storage. None of them can transmit off-planet on their own. That should make it easy for you to censor whatever they get to keep.”

The faces of the reporters aghast at the very mention of the dreaded c-word, Chun-Li’s expression softened somewhat. She and Danger Mouse, at least, came from cultures that understood the importance of controlling what the public knew, and more importantly controlling the efforts of the press to break through those controls. Especially paparazzi like Weekly!

“I’ll have statements for you all soon,” said Chun-Li, putting on her best “public face.” “For now, please stand back, so we can properly secure the area, and ensure both that the rescued hostages are safe, and there are no further dangers on the premises.”

“Rather generous of you,” Garrus commented, even as he covered Jenny with a shred of tarpaulin he’d found on some crates nearby, just barely too fast for Weekly to get a shot of the teenage robot’s exposed breasts. “I’d have arrested them, then released them later, after confiscating all their equipment.”

“If it had only been the photographers,” Chun-Li admitted, “I would have. But April O’Neil and Alexa are known journalist personalities. Unless I had a very good reason, arresting them would result in a storm I don’t even like to contemplate.” She snapped her fingers. “There goes our budget for next year.”

“Heaven knows we’re stretched too thin as it is,” added one of the blonde women in green tights, this one sporting a red beret, her legs left bare, and showing camo-colored bodypaint. “Hey, Chun-Li. It’s been a while.”

“Cammy,” Chun-Li greeted the other woman, keeping her face neutral. When on duty, Chun-Li was entirely oriented on business, after all. Much as she and Cammy White had some “past,” right now the Chinese agent chose instead to focus on the needs of the present. The temptation to admire those long, shapely legs, though, was very strong.

Not commenting further, April O’Neil continued to quietly observe and record, setting up her camera on a tripod, so it could record unobtrusively while she moved around the scene, looking for an opportunity to step in and take a statement.

-

Shendu’s upper lip curled back as he ran from Jabba’s Palace. He would have to rendezvous with the last batch of slaves being sent out into the desert, the former agents who’d been captured, along with the last of the guards of the now-vacant Jabba’s Palace. There had only been a minimal crew left in the place, after all, enough to let the customers inside think everything was still up and running, enough to at least slow down any do-gooders that might invade. But Scales (Shendu hated to call him “general”) was a keen strategist, and he’d seen and understood the writing on the wall the moment Rocket Raccoon had staged his escape. Shendu and Drago had scoffed, feeling themselves invincible, which was why they’d remained behind with their demonic fellows, but all that meant was that they and the other Demon Sorcerers had ended up acting the role of a diversionary force, keeping the heroes inside delayed long enough for the slave caravan to get well and truly away.

Now Shendu was on the run. If he could make it to the caravan, he’d certainly be taken back into General Scales’ graces, thanks to the little surprise he’d prepared inside Jabba’s Palace. If that failed, he could always head below, into the sewers of Casino City. Down there, the Queen would surely take him in, and provide him with sanctuary. Provided he gave her suitable nourishment, of course, but there was plenty of that to be had right behind him, in Jabba’s Casino. Or, rather, there would be plenty…just as soon as Shendu activated his little surprise.

As demons from another dimension, of course, the demon sorcerers couldn’t really, truly die, at least not as mortals understood it. Instead, their physical bodies would soon dematerialize, returning to the dread dimension from whence they’d come. The place, however, was an effective prison, blocking them off from access to the mortal realm, and all its many bounties. Shendu knew he’d have to deal with his fellow sorcerers eventually, even that whelp Drago. They’d be more than upset that he’d actually made plans that relied on them “dying” on the mortal realm. Still, they’d forgiven him before, and Shendu had little doubt that they’d forgive him again.

Pink kryptonite, of course, was the answer. While there had been a little of the stuff in plain sight, in the use of Scales before his departure, to break in his prisoners and slaves, and by the demon sorcerers to wear down the wills of the Pussycats and the Holograms for their amusement, what was visible was only the tip of the proverbial demonberg.

Truth be told, Shendu had to thank the skaven for making his latest evil plan possible. Pink kryptonite, or substances that acted just like it, could be made in a variety of ways, and while Wile E. Coyote had discovered the most obvious methods of creating the stuff, Shendu had presented his problem to Clan Skryre [http://whfb.lexicanum.com/wiki/Clan_Skryre], and their most expert warpstone artificers had jumped to the task, intrigued. Their purpose, of course, had been the hope that they could turn human females into breeding stock for their own ratty armies, and Shendu hardly begrudged them this desire, so long as they delivered on their end of the bargain he struck. They did, and much more.

