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Entry 44

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Superstation

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

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

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

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) – 1

10) Bambi and company make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety – 1

(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 – 5 – the winner!

(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 – 1

(Tails gets molested by ponies and horsemen alike)

17) The wolves and dogs on the ship gang up on Big Macintosh – 1

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) – 5 – next time something happens in Desert City, she’s in on it

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

Author Notes

Perhaps you might notice that the entry for today is a lot less “top heavy.” I decided to move the “Additional Requests and Votes” section down to the bottom, so folks can get to the entries faster. I’ll also probably be cutting characters that haven’t gotten many votes, or ones voted in for the lulz – honestly, if I don’t “feel” someone in a sex scene, they’ll probably be cut shortly. Let me know what you think of the variation, and of any other adjustments that you think might make things better for your reading experience.

Also, here’s a shoutout to a really hot artist - https://thevale.sofurry.com/ - most of his stuff’s m/m (actually all of it that I’ve seen, but ya know, open to future possibilities), but if you’re all right with that, and big, beefy males doing obscene things to smaller ones and each other, well, you might like him. His art has very warm colors, too, which tend to make me feel comfortable and at home.

Also, https://www.furaffinity.net/view/19053090/ makes me laugh.

UFC Entry 44

“Mother, please!” begged Vitani as the wily lioness, Zira, cinched the last sturdy vine, binding the teenage liongirl’s wrists securely behind her back. “What we’re doing is wrong, and you know it! It’s a violation of the Circle of-mmmf!”

It was the younger hyena, Janja, that shoved the gag, made from the tattered remnants of Vitani’s clothes, into the blue-eyed lioness’ muzzle. As Zira stepped away, smiling cruelly, Banzai and Ed stepped in to join their claw brother. The wicked lioness’ eyes flashed, as did her razor-sharp teeth, in delight as her daughter’s muffled voice was raised high, her smooth, supple, slightly skinny body squirming at the touch of the cruel, spotty-furred males now surrounding her. Of course, Ed went straight to work squeezing and mauling her tiny breasts, adorably undersized for her age, tweaking the light tan nipples until they were achingly erect. Poor Vitani’s back arched, and she cried out through her gag as Banzai joined his friend and packmate in sucking and then gnawing on those tasty little titties, laughing and commenting to each other in delight (though, of course, it was Banzai who did most of the talking) at the adorable noises the doomed teenager kept making. Behind her, Janja seized her small butt in both hands, squeezing and rolling the tight little cheeks, before one hand slipped between her legs, making Vitani’s voice raise high in shock, her cheeks growing deeply flushed at the obscene sounds of squelching wet girlflesh the evil hyena soon had coming from her nethers, her juices flowing copiously.

“What’s a violation of the Circle of Life?” Shenzi challenged, glancing briefly from her present work to sneer at the squirming teen being gleefully molested by her three consorts. “Hyenas raping lions? Hardly anything new, and it goes both ways. I can’t count the number of times Mufasa used to leave my pussy gaped and ruined after catching me trespassing into your Pridelands, just ‘cause I couldn’t get enough to eat out among the bones in the Elephant Graveyard. He did the same to Banzai and Ed, too…well, except that they don’t have pussies, of course,” she amended with a toothy grin of her own, finishing her work, and standing, dusting off her hands with a satisfied look on her face that bespoke a job well done. “There!”

Of course, the job Shenzi had been doing was making the final preparations for the night’s festivities. Not far away, as the bright moon began to shine down on the large clearing in which the great statue of the Divine Slut had been erected, her hyenas danced and capered around several great bonfires, yelping and giggling and whooping. Of course, as was all too common among hyenas, most of the hundreds of spotty-furred savages were males, an unfortunate result of a “traditional” hyenagirl’s genitalia. With such a glut of males, it was hardly any wonder they turned, whenever possible, to the females of other races. Especially lionesses.

Lioness tail, of course, was what was “on tap” that night, at least as the first course of the night’s rituals. Shenzi as well as Zira had been more than happy to pledge their undying allegiance to Bowser, after the mighty Koopa King had thrown his weight behind Scar, allowing the lion tyrant to seize control of the Pridelands at last, taking Simba as his prisoner and personal plaything. At least, he would be, when Scar arrived a little later, the captive Lion King in tow, for Shenzi and Scar to split between them, sealing their pact with a good, thorough spitroasting. Just the thought of pounding Simba’s gorgeous buns was enough to get Shenzi instantly rock-hard, her girlcock throbbing and erect and ready for its business that night.

In the meantime, however, there were lionesses.

Besides Vitani, whose will had proven too strong for the red collar around her neck to fully suppress, Shenzi had just finished properly securing the night’s “first course”: five beautiful, shapely Lion Queens. Ten Y-shaped poles had been firmly driven into the earth of the clearing, and bent over between these short poles, each positioned just high enough to keep their occupants on their knees, were the fallen lionesses, each a gorgeous MILF, two of them grandmothers, though their bodies just wouldn’t quit.

“You won’t get away with this,” growled Nala, baring her fangs from her all-fours position between her mother, Sarafina, and her mother-in-law, Sarabi, and like them and her two other companions, her wrists bound behind her back, a sturdy pole thrust through the ropes, its ends tied to the Y-shaped posts to either side, keeping her bent almost double, her sweet buns outthrust invitingly, her full breasts dangling like ripened fruit, almost the twins of her mother’s – and that was nothing compared to the full, fat melons of Sarabi! “Simba will stop you, or my son and his Lion Guard will undo all your wickedness. There’s no way you can win.”

“You mean…them?” Shenzi replied with a grin, cupping Nala’s chin to turn the Lion Queen’s head, letting her see who it was bound to several of the tall totem poles surrounding the base of the Divine Slut’s statue. Nala couldn’t restrain her gasp of horror as she saw Kion, her handsome teenage son, his body sleek and youthfully beautiful, still not quite filled out with the muscle mass of a lion’s full maturity. Though Kion was putting on a brave face, the fear was obvious in his eyes, and next to him, the two spotty-furred females sharing a totem pole weren’t able to conceal the terror of anticipation on their own lovely faces. The fourth figure, white-furred and lovely in her budding youth, had the sullen, defiant expression of a teenager that hasn’t quite realized the seriousness of her present situation. Her mother, however, certainly did, and didn’t even try to hold back her cry of shock as Shenzi’s strong paw closed on her toned white-furred rump, while the other squeezed the tawny-furred tush of the kerchief-wearing lioness next to her (her only clothing, as it turned out, though this made her far more dressed than her fellow captives). “Yeah, our traitor, and her stupid friends were red-collared earlier. Too bad it didn’t take for long, just like with their blue-eyed friend. They might’ve gotten to enjoy some fresh lioness pussy, and maybe I’d have let your son bang his mommy. But right now they’re part of the main course of tonight’s fun, as well as whatever gets caught in the jungle tonight. Too bad for them, but them’s the breaks. As for Simba, heh, Scar’s on his way here, and Simba’s with him, in chains.” Shenzi sneered as she bent down next to Nala’s face, gripping the back of the other woman’s head for a moment, to ensure their eyes met. “I’m going to make you watch while I rape your mate!”

