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Vote Tallies

*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 – 2

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

2) The Chimera assault our heroines while our heroes are busy with Swift Wind – 3

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

3) The Chimera come for everyone, heroes and Horde villains team up – 4 – team up!

(60% chance of success, best of 3)

Immediate Character Additions

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

SWATKats (T-Bone and Razor – http://swatkats.info/) – 3

Sylvia (http://wanderoveryonder.wikia.com/wiki/Sylvia) – 4

*Desert City

Additional Vote: Should Mona Lisa be her 80’s or more recent incarnation? - 0/3

a) The Pokémon Trade – What happens next? – 3 – what’s Scooby doing?

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

b) Shendu’s plan takes effect – 2

(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) – 2

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 – 3

-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 – 1

Immediate Party Additions:

Henry Wong (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Henry\_Wong) – 4

Lopmon (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Lopmon) – included with Terriermon

Rouge the Bat (http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Rouge\_the\_Bat) – 4

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

*Castlevania

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

B) Spidergasm – 3 – a bit of fun on the side

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

C) Meeting Aeon Calcos, Castlevania and Jungle tour guide – 1

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

D) Exploring the Jungles of Rage – 1

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

E) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs – 2

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

F) King Sombra arrives – 3

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

Immediate Party Additions

Eerie and Yossi (http://kainsword-kaijin.deviantart.com/journal/TELEMONSTER-Korean-Cartoon-586191668) – 0

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

*Character cleanup starts – ongoing

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

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

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

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

Duke, Captain N’s Dog – 1

Easter Bunny (male or female?) – 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poison (http://streetfighter.wikia.com/wiki/Poison) – 1

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

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

SWATKats (T-Bone and Razor, http://swatkats.info/) – 5 – they’re locked and loaded

Tank Girl and Booga (http://tankgirl.wikia.com/wiki/Tank\_Girl and http://tankgirl.wikia.com/wiki/Booga) – 2

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

Toralei Stripe (http://monsterhigh.wikia.com/wiki/Toralei\_Stripe) – 1

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

Winston (http://overwatch.gamepedia.com/Winston) – 5 – appears in the Jungle

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) – 1

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 (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

Vitani/Shenzi – 7 – in the Jungle

Vitani/Kiara – 7 – the mighty Jungle

Fluttershy/Toriel – 1

Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania – 1

Advance pregnancies (baby bumps all around) – in progress

Toriel/Asriel/Tails – 7 – a Ship scene

Sif/Wolf Link/Midna – 8 – wuffing to come

Widowmaker teams with Nova One to escape (they will leave the Chopping Block) – 7 – now an option

Brooklyn/Firebrand – 3

Pyramid Casino characters (Sly, Mirage, etcetera) come back into action – 7 – an option now

Matt the Anubian keeps Ron Stoppable as a pet – 7 – Ron’s getting a collar

Renamon reprograms her egg – 8 – this will take place

Draco/Saphira – 2

Khida/Thepa Elite Incest – 2

Wile E. Coyote sets up a sexual obstacle course/booby trap – 3

Author Notes

Finally, included because of October’s end: https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1220254

And yes, I am on a Dark Nek0gami kick. Though that may not be such a bad thing.

UFC Entry 41

Taun We still struggled, but weakly now, even feebly. Around her “ankles” (actually the length of her foot, thanks to her digitigrade stance) were glowing bands of energy, solid light easily holding her to the smooth, softly glowing tabletop beneath her, many strange symbols visible within its crystalline depths. Similar bands of solid light held her slender wrists, but that was all that was holding her down, giving her plenty of room to squirm. And Mewtwo wanted her to squirm!

[https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=194772 – what I believe kaminoans look like under the clothes

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/3734 - an unofficial closeup

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14962197/ - kaminoan f/f fun]

“Please,” begged the helpless kaminoan in tones that were strained, quite unlike the usual calm of her race, her voice catching sharply as Mewtwo’s thick, blunt fingers stroked down the lower half of her belly, then her exquisitely smooth pubis, and finally reached the delicate star of her alien quim. Of course, she was already wet, after everything her captor had already done to her. “Please, leave me my mind. I’ll do anything you want, give you anything I can, if only you’ll leave me that.”

“Foolish female,” Mewtwo scoffed, the words forming directly in her mind, bypassing the language centers, even as he forced a digit into her swollen sex, making her large, pale pupils dilate, her mouth parting in a loud gasp. “I have already extracted everything I wanted from your feeble brain. The secrets of altering human wombs to be compatible with whatever offspring is desired,” as he said this, he motioned with his other hand towards the rows of humans, the girls of Teams Aqua and Magma, their faces slack, their eyes empty of emotion. Each of them was naked now, and all were sporting substantial bulges in their bellies as they were held upright by thick metal restraints. Occasionally one of the girls would cry out, then start to shudder uncontrollably, before her vagina would dilate, and a large egg would drop onto a padded “cradle” below. Almost as soon as the poor girl finished giving birth, glowing techno-wands would stroke over her, regeneration beams swiftly healing her much-abused flesh, tightening her gaped pussy back to almost virgin snugness. And almost as soon as she was healed, one or more of Mewtwo’s Pokémon servitors, whether houndooms and houndours, tauros, or one of his massive machamps, nidokings, or rhydons taking a break from studding the upended kangaskhans secured on all-fours nearby, would step into place, and make the poor girl squeal as his thick member filled her to the brim, stretching her right to the limits of all endurance as the male would hump the helpless, mindbroken human girl into oblivion, finally impregnating her with a deep, masculine grunt as the savage anthromon came inside, making sure not to waste a single drop of precious pokeseed.

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

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

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

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

Of course, that was only when the dittos weren’t hard at work. Those tentacle sexblobs were insatiable!

“A fully-stocked breeding facility,” continued Mewtwo, motioning around the room, which was indeed filled with the very best of equipment imaginable, including numerous incubators for the poke-eggs that regularly hatched, spilling out still more pokemorphs, the products of the forbidden union of humans and Pokémon. “Training facilities,” and another motion of his free hand indicated the chambers beyond a glass wall, where electrodes attached to the heads and bodies of pokemorphs filled them with all the memory and body knowledge they would need, while physical education facilities nearby allowed them to practice what they learned. “And even, when I feel the need for them, your race’s much-prized cloning apparatus.” A cruel sneer spread across Mewtwo’s face as he started working his fingers faster within poor Taun We, making her juices spill out onto the table beneath her, while her back and hips raised, arching, all the muscles of her body tensing as Mewtwo’s mind easily forced its way into her own, manipulating the pleasure centers of her being with the same expert skill as a concert musician plucking the strings. “You even provided me with this magnificent penis, giving me a proper sex…and the very tool with which I will finally break you,” he added finally, lowering his other hand to Taun We’s brow, pressing the fingers gently into the soft, delicate white skin. “No, I think I will not let you keep your mind, my dear kaminoan beauty. I think I will turn you into an obedient – and completely mindless – sex slave instead. Just like all the others they’ve sent to me.”

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20605336/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2812443/

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=569127

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=414539]

“No,” sobbed Taun We, her kaminoan stoicism breaking completely as she felt an orgasm more powerful than anything she or any of her race had ever conceived starting to well up within her belly. “Please…please don’t…don’t destroy my mind! Don’t destroy my mind! I’ve spent all my life filling it up – don’t take it all away from me!”

Ignoring the helpless, doomed female’s pleading for mercy, Mewtwo levitated himself up, then lowered himself between Taun We’s legs, easily spreading them with a slight thought, pulling the fingers from her cunny to motion them open. Leaning over her, he let his energies flow through the points where his hand connected to her head, a soft purple glow slowly brightening around his fingers as he delved into her innermost subconscious, finding the place where the kaminoans, who had long reproduced only via cloning, kept the remnants of their sexual instincts. Kindling them into a raging inferno was simplicity itself, and the moment Mewtwo’s thick, fleshy penis touched the doomed kaminoan’s quivering cunny-star, she screamed, jerking wildly against her bonds as she started to cum…and couldn’t stop!