As it turned out, “pink kryptonite,” as Clan Skryre discovered by reverse-engineering the stuff, was composed of three essential elements. The first was a “base source,” a substance of intrinsic power and chaotic energy that could be tapped for the rest of the process. Red kryptonite was what Wile E. Coyote used, the unpredictable nature of that strange substance, as well as its obvious power, making it a perfect vehicle for the rest of the process. The warpstone so beloved by the skaven (and by the Queen’s people as well), however, was similarly chaotic in nature, and though it wasn’t as efficient a base as red kryptonite, it could serve quite well. After the base source, there needed to be a potent emotional energy source, to “aspect” the base source. Wile E. Coyote had used Bowser’s and Shere Khan’s decadent orgies as his source of aspecting, as well as all the activities of a certain blue vixen, until she’d grown bored and decided to depart for elsewhere. Not even Bowser was able to keep up with that Cerinian wench, to say nothing of Wile E. and Shere Khan! For Shendu’s purposes, however, the Queen was quite willing to ally herself with the skaven, as both their goals were not, in fact, mutually incompatible. Finally, a catalyst was required, derived from the essence of a living creature of special potency…and corrupting power. Wile E. Coyote had used the blood of Malefor as his primary catalyst, as Malefor had a special talent for corrupting others, such as his beautiful young protégé, Cynder, and even the handsome dragon’s whelp, Spyro. Shendu, thankfully, had an ample supply of such catalyst at his disposal: his own fellow demon sorcerers!

Little did anyone know, the burrowing skaven had long ago discovered a massive chunk of warpstone directly beneath Casino City, the source of the chaotic energy that had originally inspired the City’s founders to settle there. Little did Jabba know, before being deposed by Scales (though Scales knew just as little about it), the skaven had been channeling the energies accumulated by the Queen from the carnal activities above into that chunk of warpstone for years now. Little did the demon sorcerers, or the foolish heroes who’d just vanquished them, know, Shendu had carefully inserted a potent device into each of his fellow demon sorcerers, a device as much technological as magical. And little did any of those poor fools realize: Shendu had the detonator for those devices in his hand right that moment!

Wile E. Coyote had made the devices as a sort of detonator for pink kryptonite, a “final option” for when everything else was going poorly, and Shendu had stolen them the last time he’d been with Scales at the headquarters of the Council of Evil. Volatilizing pink kryptonite was a risky proposition, to say the least, since the effects were more than a little unpredictable. Right then, however, Shendu felt the potential to destroy his enemies was more than worth the risk. And who knew – he might even gain enough power in the process to bring his fellow demon sorcerers back from their prison dimension. As soon as they dematerialized, the warpstone below would turn into pink kryptonite – all of it, enough to affect…honestly, there was no way of telling how far the effects would go! Then Shendu would press the button on the detonator, right at the moment of demonic dematerializing, sending a jolt of force along with the catalytic powers of the demons, and just like that, the pink kryptonite would become volatile, its effects reaching every part of the planet, at least. All it took was another minute or two, and then…

WHOMP!

Ugh! Shendu went flying back, his focus on his internal monologue having blinded him to what was taking place right before him. He hadn’t even managed to get more than a very short jog away from Jabba’s Palace, and if he wasn’t going to be caught in the blast he expected to follow, he needed to be a lot farther away! But that wasn’t possible now: right in front of Shendu stood the towering figure of Zeno, with Leatherhead beside him, and several others flanking him, including the three “slavegirls” that had been with Zeno, Misty, May, and Dawn, but who were obviously more than they’d seemed, as they were brandishing stolen blasters (though, it was true, they didn’t look like they really knew how to use them). Shendu also recognized Garr, that bar scum who’d been hanging around Jabba’s Palace looking for work, but was too frightening of aspect for any of Jabba’s goons to risk approaching him, while Scales had been too busy to hire more mercenaries.