[http://lionking.wikia.com/wiki/Kion

http://lionking.wikia.com/wiki/Fuli

http://lionguard.wikia.com/wiki/Jasiri

http://lionking.wikia.com/wiki/Nala

http://lionking.wikia.com/wiki/Sarabi

http://lionking.wikia.com/wiki/Sarafina

http://dreamworks.wikia.com/wiki/Kate

http://dreamworks.wikia.com/wiki/Lily and https://youtu.be/\_3EKGBc1who?t=225

http://dreamworks.wikia.com/wiki/Sierra]

“Please,” gasped out Kate, the white lioness, turning her head to look up at Shenzi with imploring eyes as Shenzi dropped Nala’s head. “I’ll do anything you want, but let my daughter-ah!”

Lifting her hand to admire the bright red pawprint she’d left on Kate’s lovely white-furred rump, deciding she enjoyed how easy it was to see the abuse levied on this fresh captive, Shenzi then made the older lioness moan as her skilled fingers found and began to work against and then into her yielding folds. While Kate was obviously resisting the pleasure being forced upon her, however, Lily, the kerchief-clad lioness, actually thrust back into the she-yena’s fingers, making Shenzi’s eyebrows lift in surprise at the other woman’s eager moans.

“Didn’t expect to find a slut like you,” she commented with a light snort.

“I’ve always thought that only women could properly pleasure each other,” answered Lily, smiling over her shoulder at the alpha hyena. “After all, we’re the only ones who really understand what it’s like to live in our bodies.”

“Zira,” Shenzi called over her shoulder, before turning to start approaching the totem pole to which Vitani was bound. “We might have a new recruit. The willing kind. Test her out, huh, put her through the paces? It’d be kinda nice to have a lioness that’ll eat pussy as good as you do.”

As she neared Vitani, Shenzi waved off the three hyenamales, then motioned them back toward the four clearly-visible and forcibly-presented rumps of the other lionesses.

“You boys are in luck,” the she-yena said with a wicked chuckle. “Fresh lioness on tap, and you get first crack at ‘em.” As soon as Vitani was free of her male molesters, Shenzi’s own strong hands went to the young lioness’ small breasts, handling them with surprising gentleness. “As for me,” she said, her voice dropping to an intimate growl as she let her heavy phallus rub through the soft fur of Vitani’s creamy underbelly, “I’m going to have my own fun.”

[40% chance of 5 – rolled 90 – the prisoners are doomed, unless someone can save them quick]

*

Honestly, Al Negator didn’t get all this supernatural stuff. There was supposed to be this goddess, Lamashtu, and she’d found some kind of mortal incarnation in the Divine Slut a while back, and now a statue’d been built to honor that incarnation, and Lamashtu could manifest her power through it. Or…something like that. Not like the well-muscled, purple-scaled alligator cared much: he was on the hunt, and that was a lot more important than metaphysics.

[http://pathfinder.wikia.com/wiki/Lamashtu and https://rise-of-the-runelords-3-75.obsidianportal.com/wikis/lamashtu)

http://buckyoharetoadwars.wikia.com/wiki/Al\_Negator]

Oh, and fresh tail. That was pretty important too. Both the willing and the unwilling kind – Al had a taste for both. On the willing side of things there was that scaly hottie, Joanna. Mmm, now that was a vicious piece of tail like nobody’s business. Good on the hunt, too, with a really keen nose. Not much of a conversationalist, but nobody’s perfect…actually, that was probably an advantage, considering what most females wanted to talk about when they thought you might be getting into a “real” relationship with ‘em. Pity she didn’t have any knockers to speak of, but what did you expect from a lizard? Well, a real lizard, that is – Al had met plenty of so-called reptiles and amphibians that had boobs, though he had to admit, he really didn’t know why. For being cold-blooded, Joanna’s pussy was more’n hot enough for Al, and that was all that really mattered.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Joanna\_the\_Goanna]

But back to the task at hand. Or, rather, tasks. The first and most difficult task was keeping his fellow hunters together. While Joanna seemed perfectly willing to let Al call the shots, especially after he’d shagged her silly the night before, on the ship that they’d taken to get to War World, keeping the rest of the creatures assigned to him together and doing what he needed them to do was another matter entirely. Perhaps if he’d had the hyenas to help him, Al Negator could have gotten them to obey him, since all he’d need was the approval of Shenzi, their alpha, and the rest would treat him as her agent until further notice, serving until death if the occasion required. But the hyenas were engaged in some sort of ritual right then, something to honor that god-thing of theirs, and empower themselves in some way he just didn’t understand. So, that left the fimir, the reptites, and the riptors to aid him in his hunt. Oh, and the gators, Brutus and Nero, but they were pretty determined to do their own thing, so Al didn’t consider them part of his team at all, simply interested parties that might prove useful. Zira had at least been good enough to give him the assistance of the rhino guards and wolf arrowmen at her disposal, and there were always the Fulgore units in case things got really bad, but the purple gator preferred not to work with mammals and robots if he could avoid it, so he’d given them separate assignments, holding them back at his base camp, ready to come to his aid in case of emergency, but otherwise kept out of active duty for as long as he could help it.

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fimir and http://wfrp1e.wikia.com/wiki/Fimir and http://fimmmccools.blogspot.com/2011/12/unveiling-fimir.html

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Nero\_and\_Brutus

http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Reptite

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Rhino\_Guards

http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/Riptor

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Wolf\_Arrowmen]

The fimir, Al could handle, though only with care and the occasional severed limb. They were just as eager for what they were hunting as Al was, after all – more eager, actually, and for a very good reason: they needed females of other races to serve as breeding stock. Humans, especially. Fimir lacked females of their own race, or rather, they had so few that they might as well not have any, and those that were born to them were filled with evil and magic in equal quantities. Not a good combination for a breeder, to say the least. As long as Al Negator could deliver, they’d follow him, despite their strong tendencies toward eschewing group tactics in battle, instead preferring to demonstrate personal prowess as a way of earning greater renown…and spoils.

Reptites respected strength, and Al Negator had that in spades. He was also a reptile like them, and while they wouldn’t follow a mammal, not even ones like Shenzi and Zira, who had all the makings of evil queens in the rough, they’d follow one of their own kind, even one like Al Negator, who didn’t have much loyalty to anyone. However, he was also a male, and the reptites regarded females as the natural rulers of their kind. Their queen had fallen in a prior battle, losing to a band of plucky, time-traveling adventurers, and if not for the timely intervention of Bowser and Maleficent, reaching through time and space for allies, they would probably have gone extinct. Now, they had found a new queen, and it was to her that they turned for guidance. Al Negator couldn’t compete with that kind of fanaticism, but at least he could keep the “queen” under control…he hoped.

The reptites, as it turned out, followed the same “queen” as the riptors: Riptor herself, the original of her species. Like the fimir, the riptors were eager to breed, and had a fondness for humans, because their own genes were a combination of dinosaur as well as human, allowing them to produce viable offspring. There was a catch, however: Riptor didn’t produce a whole lot of females of her kind when she bred with humans. Now facing an overabundance of horny male raptortypes, even Riptor’s immense viciousness and potent array of weaponry, natural and techno-organic alike, was only barely enough to keep them in line – they all wanted to mount her, unless fed a constant diet of human pussy to compensate their overactive mating instincts! Fortunately, Al Negator had almost immediately struck Riptor’s fancy on their first meeting, and in her straightforward way, she’d dragged him aside, ripped off his clothes, and rode his fat purple penis to several screaming orgasms. Right now, Al was pretty sure Riptor was carrying his eggs, and he suspected that as long as that remained the case, she’d be a real pussycat towards him. And as long as she liked him, the reptites and riptors would stay in line.