“That’s it,” Mewtwo cooed softly into Taun We’s mind as he worked his meaty shaft into her delicate sex, splitting it wide open, his mental voice sweetly seductive, wearing down all that remained of her inner defenses, one by one, until nothing remained but her exposed, naked neurons. Now his, to command at whim. “Yes…accept what I give to you, what you have always wanted. All your life, you’ve been without passions, without pleasures. Even the least desire to sate your natural urges always fraught with crippling guilt. But now…now you can feel the guilt melting away into nothing. You can feel yourself awakening, opening up to new worlds, not of shame or disgust, but of ecstasy.” His hips worked, rolling and grinding just as he felt she wanted him to move, as she needed him to move, his hands now caressing up and down her smooth-skinned body, then cupping her delicate breast-buds, the nipples peeking out of their retractable folds like shy flowers in winter snow. Another twist at just the right moment…and Taun We cried out loudly, all words forgotten, the sound one of primal climactic satisfaction.

Just like that, Taun We’s old life ended, and her new life began. She did not regret the change at all.

Looking down in horror from within the psychic forcefield that surrounded her, her tiny fingers pressed up against the slightly yielding outer membrane, Mew shuddered as she felt the wave of potent erotic energy erupt from Taun We, the kaminoan’s entire body thrashing and jerking and spasming beneath Mewtwo, while the powerful psychic Pokémon just kept thrusting, never once letting up, the quiet smile of triumph on his face all that was needed to convey his feelings as he completely overwhelmed the poor girl’s mind and soul, dominating her, turning her into a completely willing slave.

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

At the same time, Mew shuddered, feeling Mewtwo reaching out with another part of his complex mentality, finding three other minds. One of them, he’d encountered before, the girl known as Misty. The other two were easily accessed through the skinny little redhead. In all the excitement going on above, nobody noticed as the three teenage girls slipped away, and quietly descended one of the many secret elevators that peppered the alleys and side streets of Casino City. Mew watched for only a short while as the three girls stepped out of one of the transport tubes, their eyes wide and empty, before several massive machokes surrounded them, grabbing them, stripping them of their minimal clothing, and pushing them toward the training facilities. The pink pokegirl had to turn away, then, as the younger pokemorphs closed in around the three girls, who Mewtwo only then released from his mental domination: they were to be the “final exam” of the new recruits. But though Mew didn’t watch what happened to Misty, May, and Dawn, she felt it deeply, as their smooth, tender pink skins were suddenly assaulted by many rough hands, and long, thick tongues, invading their bodies everywhere.

There was nothing Mew could do, and she couldn’t restrain a soft whimper of despair at the knowledge.

[65% chance of success, 3 success or failures to decide results – rolled 88 – failure #1 – new chance of success 60%]

“Cheer up,” came another familiar voice – a real voice, and not one in her head. “After all, you’re not going to suffer. Dear Taun We isn’t suffering anymore, certainly. She was suffering, with shame and guilt and loveless life. But now…now she is content. And soon, you will be, too.”

It was Ninetails. Not the Pokémon, with whom Mew could have had a chance to reason. No, this was the Ninetails, mistress of disguise and illusion, counterfeit goddess and usurper of any powers to which she dared lay any claim. Murderous, villainous, and never without her many masks, which shielded her from all forms of detection, and even from any telepathic contact she didn’t expressly allow, even Mew feared Ninetails.

After all, it was Ninetails who had lured her into the cunning trap that had ended in the poor pink Pokémon’s present captivity.

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

“Oh,” the evil kitsune said in a voice that was sickly sweet with apparent concern as she drew near, noticing that Mew was avoiding looking toward where the three human girls were being forced into the breeding line, right alongside the kangaskhan who weren’t pregnant yet. “I see now. You poor thing. It must be truly horrible for you, being able to feel everything, and yet be unable to do anything about it. Why, you must have suffered when the tauros started tugging on those girls’ teats, like they were milking them, before they started to suck on their breasts instead. And I can’t even begin to imagine what an ordeal it was when those houndooms started licking them, forcing those huge, thick, smooth tongues into delicate folds.” The kimono-clad kitsune reached a hand through the softly-glowing shield surrounding Mew, and lightly cupped the pink Pokémon’s chin, tilting her face up. “But cheer up: I’ve brought you some lovely little playmates to help you pass the time until it’s your turn in the breeding lineup.”

With a swirl of her many tails, Ninetails drew them aside like the feather-fantail of a peacock, tugging on a slender chain as she did so. From behind the concealment of tails, Ninetails tugged out five smooth, naked human girls. It was Penny Gadget, and her two friends, Kayla and Atsuko, as well as Scooby’s girls, Daphne and Velma! Looking around them in horror, the girls huddled closely together, their chests rising and falling more swiftly as they saw five more places set for them by some of the muscular tauros boys on the breeding line, right next to Misty, May, and Dawn. The human girls hadn’t been covered yet, hadn’t yet had thick poke-penises forced into their smooth little slits, but only two females over, one of the kangaskhan was crying out loudly as a massive rhydon slammed his rock-hard erection into her, while next to her, a nidoqueen was getting roughly shafted by a thick-muscled nidoking in her pussy, and her mouth plugged by a machamp, who held her head firmly in place with his four hangs while force-feeding her his vertically-ribbed shaft. Only one more fearfully whimpering kangaskhan girl was between the humans and more poke-penis than they’d ever seen at one time, and already the houndooms were crowding around the poor girl, starting to run their canid tongues all over her exposed, naked fur, even going to far as to dip their heads into her tense little pouch (still small and snug, since she’d never given birth before) and greedily slurp on the nipples hidden inside, making her squirm as her delicate folds grew very moist indeed in preparation for the breeding slated for her near future.

“They were in the hotel of Jabba’s Casino,” Ninetails explained, while casually lifting each girl with one of her tails around each of their slender waists, while they squirmed against the chains holding their wrists and ankles bound, obviously terrified by their helplessness against such a powerful supernatural creature. “Different rooms, of course, but not hard to find, since the place is mostly shut down now. There were also these other two girls, one with black hair, the other a redhead.” Mew got a clear mental impression of Flannery and Elesa from Ninetails, who delighted in sharing information about people the small psychic knew, at least by reputation. “Too bad we didn’t have room for them down here, though. So they’re both with the other humans instead, off to the excavation site.”

With those words, Mew got a clear impression of what Ninetails had seen, watching a long line of attractive, scantily-clad or even naked humans, boys as well as girls, being led on a long coffle across the sands. Holding one end of the chain connecting their collars was a masked fox, who giggled evilly whenever he looked back to contemplate the suffering of his prisoners. Though Ninetails didn’t seem to realize it, Mew managed to take one important little detail from the memory intended to taunt her: she captured where the slaves were being taken.

Mew also caught hold of one other important tidbit of information: she managed, through the tiny sliver of thought left by Ninetails’ taunting, to find and lock onto the control panel that fed power to the psychic bubble that kept her imprisoned. Unfortunately, the panel was well-shielded itself, and Mew couldn’t bring her entire force of will to bear through the pinprick opened for her. She could still escape, or at least had a chance to do so, but she needed time. Time, unfortunately, might be the one thing she didn’t have.

[60% chance of success – rolled 16 – success #1 – new chance of success 65%]

“Such a pity, really,” Ninetails continued to speak conversationally, apparently heedless of the tiny advantages Mew had snatched up as she casually carried the squirming teens to the breeding benches, and lowered them into place, allowing the nearby tauros to lock them securely into their positions. From nearby, Taun We cried out, her body arching upward into Mewtwo’s rapidly-hunching form, her face slack, mouth open, pale eyes wide from more pleasure than she’d ever even fantasized could exist in all the world. Breathing hard, almost overwhelmed himself from the pleasure his new penis could bring him, Mewtwo slowly pulled himself free of the kaminoan girl, who slumped onto the data table, a thin line of cum linking her to the tip of Mewtwo’s glistening cock for several moments, before it suddenly snapped as her eyes closed in exhaustion. With a light gesture as he rose to his knees, his concentration still too disjointed for him to be able to levitate for a little while, Mewtwo deactivated Taun We’s force bands. There was nothing more to fear from her: she was dominated, utterly. “Mewtwo,” Ninetails continued, reaching out to lightly caress the psychic Pokemon’s back and rear neck. “Don’t you think it’s a pity too?”