[http://bof.wikia.com/wiki/Garr]

More than that, however, Shendu saw that Zeno and Leatherhead had been busy freeing some of the “strays” that had been left behind in the slave pens, due to uncertainty on where they should be sent, like the digimon, Guilmon, and his companion, Takato Matsuki. Normally, digimon would be sent for reprogramming, or sent to the Pokémon breeding pits, but with a trainer bonded to them, this proved almost impossible. Simply sending Takato off with the other slaves might have caused Guilmon untold damage, rendering him useless for the villains’ purposes, so that wasn’t really an option, either. So the pair had been forgotten in a holding cell, until time had simply run out, and they’d been left there while everyone else was removed to other locations. With them were other slaves of Jabba’s Palace, overlooked in the shuffle, like the twi’lek, Vanessa, the gran, Phoda Reirbaps, and the cragmoloid, Pador, as well as that chambermaid, Lifts-Her-Tail, that had been so good at her job…but who only seemed willing to clean rooms that were occupied, and took so very long in her job. They, like the three human slavegirls, were sporting blasters, and looked a great deal more competent with them. More worrying to Shendu, however, there were former prisoners as well, like the ninjas Yuffie Kisaragi, Venus de Milo, and Mona Lisa, along with the commando Scarlett, Pumyra the Thundarian, the agent Kitty Catswell, and the bestial powerhouses Kimahri Ronso and Nanaki, who’d been intended for transfer to Wile E. Coyote’s sciences division. This bothered Shendu greatly, because these prisoners had been expressly given to someone for interrogation. Someone trusted. Someone who everyone knew as…

“Baroness!”

[http://turtlepedia.wikia.com/wiki/Mona_Lisa

http://turtlepedia.wikia.com/wiki/Venus_de_Milo]

It was indeed the Baroness, accompanied by her friends, the Contessa, and Naga, the White Serpent. She’d betrayed them! That was the only explanation for her presence there, and so many prisoners that were supposed to be in her custody now free and ready for combat action.

“Hello, Shendu,” said the Baroness with a sultry smile, stepping in front of Zeno and Leatherhead, who’d been ready to hit the demon sorcerer again, her hips swaying enticingly, her muscled rump flexing beneath the tight leather and ceramic-plated battle armor she wore. “You needn’t bother, boys,” she said casually to the pair immediately behind her. “Shendu isn’t any use as a prisoner, I promise you. He knows we can’t really kill him, only send him back to that prison plane he calls home.” Her round glasses gleamed with light, obscuring her eyes, as she turned her attention back to the draconic demon sorcerer on the ground before her. “Let me speed you on your way,” she said, raising her blaster pistol, and leveling it at his chest.

“Goodbye, Baroness,” sneered Shendu, grunting as he felt the bolt of hardened particles penetrate his heart, only an instant before he pressed the detonator in his hand.

Blowing across the muzzle of her blaster, the Baroness glanced back at the others with her, ignoring the glare she got from Scarlett – the red-headed commando did not like her former owner one bit.

“Come,” she said, then started forward, toward the hole in the side of Jabba’s Palace that Shendu had initially used to escape. “Let us acquaint ourselves with our new companions.”

Hardly anyone noticed the slight tremor that ran through the entire planet.

[Pregnancy chances are now increased to 25%, and female characters and groups now have another 5% removed from their chances at success; males are stronger, but also addled by lust, making their chances at combat and similar power-based activities increase by 5%, but their ability to do anything else decreases by 10%. Mixed teams have no reduction in success chances, but have a steadily-increasing chance to forget everything else, and start screwing each other (some characters will be more willing than others). The base chance of this happening is 20%, increasing by 5% every scene in which they appear, and resetting to 0% after consummation.]

*

“You sure you’re all right with coming with us?” Kim Possible asked the cute tigerboy following behind them, then blushed as she realized the potential double-entendre of her words. “I mean, you’re all right with being with…I mean…!”

“We’re glad to have you,” giggled Katt, reaching back to give Kogenta a scritch behind one ear, which he leaned into.

“Thanks,” answered Kogenta with a bright smile. “I’ve been stuck in this place so long, I’ve kind of forgotten everything else.”

“So you know your way around?” Kim asked eagerly, far more concerned with destinations and goals than the more scatterbrained woren girl. Of course, this should have been obvious to any casual observer: Katt didn’t even bother remembering to wear pants!

“I can take you to most places in Castlevania,” Kogenta assured Kim. “But, well…”

“But what?” asked Kim, frowning.

“Where we are right now,” Kogenta continued, looking unhappy, “it’s not safe. There’s some sort of ritual taking place, and all sorts of sacrificial victims have been gathered there. And then there’s…Her.” Kim started to ask about “Her,” but the look in Kogenta’s eyes stopped her. “I don’t know how long we can go before we’re found. Maybe if we went back outside through one of the windows…”

“No,” said a deep, growling voice from directly behind the trio. “That will not save you now.”

