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Entry 43 – Another Big Orgy in Castlevania

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

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

Bahamut (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bahamut\_(Dungeons\_%26\_Dragons))

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

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

President John Henry Eden (http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/John\_Henry\_Eden) – 1

Lady Bow (http://www.mariowiki.com/Lady\_Bow) – 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

Toralei Stripe (http://monsterhigh.wikia.com/wiki/Toralei\_Stripe and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRWR4IckzeY) – 2

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

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

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

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

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

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

Kim Possible gets in touch with family & friends – 4

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

Fluttershy/Toriel – 1

Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania – 1

Advance pregnancies (baby bumps all around) – in progress

Brooklyn/Firebrand – 6

Khida/Thepa Elite Incest – 6

Zeke and those with him turn on Ninetails – 4

Mewtwo turns someone into a body puppet – 4

Renamon/Rika Nonaka – 4

Renamon goes into male phase after giving birth – 4

Mewtwo becomes Lucario’s pet – 1

Matt makes the Kim Possible characters his personal harem – 3

Author Notes

As a gift, here’s some orgy-ific fun for everyone. This one has been in the wings for a while now, so I figured now was a great time to toss it out there. Since this is supposed to be a happy time of year (despite being founded on a blood-soaked holy day of ancient yore – go figure), I’m keeping only to “happy sex” orgy time.

This seems like a perfect opportunity to institute my new voting rules. From now on, I’ll be doing only one scene per week, so when you vote, you only need to vote on one choice, rather than one per section. After finding myself taking three weeks to finish a single episode, I decided that this was simply too long between opportunities for readers to vote. Hopefully one voted scene per week will also ensure I don’t burn out. Right now there are a lot of choices, to give everybody a chance to vote on stuff that was available previously, but these will be pared down to a more manageable number for future entries.

Also, the image of Doggo I used as inspiration - http://wizzdono.deviantart.com/art/Doggo-Husbando-579848599 - enjoy. :)

And one of Asgore: http://haychel.deviantart.com/art/Asgore-568818107

Oh heck, and one for Undyne as well: http://evomanaphy.deviantart.com/art/Buff-Fish-lady-587310854

Finally, a fun anime series that I hope you all enjoy as much as I have, shared only because I liked it, and hope you do too: http://www.crunchyroll.com/polar-bear-cafe - if you wanna see any of the characters here show up, let me know.

While I was writing this entry, I also came across two very naughty links for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, both of them drawn by the official teams or individuals that worked on the comics.

http://forums.thetechnodrome.com/showthread.php?t=29174 – check the last page for a link to this naughty comic, as done by the Archie comics team. If the link doesn’t work, let me know, and I’ll upload it myself.

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/770318 – Ninjara nude, as drawn by one of her creators.

While these are obviously intended to be non-canonical, due to their adult nature, I choose to ignore that assumption. You may assume that the comic is a canonical occurrence for the purpose of this series, and that the picture is exactly what Ninjara looks like in her altogethers, pubic fluff and all.

UFC Entry 43

“No!” snapped Undyne, still brandishing her spear, doing her best to ignore the way it nudged against Morrigan Aensland’s perfect breast, the green-haired succubus seeming to pay the weapon no particular head. “Absolutely not! I won’t release any prisoners without the king’s word!”

“But Undyne…” Alphys pleaded, the orange-scaled, plump lizardgirl hugging the tall, slender, blue-skinned mergirl’s supple leg through her tight-fitting jeans. “We’re not bad guys! You know what Dracula will do to all the humans we catch for him. Didn’t you watch those Narnia movies I got for you?”

“I…” and now Undyne was blushing furiously as she glanced down at the bespectacled monster girl, her expression guilty. “You know I haven’t had time to watch anything with all the work I’ve had to do just to earn our keep around here, Alphys,” she said, her face apologetic. “I’ve been working around the clock, and so has Doggo, just patrolling this massive place. You can fit a whole city in here, it’s so big!”

“A whole world, actually,” Alphys corrected gently, resting a hand on her blue-scaled companion’s shoulder (though she had to reach quite a bit to manage it). “I know how hard you’ve been working, Undyne, and I couldn’t help but work just as hard trying to figure out how this place works…and how we could escape from it.”

“It’s not like I want to work for Dracula,” Undyne admitted, dropping her single slitted eye, her spear’s point wavering just a little. “But His Highness made a deal, because it was the only place we had left when things went…wrong.”

“Well then,” said Morrigan, now standing to Undyne’s other side, having somehow slipped away from the spear’s tip the moment the mergirl’s eye had wandered. “Why don’t I have a chat with your king?” Her hand lightly caressed Undyne’s bare arm, making the fishgirl’s single eye widen, her breathing starting to increase in pace, her legs trembling, all from a single touch of the queen of the Makai. “I think he and I certainly have a lot to discuss, because if it’s a place to live you want,” she smiled, and Undyne couldn’t turn away from that angelic expression, couldn’t even think about trying, “we can do business.”

-

“Not much of a throne room,” grumbled Asgore Dreemurr as he paced the short hall that had been set aside for his use in the vast realm known as Castlevania, doing his best to ignore the sounds of human voices calling out to him from the cage he’d deliberately tucked behind several pillars, where he didn’t have to look at its occupants. “Not even a real throne.”

[http://undertale.wikia.com/wiki/Asgore\_Dreemurr]

“A true king carries his nobility with him,” came the stiff, formal voice of the purple-haired foxlady standing not far from the large cage, cleaning her pistol, a shotgun strapped to the back of her purple uniform, where she’d put it after seeing to its usual maintenance following its last use, to keep several of the grotesque creatures of Castlevania from crawling through one of the slitted windows of the erstwhile throne room. “When you are a king, everyone with eyes can know it simply by looking at you.”

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

Ursula had come into Asgore’s service largely by accident, along with the two other vulpine warrior women, Idhra Prashmet, and Umeko, and the mostly silent canid warrior, Scias. Dracula had presented them to the king of monsters, Asgore Dreemurr, on the sealing of their compact, the pact that gave his people, though few in number, the right to live in the vast realm of Castlevania, in exchange for guarding it against any human intruders. Asgore strongly suspected that the four canids had been assigned to spy on him, for he distrusted the softly glowing red collars around their necks, but there was little he could do about it. After all, his people needed a home, having lost their old one in the Underground, and their newer one as well when humans once again turned on them, driving them away. Where else could they go? What other choice did he, as the king of the monsters, have?

[http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Brutal:\_Paws\_of\_Fury

http://turtlepedia.wikia.com/wiki/Umeko

http://bof.wikia.com/wiki/Scias]

“I’m not much of a king,” Asgore admitted quietly, looking at the smooth-skinned foxgirl, who was regarding him with that cold expression that was almost always on her otherwise pretty face. “Enslaving my people to darkness in exchange for bed and board. Selling my principles for mere survival. What sort of a king does something like that?”

“A king who needs to rethink his priorities,” came the answer, in a strong, deep voice, full of command. “I learned the lesson of choosing between my people and my principles the hard way, o king. Pray you don’t have to.”