With this fragile balance of power in place, Al Negator had his work cut out for him. The superstation had redirected three ships into the area quite recently, and the chaotic weather patterns caused by Castlevania’s transportation to the Jungles of Rage had sent them down, though not so violently that they were destroyed, merely grounded. Each ship contained the cream of several worlds, their diplomatic greats, all intended to bring greater peace to the galaxy at the summit in Limbo that had been arranged. Of course, that summit had actually been arranged, through numerous backchannels and subtle double dealings, by Shere Khan, acting under the direction of Maleficent. Now, those leaders, commonly called “princesses” by Maleficent and those who believed in her mystic stuff, would serve as the fuel for something Al Negator didn’t pretend he even began to understand. All he’d really gotten out of what he’d heard was that whoever possessed these hotties, possessed the power to rule the universe. For Al, that was all he really needed to know…oh, and that he was being paid a lot to bring them in.

“All right,” Al muttered to his companions, Riptor and Joanna both glancing in his direction as he adjusted the potent pink kryptonite-powered energy weapon in his large taloned hands, their cocked heads letting him know he had their complete attention. “Let’s get paid and laid.”

*

“You’re a real lucky woman,” Ursa commented with an approving nod, patting Rebecca Cunningham on the shoulder. “Big, strong guy like that, handy with tools, and…well, just look at him!”

“I’d rather not, thanks,” Becky grumbled, folding her arms as she made a very significant point of not staring at Baloo’s plums (though, truthfully, they were more the size of softballs), which were on full display as he bent over the engine of the crashed cargo ship that had been converted to use as a passenger liner. “I just wish he’d wear some pants for once.”

“You’re not interested?” the brown-furred, muscular ursine chieftess asked, her eyebrows raising incredulously, before an eager grin spread on her face. “Fine by me! Leaves him free and in the clear for…”

“You keep your grubby paws off!” snapped Becky, the normally sweet-faced young mother bear turning her head to glare at the much shorter but far stockier woman. Realizing how vehement she’d been a moment later, Rebecca Cunningham’s face flushed deeply, the glow showing through her fur. “I mean…we can’t afford to distract him right now. Not when there’s so many repairs to do…”

Trailing off under the knowing gaze of the experienced warrior woman, Becky cleared her throat, and then wandered off toward the cargo bay, with some mumbled words about needing to get their supplies together. Ursa, meanwhile, walked confidently forward, to stand just behind some of the younger members of the passengers and crew, persons who seemed perfectly willing to watch Baloo at work. Glancing down admiringly at two particular members of the little group, who happened to be wearing about as much to cover their nethers as Baloo himself, Ursa casually reached down, lifting a long sweater and green tunic, respectively, to give an especially squeezable pair of bottoms a good groping.

Of the two, the owner of the bright yellow bottom, a gummi bear girl Ursa already knew, Sunni by name, gave a startled squeak, and might have jumped high enough to bump her head on one of the overhanging wings of the crashed craft if Ursa hadn’t quickly moved her hand from the gummi girl’s butt to her shoulder, holding her down. As for the other, the boy Kit Cloudkicker, he didn’t seem to mind at all. He turned to look at Ursa, a light flush on his cheeks, which deepened as she grew more bold, teasing his tailhole with her thumb, before reaching around to gently fondle his plump cubsac, but didn’t resist or object in any way. All he did, in fact, was tug the bill of his cap down a little further over his face, to conceal how red he was getting. Obviously this boy was no stranger to physical intimacy, while cute little Sunni probably was.

“Hold still, Sunni,” Ursa ordered, perhaps a little too brusquely, but at least she was obeyed, as Sunni did indeed do her best to hold still, even as Ursa moved both her hands to hike the bright yellow girl’s tunic up to her waist, before gently working a finger between her supple young thighs. “Just as I thought: a virgin. Peeping on a man, and you’ve never even put out before: for shame. That’s not the Barbic way at all.”

“…sorry,” Sunni got out, obviously doing her very best not to wriggle, despite how much Ursa was handling her tender parts with those big, calloused hands of hers.

“Not a problem,” Ursa answered with a big grin. “It’s easy enough to fix: all we have to do is get the big guy, Baloo, to make you a real woman. I’ll make all the arrangements, and no need to thank me.”

Just like that, poor, bewildered Sunni found herself subject to Ursa’s often dictatorial nature, her adorable yellow body now the destined property of a male easily three times her size. But then, Ursa was a powerful warrior queen, used to being obeyed without question. In a fight, where obedience meant life or death, this was only to be expected. But when she was dealing with the delicate girlparts of a maiden gummi girl, Sunni wasn’t so sure. Ursa, however, definitely was, and had quite made up her mind not only to get the big bear to do his duty, but also to get his permission to let her do quite similar things to Kit Cloudkicker, who she assumed was Baloo’s property or thrall or something similar. In many matters like these, Ursa was quite decisive, acting swiftly and surely, as befit a good leader.

On the other hand, Ursa really didn’t know what to do about the other spectators. The long-eared boy standing next to Kit seemed nice enough, even if he did talk funny, and Ursa supposed she wouldn’t mind giving the yellow-eyed cutie a shot at knocking her up…if Kit or the big bear didn’t do it first. Klonoa, Ursa recalled someone saying his name was, someone who could understand him, like Kit. Actually, Kit and Klonoa had hit it off almost immediately, and had been hanging around each other for the entire duration of the cut-short flight. She supposed that friendship was enough to count Klonoa as part of the group.

But that left the two other girls, the precious blonde cub, Molly Cunningham, and that darling little badger, Michelle (Ursa, naturally, completely overlooked the third girl, taking a single look at her smooth skin, and promptly ignoring the human). Both were just barely old enough to make babies, but to Ursa, that was more than old enough to get started. After all, in her culture, somewhat removed from the soft, “civilized” gummis that had raised Sunni, having sex was how you made good, strong, healthy warriors as fast as possible, an essential act if you wanted your people to prosper. The only thing that kept Ursa from offering up little Molly’s snug, overall-clad booty right alongside Sunni’s was that even Ursa wouldn’t go against the wishes of a girl’s mother. One simply didn’t go against the will of a mother bear, unless one intended to start a blood feud. The precious little waif, Michelle, however, who’d been Molly’s and Sunni’s playmate for the duration of their spaceflight (along with the human girl, but Ursa wasn’t paying attention to her), was absolutely perfect, and would fit nicely on Baloo’s magnificent cubmaker.