[Rangetsu (https://anidb.net/perl-bin/animedb.pl?show=charact...)

http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Weretiger

http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Were-Panther]

They’d let themselves get distracted, and Kim cursed herself even as she snapped up the silverload pistol she’d looted from the castle’s treasury. However fast she was, however, the hulking black tiger before her was faster. A lot faster, as it turned out, as even with her enhanced, vulpine reflexes, he knocked her pistol aside, then took a step back, giving him the advantage of distance, his long arms easily able to reach Kim Possible, while Kim had to fight hard to get in close enough just to strike at him with her legs. One of those kicks was too slow by half, and instantly, the teen vixen found herself flipped onto her blue-furred butt.

Yowling in fury at the ambush, Katt was beset on all sides by werecats, Kogenta at her back. There were so many of them! Against such numbers, and with foes of such quality, it was inevitable when Katt’s staff was seized, jerking her forward onto all-fours. Kogenta held out a few moments longer, but then the mighty black tiger stepped forward, catching one of the smaller white tigerboy’s punches in a huge hand, then twisting the tigerboy down to the ground with a judo lock.

“Rangetsu!” Kogenta called out, naming the leader of their attackers. “There is a better way! I felt as you do, needed to serve as you serve. But now…now I feel free.” His slitted cat’s eyes flicked to Kim and Katt, who were even then surrounded by werecats, their bodies swiftly laid bare by strong, clawed hands. “They freed me, made me come back to myself. You don’t have to serve Her anymore, Rangetsu. You can join me in freedom.”

“Freedom is an illusion,” stated the tigerman, casually reaching down, and shredding the tigerboy’s pants, baring his blue-striped bottom and plump white sheath. “And my mistress has demanded suitable sacrifices for the ritual.”

[65% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures, rolled 93% - failure #1 – new chance of success 60%]

Forced along with their wrists bound behind their backs by strange silver chains, their bodies once again completely naked, Kim heard Katt squeak and occasionally mewl behind her quite regularly as one or more of the werebeasts caressed and squeezed her shapely striped bottom, and occasionally worked their strong fingers into the snug cleft between her legs. In all honesty, Kim couldn’t blame them: Katt had a very nice bottom. So did Kogenta, if the truth were known, and she could hardly begrudge the way the werecats molested the tigerboy’s bottom and dangling bits. On the other hand, they seemed intent on doing the same to her, and after all the times Kim had been gang-banged by big-cocked monsters, however good it might feel to have skilled hands caressing her dainty foxbutt, or digging into her delicate folds, matting the blue fur to either side with her juices, Kim had just about had enough of these sex-crazed furries! At least Rangetsu wasn’t involved in the general molestation. Instead, he was leading the group, his eyes focused forward, seemingly oblivious to the naughtiness going on behind him. Hmmm, and Kim had to admit, his butt was about as good as Kogenta’s, in its own way. Kogenta’s buns were rounded, almost feminine, an impression accentuated by his slender hips. Rangetsu’s, on the other paw, were solid and muscular, and distinctly masculine in nature. Kim kinda wished he wasn’t wearing that silly blue kilt-thing, because she was just dying to know if his balls were white-striped like the rest of his black-furred body.

As they began descending stairs, Kim’s ears perked as she heard the distinct sounds of moaning. There were soft, feminine pleas for mercy, followed soon after by deep, cruel laughter, and then the high-pitched wail of an innocent girl being violated. Soon, however, those cries were muffled as well, and the snarls and grunts of savage, feral males eclipsed all but the loudest of girlish cries. Swallowing nervously, and doing her best to ignore the needy tingle between her legs, pressing her thighs tightly together, Kim decided she had a pretty good idea what sort of “sacrifices” were taking place down there.

She was right, of course. After a short trip down a circular tunnel, she and her two friends stepped out into the bright light of a room filled with the smoke of strange, exotic incense. At the center of the room, the dominant feature, was a…a dragon?! Kim’s eyes went wide as she saw the copper-scaled dragon lying there on his back, massive chains shackling him, spread-eagle, to the floor. Kim knew the dragon was a “him” immediately because his tapering, ridged penis was standing at full attention from his genital slit, and he had a look of tense defiance on his face as a slender, flat-chested girl with purple hair and bat’s wings – a succubus! – ground herself against the underside of that magnificent male organ, rubbing her cleft against the fleshy ridges there, while kissing and nibbling the heavily-seeping tip.