It was Cray, the chief of a tribe of large and muscular cat people that had been overrun by Castlevania’s influence, many of their numbers infected with lycanthropy, turning them into even more beefy werecats, and also drawing them under the sway of Dracula’s darkness. Cray had fought long and hard to save his people, but when the end had drawn near, and he’d only barely managed to get half his tribe to safety in the mountains, he’d stayed behind, vowing to save those taken and corrupted by darkness, or die in the attempt. So he’d stayed, along with a few of his friends, until Dracula had found those friends, one by one, and corrupted those he could, such as Ursula and Scias, and imprisoned those he couldn’t. Despite everything, however, Dracula’s minions hadn’t been the ones to capture Cray himself. Instead, it had been Undyne and Doggo, Doggo’s great strength keeping the mighty woren chieftan busy while the lightning fast captain of Asgore’s guard disabled the handsome catman. Now Cray waited with the ten other prisoners in the great iron cage, waited to be handed over to Dracula to further the Prince of Darkness’ vile schemes. Schemes in which Asgore was now an accomplice, like it or not.

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

“Choice of evils,” Asgore answered with a disparaging shake of his head. “When all my choices are some sort of evil, am I really being given a choice at all? Damned if I do serve Dracula, but at least I’m the only one who takes the blame, and damned if I don’t, and all my people with me.”

“You know,” said a sweet, sultry voice by Asgore’s ear, making the beefy, heavily-muscled monster king jump and spin to face a beautiful and scantily-clad, green-haired woman. “There are more options than just two.”

Instantly, the blades of Scias and the black-haired kitsune woman, Umeko, flashed out, while Ursula slung her shotgun and drew her pistol in a motion so smooth, so fast, it was almost too fast for the nacked eye to follow. Similarly, Idhra took a fighting stance, all four of the canid guardians glaring at the intruder with the same fiery-tinted eyes. But instead of reacting with fear, the green-haired woman gave the four guardians a knowing smile, and lightly, casually flicked the fingers of one elegant, flawless hand.

Even more instantly, Scias shuddered, his blade lowering slightly as the red collar around his neck dropped to the floor. He glanced to the sides, at his three vixen companions, and Asgore didn’t even get to see what happened next, as the floppy-eared, slender dogman moved faster than the blink the monster king couldn’t restrain, before sheathing his weapon with the slightest of satisfied nods. A beat passed, and all three of the young women’s collars dropped to the floor, neatly split down the middle into two halves, without a single mark on one lovely neck.

“Ursula, Ninjara, and Foxy Roxy, was it?” the green-haired woman said with a smile at the bewildered expressions on the three vixens’ faces as they blinked, their minds slowly coming back to them with the removal of the collars. “And Scias, of course,” she added, giving the slender bushido dog a smoldering look that instantly made Scias blush furiously and take several steps back, to hide himself in the shadow of a pillar. “But this isn’t about you…well, right now,” she continued, turning to gently caress the front of Asgore’s hardforged armor. “This is about us, King Asgore Dreemurr. And, more specifically, about what I can do for your people.”

“How-“ Asgore got out, his cheeks a bright red beneath his thick beard as he watched, helplessly, while the green-haired seductress (and only now did he notice the bat wings on the sides of her head, marking her as a succubus), started to reach for the buckles and straps of his armor. “How did you get past the guardians of my chamber?”

“Oh, you mean the King’s Pet and the Great Grey Wolf?” giggled the strange and beautiful woman as she deftly undid a few of those buckles, and let Asgore’s armor drop to the floor of the small “throne room” with a loud clank. “They’re perfectly fine. Once I explained who I was, and why I was here, they were more than happy to let me through. They’re not the sort to serve such painfully obvious evil willingly, especially not when I’m here to offer an alternative.”

[http://darksouls.wikia.com/wiki/Aava,\_the\_King's\_Pet

http://darksouls.wikidot.com/sif-the-great-grey-wolf]

Gaining some slight measure of self-control back at the sound of his armor hitting the cold stone floor, Asgore looked up, blinking in shock at the sight of the ghostly mist tiger and massive wolf standing not far off, watching with those ever-inscrutable eyes while the green-haired succubus untied Asgore’s cape, and let it fall to join the rest of the steadily-growing pile of armor and clothing by the monster king’s feet. She was stripping him down to his polka-dot boxers, and they weren’t lifting a claw or fang to help him! And just behind them were Alphys, Doggo, and Undyne, his supposedly loyal retainers, equally doing nothing to save him from the clutches of this dangerous seductress. With such betrayal staring him right in the face, the king of the monsters hardly noticed the four humans lingering in the background, one woman and three men, unbound and free to act, though for now they simply watched.

“Who…who are you?” he stammered out, his eyes widening (as did everyone else’s eyes as they fixed on him) as the beautiful woman slowly knelt, peeling his boxers down with her, exposing every inch of his thick-muscled, shaggy, bear-like body…and equally bear-sized penis! “What do you want?”

“Mmm,” cooed the succubus, working her surprisingly long tongue beneath the fold of Asgore’s foreskin, which only reluctantly gave any ground at all, even while his immense shaft grew swiftly and fully erect. “You vixens are so lucky!” And when she spoke these words, Ursula, Ninjara, and Foxy Roxy all blushed furiously…though they didn’t look away as Asgore’s captor began stroking his heavy prick with one long-fingered hand, the other stroking over his thick-haired, baseball-sized balls.

“It seemed like such a good deal at first, didn’t it?” she continued, now addressing Asgore, looking up at him with that knowing smile that made it impossible to deny the truth she spoke. “Three beautiful women to serve your every sexual need. A throne room, to show your proper royal position. A home for all your subjects, safe from the dangers of the human masses. And a simple enough job, only requiring you to hunt humans, the very creatures who’d driven your people into your desperate straits in the first place. You didn’t even have to kill them, just capture them and bring them to Dracula. But you didn’t enjoy your deal with the Prince of Darkness, did you, Your Highness?”

“No,” admitted Asgore, closing his eyes, his whole body shuddering when the woman touched That Spot right behind his heavy sac with expert precision and pressure, keeping him from seeing the expressions on the faces of everyone in the throne room, human and otherwise, as those free of the cage surrounded him in a circle, the tension palpable in the air. “I…I only took advantage of the vixens once, and then only their mouths, and then…not all the way.”

“You’re not a rapist, are you?” asked the woman, before flicking her tongue into his seeping meatus at the very tip of his heavy royal pride.

“They couldn’t help but do what I told them,” Asgore continued. “With those collars, I mean. I didn’t know exactly what they were, but I knew they were forcing the ones wearing them to obey orders, whether they liked it or not. And everything else about the deal – everything – all turned bitter and dark. I’ve got nine humans right there, in that cage, as well as a unicorn filly, a leopardman that used to be human, and a woren chieftain, someone Dracula has wanted to corrupt for months now, and I couldn’t…I couldn’t hand them over.” He grit his teeth, baring his surprisingly sharp canines, his slightly plump belly tensing visibly as the green-haired woman spread her mouth, engulfing his shaft, sinking down its length, nice and slow, letting him feel the exquisite contractions of her throat, which milked him with all the power and skill that might be expected from a well-trained vagina’s inner muscles. “I can’t hand them over…can’t serve Dracula anymore!” Then his eyes opened, and he looked down, his expression bewildered. “But…what choice do I have? If I don’t, then my people will be doomed.”

[http://www.mangahere.co/manga/guin\_saga/ and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guin\_Saga]

Releasing Asgore’s erection only reluctantly, making a loud popping sound as her lips left his plump and heavily-leaking glans, the green-haired beauty looked up at Asgore with a smile so sultry, it felt as though it were hot enough to sear the monster king’s soul. She got to her feet, giving her shoulders a slow roll, letting the black singlet she was more-or-less wearing slide smoothly to the floor, baring her exquisitely-sculpted physique, especially her flawless alabaster breasts, each large enough to fit nicely into even Asgore’s meaty paws.