While Ursa was matchmaking in her head, eyeing each of her subjects speculatively, Eiko, the human girl (or close enough to human for practical purposes) had finally turned her attention away from studying Mister Baloo’s cute butt with the other girls, and instead began to study Ursa. The brown-furred, red-gold-haired barbarian queen, in the teenaged summoner’s opinion, was absolutely gorgeous, but not in anything even close to approximating the way Eiko’s “big sister” (at least that was how she thought of her), Garnet was. Where the princess Garnet was supple, lithe, and willowy, Ursa’s build was solid, commanding, and heavily-muscled. Garnet tended to be coy, and was definitely sexually shy, based on how regularly she dodged and avoided Zidane’s many little flirts and hints at wanting to take their relationship to a more physical level (hints Eiko would have long ago accepted, if only that stupid monkey boy would notice her!). Ursa, on the other hand, had absolutely no inhibitions on handling another girl’s special places right out in the open, where anybody could see! Which, to Eiko, was quite an education, far more than she’d managed so far in her few and tender teenage years. Eiko strongly suspected Ursa was the same about men, a theory supported by her prior fondling of Kit’s freely-visible boy parts. Eiko had to admit: she didn’t know why so many of these animal people didn’t bother with clothes, but she decided she didn’t mind one bit! She’d been wanting to try some basic exploration with Kit and Klonoa (especially Klonoa – he was too adorable for young, impressionable Eiko to resist), but hadn’t had the first idea of how to make an offer, let alone actually do anything. Ursa was obviously a source of vast knowledge on the subject, and Eiko decided she’d have to find out all she could from the more experienced woman as soon as she possibly…

“Trouble,” came the voice of Daring Do, the athletic pegasus girl with the funny hat, as she came out of the jungle, followed shortly behind by that dumb blonde, Ayumi, the one who didn’t seem to notice anybody else, the white-furred bat who had such a high opinion of herself (though nowhere as high as Ayumi’s, of course), and the two women named Lara, who looked so very much like each other, and yet so different at the same time.

“What’s up?” asked Baloo, quickly rising from where he’d been working, and sliding down a nearby ladder with surprising agility for someone of his size.

“There’s a bounty hunter in the area,” answered the older Lara, the one with the bigger breasts, round dark glasses, and twin pistols stuck in her very tight shorts. “I know him from some of my past adventures. His name’s Al Negator, and he’s very good on his own. If it were just him, I’d say we might risk taking him on, even with all the hardware he’s packing. But he’s not.”

“Fimirs,” said Daring Do, her face grim. “They’ll be hot on the trail of all the humans here. We don’t want them getting ahold of the princesses, Pocahontas, Starfire, Garnet, or Eiko, to say nothing of that girl, Dizzy, the one with the tail.”

“Not sure if she counts as human,” the more mature Lara hedged. “But yeah, we need to get out of here, now. There’s just no time left.”

“Just as I was getting to like the old girl, too,” Baloo said with a mournful backward glance at the yellow-painted starcraft. “Oh well, at least it’s not the Seaduck that’s on the line this time. I’m almost paid up on buying her back, after all.”

“No you’re not,” came Rebecca Cunningham’s voice from the rear of the starship, making Baloo look immediately sheepish. “Don’t worry: I’ve got everything packed up. I was expecting something like this.” The beautiful brown-haired she-bear came down the extended loading ramp of the ship, the aforementioned royal persons with her, along with their (or, rather, Garnet’s) entourage, all of them carrying packs obviously stuffed full of supplies. “There’s packs in there for each of you,” she said, taking charge with all the practiced ease of a woman who’d had to survive through desperately tough times before, and had made it on her ability to never let emergencies, no matter how dire, make her lose her cool. “Let’s get everything together, and get going, fast.”

“We’ll lay down a false trail,” said the dark-maned pony with a respectful nod to Mrs. Cunningham, obviously accepting the other woman’s leadership. “That should buy you all some time.”

“It’ll give us time, too,” Ayumi said softly, a slight smirk on her arrogantly perfect face.

[40% chance of success – rolled 3 – success! They escape unscathed…for now]

[Ayumi (http://www.giantbomb.com/ayumi/3005-6837/)

Daring Do (http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Daring\_Do)

Dizzy (http://guilty-gear.wikia.com/wiki/Dizzy) – counts as a princess

Final Fantasy IX characters:

-Amarant Coral (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Amarant\_Coral)

-Beatrix (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Beatrix)

-Eiko Carol (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Eiko\_Carol)

-Garnet Til Alexandros (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Garnet\_Til\_Alexandros\_XVII)

-Vivi Ornitier (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Vivi\_Ornitier)

-Zidane Tribal (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Zidane\_Tribal)

Klonoa (http://klonoa.wikia.com/wiki/Klonoa\_(character))

Lara Croft the Legend (http://tombraider.wikia.com/wiki/Lara\_Croft\_(Legend\_Timeline))

Lara Croft the Survivor (http://tombraider.wikia.com/wiki/Lara\_Croft\_(Survivor\_Timeline))

Michelle (http://hero.wikia.com/wiki/Michelle\_(Once\_Upon\_a\_Forest))

Pocohontas (Disney)

Starfire (http://teentitans.wikia.com/wiki/Starfire) – a princess

TaleSpin characters

-Baloo Bear (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Baloo)

-Kit Cloudkicker (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Kit\_Cloudkicker)

-Molly Cunningham (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Molly\_Cunningham)

-Rebecca Cunningham (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Rebecca\_Cunningham)

Ursa (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Ursa\_(Gummi\_Bear))]

*

Oookay – this was definitely an emergency! Diving for cover, Al Negator winced as streaks of lightning whipped dangerously close by his head. Fortunately for him, his “cover” wasn’t something as blastable as rock or stone. Oh no, being the cunning bounty hunter he was, Al had chosen to duck behind the slumped body of the rocky-skinned She-Thing. The gorgeous, ebony-skinned and white-haired babe raining down lethal lightning (and the purple-scaled bounty hunter recalled that she was some do-gooder named “Storm”) wasn’t going to hit one of her friends, not just to clear out an enemy she had pinned down anyway.

If there was one fault Al Negator knew he had (besides being amoral, mercenary, cruel, and insatiably lecherous – but those were his good traits!), he had an unfortunate tendency towards overconfidence. Embarrassing, honestly, especially in his line of work, where it paid to take things slow when you could, scout out the terrain, know your quarry, and always be as thoroughly prepared as possible. Right now Al wished he’d hired on a trandoshan or two, or maybe a krogan. Right about now, the Blood Pack would have been very welcome indeed. But they were all back on Ridley’s ship, still en route to War World. Another thoughtful, skilled hunter with whom to compare notes might have made Al pause a little longer, make sure of his situation before leaping in feet first. But he’d been with a host of lust-crazed villains instead, and he’d allowed himself to be swayed by the enthusiasm of the group.

The whole deal had seemed really straightforward at first. The closest of the ships, unfortunately, had been deserted when Brutus and Nero came storming out of the jungle, eager to stretch some fresh pussy – or perhaps tailhole, if that was all that was available – only to find…nothing. Sure, there’d been a ship, but it was completely empty, all the contents of significance stripped, and not a single trace of tracks anywhere to be found to indicate where the passengers might have gone. Not even Joanna could track them, and her nose was pretty close to impossible to beat.

That was the start of the restlessness. With the fimir only barely under control, and the riptors all sporting significant wood (naturally none of them wore clothes) in their anticipation, Al knew it was just a matter of time before his tail was going to be put on tap, if he didn’t find a substitute, and fast. Such was the fate of a failed leader around these horny, bestial males. Of course Joanna was going to get stuffed as well, but that was hardly Al’s concern, not when he’d forgotten to lube up his purple-scaled tailhole that morning.

Right then, however, just when it looked as though he was about to be bent over by one-eyed savages, Al Negator suddenly became a believer, and actually offered up a silent prayer of thanks to Lamashtu, or the Divine Slut, or whoever it was that was looking out for him. His sudden conversion came because, right at that moment when the riptors were gathered around him, snarling and complaining in their strange, sibilant language, with only Riptor herself standing between Al and a couple days worth of gang-rape, Joanna, snuffling in the underbrush, suddenly came back with the news: the other ship was only a few miles away! And she could smell humans. Female humans!