[http://dragonheart.wikia.com/wiki/Draco

http://darkstalkers.wikia.com/wiki/Lilith]

All around the dragon, a scene of rampant forced debauchery was taking place. Try as she might, Kim couldn’t resist looking through the smoky haze, catching sight of smooth, supple skin being held down by strong, savage bestial creatures. There were wolves among the creatures running the show, some of them the more natural-seeming wolves like Lupe or Balto, but others the monstrous lycans, their bodies twisted from some other shape into their present wolflike forms. Held tightly in their clutches were delicate, fine-bodied creatures, smooth-skinned and beautiful to behold. They were also quite small, none of them taller than Kim’s chest, not even the males.

…wait, males?

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Wolf_Arrowmen

http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Lycanthrope

Cutter (http://elfquest.com/cutter/)

Ember (http://elfquest.com/ember/)

Leetah (http://elfquest.com/leetah/)

Rayek (http://elfquest.com/rayek/)

Skywise (http://elfquest.com/skywise/)

Sunstream (http://elfquest.com/sunstream/)]

Yes, males, though they had high-pitched voices like a human female, which they raised high as the wolves kneaded their supple bottoms, then spread them wide, letting them work their tongues into the tightly-bound elfin men. They were positioned on all-fours around the dully copper-scaled dragon, a handsome blonde specimen with a gorgeously-toned body next to a pale, silver-haired beauty of a male to one side, and a tan-skinned, red-haired female on his other side. Nearby, facing the first three, were three more, the one in the middle a dark-haired, tan-skinned beauty, while the small ones next to him were obviously children of the blonde- and red-haired couple just across from them, their features so similar, and yet also unique to themselves.

“Best elfpussy yet!” laughed one of the hood-wearing wolves, one hand resting on the younger of the two elfgirls’ pert, firm bottom, before quickly ducking his head back down, growling in eagerness as he filled the air with her sweet cries and the sounds of luscious elfjuices flowing.

“Her brother’s as tight as any female,” growled the one rimming the blonde-haired, tan-skinned elfboy on the opposite side of the tanned, dark-haired male, before squeezing a finger into the boy’s rump, making him wail loudly, his eyes and mouth wide, even as his smooth penis started to spurt. “Heh, cums easy, too.”

“F-father!” wailed the girl. “Father, they’re…”

“No talking, elfslut!” snarled another wolf, stalking forward and seizing her long red tresses, before force-feeding his swollen red member between her Cupid’s bow lips, the very mirror of her mother’s. “That’s better,” he growled in contentment, working his hips slowly, giving the elfgirl plenty of time to start sucking on his shaft, rather than choking her.

Proceeding further into the room, Kim could see five slender, blonde girls with wings. Three of them were similar, but two were quite different. One was the black-winged Nina, cast after her cruel deflowering not back to the headquarters of the Council of Evil, but to another part of Castlevania, here to suffer in this perverse ritual. The other was a waifish little thing, looking more than a little starved, her “wings” actually strange red protrusions from her back, lacking any feathers, her eyes large and plaintiff as she, like all four of her fellow Windian girls, was being slowly rutted. This smallest winged girl had her hands pressed against the broad chest of a massive, bull-headed humanoid, who was grunting deeply as he pressed her back against one of the Grecian-style pillars near the middle of the room, his obscenely massive penis stretching her beyond the point of possibility as he took her slowly. Every so often, she would moan, her fingers tensing against his chest, before another gout of cum would erupt from her already thoroughly-stuffed cunny. Other minotaurs or hulking rhinomen were spitroasting or triplestuffing or sandwiching the other girls named Nina, using their fluffy wings as convenient handholds.

Nearby, the young princess, Calla, had her arms firmly in the grip of a massive rhinoman, while a pigman snuffled and slurped on her cunny, making her shudder, her teeth tightly grit as she shook her head, obviously desperately resisting the pleasure the two hulking males were forcing on her. The struggle, however, was obviously in vain, for in moments, she cried out, her whole body arching upward, held down only by the rhino’s hands on her wrists, and the pigman’s on her thighs. Closer to the middle, a heavyset wolf grinned down at Eilonwy, on her knees before him, her eyes vacant, showing how her mind had been broken. The naked blonde princess obediently bobbed her head at the grinning wolf’s guiding hand on her head, her much-smaller hands resting on his thighs, while copious cum leaked from her well-stretched quim and anus.