“What are you talking about?” Mewtwo shot telepathically into the faux-deity’s mind, the thoughts so loud, even Mew could “hear” them clearly in her shield bubble. What’s a pity?”

“Why, that the owners of those lovely slavegirls aren’t with them,” explained Ninetails patiently. “I simply can’t imagine a more horrible state of affairs, especially since they went to the trouble of infecting our new girls with lycanthropy, too: once they turn, they’ll be even more receptive to poke-sperm, and that much easier to get pregnant. Ah,” and now she paused, turning to motion to a broad-shouldered, muscular Doberman/Rottweiler mongrel standing in the entryway of the lower, more secure chamber of the breeding facility. “But here is dear Buster, with some good news, I think.”

“Good?” Buster said, his brow scrunching in confusion. “I dunno about that. I mean, the upper levels are all taken over now, bosses. That stupid Great Dane, Scooby Doo, has gone and turned on us. That shorter mutt, too, the one called Brain. They’re with these digimathings, too, big, dragonlike critters. Really tough, really fast. Our guys didn’t have a chance against ‘em. They even cornered poor Queenie.” Queenie, as they all knew, was the leader of the houndours and houndooms that maintained security in most of the breeding facility – among canids, even Pokemon, females were generally regarded as higher-ranked than males, even if they were physically weaker…which Queenie wasn’t. “I hadda leave her and the others just to save my skin.”

“Not such a bad situation,” “said” Mewtwo calmly, glancing at Ninetails. “Yes, I suppose this is good news, as I consider the matter.” His eyes closed, a thoughtful look on his face. Then, suddenly, his eyes snapped open, glowing with white energy. “I have them!”

-

“Eevee!” the newly-anthropomorphized eeveegirl protested as she felt the big dog’s paw squeezing her bare bottom, his fingers sinking into her plush buns. “Eevee vee eevee!”

“You’ve got to learn to speak human,” growled the big brown dog with the many black spots as his other hand joined the first, kneading the helpless girl’s supple flesh, making her whimper more loudly, before her dark eyes widened in growing panic as she felt Scooby Doo spreading her tiny labia apart. “Otherwise, I’m not gonna know what you’re saying. Like right now, you could be telling me to hump you hard. How would I ever know, unless you can use the language that new mouth of yours can provide.”

Blinking at this statement, Eevee frowned, and did her best not to concentrate on how…strange she felt, with those big paws on her, spreading her open, mauling her tiny buns in the process. Instead, she tried to concentrate on the words she’d always heard the humans using, and on how she’d even attempt to make those sorts of sounds herself.

“I-“ she started, opening her mouth nice and wide. Scooby, of course, took that moment to pop a nice big hunk of rag into the poor eeveegirl’s little mouth. “Mmph!”

“If you’re gonna ask nicely like that,” he chuckled, working his fingers into the rapidly-moistening lower lips of the brown-furred foxgirl, “I guess I’d better get started, and do you good.”

The other eeveegirls, and the pokemorphs alongside them, started to protest loudly as they struggled against the bonds holding them firmly in place on the long breeding bench, one of a great many scattered throughout the breeding facility. Their many words, however, were almost unintelligible, a mix of Pokemon sounds and human words, interchanged freely. The Farfetch’d girl, Ceri, on the far end of the row of rumps, seemed to catch on fastest, but Brain wrapped a leather cord around her beak before she managed more than a few words. Instead, she began to moan loudly into her makeshift muzzle as the tan-furred dog started eagerly rubbing her snug birdy quim, keeping her tailfeathers hiked high with his other hand.

At the entryway to the room, Wargreymon and Flamedramon stood, mouths agape, as they watched Scooby and Brain bend their muzzles, and start making two of the prisoners they were supposed to be freeing start to moan and squirm as they began working their agile doggy tongues into their exposed little sexes. Wargreymon rested one heavy hand on the shoulder of the houndoom leader, who was naked save for her extensive, elaborate bone formations, which protruded from her skin like a suit of high-crowned armor. The sleek, black-and-brown canid female smirked at the sight.

“Looks like you’re not as high-and-mighty as you thought, huh, do-gooders?” she taunted, her command of human language obviously well-developed, along with her intelligence.

“No!” exclaimed Flamedramon, stepping forward. “Scooby, Brain, what are you doing?”

The two males glanced toward their companion, then shared a smirk with each other, before they started digging in even more enthusiastically, until the floor beneath Eevee and Farfetch’d started to grow damp with their copiously-dripping juices.

“Can’t blame ‘em,” chuckled Queenie, as Flamedramon rounded on her, completely unimpressed at the furious glare he gave her. “I mean, there’s these hot little bitches all laid out like a buffet, and you’re telling the big boys not to help themselves?”

“Just shut up!” snapped Flamedramon, advancing on her, his lips curling beneath his helmet. “You just shut-“

“Or what?” Queenie almost purred, moving slightly forward, so that her plump, black-furred breasts were squeezed against the blue-scaled digimon’s red chestplate, while her hands raised, stroking along his exposed underbelly, heading straight toward his as-yet-sexless groin. She then took a step back, gently tugging Flamedramon with her, so that her taut, shapely, muscular rump was squeezed against Wargreymon’s equally sexless groin. “You gonna rape me? Gonna bend me over and give me just what a bad doggy like me deserves?”

“I…I…” Flamedramon stammered, his cheeks deeply flushed beneath his helmet, before Queenie leaned forward, and kissed him right on the mouth. At the same time, she ground her muscled buns back against Wargreymon’s crotch, her eyes suddenly popping wide open as she felt something thick and big rubbing against her black bottom.

“Ooh yeah,” she growled eagerly, breaking the kiss only momentarily, to look over her shoulder at the mega-meat Wargreymon was packing, and then around to where Flamedramon’s smooth pink shaft had protruded from the sheath he’d spontaneously digivolved. “You boys are packing! If more ‘good guys’ had junk like all you boys do, bad girls like me’d start switching sides in droves!”

“Enough!” snarled the blue-scaled dino-dragon, spinning Queenie around, and then slamming her into one of the unoccupied spaces on the breeding bench, right next to a smooth blue glaceon girl. Queenie shivered in delight, intensely turned-on by a male being so savage with her, so rough and dominant. “You…you…you’ll get what you deserve, you villainess!”

SLAM!

Queenie didn’t even try to hold back her howl of ecstasy as the blue-scaled digimon plowed into her with that big, beautiful penis of his. He was not gentle, and that was exactly how the mega-houndoom loved it! Next to her, the cute glaceon girl was blushing so hard, she was almost pink all over, rather than blue, and Queenie could smell the red hot ice queen’s juices running in rivers down her legs. She didn’t care a bit if all her houndoom and houndour subordinates could see her, tied up against the far wall like they were. If anything, it turned her on even more! She glanced around, giving the helpless and very erect poke-boys a saucy wiggle of her tongue, knowing perfectly well that most, if not all, of them had fantasized about getting to bang their alpha bitch, and now they had to watch her getting nailed by somebody else, while completely helpless to do anything except stare and throb and leak precum down their big, meaty, red…

Then huge hands grabbed Queenie’s upthrust crown of bones, and her head was forced forward, making her look down the barrel of Wargreymon’s immense weapon of mass destruction.