Immediately after the news had spread, and after Riptor had slashed a throat or two, just to prove she was still in charge, and to remove some of the most vociferous of her offspring who might have later challenged her rule, Al Negator took full command once more. Even the burly gators, Brutus and Nero, followed his lead, sensing in the muscular purple alligator an opportunity for sating the primal, uncontrollable lust that had been building within them ever since they’d first come in sight of that statue, the idol of the Divine Slut.

Before Al had much of an opportunity to consider if there might be some correlation between the presence of the idol, and the heightened state of arousal in his followers, he suddenly stepped out into a slight break in the tight-pressed jungle undergrowth, and blinked as he found himself face-to-face with a gorgeous, white-haired woman with deeply tanned skin, wearing a simple blue dress. With her was a bevy of absolutely gorgeous young women, some, he couldn’t help but note, quite a bit younger than the others. Almost immediately, the white-haired girl in the front was joined by two large-breasted blondes, each clad in bikinis of fur and leather so abbreviated, they might as well have been naked. The smallest and youngest of the scouting party scampered up by their feet, a fair-skinned young teen with the skull and shaggy hide of some great beast covering her, and who seemed to prefer moving on all-fours to standing on two.

[Jamm (http://goldenaxe.wikia.com/wiki/Jamm)

Maya (http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/Maya)

Rima (http://superfriends.wikia.com/wiki/Rima)

Shanna the She-Devil (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Shanna\_O'Hara\_(Earth-616))]

What was Al Negator supposed to do? Besides what he actually did, of course, which was to lift his netcaster, and fire it right at the obviously unpowered little beauties. His reflexes, as was usual, proved to be faster than theirs as he fired again and again, the netcaster making a most satisfying “ta-chunk” sound with each shot, until all four of the human females was squirming on the ground, whatever weapons they’d been brandishing now lying nearby, out of their reaches, as the ultrabond nets swiftly contracted, until they were a skintight mesh squeezed firmly around each smooth body. Acting on instinct, Al reached down quickly, right before each net fully contracted, and gave a quick jerk of his heavy clawed hand, and just like that, the clothes of each of his fresh catches joined their weapons, leaving their supple bodies and tasty tushes on full display.

It wasn’t until the biggest of the girls, a rock-skinned hottie that Al found quite attractive, though he knew others might disagree, came rushing straight at him, screaming something about him leaving her friends alone, or some nonsense like that, that the purple-scaled mercenary realized that he was standing there alone against these attackers. Not a single one of his supposed allies had shown their faces yet. Alongside the big girl came the buzzing of wings, and Al noticed a small dragon also speeding toward him, its scales a darker purple than his own. While he was realizing these little details, of course, Al was firing his netcaster once more, instantly snagging the purple dragon, sending it (or, rather, he, as Al could tell such things in reptiles, while silly mammals might struggle) tumbling to the ground, before tossing the ‘caster right into the face of the onrushing She-Thing, a move that bought Al just enough time to whip out his pink kryptonite shocker.

[Lockheed (http://marvel.com/universe/Lockheed)

She-Thing (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Sharon\_Ventura\_(Earth-616))]

“You’re gonna pay, you purple sucker!” bellowed the big stone-bodied girl, tearing the ‘caster right in half before she kept on coming. “It’s clobbering ti-“

The sssap sound the shocker made wasn’t anywhere as satisfying as the netcaster, or most of the rest of Al Negator’s many weapons. It was effective, though, as the pink blast splashed against the front of the full-figured girl’s tight-fitting uniform, before Al turned a second blast on the little dragon, immediately stilling his struggles, which would probably have torn him free – space dragons were notoriously dangerous, to those who knew anything about them. Waiting only just long enough for her to fall to her knees, blinking as though she’d been poleaxed, Al stepped forward, and once more his clawed hand snaked out, snagging the top of the one-piece jumpsuit the She-Thing was wearing, and – RRRRRRIIIP!

“Not bad,” quipped the purple sleazasaur, getting a sharp gasp from the fallen She-Thing as he squeezed one of her sizable tits in one hand, the other keeping the shocker trained on the other girls. “Heh, this pink kryptonite shocker works pretty good, too,” he added, smirking as he noticed She-Thing’s dark orange nipples perked and rigid despite the warmth of the jungle, her inner thighs already trembling just from his initial touch. “I’ll have to give Wile E. my compliments on his weapon…after I’ve squeezed the old eggmaker into a few of you, of course,” he added, moving his claw down the paralyzed super-human’s heavily-muscled body, over her ribbed abdomen, down to the helplessly paralyzed She-Thing’s pebble-textured pussy, his grin widening at the moan this forced from her lips, all other words or defiance failing her. “As for the rest of you, you’re outgunned, so I think it’ll go easier for you if you all just…”

[40% chance of success, roll 3 of 5 – rolled 92 – failure]

“Wind!” called out the long-haired, majestic black woman who, until that moment, had been standing near the rear of the group, letting her specialists in jungle survival do their job. Now, however, she rose above the others, her cape billowing about her, her breasts seemingly supernaturally buoyant in her tight-fitting white-and-silver uniform. “Lightning, hear my cry!”

Oh crap.

At essentially the same time the long-haired lightning-tosser lifted into the air, the rest of the team sprang into action, and only now did Al Negator realize he was dealing with mutants – humans that looked normal, even tested as normal, but when push came to shove, boy did they have a lot of shove! He should have been suspicious at how many of them were drop-dead gorgeous, and had huge breasts, too – normal human women with those sorts of looks didn’t usually congregate in such large numbers, but mutants, a segregated minority, often did. That their breasts didn’t jiggle like a normal human woman’s was another dead giveaway – that was always a dead giveaway for either breast enhancement surgery, or metahuman enhancement of some sort.

The long-haired blonde to the side clapped her hands suddenly, then turned on a portable music player. The clap set off a flash of light that forced Al to shield his eyes, and if he hadn’t then grabbed She-Thing, jerking her down onto all-fours, he would probably have been blinded by the lightshow she set in motion with the music, then fried by those bolts of lightning. Even so, with all the peril going on around him, Al simply couldn’t resist giving that upthrust orange booty a good, firm squeeze, making the rock-skinned girl grit her teeth in shame. He had to jerk his hand back fast, though, as bolts of fiery telekinetic force tore through the air just the span of a claw above She-Thing – that was too close! He could see the two psionic girls, both redheads, one wearing it long, the other short, and both sporting a very obvious family resemblance, floating in the air next to the lightning witch, while a fourth girl, this one with streaks of white running through long brown hair, rose next to them, looking the battlefield over, and giving Al the very distinct impression that she was one of the “supergirl” types of metahuman – flight and super strength. A fifth and sixth flier took to the air as well, one a scarlet-haired hottie – literally, her body wreathed in flames, which covered her far more effectively than the skintight outfit she wore on her supple teenage body, and the other sporting a spider motif in red and black on the front of her equally skintight red uniform, which squeezed a body that was far more generous than the fire-flinging hottie’s.