“My name,” said the woman, a gentle hand pushing Asgore back onto the large cushioned easychair that served as his “throne” in the small room, “is Morrigan Aensland. I am the queen of the Makai, temporarily dethroned thanks to the machinations of the Prince of Darkness, the one mortals call Dracula. Makai is the name of my people as well as my realm, the dimension of demons, a place like this plane, but better-suited to the needs of the monsters that call it home.” She stepped forward, resting her hands on Asgore’s shoulders, and looking down into his eyes, her own burning with lust. “You don’t have to serve Dracula and reap his pathetic half-rewards, King Dreemurr. You could serve me instead, and reap rewards,” she leaned in close, caressing his cheek with her own, “far greater. A land for your people, taken from my own, under a bright sun and stars not much different from the ones in this plane. A place for all of you to live in safety and peace…if that’s what you truly want. And easy access to the mortal realm, should you want to return here, to this plane, and enjoy some of the…pleasures,” and she reached down, her hand rubbing and stroking around the dripping head of Asgore’s penis, “that are so prevalent here.”

“But you’re dethroned,” Asgore got out through clenched teeth. “You said so yourself! You can’t…you don’t…”

“That’s the gamble, isn’t it?” Morrigan admitted, straddling Asgore’s thick lap, kneeling over his upthrust erection as she pushed his easychair back, letting its recliner function take hold to lean him back even further. “You continue to serve Dracula, and you know what your rewards will be: just what you’ve already received, as he forgets about you in the vast castle-world he calls home, and which you never will, not you or your subjects, until you become true monsters, properly suited to life in Castlevania. Serve me instead, and there is a very real danger of failure, with all the horrors that entails. But if we succeed,” her smile was soft this time, not seductive, but sweet, even caring, as she looked down at the monster king. “You can rest assured, I will be very grateful to the ones who helped me regain my kingdom from the clutches of the Prince of Darkness. And I always repay my debts.”

“Please, Your Highness,” came the cute voice of Alphys, huddled slightly behind Undyne, both monster girls looking at him with adorably embarrassed expressions, obviously completely unsure what to do, exactly, with so much sex in the air, Morrigan’s presence filling the entire room, awakening all their desires, however well-hidden. “Please, we’re not happy in this awful place, and what we’re doing isn’t right. Wouldn’t we be happier if we…if we agreed to what Morrigan is offering?”

“I’d rather risk it all than serve like a dog,” Undyne growled in agreement, before glancing at Doggo, standing nearby, “no offense.”

“None taken,” answered the muscular dog-guard, breathing hard as he watched the point where Asgore’s more-than-impressive meatstaff poised just below Morrigan’s moist and inviting folds, lightly trimmed with barely-visible, downy tufts of green pubic fluff. Whether he was staring at Morrigan or Asgore, however, was impossible to tell.

“They’re right, Your Highness,” said a pleasant male voice, and Alphys’ mouth dropped open as she felt the hand of Dante – one of her biggest fantasy crushes! – resting his hand on her shoulder, her entire body seizing up as her eyes went wide, and her face turned bright red. “Stay where you are, and you’ll always be a slave. You, and your people. I’ve had the choice, too: serve evil, and get great power, but at the cost of being its eternal slave. Maybe being free is harder, and has more risks, but at least you’re free. Nobody thanks their king for making them slaves. But everybody, for all generations of time, thanks and remembers the one who made them free.”

“He’s right!” said another voice, and Asgore turned, blinking in surprise as he saw Umeko, the kitsune Morrigan had called Ninjara, step forward, her cheeks flushed beneath her bright red fur, even as she set a tentative hand on the monster king’s shoulder, leaning forward in a way that made him painfully aware of how her skintight shirt clung to her perfect breasts. “You’re not a monster on the inside, your highness…Asgore.” And as she used his name, dropping the honorific, Asgore felt something flutter inside his chest, something he hadn’t felt since the first time he tasted Toriel’s pies for the first time, and blinked in confusion as he looked into Umeko’s amber eyes. “I was at your mercy under the spell of the collar. You could have done anything with me, could have ordered me to perform anything, and I would have obeyed.”

“As would I,” agreed the brighter, orange-red vixen, Foxy Roxy, her plump breasts bouncing beneath the tight blue sports bra she wore, before she pressed them against Asgore’s other arm, on the opposite side of his chair from where Umeko now stood. “Not that we would have minded,” she added, giving Umeko a saucy wink, which made the other, darker-furred vixen blush even more deeply, unable to meet the green eyes of the other vixen. “Umeko loves her men meaty, and I…well, I’ve got a weakness for older, more experienced men. You could have shagged us silly, and we’d have loved every moment of it, completely in your control. But all you ever did was ask us to kiss you.” Her smirk was teasing and flirty in a way that only foxes could properly pull off. “Forced us to serve you with our mouths indeed.”

[http://knowyourmeme.com/photos/981237-furries

http://nuditon.deviantart.com/art/Foxy-Roxy-528882968

http://simonesan.deviantart.com/art/Foxy-roxy-199855533

http://duaxer.deviantart.com/art/BrutalFoxy-Color-115760591]

“You didn’t even kiss us for long,” Umeko chimed in, looking about ready to sink into the floor with embarrassment after what Foxy Roxy had revealed about her supposedly secret kinks, allowed to slip during times spent in their shared sleeping chamber. “You knew we were just slaves, and couldn’t bear the thought of making us do…things without our permission. But that’s just what Dracula will do to the humans you’ve caught, if you hand them over: he’ll make them into slaves, and worse. You can’t do that, Asgore.” Her eyes lifted, then, meeting the monster king’s. “Please.”

“You’ve heard the arguments for joining me,” Morrigan said, leaning forward, her breasts dangling like ripe fruit before Asgore’s wide eyes, sweat beading on his brow as they fixed on those wide, cherry dark nipples, erect and bobbing within easy reach. “And you already know the arguments for not staying where you are. What’s that? Oh, I see: you’re still making up your mind. Hmm,” Morrigan teasingly looked toward the two vixens, then grinned, even as she deliberately rubbed her leaking slit against the throbbing tip of Asgore’s upthrust erection. “Both you beautiful vixens have a serious thing for his highness. Why don’t you help me, and give him an offer I’m sure he’ll accept.” Umeko blinked at this suggestion, apparently not understanding it, but Foxy Roxy was already peeling off her sports bra and tossing it aside, revealing suckably sweet-looking strawberry pink nipples. Morrigan giggled at the other vixen’s obvious consternation at the sight, compounded as Foxy Roxy turned away, letting Morrigan, Umeko, and Asgore all watch as she shimmied out of her too-tight Lycra shorts, revealing a flash of snowy white right beneath her tail, a mirror to a similar white patch right beneath her chin, though this one framed a tailhole and slit so obviously small and snug, it made Asgore ache just to look at her. Utterly unashamed of her body, Foxy Roxy grinned back at the monster king, then at the others in the room, before giving her toned, tight buns a hard smack, turning her tail to the side as she did so, making sure Asgore got the best possible view of everything she had to offer.

“You…you don’t need to try and bribe me,” Asgore protested, turning his eyes hastily away from the tantalizing sight of fresh, juicy vixyquim, and the equally tempting sight of Morrigan’s flawless breasts, looking toward Umeko’s still-clothed form instead. “I know what’s right. Though it means a grave risk to my people, I must choose your path, Queen Morrigan. You’ve come to offer me salvation, and I’d be a fool not to accept.”

