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Entry 52

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis and gryfalcon

Vote Tallies

1) Our heroes on the inside head toward the Hellstation's core - 7

(65% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

2) The violation of Supergirl, Stargirl, She-Ra, and the Sailor Scouts - 4

(may be negated as a choice if another option is selected first)

3) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 11

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

*Desert City

4) Fate of the slaves and slave revolt - 8

(45% chance of success, one roll for each grouping)

5) Bambi and company meet Blacksad and company, then 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)

6) Finish the events at Jabba's Palace – 17 – this week’s scene

(70% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

7) What's going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat's Casino - a 20's-style speakeasy - 8

(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. Also see the Additional Requests section, below)

-The Mouse Trap - a pub with the best card games in Casino City - 1

-The Percheron - all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot - 5

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 0

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

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

*Castlevania and Environs 2

8) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 5

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

9) Our teams meet up for the final approach - 12

(60% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

10) Draco and friends - 15

(mostly sex, but 70%, best of 3 all the same)

11) Ayumi, both Lara Crofts, Daring Do, and Rouge do some treasure hunting by themselves - 4

(40% chance of success, rolled 5 times, once for each character)

12) Scar and the Tyrannos arrive on War World - 1

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

*Other Locations

13) Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania - 7

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

14) An itch beneath their tails - 11

(Tails gets molested)

15) The wolves and dogs on the ship gang up on Big Macintosh - 7

16) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested) - 3

17) Shere Khan's further villainy - 0

18) Bucky O'Hare tries to escape the Jungles of Rage - 0

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

19) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage - 6

(40% chance of success, rolled once for each fleeing character)

20) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab - 2

Author Notes

Recently, in my perpetual quest to find new characters to entangle in erotic situations, I ran across the CG movie Agent FOX.

I sorely regret my life decisions right now.

UFC Entry 52

“He seems to be perfectly healthy,” Mei reported dutifully, holding out one of her numerous scientific apparatuses as she ran it over Rajah’s immobile body, the carbonite clinging to him like a chilly black carapace. “Whoever did this bit of work knew what they were doing. A beautiful piece of carbonite encasement.”

“Yeah,” Mulan muttered, her cheeks hot as she did her very best to pretend that she wasn’t ‘peeking’ at the four-legged tiger. “But did they have to encase him…like that?”

The source of Mulan’s discomfort was immediately apparent to anyone who cared to look, of course: Rajah’s rigid, carbonite-encased penis was standing at full mast, barbs extended, his muzzle parted as though at the very moment of ultimate ecstasy. When asked how her beloved pet and companion and best friend had ended up in such a posture before the carbonite treatment, Jasmine would only blush, and hug his chilly side a little tighter through the blanket she’d draped over him, and otherwise refuse to elaborate. Yuffie, of course, had taken this as a prime opportunity for teasing the dusky-skinned princess…at least until Nanaki kindly asked her to stop. For some reason, when Nanaki asked Yuffie to do something in that deep, subtly growl-accented baritone, the green-clad ninja teen did whatever the firetailed catman said.

“This is so cool!” Kylie Koopa exclaimed, snapping photos on the edge of the little group that had set up shop in the main warehouse area at the back of Jabba’s wrecked casino, speaking directly into a little microphone taped to the front of her shell. “Their one true love trapped in an eternal carbonite sleep, the princesses Jasmine and Mulan feverishly await the verdict of meteorology and cryo-tech expert, Mei-Ling Zhou. Also on-scene are the Contessa, Olympic-level fencer as mysterious as she is famous, Yuffie Kisaragi and Red XIII, two of the saviors of the world of Gaea from the Jenova threat, the famous Galactic Federation operative, Garrus Vakarian, and his fellow agent Ahsoka Tano. Oh, and…um…this hot lady with big breasts and very little clothing. What was your name again?”

“Naga the White Serpent!” raged the well-endowed (and, it had to be admitted, scantily-clad) brunette, her eyes blazing with the fires of pure rage as she glared at Kylie…who remained, seemingly, oblivious as she turned right back to covering the scene before her.