[Dazzler (long-haired version http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Alison\_Blaire\_(Earth-616))

Firestar (Cartoon version, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firestar)

Marvel Girl (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Jean\_Grey)

Phoenix (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Rachel\_Summers)

Rogue (Original cartoon version, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogue\_in\_other\_media)

Spider-Woman (Cartoon version, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spider-Woman\_(TV\_series))

Storm (Original cartoon version, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Storm\_in\_other\_media)]

At the same time he was being kept pinned behind the rock-skinned beauty, the names and vital statistics of each of these attackers flitting through his mind at lightning speed, information drawn from the extensive files he kept on as many potential threats as possible, Al Negator was fully aware that he was being surrounded by the more ground-based warrior women. Only a few of these were mutants, he noted, but all the same, yeah, he was in serious trouble. Like the mother-daughter team of red-haired psionic beauties he could already feel starting to try and force their way into his mind (and he silently thanked KOMPLEX for giving him those anti-hypnotic treatments as payment for one of his past jobs), another mother-daughter team was among this new threat, the ravishing blonde bombshells Tyris and Milan Flare, some of the best swordswomen this side of Red Sonja (and Al found himself very grateful that particular scarlet-haired she-devil wasn’t among his opponents), and each wearing what amounted, essentially, to an armored bikini. If anything, the mother, Tyris, of the time-displaced pair, was wearing even less than her daughter. Side-by-side with the Flare women was an equally scantily-clad chocolate-skinned woman with short white hair, and a spring in her step that gave away her capoiera style of fighting, besides making her halter-clad breasts bounce enticingly with each step. A purple-haired Asian woman with a purple bodysuit so tight, she looked almost naked, accompanied them, glowing blades of psionic energy in her hands, herself accompanied by a red-haired Asian (making two atypical members of their respective ethnicities), while slightly to the rear, a bikini-clad woman with orange skin and black tiger stripes stalked with lethal agility at the edge of the jungle. In the back, the two youngest members of the team (aside from the fur-clad cutie with the extra perky butt Al had already subdued) waited for an opening of their own, one another Asian with short, spiky black hair and a yellow jacket over tight-fitting jeans and t-shirt, the other a brown-haired girl in a blue uniform, who seemed very concerned with the little purple dragon’s immobile state.

[Elena (http://streetfighter.wikia.com/wiki/Elena)

Jubilation Lee (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jubilee\_(comics)#Television)

Kim Wu (http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/Kim\_Wu)

Kitty Pryde (http://marvel.com/universe/Pryde,\_Kitty

Milan Flare (daughter of Tyris, http://goldenaxe.wikia.com/wiki/Milan\_Flare)

Psylocke (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Elizabeth\_Braddock\_(Earth-616))

Tigra (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Greer\_Grant\_(Earth-616))

Tyris Flare (http://goldenaxe.wikia.com/wiki/Tyris\_Flare)]

“Looks like this is it,” Al growled to himself, sending a spray of his shocker around the side that lacked the cover of the She-Thing’s big orange booty, just to buy himself a little more time. “Well, I had a good run. Even nailed that green rabbit, and his whole crew besides, even the human kid. ‘course I guess that doesn’t count: they let me seduce ‘em, one by one. It doesn’t count as a notch unless it’s against their will. Just sorry I’m not gonna get a chance to knock you up, She-Thing – you’re about as hot as they come, and I was really looking forward to pounding you silly.”

[Images of one of those prior acts: https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=793364&page=25

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/771979/]

She-Thing glared at Al with murderous intent, only to jerk and gasp softly as he slipped the fingers of his free hand into her tightly-muscled quim. Still keeping the shocker working, holding off his attackers on all sides just a little longer, Al worked his fingers harder, faster, grinning wickedly, showing off his many sharp teeth, as he realized that, for all her armored skin, She-Thing was just as tender as any female on the inside. An arch of his clawtip, a little twist just so, and…

“Ah!” the orange-skinned woman cried out, her whole body arching, solidly-muscled buttocks clenching as she squirted copious juices. “AAAAAHHH!”

For Al Negator, this was his final act of defiance. Even if he was going to go, he intended to show the girls about to take him down just what he would have done to them, if he’d been the one to come out ahead. Especially, he was going to show them how much they would have loved it, like it or not! Bringing his cum-soaked claws to his mouth, he licked them clean, standing up as he did so. He couldn’t restrain the wide, crocodilian grin that spread across his face at the stunned expressions on the womens’ faces, or the flushes to their cheeks, and reached to the top of his orange jumpsuit, shrugging off the straps at his shoulders, then peeling the armored outfit down his firmly-muscled body, freeing his thick purple cock to the air, dripping copiously and ready for action, as ready as the rest of him.

[http://www.buckyohare.org/merch/handbook/43.jpg

http://www.buckyohare.org/handbook.shtml

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/702642/]

“C’mon and get some!” Al yelled, hefting his shocker in both hands now, giving his hips a suggestive thrust, making his heavy shaft bob, flicking droplets of sperm-rich precum toward the flying females so tantalizingly out of reach. “I’ve got plenty for all of you!”

As the women all around him hesitated, taken utterly aback by the mercenary’s show of masculine bravado (to say nothing of how much he was showing!), suddenly the air of the little clearing was rent by the flash of pink shockerfire. Metal figures came marching out of the jungle as Storm cried out, taking several hits, and falling to the ground almost at Al Negator’s broad feet.

The fulgore units had arrived!

Somehow, the supple figure of Joanna the Goanna was next to Al, her movements through the jungle and to his side almost too fast for eyes to follow. The sleazasaur grinned, and then laughed as he grabbed her butt, giving it an affectionate squeeze. He could see the fimir, brown-skinned and green, come rushing out of the forest behind the ground-bound team, their cyclopean eyes blazing bright red, their obscenely massive erections at fullmast, loincloths discarded to better allow their true weapons freedom as they fell upon the women, grabbing them with thick-fingered hands, tearing off clothes and winding coils of rope around their hapless victims. Soon the fulgores were joined by the wolf arrowmen, each of the wolves now sporting shockers like Al’s, and soon the flying heroines were falling all around. Before they had a chance to get up, the riptors, reptites, and even the hulking rhino guards that Al had left back at base camp came charging into the mix, Brutus and Nero right at the head, the immense green gators catching Rogue as she fell in their thick-muscled arms, bellowing in delight as they greedily ripped off the struggling mutant girl’s clothes with abandon.

[40% chance of success, roll 4 – rolled 90 – the heroines are doomed]

“Smarter than me, Joanna,” Al admitted with a respectful smirk, setting one foot on She-Thing’s upturned buns, using his pink kryptonite shocker to shoot the stone-skinned hottie right in her pussy, making her scream loudly. “You brought in everybody, instead of charging in ahead.”

Joanna shook her head, however, and pointed to Riptor as the enhanced raptortype approached, the weakly-struggling mutant girl, Jubilee, tucked under one arm, most of her clothes gone or in tatters on her naked skin, save for her panties, large shades, and oversized tennis shoes. Casually, Riptor tossed the Asian teen onto the ground on her belly next to Storm, as the X-Woman lay gasping for breath on her back, then reached out with a razor-sharp talon, and easily shredded the ebony-skinned beauty’s uniform, freeing her full black breasts with large, dark nipples to bounce in the open air.