[http://bof.wikia.com/wiki/Nina – all five

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Rhino_Guards

http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Minotaur

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bebop_and_Rocksteady

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

And there, at the center, as the smoke cleared slightly, Kim Possible saw Her.

[http://elfquest.com/winnowill/]

She was tall, stately, beautiful, her skin pale, her hair dark as the edges of a nightmare, the feathers of a peacock adorning what was already close to perfection, a sheer black dress flowing down her elegant body. Near her, bound to one of the pillars, was a big-bellied panda, his eyes wide as he watched her, as much aroused as scared out of his mind, his thick black penis standing at full erection, though it was obvious he was really wishing he wasn’t so turned-on right then. Next to him, a girl with bright red curls looked on at the orgy with calm eyes, as though she were mentally in a place that could not be reached, not even by atrocity. Of them all, only the tall elven woman, and the redheaded human girl were still clothed. At Her feet, cowered a small pink pig, her blue eyes wide with horror as she watched the erotic tableau playing out before her in the rest of the room. She was slightly plump, but pretty, and seemed to be terribly embarrassed at lacking a stitch of clothing to cover her delicate pink skin.

[http://kungfupanda.wikia.com/wiki/Po

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

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Hen_Wen]

“You see what comes of resisting me?” asked the Woman, casually running a hand down the panda’s chest, though her question was obviously directed toward the dragon. “You see how hopeless it was from the very beginning to even think you had a chance against me. Now you see…but too late.”

“I…will never yield…to evil,” growled the dragon through clenched jaws, and Kim couldn’t even imagine how long he must have held himself on the edge of orgasm, resisting the purple-haired succubus girl’s every effort. “You…won’t…win, Winnowill!”

“I do so love to hear your voice, Draco,” said Winnowill, finally turning to glance at him with a subtle smile on her porcelain face. “So smooth on the ears. No wonder that Maleficent desires you. But I have you, not her, and I will use you as I please.”

She motioned with two fingers, exerting on the minimum of effort to make her will done, and two columns of the hulking rhinos came marching out of the darkness beyond Kim’s sight, a great chain held by each column. As they came closer, she could see that each of these two chains led to shackles firmly fastened to two vast figures. One of these figures was a brilliant blue dragoness (her sex obvious because of her eyes, which were so very feminine). The other was a woman, pale, with an elfin face and long hair like pure snow. She was naked, and even her blushes at being seen without clothes seemed so very pale.

[http://darksouls.wikia.com/wiki/Crossbreed_Priscil...

http://inheritance.wikia.com/wiki/Saphira]

“My enemies are at my feet,” Winnowill continued, motioning toward the elves being wolfraped, every one of them now being spitroasted, while the two females newly brought in were shackled by their thighs and wrists to greater chains leading up toward the unseen rafters. The rhinos pulled hard on their chains, and dragoness and giantess lifted into the air, legs splayed, exposing their delicate female parts, the blue dragoness’ slit obviously far smaller and more snug even than the elfin giantess’. “And my ascension to true power is nigh. You have refused giving me your power freely, Draco of the dragons. Now I will take what you would not give. Behold,” she rested a hand on the pig’s head, making the poor young sow shudder, her lower lip trembling. “Hen Wen has revealed to me how I can defile you…by having you defile a princess of the dragons, Saphira, of the purest blood, and a princess of the gods, Priscilla, she who knows the secrets of slaying her sires and their kin. Only one question now remains,” she added with a dramatic pause, motioning the purple-haired succubus aside as she smiled, the expression so wintry cold, it chilled right to the bone. “Which of them should be deflowered first?”

Now Kim could see the tracks of the chains, close enough to look straight up, and realize that both large females could be slid forward, to position them over Draco’s proud, upthrust organ. In that position, it would be a simple matter to lower the chosen female down, to her doom.

Rangetsu took another step forward, and then waited by the dais on which Draco was positioned, and on which Winnowill stood, with her specially-selected prisoners. Winnowill paused, then turned, her expression only mildly annoyed, though even that emotion quickly vanished from her inscrutable face.

“What is it?” she asked coldly.

“We have taken more sacrifices for you, oh great Lady,” said Rangetsu, kneeling before her. “Just like all we, your servants, brought the elves, the Windians, the dragons and giantess, the pig, and the panda.”