“Oh…my…gmmph!” Queenie started to say in awe, before the massive digimon decided to remove her ability to form coherent words. That big dragondong of his was so big, it was all the houndoom girl could do to keep her muzzle stretched wide enough to take it all in! And he was trying to stuff it down her throat, too! If Queenie hadn’t been a Pokemon, a very sturdy species in itself (it was widely believed, and probably correctly, that Pokemon were at least part energy-based), and well-trained in the erotic arts as well, she might have suffered some pretty significant hurting right then. But she was a Pokemon, and right then, she wasn’t feeling any pain. Oh, sure, her jaw was starting to get sore, but that wasn’t a problem. Right then, she was in heaven!

With heroes like this, who needed villains?

[65% chance of success – rolled 72 – failure #2 – new chance of success 60%

Also, Queenie has decided to switch sides]

Nodding to himself, Mewtwo watched through his mind’s eye as Scooby left the little Eevee panting, her face flushed, an orgasm having reduced her resistances almost to nothing. Instead of mounting her, however, the big Dane stuck his muzzle against the feisty jolteon girl right next to the little brown foxling, growling eagerly as he drowned out the yellow-furred cutie’s angry protests with the luscious sounds of his tongue against her tiny yellow sex.

Mewtwo had found it easy enough to plant the thoughts into the minds of the would-be rescuers, to incite them to lust. As Ninetails had pointed out, lycanthropy made one very compatible with Pokemon, and that included the powers of Pokemon, such as Mewtwo’s psychic abilities. Already half-feral, Mewtwo had provided just the lightest nudge to Scooby Doo and Brain, and now their instincts were wild once more, uncontrolled. While Mewtwo would have preferred to dominate the were-dogs, releasing them was far easier, and accomplished his purposes just as well. Now Scooby was determined to mount each tight little eeveemorph, one by one, while Brain had his sights set on the other poke-girls in the room. Working through Queenie, Mewtwo had even managed to tap into the synthetic instincts of the two digimon, awakening the monstrous side of their natures. Certainly, it had cost him Queenie (for even then he could feel her loyalty wavering, and knew it would fail soon enough), but that was a small price to pay for the time needed to counter the presence of the interlopers.

What neither Mewtwo nor Ninetails noticed, however, was Mew, quietly working her own powers in the background. Though it meant she had to take some effort away from turning off the psychic shield, she’d carefully woven a protective field around her Lucario. The male Lucario was bound against one wall, right next to a handsome zoroark boy Mew wished she had the time to look over with more than a glance. This was where he’d been left by the houndour, with the intention of making him watch while they pounded puppies into the she-lucario positioned not far from the farfetch’d whose cherry Brain had just popped with the thick, blunt end of her own sword-leek. Now he was sitting next to those same houndours, all of them in the same situation, while the charizards, male and female, stood at the door, jaws dropped, completely uncertain what to do next…but also very aroused right then. And all the while that Lucario waited, his sexual tension built, his bright red cock throbbing at full erection, his knot swollen and needy. Mew only hoped Lucario would forgive her for not giving him any relief right then (for she could have freed him by unlocking his chains, if she’d been so inclined, even with her reduced capabilities). But, really, it was for a good cause in the end.

[Naughty zoroarks and lucarios

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12430082/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11338670/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11338729/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4506462/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3070459/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2354320/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2354316/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1188189/ - even girl-ivysaurs can do the boy thang

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21069062/ - and speaking of girl-ivys…

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20545454/ - they’re smoking hot

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20797382/ - and so’s he

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18673233/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15700484/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15680068/]

Mew just hoped Lucario could get himself free in time. Last she’d looked, he did seem to be using those hand-spikes of his rather effectively, though the chains holding him were very strong. Right now, though, she had to get back to work.

The reason Mew needed to get free fast was because of Ninetails. Going to a nearby panel, seemingly uncaring of the fearful whimpers coming from the human girls as an especially large ditto began to advance toward them, phallic tentacles already extending from his purple body mass, dripping in eager anticipation, the wicked kitsune activated a communication screen, her eyebrow arching as she almost immediately connected.

“Dear Foxy Loxy is going to hear from me about this,” she commented dryly, obviously not minding in the least. “He knows he’s not supposed to use the communicators for recreational recording.”

In the time that they’d had to themselves in the old warehouse where they’d fled after the fall of the Barn, and the capture of the Dark Queen, Bre’r Fox and his many cronies had been busily at work setting up a more permanent sort of operation in the abandoned building. Now, the place had a host of the old cooking equipment, stoves and firepits and more, that had once graced the Barn’s well-appointed kitchens. Besides other furniture, one of the central features of the place was a long dining table, which also doubled as a food preparation surface. Well, “food” being a relative term, considering the wicked and predatory natures of the creatures involved.

Her tailfeathers pressed tightly against his chest, while her shapely, gold-feathered bottom bounced against his pumping hips, Goldie Pheasant moaned weakly as the evil coyote, Dag, gripped her buns tightly in his strong hands, his blood red coyotecock brutally stretching her tense tailhole. Though Dag wasn’t the most massive of males, he was thick, and though he made sure not to knot the hot piece of pheasant tail he was nailing, the anguished expression on her beautiful face every time he made her full breasts bounce told the tale of her suffering in full. Her mouth opened, and she screamed in her high-pitched voice, the voice of a trained singer, as Dag almost knotted with her, the agonizing thickness of that rigid ball of flesh stretching her rump right to its limits. Then Dag was pulling out, panting as he painted the doomed starlet’s backside with another load of cum, one of a great many that she’d received in the hours she’d languished in the clutches of the foxes, and wolves, and coyotes all around her. By this point, her cute little beak was too tired to give any more blowjobs, and her pussy was absolutely ruined, left a gaping mess by the brutal pricks of a repeated pack-bang that had been going almost nonstop since the moment she’d been carried a prisoner into the old warehouse. Dag had shafted her tailhole because it was about the only thing left of her body that hadn’t been left completely sloppy and gooey with cum. Now, however, that was no longer the case.

“This one’s all used up,” Dag declared with a short laugh, making poor Goldie whimper in pain when he gave her abused, upturned tushie a hard slap. “Fire up that oven: we’re roasting pheasant tonight.”

“No!” cried out Berri, the gorgeous grey chipmunk suddenly breaking off from the blowjob she’d been giving to Br’er Bear, who was seated on one of the comfy chairs set up in the main living space, while Caramel licked the bear’s balls, her eyes almost vacant as her tailhole and cunny leaked the cum of any number of the cruel males in the room. “You promised you wouldn’t-mmph!”

As the hulking ursine shoved his massive dong back into Berri’s mouth, forcing her down until she was seeing spots flashing in front of her eyes, the other evil males in the room laughed wickedly at Berri’s naïve protest. Meanwhile, Br’er Fox, the recognized head chef (since he was, after all, the best cook among them) rolled poor Goldie onto her back on a large platter he slipped beneath her, and easily bound her wrists to her ankles, positioning her like a turkey. She didn’t even try to resist as he slipped little white covers over her dainty feet, then popped an onion in her tiny beak. Apples, after all, were for pork.

Speaking of pork, the Three Little Pigs weren’t any better off than Goldie. The wolves in the room had simply gone wild at the first squeal from the plump-bottomed piggies, and the three brothers hadn’t been given a single break in all the hours they’d been there. Never for more than a few seconds were their curly-tailed bottoms not being sodomized by cruelly thick red cocks. Never for more than moments at a time were their cute little voices being muffled by big, meaty shafts being fed into their cute little mouths, forcing them to swallow what had to be gallons of cum, while a similar quantity had been pumped into their bouncy pink bums. Now, finally, Zeke, the Big Bad Wolf, had decided that it was the end of the line for his longtime nemeses. Only Practical, the most sturdy and physically fit of the three, had mustered up enough energy to really squeal when Zeke had shoved a thick, juicy ear of corn into his well-stretched tailhole (far more entertaining than the pitiful sobs and moans from his brothers), but in the end, that didn’t really matter, since Zeke soon popped plump, ripe red apples into all three brothers’ mouths, before laying them, one by one, with surprising gentleness, onto a soft bed of crisp cabbage, lined with sliced potatoes. He hadn’t bothered to tie them up, since there wasn’t any need: after getting their tushies stuffed by over twenty cocks each, none of the Three Little Pigs could force their legs to work, not even Practical.