“Silly boy,” laughed Morrigan as she smoothly slid from on top of the king, and took Umeko’s shoulders, kissing the flustered fox full on the lips, Ninjara’s eyes going huge at the sudden contact of warm, womanly flesh, then slowly close as she simply melted in the supernaturally-arousing grip of the succubus queen…besides the hard fact that, as a centuries-old demoness, Morrigan had a lot of experience. “I’m the sort of slut who’d try to seduce you to my side with pleasures of the flesh,” she continued as she broke the kiss, leaving poor Umeko blinking and panting and even more overwhelmed than before. “Dear Foxy Roxy there, like any right-thinking woman, just wants to reward you for making the right decision.” She lightly teased her fingertips beneath Ninjara’s chin, using those tiny points of contact to guide the kitsune forward as the green-haired woman stepped to the side, out of the path between Ninjara and the king’s throne. “As does dear Ninjara.”

Ninjara didn’t resist, didn’t even try, as Morrigan slipped behind her, gently guiding her forward, even as her deft, skilled hands undid the ties at the back of the neck of the orange-red kitsune’s top, and smoothly peeled her clothes down, stretching them carefully, making sure not to damage them in the slightest. As Morrigan knelt, so did Ninjara, until her muzzle was bare fingerspans from Asgore’s immense uncut cock, her eyes growing heavy-lidded as her black-padded nose worked furiously, taking in the monster king’s clean, masculine odor.

“This is what you want,” said Morrigan, stage-whispering in Ninjara’s ear, even as her hands found the vixen’s breasts, caressing them, fondling them, squeezing them, her own breasts pressed tightly against Ninjara’s back. “You want to serve a true lord, one good as well as strong, with just the slightest taint of wickedness about him. You want to serve him with all of you, to let him do with you as he pleases, to show your total and absolute devotion.”

“Yes,” Ninjara whispered breathlessly, leaning forward to lovingly kiss the very tip of Asgore’s heavily-leaking prick. With the slightest of touches to her chin, Morrigan guided Ninjara’s kiss just a little bit higher, and suddenly the darker red vixen was kissing the lips of the bright orange Foxy Roxy! She hadn’t even realized that the other vixen was kneeling directly opposite her, on the other side of Asgore’s erection, kissing and licking her way up to the very tip of the monster king’s potent “scepter,” until the moment Morrigan’s perfect timing caused them to meet in the middle.

For just a moment, Ninjara resisted. Then Foxy Roxy reached out, grabbing the other vixen’s shoulders, pulling her into their deep French kissing with enthusiasm! Moaning loudly as she found herself suddenly right in the middle of one of her most private fantasies, sharing a powerful, dominant male with another beautiful woman as dedicated to serving that male as she was, and as capable of doing so, Ninjara gave up resisting, and returning Foxy Roxy’s kiss with an equal amount of enthusiasm. As the vixens pressed together, Asgore’s hands tightened on the arms of his chair, his toes curling both at the erotic sight of the two smoking hot vixens making out, and at the feeling of their full, flawless breasts squeezing tightly together, enfolding his rigid erection right between them, their bodies stroking against his length with each movement.

“Lots of people think that succubi make you fall for them,” Alphys was spurging quietly, while Dante and Undyne stood to either side and slightly in front of her, the little yellow reptile girl so flushed right then, her scales were almost pink, and her round glasses were starting to get all steamed up while she and her two companions watched the gorgeous, lean-muscled vixens rubbing their bodies actively against Asgore’s throbbing cock now, rather than as an unconscious side-effect of their shared kiss, squeezing their breasts tightly together to make a snug channel, while taking turns working their tongues in swirling licks around the corona of his glans, paying special attention to the seeping slit at the tip, and the extra-sensitive frenulum just beneath, making Asgore’s belly and butt tense, his rump sometimes going so far as to lift from his seat, his hips arching at each especially potent jolt of pleasure. “It’s not true, though. Succubi don’t make you feel lust. They just awaken the desires you’ve already got…”

“Sounds like you know a lot about me, little one,” said Morrigan, turning her head as she stood halfway between Asgore’s throne and the trio standing nearby, flashing a smile so seductive, it fogged up Alphys’ glasses the rest of the way, causing little puffs of steam to escape around the collar of her tightly-buttoned lab coat, while Undyne swallowed nervously, gripping her sharp spear with instinctive readiness at the presence of a predator, and even Dante, normally so skilled at distancing himself from the action, to better take charge in any situation, found himself checking out the sleek flow of Morrigan’s trimly-muscled back, all the way down to the dimples of Venus above her flawless buttocks, before his eyes snapped up, his cheeks coloring slightly as he saw the knowing look in those eyes, making it all too clear that he’d been caught…but the green-haired beauty didn’t mind in the least. “Then you also know that the feelings you’re having aren’t caused by any magic. They’re just being brought to the fore by my presence, making you recognize what you really want consciously, rather than leaving them safely buried in the subconscious.”

“You…you feed on pleasure,” Alphys continued, her chest heaving as she watched, helplessly, like a doe in headlights, as Morrigan turned, and began to walk toward her. “And on the life essence that is a part of giving – and taking – that pleasure.”

Before Morrigan could get too close, both Undyne and Dante stepped in a little closer, keeping themselves protectively between the succubus and the plumply-precious little reptile girl. Immediately, Alphys felt herself flush inside, this time for a far different reason: even knowing how powerful the Queen of the Makai was, the two people between her and Morrigan wanted to protect her, at any cost. With Dante, well, it made sense, of course – that was just what he did! But Undyne…Undyne was good, really good, but she could still get hurt, bleed, and even die, not like the semi-mythical son of a demon lord Dante. For Undyne to be willing to stand in the way of what could easily be certain doom, and Alphys, made Alphys’ heart start to pitter-patter so fast, so hard, she was sure it would leap right into her throat.

“I can also take nourishment from other sources,” Morrigan continued, letting her smile play between Alphys’ two noble defenders, even as she stretched out her hands…and lightly stroked her fingertips across Dante’s muscular chest, and Undyn’s equally-muscled belly, lightly stroking that hand upward, exposing more and more of blue washboard belly, while Alphys couldn’t tear her eyes away, wondering how much would be revealed before Morrigan finally stopped. At the same time, Morrigan was making Alphys’ brain start to overload as her other hand slid first to one side, then the other, brushing Dante’s long red duster from his shoulders, then letting it drop smoothly to the worn carpet covering the flagstones. “I can take nourishment…from the love of others.”

Dante blinked, and Undyne blushed, while they both cast each other a half-wary look…then let their eyes lower, to rest on Alphys. Suddenly the center of attention, Alphys gave an adorable squeak, sweat beading on her forehead, but aside from her uncontrollable trembling, she was rooted to the spot, utterly incapable of movement.

“I’m not into guys…” Undyne began.

“Neither am I,” Dante countered with a shrug. “Well…most of the time, anyway.”

“Yeah,” Undyne agreed with a shark-toothed grin. “Most of the time.” Then her eyes turned back to Alphys. “But, you know…I don’t mind sharing.” Alphys started to sputter at this revelation, her erudite, technical mind no longer able to spit out a single coherent sentence, and even having trouble with basic words. “Actually, I think it’s kinda hot, especially considering how long and how hard she’s crushed on you.”