“According to Dr. Zhou, the carbonite casing for Rajah, Princess Jasmine’s beloved enhanced tiger,” and as she said the word ‘enhanced,’ the pink-shelled koopa made sure to get a very extreme closeup of the part of Rajah that seemed to be causing so much embarrassment, “lacks the typical set of environmental controls. Normally, these controls would allow someone frozen in carbonite to be thawed out at need. However, Jabba, who was holding Rajah as a sort of living art, had these deliberately destroyed. Now what will Mulan and Jasmine do to save their beloved? Stay tuned!”

“Hey,” protested Mulan, looking over at Kylie. “Rajah’s not my…well, you know.”

“Not according to some of the footage I got off the security tapes for Jabba’s Palace,” Kylie retorted with her usual reporter-pleasant grin. “Especially the ones from the big guy’s throne room. He certainly had you and the Princess Jasmine busy, didn’t he?”

“That…that wasn’t my fault,” Mulan protested, her entire face turning a bright red. “It’s not like I wanted to…you know…with Jasmine, while pole dancing using Rajah’s…I mean, we were just trying to survive!”

“You heard it here first,” Kylie dutifully reported. “Mulan willing to do anything for the one she loves!”

Before Kylie Koopa had bodily harm done to her, still seemingly completely oblivious to the danger she faced from a trained kung-fu fighter and a significantly powerful sorceress with a tendency to Frost Arrow people who annoyed her, Ahsoka nudged Garrus, standing on tip-toes to whisper in his ear. Almost immediately, the turian stepped forward, casually insinuating himself between Kylie and the two women glaring death and daggers at her, in order to address Mei directly.

“Doctor Zhou,” he began formally.

“Just Mei, please,” the sweetly plump woman answered, tucking a few of her sensors back into the various pouches around her person.

“Mei,” Garrus began again. “If there aren’t any controls, how are we supposed to thaw out Rajah? We can’t just leave him as a tiger-cicle.”

“Well,” mused the glasses-wearing scientist, fiddling with the red-knobbing pin holding her hair in a bun, “I suppose it would be possible. But we’d have to be careful about it. We’d have to heat him up, slowly and evenly. Then we’d have to make sure his blood got flowing, by elevating his heart rate. While all that is happening, we’ll need to carefully remove bits of ice, so they don’t stick and maybe give him frostbite. Since Rajah hasn’t been in the carbonite for too long, I don’t think he’ll have hibernation sickness for very long.”

“I can help!” Yuffie suddenly volunteered, producing two softly glowing red spheres, and one pink one, all of which looked something like oversized marbles. “I’ve got a few fire materia here. And I’m sure Nanaki wouldn’t mind helping out with his tail.”

“It’s not really supposed to be used like that…” the canine-like felinoid protested quietly, but nobody seemed to pay much attention to his words…including himself, as his eyes were far too fixed on Yuffie’s shorts, always a little too loose with their top button undone, and showing off both back dimples and a hint of her crack as she eagerly bounced in front of him. She knew perfectly well how much he liked her when she did good things – in fact, just about the only time Yuffie didn’t do something purely for mercenary reasons, she wanted Nanaki to do bad things to her later on, as a reward for being good. After that little mishap with the lust materia, Nanaki had been hooked, and, truth be told, so had Yuffie.

“I can help with removing the ice,” Contessa volunteered, smoothly drawing her slim blade.

“Fire isn’t my specialty,” Naga hedged for a moment, then shrugged carelessly, “but all the same, I think I can channel off the cold of the carbonite.”

“Then we’ve got a plan,” said Mei, clapping her hands. “The rest of you, go and find blankets, heaters, whatever you can. We may be in a desert, but it gets cold here at night, so I’m sure there’s something around to keep off the chill. Let’s get to work!”

*

Had anyone asked Dred Wrang, one of the four battlemasters of the Blood Pack, what he thought of the idea of breeding before he’d started his mission, he wouldn’t have had much of an opinion on the matter one way or the other. After the end of the genophage threat, he’d seeded a few females, sure, but that was more out of duty to his clan than anything else. For a krogan, fighting had more instinctive importance than mating. Sex, you did out of necessity. Fighting, that you did for fun and profit.