While Br’er Fox got Goldie and Caramel ready with all the trimmings, and Zeke was rubbing the Three Little Pigs all over with vegetable oil, and as Dag and his coyotes eagerly stoked up the big oven, pumping the great bellows and packing it with plenty of wood, another pair, a tall fox and a diminutive cat, stood somewhat removed from the rest of the warehouse’s activities. At the knees of the fox, the front of his ratty trousers opened before her, while his long, slender pink shaft slid in and out of her dainty muzzle, was Foxy Asso. Once she’d been the spokesvixen for a major corporation. Now, her plush booty was resting on her cute little feet, tears seeping from the corners of her eyes as she did her very best to please the very male who, along with his cohort, Gideon, had arranged the transportation of the kitchen equipment with which her companions were about to be cooked.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Honest\_John]

Nearby where Foxy Asso was bobbing her head as she worked Honest John’s trousers down, all the better to grip his tight, skinny rear, Bambi unashamedly mirrored her actions on all-fours, suckling on the brown feline’s stubby little shaft as he sat on the floor of the warehouse, watching the beautiful face of the adorable young prince as he gazed adoringly up into Gideon’s eyes with his own soft, brown gaze. Bambi knew perfectly well that numerous wolves, unattached at the moment, were eyeing his uplifted, effeminate bottom speculatively. If most of them hadn’t spent themselves so thoroughly on poor Goldie and the Three Little Pigs, or on Foxy Asso (who was still leaking copious globs of thick white wolfcum from her quim and tailhole), Bambi had little doubt that he’d soon be in far worse shape than those poor victims. There’d been much talk of venison, of course, and Bambi didn’t doubt for a moment that he’d be delicious, but he’d managed to (more-or-less) keep the predators around him distracted with his oral skills. Right then he was pretty glad his father, the Great Prince, had trained him so well in the oral arts, calling them one of the prerequisites – and perquisites – of the aristocracy, to better satisfy the demands of one’s many subjects and peers. All that training was serving him well, and gaining him time. Right then, he could hear Zeke and Br’er Fox arguing, though not with extreme violence, over which of them should get to use the oven first, since poultry and pork both required different temperatures. Though Bambi knew they’d sort the matter out soon, it meant that, once again, they had just a little more precious time. With enough time, almost anything could happen, and as long as he didn’t lose his head, Bambi figured he might come out of this mess alive. If he was very fortunate, he might even be able to save the others with him.

Next to the table, Shirley McLoon was wailing loudly, her meditative focus completely ruined as Foxy Loxy roughly yanked on her waist. He had to use a lot of force, because right then, the young white loon was hilted quite solidly on the end of the Wolf’s immense knot. Unlike the others, who’d suffered the depredations of almost every male there, Shirley had managed to keep the attention of Foxy Loxy and Wolf, who’d traded her back and forth between then again…and again…and again. Whether this was a good thing, of course, was debatable, to say the least.

Finally, with a last, long pull, Wolf adding a bit of his own immense strength, Shirley popped from the massive brute’s shaft, slumping limply in Foxy’s arms. Nodding in satisfaction, the cunning fox carried the loon over to the table, where he’d already laid out all the fixings for an oversized submarine sandwich, the lower half piled high with lettuce, tomatoes, and numerous other fixings. All that was missing…was the meat. Poultry, to be specific.

Slapping Shirley on top of the fixings, Foxy Loxy licked his chops, and was soon joined by Wolf, who watched, drooling, as the culinary fox began to crank a pepper mill over the barely-conscious birdgirl, leaving little black flecks on her flawless white feathers. Worn out beyond the point where even her meditative techniques could help her, Shirley could only look up with sweet “poor me” eyes, before finally slumping down, completely spent, having obviously given up as her eyes finally closed, and she waited for the end, feeling the shadow of the top half of the bread covering her, before the two lusty males divided their loon sandwich in two parts.

Was this the end?

[60% chance of success – rolled 30 – success #2 – new chance of success 65%]

“Foxy Loxy,” suddenly came a voice that was familiar to everyone of the villains there, even Dag, though the coyote, as a free agent, didn’t immediately recognize the voice of Ninetails, and certainly didn’t hop to attention like the others. “All of you. What, pray tell, are you doing?”

“Just making dinner,” answered Foxy, scuffing a paw sheepishly as he set the top half of the loaf on which he’d laid Shirley back on the tabletop.

“Well stop that nonsense,” came the voice from the communicator once more. “You know perfectly well that Wile E. Coyote has been wanting a complete set of the students he used to teach when he was a professor at Acme Looniversity. And Shere Khan wants Foxy Asso and Caramel to add to his collection of product mascots.”

“What about the pigs?” asked Zeke, glancing at the plump, pink bottoms of the thoroughly violated teenage piglets lying in the roasting pan on the long table. “You know I’ve been wanting to taste fresh pork forever. And what about…”

“We’ll sort all of that out later,” Ninetails cut the Big Bad Wolf off. “I expect you’ll be allowed to keep the Three Little Pigs. Perhaps even Berri. I’m not sure about the pheasant…Shere Khan might have some plans to use her in commercials or something like that. The fawn, though, is definitely off-limits: he’s a prince, after all, and that makes him a valuable property. Vital, perhaps, to some of the rituals we’ll be doing fairly soon. But enough of that: right now, I need you at our underground facility, yesterday. We’ve got intruders, and they’re causing us some serious problems. I and Mewtwo don’t want to interrupt our activities right now, so you get over there with the wolves, and handle the mess.” Ninetails paused a moment, her white mask tilted slightly, giving the impression that she was thinking, though, of course, the expression on the red-painted fox mask remained the same. “Dag and his coyotes will be on guard duty. Of course they’ll be compensated for their time,” she added swiftly, curtailing any protests from the independent-minded alpha coyote. “So long as they don’t damage the merchandise any more than it’s already been abused. Now hop to it, chop-chop.”

With that, the communicator went into standby mode, and Foxy Loxy scowled at the softly glowing screen.

“She was watching,” he growled to the others, before rolling his eyes. “She was watching for a long time,” he added, pointing to the timestamp that marked when another computer had initially contacted Foxy’s communicator. “She just interrupted when she felt like it. Right when we were about to get that bite to eat.”

“Nothing for it,” grumbled Zeke, patting the shorter male on the back as he walked toward the entrance, scooping up his shotgun and loading both barrels with rock salt cartridges. “Come on, let’s see about these intruders.” He grinned toothily. “If we’re lucky, they’ll be hot.”

All the predatory males shuffled out of the warehouse, even Honest Joh and Gideon, though they stayed near the back, keeping mostly out of sight, until, at last, only Dag and his odd-dozen or so of coyote mercenaries and bandits and slavers were left. The lean, wily coyote let his gaze play over the various prisoners, and lingered especially long on Foxy Asso as she stayed where she’d been before, on her knees, a dazed look on her pretty face. Then his eyes drifted a bit further, to Bambi and Berri. Unlike the pretty, plump-bottomed vixen, the deer and the chipmunk looked alert and very aware of their surroundings. Where Bambi had been passively waiting, willing himself to be less visible, Berri seemed to be tense with nervous energy, eager to be up and doing something besides being a helpless victim. Caramel, though right next to Berri, didn’t register, since she’d slumped forward the moment Br’er Bear had left, and was drooling on the chair, her chin on the seat cushion, her mind and body too spent to manage anything else right then.

“Looks like somebody’s still feisty,” Dag chuckled in his softly menacing, strangely comforting serial killer’s voice, approaching the kneeling chipmunk, and cupping her chin. “I like ‘em feisty.”

“Hey!” called out Bambi suddenly. “Scruffy!”