“So I see,” Winnowill admitted, letting her cold eyes play across Kim Possible, Katt, and Kogenta, making all three of them shudder at the touch of that icy gaze. “They are acceptable, I suppose. You desire the woren girl?” She waited until Rangetsu nodded, ever so slightly. “Then she is yours. The other two may be thrown to the wolves. You and your warriors have done well: you may amuse yourselves with the carnal delights now available.”

Kim felt herself being pushed forward, felt a hard ball form in the pit of her stomach. But not before a sudden realization hit her: Rangetsu hadn’t said anything about the vermillion-haired human girl up on the dais! Flashing her green eyes up, Kim blinked in surprise to see that the girl wasn’t there anymore. She’d vanished!

[60% chance of success, rolled 31 – success #1 – new chance of success 65%]

Amy Sorel, actually, wasn’t exactly human, at least not in the strictest of senses. Her “father,” Raphael Sorel, was a vampire, and he’d passed a little of his blood to her. Not enough to make her a true vampire, but enough that she could use some of their powers. Such as being able to pass unnoticed. In this fashion, she’d slipped free of the guards that had been taking her to meet Dracula.

While wandering the halls of Castlevania, Amy had come upon another lost soul, a small and pretty ground squirrel girl with hair almost the same color as her own, though her blue eyes were a contrast to Amy’s green ones. The poor girl had been raped, and recently, and only barely escaped from horrible creatures that had intended to do far worse to her. Alone and scared, the girl – a princess, actually – named Sally Acorn had been more than willing to ally herself with Amy Sorel in that dark place.

After escaping Dracula, Amy soon overheard the talk of the monstrous creatures of Castlevania, and both she and Sally shadowed them, learning more. Dracula was enacting a great ritual, capturing dragons, summoning them with an irresistible magical call powered by the blood of virgins. Already four dragons had been drawn to him, one of whom had joined him, while the other three would serve as catalysts for the magic that would summon his true desire: Alduin.

Obviously, Amy and Sally could not allow that to happen.

With all this other talk, the two quietly snooping girls also overheard talk of another dark power in that dark place, Winnowill, a terrible creature, who had feigned submission to the Lord of Darkness, then stolen a dragon that had been intended for delivery to Dracula’s doorstep. One of the great dragons of heroism, in fact, Draco, who had founded many knightly orders on as many different worlds, all dedicated to the upholding of true chivalric ideals. Even as Amy and Sally observed from the shadows, Winnowill managed the theft of a second great dragon, Saphira, intending to use the deflowering of the maiden dragoness to garner immense power for herself. The orgy in Winnowill’s chambers was to set the tone, charging the air with the necessary power for the ritual to come. Fortunately for both Amy and Sally, it also meant that Winnowill’s guards (many of whom were compelled into her service through her vast powers of mind control) weren’t paying much attention to the comings and goings of two teenage girls. When Rangetsu returned with his three prizes, their lack of attention suddenly became complete.

Now was the time to act.

[65% chance of success, rolled 4 – success #2 – new chance of success 70%]

Holding her portable AI, Nicole, over one of the piles of incense near a glowing brazier, Sally quickly determined that Winnowill had a variety of drugs at her disposal. Right now, she was burning ones intended to induce arousal (and Sally had to admit, it was very hard to think right then). But there were other incenses in the mix, and Sally only needed a short while to determine the exact mixture needed for her purposes. Namely, putting the guards to sleep.

Lilith was the first to notice, frowning as she stepped up next to her mistress.

“Lady Winnowill,” she said urgently, pointing to the billowing clouds of smoke now starting to pour forth from the braziers.

Winnowill frowned, then gestured once, with her entire hand. That simple gesture was enough to blast the smoke from the room, leaving Sally Acorn exposed, standing at the edge of the chamber, just barely beyond the reach of the soporific incense she’d concocted. Everyone who’d been caught in that smoke, however, friend or foe, was fast asleep. Winnowill now only had the rhino guards who’d been with her on the dais, Lillith, and her personal powers. Which were considerable.

“You dare much, little fool,” she intoned majestically, stepping down from the dais and advancing toward the young princess. “But there are harsh penalties for daring much, and failing.” Her lips turned up in a cruel, cruel smile. “And I will teach every one of them to you, slowly.”

“I don’t think so,” said Sally Acorn, taking a step back despite herself, Winnowill’s presence too frightening for her to resist the impulse, even as the terrible Lady wasn’t that close yet. “I think you’re the one who’s going to learn a harsh lesson. One about trying to take slaves. Especially when those slaves…are dragons.”