At that moment, however, with a squad of seasoned krogan behind him, backed up by a pair of elder jiralhanae, along with more than a few of the spindly cannon-fodder, the kig-yar (which Dred fully intended to expend before the end of his present mission), Battlemaster Wrang found himself thinking along lines that were unfamiliar to him, to say the least. A short while before, there’d been a bright pink flash, visible through the numerous holes in the walls at the back of Jabba’s Palace even before the light burst its was out through the roof, tearing another hole. The surprisingly bright gamorrean General Scales had left with Dred’s team before heading off into the desert hadn’t been able to make head or tails of that light with the sensors he’d had available, but so far, nothing serious seemed to have come from it. Nothing, that is, except these very strange desires, unlike anything the krogan battlemaster had felt before.

Right now, though, these was no time to ponder such inanities. General Scales was Dred’s boss right now, and he’d given the order to take those interlopers who’d wrecked Jabba’s Palace and wiped out the demon heavies that had been holding the place before that point. Alive, if possible, but if Dred didn’t find any other way, and was willing to pass on the bonus Scales offered for prisoners, dead was an acceptable second choice. Checking his weapon once more, ensuring the stun function was set (a function he’d seldom had cause to use in all his many years of battle), Dred motioned his team forward, the big jiralhanae a pair of silver-furred shapes on the left, ready to rush in and flank when they encountered resistance, while the kig-yar were up front with that funny bird-walk of theirs. The other krogan, and their gamorrean science officer, held back around Dred, where they could lay down some proper suppressive fire. Dred, naturally, stayed in front of his firesquad: he was never the sort of battlemaster to lead from the rear.

“Contact!” came the whispered squawk of a kig-yar over the headset comms on the entire team, and Dred Wrang turned his head, his bloodred eyes piercing the darkness with ease. Sure enough, there was a figure up ahead, dimly backlit by the lights spilling out from the holes in the walls of Jabba’s Palace. A figure that made Dred feel even more strange than before, his eyes moving up and down a shapely form that almost cried out with gushing feminine charm. The being up there was no krogan, certainly, all big breasts and skinny waist, but…but there was a certain appeal to her, all the same.

“Kig-yar, move up,” Dred growled into the comm. “You others, hold back. They’d never send a lone female out into a warzone like the casinos are right now. There’s got to be some sort of trick.”

She’d been crouching before, inspecting something on the ground. As a kig-yar with an especially large, flared crest hopped up cautiously, however, she straightened, then turned her head, looking over her shoulder at the male holding a blaster pistol protectively out in front of him. Pulling a pair of vision enhancement goggles over his eyes, Dred zoomed in, his jaw dropping despite all his determination of will not to be taken in by a mere female: all she was wearing was a stereotypical maid’s uniform…and nothing else, as became abundantly clear when she bent forward, nice and slow, her long, sinuous tail extending straight up behind her. The lizardwoman with the very obvious mammalian features was obviously saying something to the kig-yar (and now there were three of them, drawn out of their cover so easily), but Dred couldn’t focus on trying to read her lips right then. Right then, his eyes were glued to the finest piece of female tail he’d seen in his entire life!

An argonian. That’s what she was. The name of the species came to him suddenly, one of those random thoughts that occur in the middle of an event that you know instinctively will be life-changing. Not that those filthy jackals cared. Already the kig-yar were hopping out of cover, all of them, the entire stinking squad, surrounding the argonian girl, crowding in close. Dred could see the look on her face, a look of absolute astonishment, as though she simply couldn’t conceive of any male having impure thoughts about her.