The sudden name-calling got Dag’s attention, and he and all the coyotes suddenly turned to look at the spotty-furred teen. In the instant his head faced toward the young prince, however, Dag’s face jerked with shocking force to the side, and he went tumbling, head-over-heels, onto the long serving table, knocking Goldie and the pigs onto the floor in a heap.

Of course, nobody really expected a cute little guy like Bambi to know how to fight. He was small, and slender, and effeminate, and, honestly, adorable. But he was also one of the heirs to a throne that was only inherited by the one who could defeat all the other claimants in ritual combat, and since the “ritual” part just meant you tried not to kill your opponents outright, the slender little fawnteen was not to be underestimated.

To their swift regret, the coyotes had, indeed, underestimated Bambi.

[65% chance of success – rolled 50 – success #3!]

An instant later, as the coyotes closed in, Berri was up, pressing her toned tushie to Bambi’s as they went back-to-back. And as the predators came rushing at them, their fists and feet, and even Bambi’s head came into play, again and again. Yelping and wailing, the coyotes went flying, until, finally, those who could still walk began to scramble for the exits, their tails tucked tightly between their legs. Dag, however, lay limply where he’d last fallen, blinking dazedly up at the dissimilar pair approaching him, tall and shapely athletic grey chipmunk, and slender, girlish little boy buck.

“You…you played us,” he got out through a mouthful of mangled teeth, spitting one of them out between words. “You were just waiting for us to…”

Stepping from where she’d been hiding in the shadows, Shirley’s aura, flickering with blue light like some of the older-model image transfer communicators, kicked Dag in the head, knocking the cruel cannibal out, then quickly grabbed one of the many lengths of rope around the place before tying him up. After all, even after everything she’d been through, Shirley the Loon wasn’t a killer at heart, and though her unfettered soul-self might not have the same restrictions she did, all the same it didn’t have the desire to go so far. Berri might have – she was a far more bloodthirsty sort, after all – but with cute little Bambi there, even after having seen him fight, she just didn’t have the heart to go breaking necks, even when the guy’d raped her earlier.

“Are you all right?” Bambi asked the glowing blue aura, but it only shook its head in response, and pointed to Shirley, lying limply on the floor where she’d tumbled after Dag had hit the long serving table, still leaking cum from her gaping holes and limply-hanging beak. While Shirley’s soul might be able to transcend the mortal realm, her physical body was anything but all right. “Dumb question,” Bambi concluded, looking away with a flush. “Sorry. Berri, can you do anything with computers? It looks like this comm station’s still open, so we shouldn’t even need a password. I’m not so smart with machines – no training, except some time with a foxy kid on the ship that got me here in the first place – so I’m hoping you can get me through to my friends.”

“Like, totally can,” answered Berri in her heavy Valley Girl accent, not seeming to care about how her flawless (and moderately cum-stained) breasts and booty bounced and swayed when she walked over to the communicator – the chipmunk was as comfortable in the buff as with clothes. “Who do you wanna call?”

“Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox,” said Bambi immediately. “And here’s her contact line…”

[Dag and his coyotes are now removed from active play.]

*

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-oMjCqWj5o]

Kid shuddered, her thighs slick with moisture. She wasn’t interested in other girls. She wasn’t! But…but ooh that tongue felt so good…

Muffet’s mouth wasn’t quite human, of course. Her tongue was longer, and the insides of her mouth were articulated in strange and exotic ways, to better allow her to slurp up a liquid diet. Ultimately, this meant that, while she didn’t have giraffes beat in her oral sex abilities, she came really close.

As that long tongue flickered forward and back, dabbing over the inner folds of the squirming blonde girl’s cunny, Kid began to tense again, struggling against her bonds, her whole body tingling, on edge as her short blonde braid trembled. Muffet had given up trying to force the wriggling human girl to return the favor, after Kid had tried to bite the grey-skinned spiderlady’s inner thigh. She’d managed a hard pinch, leaving a darker mark, before Muffet had pulled away, obviously miffed.

“Looks like someone needs a little bit of persuasion,” she’d said, right before sinking her sharp fangs into Kid’s neck. The poison had left the human girl weak and very sensitive, unable to effectively move, to do anything except squirm in Muffet’s grip as those six long-fingered hands caressed her smooth, tanned skin, paying special attention to the places where Kid’s white bodypaint had been daubed on, her cheeks and arms. Even that simple attention to the skinny teen seemed to make her steadily more vulnerable, more susceptible to Muffet’s insistent attentions. “You’re never going to be free, my dear, so why not accept it, and enjoy yourself?”

[75% chance of success, 3 successes or failures, rolled 77 – failure #1 – new chance of success 70%]

Dangling not far off, his arms spread out, his legs hanging straight down, his ankles secured with lines of webbing, Rei wished he still had pants. He also wished the blood wasn’t rushing to his head, since Muffet had secured him upside-down, but one couldn’t have everything. Right then, his cock was still hard, as orange and stripy as the rest of him, his eyes playing over the skinny teen and the skilled spiderine dominatrix. Ryu, also hanging nearby, his upper body wrapped in webbing, his lower body as naked as Rei’s, was at least upright, but similarly sporting a hard-on, framed with a light escutcheon of blue pubic fluff. Like Rei, watching Muffet lay poor Kid back on a soft bed of webbing and caress all those many beautiful hands all over her supple skin…well, it was pretty hot, actually. Ryu at least had the decency to try not to stare, his face a bright red. Also nearby, Teepo couldn’t have cared less about any of the naughtiness going on around him. At least, that’s what he’d stated repeatedly. Muffet hadn’t even bothered to strip the purple-haired boy down, unlike his two male companions. But when Teepo had made his protestations, she’d simply smiled and lightly caressed his cheek, before turning on Kid.

Truthfully, Muffet was an expert at arrangements. Each and every one of the many webs in her domain was a vast act of feng shui. How she’d positioned her four young, tender victims was hardly accidental, hardly random, despite what a casual viewer might believe. Near the center, there was the soft bed of non-sticky webbing, to which Kid was bound with far stickier stuff, her arms and legs stretched out, exposing the skinny little blonde’s supple body completely, including her pale (and rather sparse) tan lines, where her skimpy clothing had protected her bare essentials from the sun that had baked the rest of her quite deeply. As was common among female thieves, Kid’s pubis was waxed, and as Muffet turned herself around, exposing her own ladybits to her “gentlemen callers,” as well as Kid’s, right below her, both their bottoms, grey-skinned and pink, slender, supple, and firm, she looked down at Kid with a gentle smile, her dark eyes wide, taking in every detail of Kid’s expressions and plump, heaving breasts, while caressing her many hands over every tender inch of the sweet young thing in her clutches.

“Your nipples are delightfully sensitive,” Muffet complimented Kid, to which the captive girl curled her lip, about to say something less than flattering, only for one of Muffet’s hands slipped deftly between her legs. “It’s so nice of you to keep yourself so smooth down here,” the spiderlady continued. “It makes your soft parts so easy to enjoy.”

“I don’t do it because of that!” Kid snapped out, her face a mask of tension as her body arched slightly when Muffet’s fingers teased against her inner folds, carefully stopping just shy of putting too much pressure on Kid’s hymen. “I…I don’t want the hair to get…caught on things.”

“That would explain why your hair is so short,” Muffet commented, stroking another hand over Kid’s spiky blonde tressed, then toying with her topknot-like braid. “And you cut it yourself, too, I see.”

“You wanna say something about how I cut my hair?” challenged the red-faced thief, trying to mask her forced arousal with bravado and belligerence.

“Only that I think it’s…” Muffet began, leaning in so close to Kid’s face, the human girl could smell the sweet tea on Muffet’s breath, “cute.”

This time, when Muffet kissed Kid, the young woman didn’t resist, her thoughts too confused right then for her to properly defend herself. Rei and Ryu kept watching, one with the calm, steady, slit-eyed gaze of a woren stoic, the other in little snatches between bouts of embarrassment. And Teepo watched them from behind.