“For me?” Al asked with a teasing grin, a grin that widened at Riptor’s enthusiastic nod, before he reached down and jerked Jubilee’s panties roughly off, tearing the white cotton. “You give the best gifts…”

Al’s words trailed off as he caught sight of the brown-haired girl, the one he recalled was called Shadowcat…and a variety of other aliases, as she’d had trouble deciding on just one. She was trying to pull her dragonfriend out of his entwining net, using the phasing ability the sleazasaur mercenary recalled was her specialty. Sneering lightly, he swung his shocker around, making the girl squeak in fright as he only narrowly missed her.

Lithe as a deer, the skinny kid was up and running into the forest, her phasing powers allowing her to pass right through the trees. At least, they did, until Al caught her with a glancing shot of the shocker. With a cry, Shadowcat somehow managed to make it through one more tree…but at the cost of her clothes, which hadn’t managed to phase out with her. Laughing at the poor girl’s plight, Al Negator walked forward with calm confidence, taking careful aim…and just as Shadowcat stumbled on an upthrust tree root, her phasing powers starting to fade, he caught her with a perfect shot right on her cute pink butt, sending her tumbling to the forest floor. With casual ease, the big purple gator scooped the teen up, and tossed her over his shoulder, ignoring her soft, desperate pleas for mercy as he fingered her delicate little quim, unable to resist drooling a little when he discovered her hymen still intact.

“Finish stripping ‘em,” Al called out to the assembled warriors, “and make sure they’re all tied up tight, and every neck has an inhibitor collar: we don’t want any of our prisoners suddenly getting her powers back.” He slung his own prisoner to the ground, and demonstrated what he meant, snapping one of the metal collars around her neck, a pair of green lights winking on as soon as the collar was locked tight. “We’ll have plenty of time for fun soon enough, so hold off, just a little longer. You, you, and you,” he pointed to a few smaller squads of rhino guards. “Stand guard here. The rest, come with me.” His smile was especially wicked. “We’ve got a ship full of women as beautiful as these to catch.”

*

Helena Douglas stood near the edge of the devastated clearing, observing the wreckage for several long minutes before finally heaving a long, annoyed sigh.

“Something bothering you, boss?” asked the tiny blonde girl next to the far taller woman, brushing her hands down her elegant gothic Lolita-style dress.

“We were brought down here deliberately, Marie,” Helena answered her friend and servant, Marie Rose. “That’s what Momiji was telling me, and she’s a lot more spiritually-minded than Ryu. But I could have figured it out on my own: after all, lots of our friends vanished here, including that girl you like, Honoka.”

“Choosing your rival is important,” admitted Marie Rose with a grin. “Even if mine happens to be a big-breasted cow.” Then her expression turned serious. “She was on a ship like ours, and then, poof, she just vanished, and I never heard from her. I just hope we don’t have the same thing happen to us.”

“We’ve got some of the most powerful metahumans available with us,” Helena said with a reassuring tone to the petite girl, resting a gentle hand on her shoulder. “And the Dinosaucers as well. Much as I would normally be opposed to traveling with mutants and aliens from a divergent alter-Earth, or with those demi-humans, the pureblooded human company more than makes up for the bother. Especially now that our ‘protectors’ have gone scouting the woods. With those mutants away, I’m feeling much more confident already. After all, they could have been part of whatever plot brought us down here. With them out in the jungle, I feel more confident that we can handle whatever problems might…”

Helena’s words trailed off in shock as, stumbling from the woods, who should appear but the very pink-haired young woman they’d just been talking about! Her clothes were in tatters, and around her neck was the broken remains of a strange red collar. As soon as Honoka saw Marie Rose, she rushed forward, wrapping her arms around the tiny blonde girl, almost smothering her friend in her more-than-generous cleavage.

“Oh Marie!” exclaimed pink-haired Honoka. “It’s you! I thought…but that’s not important. What’s important is that we’re all in danger here. The last long while, I feel like I’ve been in some horrible dark nightmare, never really waking up. But I’m awake now, and I’ve got to warn you: this whole world is a big trap!”

“It’s all right,” came a familiar voice, and soon the strong arms of the black-clad shinobi, Ryu Hayabusa, wrapped around Honoka, hugging her gently as she pressed her cheek to his firm chest. “You’re safe now. Just relax, and come with me, and we’ll get you something warm to drink. Then, when you’re ready, you can tell us everything, slowly, and in detail.”

Right behind Ryu, the special security agent known as Black Orchid followed, accompanied by the two sets of three demihumans (though why any self-respecting human might want to be around demihumans more than absolutely necessary, Helena couldn’t fathom), the two furry girls and elf on two legs, the three centaur girls on four. As Ryu led Honoka toward the fire his apprentice, the shrine maiden Momiji, had built with the help of the magic of the blonde cavegirl, Ayla, the other companions who’d been on the ship started to gather as well, all eager to hear the news the pink-haired girl had to share.

Of course, there were the “true” humans, like Helena Douglas and Marie Rose. Hitomi, the highschool girl, and Kokoro, Helena’s half-sister, and Leifang and Mila, Helena’s occasional opponents in the fighting tournaments they both occasionally frequented, as well as the younger girl, Sakura Kasugano, who fought in different leagues. These gathered near the middle of the group, simply accepting that it was their place, surrounded by protective forces.

The next layer was composed of those who weren’t quite normal, or those who stretched the term almost to the breaking point, while still at least maintaining the appearance of normalcy. Black Orchid, of course, was in that ring, as was Ryu, and the mighty blonde warrior woman, Rachael, whose demon blood gave her strength far beyond human ability. Also in this middle ring were the true metahumans, like the alien-enhanced Ms. Marvel, the advanced human Pulsar, the magician Zatanna, and the amazon, Wonder Girl. Relm Arrowny and Rydia rounded out this middle layer, along with Ayla, Lucca, and Marle, all of them relatively normal in appearance (despite Lucca’s purple hair, and Rydia’s green tresses), but possessing powers and training that separated them from normal humanity in a very permanent fashion.

Finally, on the outer ring, were the demihumans, ranging from the smaller Alef and Khris and Tao, to the larger centaur girls, Cerea, Dora, and Mae, to the very large Dinosaucers, all eight of them, with their four human companions, who refused to be separated from the ones they called their friends. It was assumed by the other humans there that blonde-haired Ryan and his sister, Sara, as well as Hispanic David and dark-skinned Paul stayed with the Dinosaucers to keep the slow-witted saurians from getting into trouble. Though such thoughts might have been more than a little bigoted, they were actually probably right in many cases. While Allo, the leader, and Dimetro could be downright brilliant at times, and Teryx was a quite pleasant conversationalist (and even Helena admitted she enjoyed the archaeopteryx’s company at times), Bonehead and Stego were hopelessly slow, and Bronto Thunder could be more than a little foolish if not carefully supervised.