That expression seemed to be the last straw for the kig-yar, and they began to chatter to each other in their high-pitched squawk-talk, eagerly peeling off what armor they possessed, letting surprisingly sizable erections spring free, thrusting outward from their groins. Right then, to Dred’s eyes, the kig-yar looked almost as appetizing as the argonian beauty…wait, no! There was no purpose in same-sex attraction! His kind needed offspring, and the very thought was blasphemy! But all the same, the thought was there, and it was planted deep…

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4620720/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4592450/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2355435/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2355445/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21014500/

https://e621.net/post/show/680788/16-9-3\_fingers-3d\_-artwork-4\_fingers-alien-armpits

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16401307/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20284791/ - the exact fantasy that popped into Dred’s head]

“They’re getting her naked,” whispered one of the krogan near Dred’s side, his own viewing goggles whirring as they zoomed in close. “That female’s all alone, and there’s just too many of ‘em. Those jackals’re gonna rape her if we don’t do something.”

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16401458/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/22473341/]

Rape a female!? The very thought was obscene! At least…for krogan females. For this sultry temptress with the glistening scales…well, a free show to break up the monotony of the night might be an acceptable expenditure of time.

“Take up posts,” Dred growled to his team, dropping to his knees behind a rocky outcropping. “This is sure to be a trap. So, for now…observe.”

*

Perhaps it was just the rush of pink kryptonite radiation in the air that had put the idea in Yuffie’s head. Perhaps it was just teenage mischief, not too atypical for the young ninja girl. Whatever her reasons – and she likely didn’t fully know them herself – at the same time she let the red light from the two fire materia play over Rajah’s body, she let the pink light from the pink one join their combined glow. A lust materia. The same thing Hojo had intended to use on Nanaki long ago, when he’d wanted him to mate with Aeris. The very thing Yuffie had later used (actually quite unintentionally, despite what others might have said) while sharing a room with Nanaki and Tifa, Cloud and Aeris out riding a Ferris wheel, turning the normally so staid and polite firetailed felinoid dogman into an instinct-driven beast! Both girls hadn’t walked quite right for days after that little incident, and it was only because of the death materia in Yuffie’s possession at the time that they both didn’t end up pregnant with a litter apiece – Nanaki was, after all, fully compatible with humans, even non-cetra like Tifa and Yuffie.

Since that time, Yuffie had always enjoyed teasing Nanaki, flirting with him when occasion permitted. Getting him “back to nature” was a pretty hard task, but Yuffie could be very persuasive when she was in the mood. After having him pop her cherry, Yuffie couldn’t resist a piece of hot firetail every now and then – she was hooked on sex, especially with Nanaki. And, sometimes, she liked to share the love. Or, in this case, lust.

Contessa’s blade snickered out, and chunks of carbonite fell away as the beams of light from the materia shone up onto Rajah’s belly, where Yuffie was holding them, and the light from Naga’s hand shone down onto his back as she stood on the opposite side from the teen ninja. Nobody seemed to have noticed what Yuffie was doing, too caught up with doing their jobs. Nobody, that is, except Nanaki.

Truthfully, Nanaki’s tail only looked like it was on fire, a magical effect that was a part of the inherent power in his race. For his kind, it was a way of seeing their general health at a glance. Certainly, he could produce some heat from his tail if there was a need, but if someone were so rude as to simply seize hold of the tuft of his tail, they probably wouldn’t be burned…at least, not unless they got Nanaki mad enough.

Yuffie knew all this. She also knew that she could talk Nanaki into a lot of things, provided she wasn’t likely to hurt someone with whatever scheme she was cooking up. Right now, the ninja girl had Nanaki by the tail, quite literally, as she was holding the fiery tip right underneath the three materia in her hand, letting the flickering light play over and through the smoky colored orbs. One thing that Nanaki’s race could do, which made them highly desired by certain parties, was to enhance the essence of others. With a materia, as now, that meant that Nanaki could boost the power of the stones, giving them greater energy than normal. With a female, even one of another species, he could enhance her fertility, making her compatible with himself, or with almost any other race. This last wasn’t an ability that Nanaki had extensively practiced, though he now knew of its existence, thanks to Yuffie’s mischief with that lust materia back in the Golden Saucer.