“G-guys,” Alphys somehow managed to force out, looking up between blue-skinned sharkwoman and silver-haired half-demonic human. “Guys, I don’t know if…”

Whatever Alphys had been about to say, she would never know, because right then, Undyne bent and kissed her on one cheek, and Dante bent to kiss her on the other. Instead of continuing to even try and reason out her present situation, Alphys’ jaw dropped, and her expression turned so adorably happy, even the grimly stoic Raphael Sorel, lurking at the rear of the room, couldn’t suppress a smile. Undyne pulled back, and Dante started peppering kisses along Alphys’ cheek and neck and lips, slow and sensual, just like she’d always known he’d be, while the mer-girl peeled off her tank top and tossed it aside, freeing her smallish boobs to bob just before Alphys’ lust-fogged eyes. Then it was Undyne’s turn to start kissing Alphys, this time full on the lips, her short, raspy tongue wriggling against Alphys’ slightly triangular one, even as Undyne started unbuttoning Alphys’ lab coat, parting it, opening it, revealing the smooth expanse of tiny, delicate yellow scales beneath.

“Heh, I knew it,” Undyne chuckled, letting her slitted eyes caress over Alphys’ suddenly-bared body moments before her hands followed the same paths. “Nothing underneath. You like doing science in the buff, huh, Alphys?”

[http://scarfofsilver.tumblr.com/image/148880963459 – the image I used as the basis of my accusation

http://knowyourmeme.com/photos/1088371-undertale - and here’s the proof!

http://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/zinzoa/undertale-alphys - and sometimes the coat is a little too short]

“It’s not…I mean, I don’t…I mean, you don’t…” Alphys stammered, before a gentle hand cupped her chin, turning her to face Dante, who silenced her with an equally gentle kiss. Undyne took that moment to lean slightly back, her hands going to the waist of her shorts, shimmying them down and off while she casually checked out Dante’s butt. Huh, not bad…no, not bad at all, for a guy…and a human. Acting on impulse, Undyne reached over and stroked her hand over the pale-skinned guy’s buns, squeezing them lightly, feeling how hard and firm they were – this guy really took good care of his body, and Undyne could totally respect that sort of attention to physical fitness – before she reached a little lower, between his legs from the rear, and cupped his sac.

“Huh,” commented the mer-girl, her red-haired eyebrows arching slightly. “Smooth as an eel.” She leaned forward a little, letting her eyes play down Dante’s belly and groin, giving a soft grunt of surprise as she noted the soft silver hair in a light escutcheon just above the human’s groin. “Neatly trimmed,” she stated, nodding in approval. “That’ll make it easy for Alphys to suck on you.”

“S-suck on…!” Alphys exclaimed, still almost incapable of forming complete sentences. Not that either Undyne or Dante seemed inclined to give her the chance. Before Alphys could get out any sort of protest, Undyne was taking the scaly girl’s ankles in her hands, then pulling them up, holding them spread, baring her tiny slit. Even then, Alphys might have said something…until she saw Dante resting his hands on her inner thighs, smiling up at her reassuringly. He was pausing there deliberately, Alphys realized in one of the few still-functioning parts of her hormone-addled brain. He was waiting for her to give him permission to…to…oh goodness! Mostly covering her face with her hands, Alphys could only just barely manage the slightest of nods. It was enough of an invitation, and soon the yellow lizard girl squeaked loudly, her body arching upward, her hands grabbing tight hold of the carpet beneath her, as Dante’s mouth went to her astonishingly snug cunny (and Alphys liked the word “cunny” – she thought it was cute), and started to work his tongue around her delicate folds with astonishing skill, before squeezing slowly inside, making Alphys cry out despite her normally shy tendencies.

“Mmm,” Undyne exclaimed, going to all-fours next to Dante to better survey Alphys’ bits. “That looks really tasty. Move over, and let me have a nibble, huh?”

Somehow, a clinically detached segment of Alphys’ mind was able to look over both of her lovers’ upturned tushies, and note the differences. Both Dante’s and Undyne’s buttocks were muscular and trim, the product of a slightly ectomorphic build and lots of cardiovascular work, running and jumping and, in Undyne’s case, swimming. Dante’s buns were smooth and somewhat pale, while Undyne’s had a barely-visible dimpling of countless miniscule blue scales, which gave her flesh a perpetual glossy sheen. Both were heart-shaped, but with Dante, the shape was broken slightly by the mildly blunt outlines at certain points all along his supple, squeezable-looking flesh. Compared side-by-side, there was no mistaking Dante’s butt for that of a girl, or Undyne’s for that of a guy.

At about that time, Undyne’s mouth latched firmly onto Alphys’ clitoris, and after that, all of Alphys’ conscious thoughts completely shut down, while she gave very audible voice to her sudden spasms of orgasmic pleasure. And when Dante slid a finger into her, stroking it upward against the roof of her vagina, Alphys’ toes curled, her legs kicking as she saw stars.

So caught up in the throes of the passion bubbling all around him, frozen in place as he watched, Nathan Graves didn’t even realize Morrigan had crept up on him until he felt her long nails lightly teasing against his chin, turning his face toward her, right before her lips met his. Moaning into the kiss, the green-haired succubus let one hand play up and down the strong, healthy young vampire hunter’s chest, while the other gripped the front of his trousers, squeezing the modest-sized bulge she found there. Nearby, Shanoa stood with a ready stance, wary of what Morrigan might do to her fellow hunter, but all the Makai queen finally ended up doing was breaking the kiss with a light, knowing smirk as she met Nathan’s eyes…and Nathan was the first one to look away, blushing furiously.

“Not opposed to the idea of women,” she said with a pleasant smile, her hands easily undoing his belt, letting the outer skirt of his clothes fall, leaving him in his trousers alone. “But…more interested in other tastes. Ones of which your mentor wouldn’t approve, I’m sure. Especially since they involved his son in your secret fantasies.”

“How did you…?” the grey-haired boy started to say, only to have Morrigan touch his lips with a finger, shushing him.

“I’m a creature that feeds on the secret fantasies of the heart, dear boy,” Morrigan explained, her hands calmly loosening buckles, unfastening straps, and busily working away at stripping off all the many little details that made a monster hunter so terribly difficult to undress quickly. “A kiss was all it took to know what you really want. Even if I changed myself into a form you’d find more pleasing…perhaps something with long black hair, and a fine, masculine chest,” she added with a teasing wink, making Nathan blush furiously, further removing his power to resist her as the green-haired succubus finally got to work on lifting the young hunter’s shirt up and over his head, “someone named Hugh Baldwin, to replay that little event at those hot springs, I wouldn’t get much nourishment out of you: you want to live. Most heroes do, and it’s why they make such poor meals. Young, strong, healthy peasant lads are much better for feeding purposes. And the occasional lass, of course,” she added, with a sly glance at raven-haired Shanoa, still watching warily nearby, too much of her attention on Morrigan, and too little on the true threat to her virtue that was even then stalking in from behind. “Besides, we’re all on the same side, at least for now; it would be in bad taste to devour your soul by force, rather than the gentle methods I prefer, when I’m just trying to help with…team bonding.”

“We were just kids,” Nathan tried to explain away Morrigan’s earlier accusation, not daring to meet her eyes as she easily opened up his breeches, then let them drop, leaving him naked save for his high armored boots and white gloves. “It was just some messing around, experimenting.”

“There’s no shame in enjoying being the one to receive,” Morrigan said soothingly, caressing Nathan’s muscular but surprisingly smooth chest with loving affection. “I’m sure Doggo will agree. Won’t you, Doggo?”

“Yes!” exclaimed the tall, muscular dog-man, just before his large, strong paw came down on Nathan Graves’ shoulder, turning the young hunter to face him.