Of course, Muffet knew that she was being watched. After all, she’d arranged her web for precisely that purpose. There was the centerpiece, with sweet little Kid wriggling beneath her, while Muffet toyed her hand around the other girl’s clitoris, never quite touching it directly…at least, not yet. Next in sequence were the two boys that had an interest in girls…and boys as well, unless Muffet was reading matters very wrongly indeed, though it was obvious the blue-haired cutie was still a virgin, at least for now. Naturally, she’d undressed them, as well as tied them up, Ryu rightside-up, Rei upside-down, based on their levels of kinkiness and experience, letting them both feel the sweet pleasure that could come from total exposure, losing all the illusions forced on them by society and the demands for clothes, feeling themselves finding freedom in bondage.

Then, at the back, and still clothed, was Teepo. Muffet had specifically treated the purple-haired cutie this way because she’s known at the first touch, the way a spider knows the difference between a grasshopper and a moth, that Teepo wasn’t interested in girls…but he was very interested in his fellow boys. He was also insecure, the poor thing, and taking off his clothes would surely have done more harm than good. After all, while Muffet might be a bit forceful in her methods, she did her very best to be a good hostess, and properly meet the needs of her guests, voluntary or otherwise. So long as they met her needs, of course…

Letting one of her side-eyes stray around, Muffet didn’t bother restraining the smile that formed, sharp-toothed and predatory, when she saw the bulge in Teepo’s trousers, the boy’s eyes playing over the exposed and quite lovely bottoms of his two male friends. Yes, there was a certain satisfaction that came with being a good hostess, one that simply didn’t come in any other way.

Beneath her, Kid shuddered, her cry of sudden orgasm as Muffet’s fingers finally – finally – found the teen’s aching clitoris muffled by the lips against her own. Closing her eyes, Kid’s body went limp in Muffet’s grasp, and the spiderlady lifted her head, smiling down at her adorable prey with an expression that was at once predatory and tender.

“I’ll let you rest a little, dear,” she murmured softly in Kid’s ear, before nibbling the delicate lobe lightly. “Right now…I think I’d like a little more ‘tiger tail.’ And I don’t mean orange and licorice flavor.”

Rei gulped, his striped orange penis giving a throb as Muffet rose from where Kid lay limp and spent on the soft web bed, and began to crawl towards him. Watching all those arms move was disconcerting. But the way she lifted her grey-skinned little booty as she crawled made up for it, in Rei’s opinion. Then her fingers began caressing his broad, supply-muscled chest, and Rei didn’t resist the shudder, which turned into a moan as she kissed him, her fangs tickling against his own sharp canine teeth.

-

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vftuJTzaO-0]

“Where did Leomon go?” asked Fox McCloud, looking around suspiciously in the dark, cobweb-strewn hallway into which his little band had made their way in the dark of the inner chambers of Castlevania. “He was just there a moment ago.”

“Guarding the rear,” Captain Claw added with a slight nod, his own feline eyes scanning the darkness as well, his flintlock raised like Fox’s blaster, both of them instantly on-edge. “We’re not alone,” he added, perhaps unnecessarily for most of his party.

The warning wasn’t unnecessary, though, for Serge. While the blue-haired, quiet boy was fairly observant, due to being a thief, he’d been more than a little distracted ever since they’d picked up their ‘tagalong.’ Not that anyone really blamed him: being followed around by a headless skeleton in a cape and breastplate, while the head of said skeleton kept a deathgrip on the back of one of your boots with its teeth could distract anyone. While Papyrus’ enthusiasm was certainly admirable, his competence was…lacking.

“Black Wargreymon?” Midna asked, blinking as she looked around. “Now he’s gone!” She reached down, hugging the back of her “noble steed” (a term Link would probably have resented…though only a little, as he was quite fond of Midna), prompting Link to turn his head, nuzzling against the little imp’s cheek. “What’s going on?”

“Spiders,” growled Sabrewulf, his hackles raised. All eyes turned upward as he pointed, and a host of glittering red eyes began appearing in the darkness around them. “Big ones.”

[70% chance of success, rolled 91 – failure #2 – new chance of success 65%]

Stepping forward with calm assurance, Ammy looked up at the eight-legged shadows slowly closing in on the little party, and gave them a slight smile. Then she raised her hands. Instantly, the dark corridor was flooded with light, yielding a host of squeals from the shiny black spiders, who ranged in size from one of Sabrewulf’s immense paws, all the way to nearly the size of Serge. That, of course, didn’t include the legs. The two digimon, however, were nowhere to be seen.

Instantly, as soon as they could see their foes, Amaterasu, Sabrewulf, Midna and Link, Fox, Claw, and Serge all raised their weapons, though only Fox and Claw had obvious ranged attacks. Robin Hood, however, stepped to the front, holding up a hand toward his comrades to keep them from attacking immediately.

“Hello, fair ladies,” he said with a pleasant smile, reaching up to doff his hat, giving the spiders a courtly bow. “I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.”

This initial greeting made the companions blink in surprise, trading bemused glances. But instead of hostility, the spiders in their webs started to titter like schoolgirls, and many of them started to blush, the pink standing out clearly on their black, five-eyed faces. Only at that moment did the companions notice: all the hairy black spiders were also sporting little bows. A feminine splash of color.

[65% chance of success, rolled 65 exact – success #1 – new chance of success 70%]

“Good eyes,” Fox McCloud praised his fellow fox, keeping his voice soft so as not to spoil Robin’s mojo.

“As essential for romance as for archery,” replied Robin, his expression never wavering as several of the spiders lowered themselves to the ground on long strands of web, drawing close to him. One was even so bold as to reach out, and give his fox rump a squeeze! Of course, she immediately withdrew the appendage, giggling softly as she chattered to her friends about the accomplishment, but still – the forwardness! “I’m terribly sorry to impose,” Robin continued, doing his best not to blush too hard at the saucy groping, “but we were looking for our friends. Perhaps you could help us?”

Just like with so many approaches to seduction, it wasn’t so much what Robin Hood said as the way he said it. If Fox McCloud or – heaven forbid! – Sabrewulf had attempted to ask for aid in this fashion, the attempt would have fallen flat. That wasn’t to say that women didn’t want Fox – just that they tended to be more predatory about getting him, as he tended to focus too much on his job to make any advances of his own. But Robin had a keen understanding of how to speak, how to act, how to carry himself with an air of kindness and approachability, while still radiating a gentle, masculine strength. In short, the foxy outlaw had charisma, and not even spidergirls could resist that heart-melting voice, or those entreating eyes.

One of the spidergirls stroked her forelimb down Robin’s chest, trembling slightly at the touch. Robin didn’t tremble, though, but only gave the spider a sweet smile. Almost immediately, a spot roughly analogous to the nose on several of the spidergirls started spurting blood, and they turned away hastily, motioning with their dainty, feminine forelimbs.

“I believe,” said Robin Hood with a smile back at his companions, “that we have some guides.”

[70% chance of success, rolled 2 – success #2 – new chance of success 75%]

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Arching his back, Rei’s mouth opened, his eyes wide, as he gasped loudly, his rump tensing. And well it should, for Muffet had two of her hands on that taut, shapely boyish bottom, squeezing him, spreading him, while another hand held his stripy tail up and out of the way. Another two hands were reached around, handling Rei’s “other tail,” this one no less stripy, though it was far more leaky. Her tongue worked against his tense tailhole, rimming him, working the powerful oral muscle first against the snug button of muscle, and then inside, gently, slowly, taking her time, drawing it out. After all, her tasty tigercat wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. A sixth hand gently fondled his plump, full sac, hefting its not-insubstantial weight, and teasing her fingers down into his perineum, even as Rei’s copious precum leaked down her wrists and his shaft, making it glisten.

In the background, Muffet was aware of her precious little friends and minions bringing two new playmates to the web. They were big, that much she could tell immediately, just judging from the way they displaced the strands all around them. Like all spiders, Muffet was very sensitive, and without even turning her head, or opening her eyes as he happily teased her tongue in a tight circle around the inner reticulation of Rei’s tailhole, she was already learning so much about her two new guests.