In his present circumstances, with Yuffie “cooking” a lust materia with his tail, while a powerful flux of potent pleasure energy was flooding the region, and Yuffie had her shorts halfway down her smooth buns, letting Nanaki clearly see her thong, while numerous other highly-attractive females stood far too close for his comfort, it was hardly any wonder that the firetailed male had a raging hard-on right then. His loincloth was next to useless right then, but all the same, Nanaki did his best to remain stoic and unflinching, even at the sound of Jasmine’s and Ahsoka’s soft gasps and Mulan’s short exclamation of half-disgust (she didn’t seem to like seeing males naked for some reason), or the multiple clicks and whirrs of Kylie Koopa’s camera as she snapped off a host of shots of Nanaki from as many angles as she could manage without disturbing the sanctity of the shot.

Nanaki could already tell: this was going to be a long night.

“It’s not enough,” Mei suddenly said, frowning at the instrument in her hands, obviously doing her best to concentrate despite the waves of potent lust energy radiating out just a short distance away, making her cheeks flush and legs grow wobbly. “We have to get Rajah’s blood flowing faster. We need something to get his heart rate up!”

Yuffie looked at Nanaki, and winked.

“I think I know a way,” she volunteered.

*

For a supposed rape victim, that hot argonian didn’t act like it! After the kig-yar had torn off her clothes, swiftly growing into a frenzy of desire, instead of panicking or struggling or even crying out, she’d just taken a single step back, away from the crowd, and straightened up to her full height. Pausing, the kig-yar blinked, then looked at each other, before looking back at the sultry female before them.

That was when she started to dance.

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/22613050/]

Supple scales glistening in the dim light from the building, eyes glittering like gemstones, she swayed before the watching males, close and far, losing herself in the music, not seeming to care that she was naked before a horde of savage males intent on defiling her.

Or perhaps she did care…and she liked it.

Suddenly going to her knees, the argonian grabbed the skinny hips of the nearest of the kig-yar, pulling him close. Giving a short squawk of surprise, the crested male gaped as the argonian easily squeezed his cock between her breasts, before wrapping her agile lips around the very tip. Even at the ranges he was using, Dred could swear he heard the sultry female’s moan as she started bobbing her head, her hands alternating between squeezing her breasts together to make an especially snug channel for the kig-yar’s cock, and reaching around to grab his tight buns, squeezing and kneading them beneath her strong fingers.

And, in the process, letting Dred see more of the undertail of a kig-yar than he’d ever thought he’d want to see.

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23411260/]

“This is sick,” he growled softly to nobody in particular, all the while zooming in his optic enhancers just that much more, so as not to miss a single gooey detail.

One of the more adventurous kig-yar had crept up behind the argonian, and had dared to seize her tail, right near the base. He paused there, his erection leaking precum onto her upturned buns, as though suddenly aware of the daring nature of what he’d just done, and what repercussions might result. Instead of reacting with any sort of anger, however, the argonian female hiked her tail just that much higher, and turned her head, giving the kig-yar a smile so sultry, Dred was surprised it didn’t make steam come out of the jackal’s earslits!

“Have a taste.”

Those were her words, and though he couldn’t hear her, Dred could read her lips, so supple and strangely dexterous despite the reptilian traits of her body. The kig-yar gave an audible wail as his desperation overcame all caution, and he buried his muzzle beneath the argonian’s tail, his own bare bottom thrust high, his clawed feet digging in the dirt as he smacked and slurped greedily at her honeypot for all he was worth.

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21421857/]

That was the signal, the final straw that finally broke the wills of the jackals. Screeching together in a body, they hopped forward, hands reaching out, caressing those beautiful scales, touching her everywhere, holding little back. Despite their pent-up need, however, the jackals weren’t quite the frenzied beasts Dred had seen them become before the argonian had taken charge of the situation. Now, rather than focused entirely on sating their own pleasures, they were interested instead in sating her pleasures, their entire focus on the female who had them completely and utterly in her thrall.