“What are you-mmm!” the grey-haired boy managed to get out, before Doggo’s muzzle pressed against his mouth, smothering all further words, but not Nathan’s startled squeal, surprisingly high-pitched, when Doggo grabbed the boy’s taut, toned, smooth butt in both large, powerful hands, and squeezed them tightly. But though Nathan squirmed and wriggled in the grip of the muscular dog-man, there would be no escape for him. After all, he didn’t really want to escape, as all the old fantasies about the many, many near-naked beastmen he’d had to fight in his prior adventures came flooding back to the fore of his mind, dredged from subconscious thoughts he’d never dared to entertain openly until now.

As for Shanoa, she raised her hands as Morrigan turned to face her, already starting to make the gestures that would call up the magic from the red tattoo on her back, summoning her weapons and other magics.

“I’ll not fall so easily to your tempting power, demoness,” she said in a voice at once calm and determined, lines of light forming around her hands as the glyphs on her smooth, bared back started to glow, her long dress (backless, of course, all the way down to the waist to give her glyphs plenty of space) swirling around her in a silent wind. “I am a blade against the darkness. Corruption like yours has no hold on me.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” admitted Morrigan with a reasonable tone, giving a shrug and heaving a sigh that caused her flawless alabaster breasts to do positively scandalous things. “You’re a strong woman, independent and capable. I know that you’re attracted to me, but I also know that you would never jeopardize yourself for the sake of anything so ephemeral as mere sex.” Then the succubus queen smiled slightly. “At least, not with someone like myself. But with someone who could satisfy your more…primal needs, I think you will be far more pliable.”

Shanoa blinked, then, as she felt a large, padded paw on the small of her back, right before a single long, sharp claw hooked into the hem of her fabric, right where the open back of her dress met her waistline. A hard tug, and instantly Shanoa gave a sharp cry, her hands losing their summoning glow as she moved her arms to cover her suddenly-denuded breasts, even more pale and white than Morrigan’s. Another tug, and one of Shanoa’s hands shot downward, covering her smooth-waxed pudenda, her face showing her total bewilderment at the situation that now confronted her. Despite facing Dracula’s many minions in the past, none had been so bold as to attempt to sexualize their conflict. Only human men had dared to attempt such rude and forward acts, and she had quickly grown accustomed to dealing with such fools harshly.

Spinning, her back now to Morrigan, Shanoa looked right into the faces of the two great guardian beasts, Aava and Sif. It had been Aava’s paw on the small of her back that had stripped her naked. And now, as Aava lifted his paw once more, it was he who sent Shanoa tumbling back with a single, light push, not even needing the full extent of his immense, more-than-tigerish strength. But it was Sif onto whose soft-furred side Shanow tumbled, cushioning her fall with his body, until it wasn’t painful in the slightest, but did have the effect of causing Shanoa’s legs to splay outward, her hands extending to spread out the force of her fall.

“You’ve always loved the thrill of changing shapes, dear Shanoa,” Morrigan continued to speak, gliding closer to better watch, her feet not quite touching the floor before she came to a halt near where the two great guardian beasts were already starting to run their vast tongues, rough and smooth, over the feebly-struggling brunette’s smooth, pale flesh. “Always loved the feeling of being so free, so pure, so primal. The sweet rush of your powers flowing through your veins, making you feel complete in a way nothing else could hope to mirror.” Then Morrigan smiled, watching with satisfaction as Shanoa willingly took Sif’s long, smooth tongue into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head as though she were sucking on something far more…meaty. “But I don’t think you need me to tell you what you truly desire,” she finished with a light chuckle.

Almost hidden from view in the shadow of a protective pillar, Scias watched, doing his best to ignore the soft cries from the cage behind him, where all the humans were being kept, and grateful when another voice, deep and powerful, but soft as well in its tones, silenced them with a gentle command. Whoever the speaker was, he was wise, hushing the young human prisoners so they didn’t draw attention. Right now, drawing attention was the surest way to end up in the middle of the orgy taking place all around. They’d be let free eventually, so Scias didn’t feel any need to free them.

What he did free…was his penis.

Parting his robes, Scias didn’t need to look down his tall, lean-muscled body to find his erect red shaft with one hand. A master swordsman, the grassrunner male handled his prick with the same expertise as his blade, slowly stroking his length above the knot, not touching that extra-sensitive territory just yet. There was too much of a show left for him to want to go over the edge too quickly.

King Asgore’s first orgasm was as awe-inspiring as it was understandable. How many people, honestly, could watch two gorgeous, supermodel-hot vixens kneeling before you, happily sharing your cocktip between happily licking tongues and suckling mouths, while at the same time rubbing your shaft between their breasts. Just thinking about how things must have looked from Asgore’s perspective was enough to force Scias to slow down a little more, keeping his stroking limited to a light touch about a third down his bright red, veiny shaft, where it was a little less sensitive, away from the tip and the knot both. When Asgore popped, it was Foxy Roxy’s turn to lick his glans, and she promptly clamped her lips down around his hefty monster beef, trying to gulp it all down. Of course, she failed, though she gave it more than the old college try. When Foxy Roxy finally pulled away, coughing for breath, her face and boobs splattered in copious white monster cream, Ninjara immediately took over, her cheeks bulging almost immediately, her eyes huge with shock at how productive the mighty king of the monsters really was. There was no possible way for her to have prepared for it, and where Foxy Roxy had more than a little experience with sexual matters, Ninjara had enjoyed far fewer partners, none of them nearly as copious in cum as her new master. In seconds, she was also forced to give up, and both vixens could only keep a hand each on their master’s upthrust organ, his hips bucking into their firm grips as he airburst like a geyser, his bellow long and loud, all eyes in the room unable to resist looking at him, any more than they could have resisted turning to look at any awe-inspiring natural phenomenon.

“Hrgh,” growled the king of monsters, breathing heavily for a short while as his orgasm finally, gradually, petered off, his cock going back to halfmast, at least for a minute or two. Soon, however, he was sitting up in his chair, retracting the reclining function as he looked down at Foxy Roxy and Ninjara, who looked up at him with wide, eager eyes, their beautiful bushy tails wagging back and forth over toned, heart-shaped tushies. “All right, you little minxes,” he said, a broad grin on his face, showing his sexy sharp fangs as he reached down, seizing both those tails in his massive hands. “I’m going to show you why Toriel never walked straight while we were married!”

Using their tails like handles, Asgore turned both vixens around, both of them going immediately to all-fours, looking over their shoulders with wide, excited eyes, though Ninjara’s had some trepidation as well. After all, she’d never had a lover as big as Asgore before. Pressing themselves close together, their red-furred tushies side-by-side, both warrior women spread their legs as far apart as possible. They knew they’d need all the advantages they could get, taking a cock like that of the king of monsters.

Picking Foxy Roxy at random, Asgore grabbed her sculpted little buns in both meaty fists, and hoisted her tushie just a little bit higher. Ninjara watched as the other fox’s head went down, before her jaw dropped in astonishment and even more trepidation...and even more arousal. Foxy Roxy’s jaw dropped too, her eyes popping wide open, as Asgore plunged that mighty manstaff of his into her gushing depths, and started to hump her with all his considerable might!

“Oh wow,” Ninjara whimpered softly, though the words were almost inaudible next to Foxy Roxy’s sudden, loud squeals as her buns and boobs bounced vigorously, loud, meaty slapping of fur-on-fur filling the whole chamber as Asgore pounded the tight little vix, shafting her mercilessly!