“Lady Winnowill!” yelled Lilith, suddenly turning, just in time to see Amy Sorel step up to the chain holding Draco’s neck down. The young succubus rushed forward through the air (her kind hardly needed to obey the laws of mere gravity), but she was far too late: Amy Sorel’s keen silver rapier had already fallen, snapping through the chain with magical force.

[70% chance of success, rolled 7 – success #3!]

Instantly, Draco’s head reared up, his jaws parted wide as he let out gouts of searing fire. Instantly Lilith turned and curled her wings around her lithe body, letting the fire wash over and around her while she waited it out, while Winnowill spun, lifting her hands, bringing the cone of flaming death to a halt. But as powerful as she was, not even Winnowill could turn back the flame of a dragon as powerful as Draco, and slowly, but steadily, the searing inferno drew ever closer to her.

“You will pay for this effrontery,” she said coldly, her words directed at once to Sally behind her, and Amy before, even though the vermillion-haired teen seemed to ignore the threat, her blade cutting through another chain, freeing Draco’s left foretalon. “Mark my words: you will pay. To me, my loyal followers,” she continued, as calm as though she were not about to be engulfed in fires of death. “Never let it be said that Winnowill abandoned those who served her loyally.”

Instantly, most of the creatures in the room vanished. The Sherriff of Nottingham was among them, as were the rhinos, the were-beasts, the wolves, the minotaurs, and the young succubus, Lilith. Of course, Winnowill was the first to disappear from sight. Sally Acorn blinked in some surprise, noticing that the two mutants, Bebop and Rocksteady (for it was a princess’ place to know as much as possible about those whom she might meet, whether of high station or low, and Nicole had an immense database of dossiers, which Sally read regularly) were among those left behind, as was Rangetsu. A moment’s reasoning puzzled out why they were still there: she’d only taken those who were loyal to her of their own free will. Whatever the ones left behind might be like without her control over them, they had indeed been in her power, and thus not easily taken with her. Whether this included Lilith, though, was uncertain: succubi (and angels, of which Lilith derived half her powers) could teleport on their own.

“If it isn’t too much trouble,” came the mental voice of the blue dragoness, Saphira, “could you please get us down from here?”

“Oh!” exclaimed Sally. “Yes, of course.”

Sally Acorn immediately leapt to work, but, in all honesty, she wasn’t that strong, and not even with Amy to help her could she budge the great winches. Draco wasn’t much help – he was too drained by the rituals to even rise from his place on the floor, and Po wasn’t much better, not after Winnowill had touched him, siphoning off a heavy portion of his life’s essence with that simple brief contact (and belying just how dangerous she could be, if a mere touch could leave someone as big as Po barely able to stand on his own). With the smoke gone, however, it was only a matter of time before the others revived, and soon, the mighty Bebop and Rocksteady put their strength to work, lowering Saphira and Priscilla gently to the floor.

“Am I glad to see you,” said Kim Possible, putting a friendly hand on Amy Sorel’s shoulder (for, even turned into a furry herself, she still identified first with humans).

“There are evil works afoot,” answered Amy calmly, her face remaining mostly neutral. “What else can we do but thwart them?”

“Uh…” Kim said, blinking, obviously not expecting that sort of a reaction.

“What she means is,” Katt chipped in, hopping enthusiastically up onto the dias, swinging her staff around vigorously, “is we’ve got a lot of evil butt still left to kick!”

Choices

*Superstation

Please choose one of the following – the winner may exclude the others

1) The Hordeswomen and Hordesmen join up and assault our combined heroes –

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

2) The Chimera assault our heroines while our heroes are busy with Swift Wind –

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

3) The Chimera come for everyone, heroes and Horde villains team up –

(60% chance of success, best of 3)

*Desert City

Additional Vote: Should Mona Lisa be her 80’s or more recent incarnation?

a) The Pokemon Trade – What happens next? –

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

b) Shendu’s plan takes effect (an orgy; Sly Cooper, Mirage, and others will join, Rajah will be thawed out, 70% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

c) Fate of the slaves (a Villains scene) –

d) 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

*Castlevania

A) Alphys, Doggo, and Undyne get seduced (Dante gets girlhumped) –

B) Spidergasm –

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

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

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

D) Exploring the Jungles of Rage –

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

E) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs –

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

F) King Sombra arrives (a Villains scene; the fate of Princess Cadence and Shining Armor revealed, and Twilight Sparkle has a 50% chance of losing her virginity)