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

Cerea (http://dailylifewithamonstergirl.wikia.com/wiki/Centorea\_Shianus)

Chrono Trigger characters

-Ayla (http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Ayla)

-Lucca (http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Lucca)

-Marle (http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Marle)

Dinosaucers characters (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinosaucers)

-Allo

-Bonehead

-Bronto Thunder

-Dimetro

-Humans (David, Paul, Ryan and Sara Spencer)

-Ichy

-Stego

-Teryx

-Tricero

Dora the Kentauride (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2-Y3P\_1xdM and http://www.backofthecerealbox.com/2013/03/kentaurides-female-centaur-examples.html)

Helena Douglas (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Helena\_Douglas) - counts as a princess

Hitomi (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Hitomi)

Honoka (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Honoka) - Marie Rose's friend, previously mind-controlled

Kokoro (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Kokoro)

Leifang (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Leifang)

Marie Rose (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Marie\_Rose) - Helena Douglas' servant

Mila (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Mila)

Momiji (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Momiji) – a princess, has the Dragon's Eye jewel with her)

Ms. Marvel (http://marvel.com/universe/Ms.\_Marvel\_(Carol\_Danvers) and https://www.wondersluts.com/pictures/album/ms-marvel-nude-porn-pics\_95013/page/6/)

Pulsar (http://marvel.com/universe/Rambeau,\_Monica)

Rachael (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Rachel)

Relm Arrowny (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Relm\_Arrowny)

Rydia (teenage version, http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Rydia)

Ryu Hayabusa (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Ryu\_Hayabusa)

Sakura Kasugano (http://streetfighter.wikia.com/wiki/Sakura)

Shining Force Characters

-Alef (http://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining\_force.html?pages/characters\_force\_alef.html)

-Khris (http://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining\_force.html?pages/characters\_force\_khris.html)

-Mae (http://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining\_force.html?pages/characters\_force\_mae.html)

-Tao (http://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining\_force.html?pages/characters\_force\_tao.html)

Wonder Girl (https://www.hyperborea.org/flash/donna.html)

Zatanna (cartoon version https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zatanna#Animation)]

[And, for the fun of it: http://radianteld.deviantart.com/art/Nine-1920x1080-625449583]

When she’d calmed herself, Honoka explained everything she could remember, and everything she’d learned, while she’d been in the hypnotic thrall of I-No. She vaguely remembered fighting against hideous monsters, the xenomorphs and the zerg she thought they were called. There were snatches of memories of feeling the sharp sting of fangs on her delicate white neck, or sinking into the vein just above her breast. But what was most important was the remembered knowledge: this was a planet of sacrifice. Great and powerful gods had once ruled here, but theirs was a job far more important than mere domination of the planet. Their great mission was to keep a terrible evil caged away within War World. A great evil called…Chernabog.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Chernabog]

Now the old gods were weakened, fallen, and the ruins of their ancient temples were almost all that remained of their power. The forces of Evil had chosen this time to strike, to seize control of those with noble blood and special destiny, and use them as the catalyst to open the way, freeing Chernabog back into the world. By doing so, they would gain great power…and everyone else, enslavement by the forces of Evil.

“We’ve got to get off this planet, somehow,” Honoka said finally. “If we’re caught here when the people who made me a slave find us…”

“Yeah,” came a deep, surprisingly pleasant voice from the nearby jungle, “that’d be pretty awful, huh?”

All heads turned, just in time to see Al Negator standing there, pink kryptonite shocker in hand, trained on them all.

The first shot was spent on Allo, of course, and the second on the fliers, Ms. Marvel, Pulsar, and Teryx, before they could even get off the ground. This time, Al had made sure to know who he was facing, and each shot was followed by a second, just to make sure the depowering “stuck.” More shots came from all sides, as the fulgores came into play, backed by the wolves with their own shockers, or armed with netcasters, snapping off girl after girl, until even Helena Douglas was left struggling next to her servant, alongside Momiji and the others, all of them helpless, and surely doomed.

Even in the face of impossible odds, Ryu Hayabusa didn’t flinch or falter for an instant. Faster than thought, he raced past the flashing bolts of energy, cutting down fulgores with his Dragon Sword in rows. Not even Al Negator could hit him, and soon it was all that the purple-scaled mercenary could do to leap back, sacrificing his shocker to Ryu’s flashing blade rather than lose his head.

With Allo and the other Dinosaucers charging forward, clashing with the mighty rhino guards and lusty fimir warriors, while Ayla, Marle, and Lucca worked with Khris, Tao, and Alef to rain down magical power on their attackers, and Rydia and young Relm opened portals to realms undreamed of, drawing on more power than should have ever been possible, Ryu seemed to have opened up a single, vital chance for the team to snatch victory from defeat.

[40% chance of success, roll 5 of 5 – rolled…62…they are doomed]

Then there was a loud clang through the clearing, as Ryu’s sword met the rigid claws of Riptor. The enhanced raptor screeched at the ninja, and soon both opponents were locked in a battle so fast, so deadly, it was impossible to follow properly with the naked eye. Stalling in the attack, the wolf arrowmen surrounded the Dinosaucers, their shockers blazing again and again, until even the mighty Bronto Thunder fell to his knees, and then to all-fours, and finally flat on his belly, no longer able to fight. The fimir, their thick hides hardened against magic, pressed forward, and as the rhino guards clashed with the centaur women, the one-eyed horrors surrounded the casters, flinging out nets and lassos, jerking the magical women from their feet, one by one, interrupting their spells, especially Rydia’s potent summons. Ayla fought the most fiercely, her body strong as well as fast from her primitive upbringing, but even she was no match for the creatures from the mists, as rough hands grabbed at clothes, tearing them off, laying smooth flesh and soft fur bare. Not even little Relm was spared, the tiny teen squealing adorably as her poofy silk pants were jerked down, baring her smooth, shiny bum, squeals that grew steadily louder as one of the cruel, one-eyed monster men shoved his muzzle against her dainty cunny, and began to slurp loudly and messily on sweet pink girlparts, while the other fimir chortled wickedly in their terrible, ugly deep voices. Alef and Khris and the three centaurs weren’t human enough for the purposes of the fimir, and so they were left unmolested by the one-eyed monsters. The elf, Tao, however, was quite human enough for their purposes, and soon joined Relm, Rydia, Ayle, Lucca, and Marle on all-fours, wailing pitifully as the fimir feasted on their pudenda until they were gushing. After all, as hideous and horrible as the fimir were, they were creatures of magical potency all their own, much akin to dragons in that aspect of their powers, and no human female, no matter how strong-willed, could resist them for long.

“Don’t pop their cherries yet!” Al Negator called out, giving one of the reptites a kick before he quite managed to stick his thick, stubby dinocock into dainty little Marie Rose. “There’ll be plenty of time for that back with the hyenas! Now gather ‘em up, and lets get back: we’ve got mounds of fresh pussy to enjoy!”

With a cheer, the victors bound each of their prisoners to poles, or tied them tightly and slung them over broad shoulders. Not a single scrap of clothing was left on the prisoners, not even the Dinosaucers, except for Ryu Hayabusa. Riptor and the ninja had been closely matched in skill, and it was only when Al Negator intervened, catching the strong young warrior with a shot of his stunner, that the fight was ended. The enhanced raptortype, out of a sense of strange honor, allowed her prize to keep his mask, though she allowed him nothing else. As she slung him over her shoulder, gently handling his firmly-muscled rump and nicely-filled sac, memories of her fun with Jago playing through her head, the mighty Riptor was already deciding that she would show this great warrior how good it could be to lose.

As for Al Negator, he cast a single, regretful glance toward the direction where the third ship had crashed, then joined the others with a dismissive shrug.

“You lucked out this time, Bucky O’Hare,” he grumbled under his breath. “But don’t get cocky: I’ll be back for you. Really, really soon.”

All right, Al admitted silently to himself, as the thought of She-Thing’s muscled booty played in his head. Maybe not that soon.