Alphys wasn’t doing much better at that point. Only moments before, she’d lifted her head to look into Dante’s eyes, her cheeks bulging, a line of cum still connecting her lips to the tip of his penis. And then…she’d swallowed. Honestly, she’d had to: Undyne was busy eating her out, strong fingers squeezing into plush yellow flesh, and when the mer-girl had hit that spot, at just the right angle…well, it was either spit or swallow, and Alphys was far too nice a girl to spit. Now she was still on all-fours, breathing hard as Dante and Undyne traded places.

Compared to Asgore’s heavy length of male meat, Dante’s penis was a work of art. Actually, “penis” was the best word for it, “cock” just feeling too vulgar for something so beautiful and smooth. He tasted surprisingly good, too, sort of like cinnamon and cloves, a hint of sweetness with a hint of bite. Probably the result of his half-demon heritage. But now, as Alphys trembled there, panting hard, she couldn’t help but feel more than a little nervous as she felt Dante’s hand caress the underside of her short, thick tail, though it did feel good having him touch her over one of her serious erogenous zones. Would it hurt? After all, Alphys had only played around with her toys up to that point. Well, toys and Undyne, of course, but Undyne didn’t usually use a strap-on, preferring to go au natural most of the time they made love. Alphys was pretty sure Dante was bigger than the toys she actually used, having been too hesitant to try out the plus-sized phalli in her modest collection of anime-themed dildos. And what if he wanted anal? Unlike a standard reptile, Alphys did indeed have a tailhole, as Dante was even then discovering as he began squeezing and kneading the nerdy lizard girl’s plump tush, smirking at the way this made the yellow cutie whimper, her tailhole winking at him as her inner walls convulsed with a surge of arousal. Alphys had never dared to try sticking one of her dildos in her butt before, but all the same, whenever she’d read about it in fanfiction, or seen it in the occasional hentais she’d managed to get, the thought of anal sex really turned her on. She was getting the same feeling right now, actually, and as the fantasy of Dante sodomizing her virgin tailhole popped into her head, Alphys bit her lower lip, whimpering loudly, her cunny getting more juicy by the second, until it was running down her inner thighs in copious rivulets.

“She’s overthinking it again,” chuckled Undyne as she watched Alphys’ face, knowing exactly what was going through her best friend’s and lover’s head from long and intimate acquaintance. “My slutty girlfriend’s gonna cream her shorts just from thinking about what you’re gonna do to her if you don’t pick a hole and stick it in, D-boy,” she added, splaying her legs apart, while taking the ridges on top of Alphys’ head firmly in her hands, guiding the other girl’s muzzle toward her exposed sex. “As for you,” she continued, smirking down at Alphys as the yellow-scaled lizardgirl looked up at her wide-eyed through her thick glasses, “less thinking and more licking.”

Seeing Undyne grit her teeth in pleasure as Alphys got to work, Dante made his choice, [50/50 vaginal/anal – rolled 35], and suddenly Undyne grunted, her body shuddering all over as Alphys gave a loud squeal right into the mer-girl’s cunny, when Dante’s smooth shaft squeezed smoothly into her snug and very slick cunny.

The humans weren’t in any better shape by that point, as Scias immediately saw. Nathan was on hands and knees, panting like a dog, his head low, sweat bathing his smooth, pale skin in a light sheen. Behind him, Doggo was panting also, his massive red prick pumping forward and back, in and out at a rapid clip. There was just enough gentleness in each stroke to show that Doggo actually cared about the comfort and pleasure of his lover, proved again by the way he gyrated his hips, while making sure not to knot the human boy – tight as he was, obvious from the amount by which his smooth buns were being parted by Doggo’s cock, Nathan wouldn’t be able to handle the knot without quite a bit of discomfort.

Nearby, Shanoa was also panting as she lay on her back, her legs splayed wide. Mist Tiger and Dire Wolf lay next to her, head-to-tail, their cocks a short distance from the raven-haired girl’s face. She alternated suckling first one and then the other cock, while stroking them both with her hands where her mouth couldn’t reach, obviously delighted at the difference in shape, but equally enjoying Aava’s barbs and thickness as Sif’s veins and length. At the same time, the two Great Beasts rested their heads on Shanoa’s thighs, their tongues working hard at her quim to give as good or better than they got.

And there, off in the shadows, visible only because Scias seldom missed details, he could see the “human” who wasn’t a human, Raphael. And there was Morrigan, too. She’d pressed him against a pillar, and was pounding herself against him, riding him vertically with all the force and vigor and enthusiasm of a cavalry officer at a full gallop. Of all the people in the room, Scias somehow knew that Raphael was the only one Morrigan couldn’t drain of life force, and suspected it was because he didn’t have any to be drained. With him clothed and her naked, they made an odd pair, but the sight of Morrigan’s flawless buttocks thrusting down against Raphael’s hips made Scias realize how little he cared: it was hotness incarnate watching.

Turning his head once more at the sound of Foxy Roxy’s high-pitched scream of orgasm, and Asgore’s deep-throated grunt as he, too, went over the edge, Scias was grateful his eyes weren’t visible beneath the fur that grew over them, otherwise someone might have realized he was there, watching. As cum splattered and overflowed from the bright orange vixen’s sex, her tummy started to bulge a little, until she looked almost three months pregnant. Suddenly, her eyes rolled back into her head, and Foxy Roxy slumped forward, Asgore’s twitching cock sending ropes of cum splattering over her upturned rump, painting the red parts as white as the bits right beneath her tail.

[20% chance of pregnancy – rolled 12 – Foxy Roxy is now expecting a royal baby]

Before Asgore could fully recover, and certainly before his massive bludgeon of a cock could start to soften, Ninjara straddled him, facing the king, rubbing her nipples against his hard chest. His hands went to her hips, while hers went to his shoulders, and they kissed fiercely. Asgore’s inner monster had been awakened by the passion of the two vixens, but now it was softened somewhat by the two orgasms he’d enjoyed. Somewhat, for he was still eager as Ninjara lowered herself down onto his rigid shaft, moaning loudly into their kiss as she took him right to the hilt, his heavy balls squeezed tightly against her tight little buns.

The cries of orgasm shuddered around the room then, in so many tones and gradations of ecstasy. Alphys just couldn’t stop cumming, again and again and again, her juices leaving Dante’s belly and thighs slick and glistening, while Undyne was in about the same condition, smearing her best friend’s face with her own squirting cum. With so much feminine pleasure, Dante’s own orgasm was a footnote at best, but somehow Scias suspected that was how the silver-haired slayer wanted it. The man just came across as…nice, the giving sort, more interested in his partner’s needs than his own. Scias made a mental note to try and adjust his own attitude that way, though he suspected it wouldn’t be hard. After all, he was a dog-type grassrunner, not some shifty woren or marillo, or even a fox of his own breed.

[20% chance of pregnancy – rolled 42 – no quarter-demon, half-monsters on the way]

Speaking of foxes, Scias whuffed softly as he saw a surprisingly small hand reach from the side, and wrap around his rigid shaft. It was Ursula!

“I wanted to thank you,” said the purple-haired foxgirl with the same stiff, formal tones she almost always used. “For freeing me from that collar.”

“D-d-d-don’t…” Scias stammered, his speech impediment coming out in full force as he realized that Ursula was naked, her firm, muscular body on full display before him, before he finally spat out, “Don’t mention it.”