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23118854/]

[70% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures – Rolled 44 – success #1 – new chance of success 75%]

Aching now with envy as much as with a powerful, overwhelming need that he’d never felt before, not in his entire life, Dred Wrang didn’t try to stop himself as he reached down to loosen the straps around the codpiece of his armor. He didn’t care which of his troops saw him, saw the thick, tapered krogan cock that slid free as he focused on the two kig-yar slurping on the argonian’s breasts, even as she continued to give a boobjob to the one before her. What did it matter if they saw him stroking his prick? His attention swayed back and forth, to the birdlike savage slamming his hips almost straight down into the argonian’s anus, his mouth wide in ecstatic joy, then to the two, one lying down, the other upright, who were see-sawing in and out of her gushing gash, and then to the pair on either side, teeth grit, eyes filled with feral light as she pumped their cocks in her delicate hands, letting the precum leak down her wrists in copious rivers.

“Battlemaster!” came the sudden sound of a deep, booming jiralhanae voice, and despite himself, Dred Wrang turned his head, glaring at the two hulking, apelike aliens…until his eyes fell on the prisoner they held between them. “We caught this human woman skulking around. She was recording everything with this camera,” and as he said this, he held out the news camera, which, though it was large and professional, was dwarfed in his massive paw.

“Um,” the ruddy-haired girl stammered with a sheepish grin at Dred as he rose and began to walk toward her, his eyes fixed on the large breasts that seemed almost ready to pop free of her yellow jumpsuit at any moment. “April O’Neil, Channel Six news. Did you want to make a statement, mister Bloodpack Leader?”

“Yes,” Dred growled, not caring that the female’s eyes dropped to his elephantine erection as he drew near, her pupils widening as she gasped, cheeks flushing before her hands went to her mouth. “Never before have I, Battlemaster Dred Wrang, seeded a female outside my own kind. Other krogan have indulged themselves, diluting their bloodlust with a far degraded sort, but I have kept my breed true.” He stopped right before the shapely human, and glared down at her, before taking the camera and handing it to the nearest of his troops. “Now, I want my first time with a human recorded, so that all will know the power of the krogan! And if I leave her pregnant in the aftermath, all the better!”

“Not while we’re on the job!” came a heroic, British-accented voice from the nearby darkness, making all the krogan, who’d gathered around the jiralhanae holding April O’Neil, each of them obviously eager for a turn when their boss had finished.

“You Blood Pack just crossed the line!” came another voice, a female’s, high-pitched and just as confident as the male voice that had preceded hers.

Dred didn’t even see the bolas that whipped out of the surrounding darkness, wrapping around the krogan to whom he’d given the camera. Before the news camera had a chance to drop, the jiralhanae to either side of April O’Neil went down, as two agile figures, one all in white, the other sporting black, leapt forward, delivering multiple blows to the heads and necks of the apelike brutes, each punch, chop, or kick aimed with precision for the most vulnerable spots…which, admittedly, were few and far between on a jiralhanae, though that did explain the sheer multitude of attacks delivered without pause.

Catching her camera in midair, April turned just in time to see the hulking silverback brutes go down, Kitty Katswell and Danger Mouse standing over them, hands on hips, triumphant!

[75% chance of success – rolled 58 – success #2 – new chance of success 80%]

“Miss Katswell, Mister Mouse,” the redhaired reporter called out, not seeming to care about the peril surrounding her, not when a scoop was on the line. “We’re all glad that you’re here on the scene. Do you have anything to say to our viewers?”

“Get ‘em!” bellowed Dred, not even bothering to pull up his codpiece as he charged straight at the ones who’d frustrated his desires, weapon brandished and set to kill!

*

“This can’t work,” Mulan muttered through gritted teeth, her blade-slender body stripped right to the skin as she caressed Rajah’s carbonite-encased cock with a skill that those who knew her would have found quite surprising indeed. Of course, Rajah was a tiger, rather than a horse, so Mulan’s skills were a little limited on the exact details, but all the same, she seemed to know what she was doing, more or less. “This has got to be the nuttiest idea ever.”

“I’m with you,” agreed Ahsoka, glad that her red togruta skin didn’t show blushes very easily, as she’d stripped down as naked as Mulan…and Princess Jasmine, standing by Rajah’s head, her smooth pudenda pressed up close against the still-frozen tiger’s muzzle, while Ahsoka and Mulan did their best to boff off the rigid black-encased tigercock. “There’s no possible way this can be a good idea.”