Besides being big, they were also heavily-muscled, gorgeously-built hunks of manhood. One was a feline, a lion judging from the way his tufted tail brushed against the web with his agitation. The other was a dragon humanoid, and was probably used to being armored…at least when he wasn’t stripped naked by a host of far smaller spidergirls. Just the way he moved, feeling so insecure to Muffet’s trained sense of touch, made it obvious he wasn’t at all comfortable being so exposed, so completely and utterly vulnerable. Unlike Teepo, however, he gave every impression of being a “wild beast” sort, as did his companion. While they had much trepidation, certainly, Muffet knew instinctively, almost without being able to articulate herself, that these two wild beasts wanted to be tamed. And it would be very satisfying.

Suddenly, Rei was yowling as the spiderlady tongued his prostate, and Teepo couldn’t restrain a soft whimper, the front of his trousers growing damp with his precum as his eyes fixed on the sight of his older friend and mentor thrusting his hips desperately into Muffet’s expert hands, the tiny, rubbery barbs on his tiger-striped cock flaring as he came. It was a beautiful moment, and Muffet could “see” it as clearly as though her eyes were open: the upside-down tigerboy, the spiderlady entwined with his supple limbs, his body tense, arched like a bow, his teeth bared, his face masked in tension, his cum spurting out over the web, leaving little droplets on its snow-white surface where they landed. Kid, Ryu, Teepo, and even the two newcomers all shivered lightly in arousal, feeling Rei’s sensations transferred directly to their bodies through the web, though of course, they didn’t feel it as much as Muffet. Muffet, however, did feel it, and was glad she’d slid off her shoes, allowing her dainty feet to hold onto her web tightly, keeping herself from falling as she shuddered all over with an orgasm of her own.

“Good kitten,” she murmured sweetly, rising behind Rei and kissing him on the cheek. “Don’t worry – I’ll be back for more soon. I’ve had a taste, dear, and I’ll never let you go.” She cast her eyes toward the handsome, heavily-muscled pair lying on their backs in the nearby webbing, where they’d been bound by her dear eight-legged friends. “But I hope you’re not the jealous sort, lover. Right now, I’d like a taste of something…meaty.”

The big black dragonman first, Muffet decided. She’d already had a taste of cat, after all, and besides, she could tell the big fellow was the impatient sort, while the gorgeous lionman with that magnificent gold-tipped penis had all the apparent relaxed patience of a four-legged lion lounging on the savannah.

Two hands caressed the dragonman’s chest, while another two stroked his cobblestone tummy, and Muffet couldn’t resist a sigh of pleasure, just admiring the big male’s gorgeous physique. Then her lower pair found the grey-capped, black shaft of the beautiful male’s penis, and instantly Muffet started to shudder all over once more. She was cumming just from the anticipation of what she was going to do to her exquisite captive!

“I hope you don’t think I’m too forward,” she said with a seductive smile, leaning in to kiss the dragon’s cheek, and though he did his best to keep his expression stoic, she felt the tension in his body building as she started stroking his shaft, slowly for now, just enough to keep him interested. “But it’s been such a long time since I’ve had visitors, and, after all, I was told to make sure no intruders made it through to my present…employer.” Her smile widened, showing her sharp, hollow, poison-filled fangs. “I think you won’t mind how I detain you, though. I can promise that I’m a very skilled hostess.”

“I do believe it, dear lady,” came another voice, this from below. “You have a beautiful home.”

Wait – below the web?! Muffet’s eyes widened, and she spun, looking down…and accidentally rubbing her toned little spiderbuns against Black Wargreymon’s mushroom-capped glans, making her give a soft “eep!” of surprise as she hopped forward on the web a step. Mind racing, Muffet realized that, somehow, someone had managed to get past her arachnid guards, and reach her inner sanctum, unbound, unrestrained, in fact unhindered in any way at all. While Muffet was far from helpless, she wasn’t a great physical fighter, relying more on traps rather than brute force. She had larger, stronger spiders for that, after all, those far more suited to physical confrontation. But they were supposed to keep intruders from making it this far without being captured, so if there were intruders below, free and unmolested…

“Your good friends showed us in,” came the pleasantly masculine voice from below, and now Muffet was looking down, blinking her five glittering eyes as she saw who it was that was addressing her…and then blinking again, her breath catching in her throat – he was perfect! “I’m so sorry to intrude, but we really needed to find our friends.”

Suddenly realizing that she was naked, and the exquisite fox below her was not, Muffet ducked below the webline, her hands immediately moving to cover herself. Fortunately, she had enough hands for the job! Somehow, it just didn’t seem right to be naked around such an obvious gentleman, at least not unless he had on just as much – or little – as you did, and Muffet couldn’t resist blushing all over like a schoolgirl confronted with her first crush.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” Muffet stammered, flustered and caught completely off-guard. “If I’d known you were coming, I’d have made some tea.”

“That’s all right,” said the handsome fox, taking another step toward the web. “We were just looking for our friends. Perhaps you could help us?”

He had to be able to see them! But then, perhaps not, with all the webbing in the way between floor and ceiling. Muffet wasn’t thinking straight, wasn’t really considering anything in a rational manner right then.

“Yes, of course,” she got out, tugging on some of her many strands of controlling webbing. “I…I just happened to have found a few wanderers, lost in the darkness. I couldn’t leave them all alone, so I…well, I and my friends ‘collected’ them. To make sure they didn’t hurt themselves, of course.”

“Of course,” replied the fox, and he sounded sincere, even though he had to know that she was lying! Just the thought of such a perfect man trusting her words, taking her at face value when she was lying through her teeth…it was no wonder that Muffet didn’t hesitate as she lowered her prisoners from their places of bondage, into the waiting arms of the others that were with the fox. “Thank you so much, dear lady. We were very worried about them.”

“Don’t…don’t mention it,” Muffet stammered, ducking still lower in the webbing. “To anyone. Please.”

[75% chance of success, rolled 28 – success #3!]

This sort of thing could ruin a girl’s reputation!

Choices

*Superstation

Additional Vote: Do we recruit a Viper defector? Y/N

[http://epictones.deviantart.com/art/Viper-Defector-560664509 and http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19307273/ and http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18085810/]

If so, please suggest a name.

How should we deal with our host of problems?

1) The bloodstained ballad of Doomguy (very little sax – lots of violins)

(70% chance of success, best of 3 rolls)

2) Comet, Krypto, Bolt, Ace, and Swift Wind come to save the day

(First roll has a 35% chance of success, further rolls have a 75% starting chance of success, 3 successes or failures, total, determines the outcome)

3) The Horde and the Heroines fight on alone

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

*Desert City

-Additional Vote: Which of the following should become part of the active characters? (5 votes minimum to secure a character’s position, one vote per person – anyone who doesn’t get enough votes will be retired from active play unless brought back by popular demand):

Berri (http://conker.wikia.com/wiki/Berri) –

Caramel Rabbit (Caramel Rabbit (http://rule34.paheal.net/post/list/Cadbury\_Caramel\_Bunny/1 and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cadbury\_Dairy\_Milk\_Caramel#Cadbury.27s\_Caramel\_Bunny) –

Foxy Asso (http://rule34.paheal.net/post/list/Foxy\_Asso/1) –

Goldie Pheasant (http://donbluth.wikia.com/wiki/Goldie) –

Shirley the Loon (http://tinytoons.wikia.com/wiki/Shirley\_the\_Loon) –

-Bambi is not included in this vote, since he is slated for appearance in various scenes to come.

a) 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)

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

c) The final act of the Pokemon Trade (no change in characters involved at the breeding facility)

(65% chance, 3 successes or failures)

d) Carmelita Fox, Sly Cooper, Mirage, and others come to the rescue (excludes those who show up from option a’s orgy, but they take part in the Pokemon Trade events instead, +10% to Pokemon Trade chances)

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

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

C) Exploring the Jungles of Rage –

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

D) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs –

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

E) 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)