“I’m sorry that I’m not as well-endowed as some,” Ursula continued, ignoring Scias’ dismissal as she knelt before him. “Or as practiced at these arts. But…well…” she looked up at him…and smiled, one of only a handful of times Scias could remember the expression ever coming to the purple-haired foxgirl’s face. “I’ve always liked you best. But don’t ever tell anyone about this, all right?”

“Lips…sealed,” Scias got out with an effort, as much from a sudden spike in pleasure as from his typical stutter – Ursula’s inexperience mostly meant she wasn’t holding back, making up for lack of skill with lots of enthusiasm, and Scias knew he wouldn’t last long under such treatment – and as Ursula started to bob her head on his cock, humming softly to herself, both their eyes strayed toward Nathan as he cried out in his sweet, boyish voice, his penis twitching as he started to spurt, painting his own belly as much as the floor while Doggo pumped the human boy’s cock nice and hard with one big hand. The other stayed squeezed right behind his knot, keeping him from sinking it in, despite all the instincts that told him to do so as he started to shudder, his cum dripping down the backs of Nathan Graves’ thighs as his balls tightened, unloading everything they had. At the same time, Shanoa was bucking on the floor in the throes of powerful multiple orgasms, the two Great Beasts working their tongues deep into her at the same time, little caring how each of their oral organs caressed the other within the human girl’s inner depths. Right then, their cocks were twitching, painting her face and breasts and belly with their seed, marking her as their own, and with their legs kicking and jerking with the shock of pleasure this brought, there was little need to trouble themselves with the meaning behind what humans would have interpreted as a kiss.

Morrigan and Raphael, Asgore and Ninjara, Scias and, with her fingers working feverishly between her legs (though not so feverishly as to accidentally break the precious treasure she was saving for later…though for whom or what, she didn’t yet know), Ursula as well, all of them shuddered in the throes of ecstasy, each making sounds appropriate to their individual persons. Asgore was loud, bellowing triumphantly as he coated the insides of Ninjara’s tummy with his more than copious seed, while Ninjara only gasped and panted for breath, her eyes heavy-lidded as she squirmed on top of the mighty monster king, milking him of every last drop as she rode him cowgirl-style. For Morrigan and Raphael, their mutual, simultaneous orgasm was a thing of strangely calm contemplation, each moaning softly in the ear of the other. They’d both experienced the pleasure so many times before, they could focus less on the overwhelming nature of their shared orgasms, and more on the way the other experienced that orgasm, drawing another shred of enlightenment from that rare and precious moment.

[20% chance of impregnation – rolled 99 and 93 – not this time]

As for Scias…well, Ursula actually managed to swallow every drop of his cum, which was not an inconsiderable amount, neither of them making a sound louder than a soft growl or a muffled whimper. They were quiet interlopers here, and they knew it, keeping their moment of stolen passion as secret and safe as could be managed. Scias strongly suspected that Ursula would have drowned rather than make a mess with his cum, but he couldn’t say he minded: watching her gulping down his semen was actually kind of hot, especially the way her cheeks got all flushed as she did it, her eyes fixed on his face as she gripped the base of his cock in both still-gloved hands. For a moment he couldn’t restrain a grin: who got otherwise completely naked for sex, but left on their gloves? But then he reached down, and lovingly, tenderly caressed Ursula’s head, right between her pointed foxy ears. He knew dog-type grassrunners like himself enjoyed that sort of touching, and he was soon gratified to discover, as Ursula’s tail began to wag slowly, that she seemed to enjoy it as well.

“Was that an adequate performance?” Ursula asked, pulling free of Scias’ shaft with a soft, wet ‘pop.’

“Yes,” Scias said, actually calmed by his orgasm enough to speak without his usual stutter, at least for a little while. “Later, I’ll show you how adequate, when I return the favor. But right n-n-n-n-“ he grunted softly, getting control of himself, “now, get dressed: they’ll notice us.”

Nodding, Ursula rose to her feet, and quickly pulled her uniform back on with perfunctory military efficiency, then checked her weapons out of long-established habit. Scias did the same, ensuring his clothes were in place, his sword ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice…or less.

“It feels…nice,” Ursula said, turning toward the cage where the humans and their allies were kept prisoner, including one of the few people she’d almost call a friend, Cray, the woren chieftain. “Being free. All my life, I’ve followed orders. But having no choice but to follow those orders…it’s different, and I’m glad it’s over.”

SPANG!

With that single shot, Ursula didn’t even bother trying to find the key to the cage: she blew the lock right off the door. Cray was the first one out of the door, his big arms wrapping around Ursula in a hug. She stiffened, unaccustomed to such displays of affection, but didn’t resist.

“It’s good to have you back, Ursula,” said the brawny tigerman, finally releasing the hug. “Since we’re all friends now,” though as he said this, he cast a suspicious glance toward Asgore, still recovering from his recent orgasms, slumped next to his throne with Foxy Roxy and Ninjara, “I guess we should all be introduced. This is Guin, and that’s Bobby, Presto, Sheila…”

Ursula only paid half attention. Morrigan was hovering just above the floor nearby, once more dressed in that too-tight outfit she’d come into the room wearing. The green-haired woman, of course, was listening to every word, memorizing each name and the face to whom it belonged. Immediately, Ursula could recognize a commanding officer when she saw one, and Morrigan fit the bill perfectly. Scias, standing nearby, recognized it too, and simply stood, waiting, knowing he’d get his next instructions soon enough. And knowing quite well just what they’d entail.

Revenge on Dracula!

Choices

Please pick only one of the following scenes that you would like to see take place. However, you are allowed to vote on any “Immediate Additions” votes you please, so long as you keep it to one vote per character per entry. Scenes are divided by location for organizational purposes.

If a scene is especially short, then the one with the second most votes might get included as well.

*Superstation

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

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

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

3) Laharl and Company meet Comet and Company (probably not an orgy) –

4) Laharl and Company meet Skeletor and Evil-Lyn (definitely not an orgy) –

5) Nova Terra and Widowmaker, alone and naked on a ship bound for Hell –

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

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

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

7) Ratchet and the SWATKats –

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

*Desert City

8) Shendu’s plan takes effect –

(an orgy, Rajah will be thawed out, 70% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

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

10) Bambi and company make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety –

(45% chance of success, 3 successes or failures; success here will put Bambi, Berri, Shirley McLoon, and Goldie Pheasant into active play, and peacefully retire the others; failure will put everyone into the clutches of Shere Khan)

11) What’s going on at another casino? (votes will keep building until one reaches 10, then a separate scene will take place there)

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

(There are 50/50 odds that either Tanya and Fieval will be ravished, or Gadget, Foxglove, and Tammy will be. The one who isn't ravished, however, will escape and reach our heroes.)

-The Last Stop – a devil of a good time – 5

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

-The Percheron – all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot – 2

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

-Treasure Island – pirate-themed, and pirate-attended – 2

*Castlevania and Environs

12) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs –

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

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

*Other Locations

14) Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania –

(60% chance of success, 5 successes or failures)

15) Peril in the Jungles of Rage –

(40% chance of success, rolled five times, to determine how good or bad things get – the hyenas want to have their orgy/sacrifice, after all)

16) An itch beneath their tails –

(Tails gets molested by ponies and horsemen alike)

17) The wolves and dogs on the ship gang up on Big Macintosh –

18) What are Bowser, Maleficent, and Magica de Spell doing? (10 votes needed) – 1

19) Shere Khan’s villainy (10 votes needed) – 1

20) Wile E. Coyote up to no good…but in to quite a lot of it – knot deep – 1

Immediate Party Additions

*Superstation

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

*Desert City

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

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