“Just get a good whiff,” the brown-skinned teen whispered softly, as though speaking to a lover, even as she rubbed her snugly-clasped cunny against Rajah’s nose. “You know you like how I smell, Rajah…”

In the spirit of the moment, and not wanting anyone to feel as though they were being singled out, Garrus and the Contessa had similarly stripped down, though Garrus at least had the decency to look a bit embarrassed about it. Contessa, on the other hand, stood in all her birdy beauty, her red and white feathers on full display, as full as her flawless breasts, trim from the scant amount of bodyfat she allowed herself as part of her rigorous training. Fanning her tailfeathers, not seeming to care one bit at the stares she drew to her taut rump from males and females in the room alike (especially Mei, who seemed ready to burst into flames from blushing as she tried to hide her face in her parka), the red raptor stepped forward, her blade snipping out, chipping away more shards of ice.

“It’s working,” Mei abruptly exclaimed, her face brightening as she forgot her embarrassment with the sudden good news. “All of what we’re doing, altogether, it’s doing it! I’m getting a heartbeat…”

Chunks of carbonite suddenly went flying everywhere only moments later, sending Mulan and Ahsoka tumbling back on their bottoms, while Naga tumbled over gracelessly, and would surely have hit the floor painfully, if Nanaki hadn’t suddenly risen to his feet, his arms out to catch her. Doing so sent the materia in Yuffie’s hands skittering across the floor, the two fire materia swiftly winking out, but the pink lust materia…its glow seemed undiminished, as though powered by the forces already at work, while the other two sensed that their job was done.

Roaring loudly, Rajah suddenly blinked as Jasmine, to stop herself from falling, grabbed hold of his thick-furred head, pulling herself just that much closer to the big tiger. Closing his razor-toothed muzzle, the powerful beast leaned in, his eyes growing heavy-lidded as he sampled Jasmine’s sweet-perfumed pussy. His cock, previously held rigid by carbonite, flared just a little more, and a broad pink tongue extended from his greedy mouth.

“R-Rajah, I don’t really know if we should…” Jasmine tried to protest, but feebly, before Rajah’s tongue dug into the snug cleft of her cunny, and arched inward and upward, deep and firm. “Oh…Oooooh Rajah!”

“I doubt this is accepted medical procedure,” Garrus commented as he came up behind Mei, smiling down at the nerdy meteorologist as she turned to look up at his handsome alien features.

“N-no,” admitted Mei, biting her lower lip as she turned her eyes away from the naked turian. “It’s really not.”

“Would you object if I made a suggestion for something even less accepted?” Garrus queried gently, his hand cupping the human girl’s chin, turning her face back up toward his.

“No,” Mei admitted, and though she blushed furiously, she didn’t pull back or look away. “I would not.”

“Oh yeah,” Yuffie exclaimed with a broad grin, rubbing her hands as she threw Nanaki a ‘told you so’ look, before bending over to snatch up her fire materia. “Jackpot.”

Doing his best not to be overly swayed by the well-endowed and scantily-dressed black-haired woman in his arms, who seemed in no hurry whatsoever to extricate herself from resting her head against his broad, soft-furred and hard-muscled chest, or the way Yuffie wiggled her pert buns back at him when she bent over at the waist, Nanaki rolled his eyes.

“Teenagers,” he muttered softly.

*

Even against two of the greatest agents of their respective organizations, Battlemaster Dred Wrang and the Bloodpack were highly-trained and heavily-armed. While Dred would have liked a few vorcha around, just to be safe, there was no way even the best mortal agents could possibly dodge the sheer quantity of bullets and blasterfire that was about to be rained down on them. Every krogan in his team was essentially a mobile battle platform, bristling with enough weapons to topple a minor government. Even the burly gamorrean looked as though he was ready to bring some chaos with that vibro-axe he was hefting, with a blade keen enough to sheer through bone and sinew alike.

Of course, Battlemaster Dred Wrang was right: against two agents, he and his Bloodpack would have won. What he didn’t count on was that…they weren’t alone.

Kunai and shuriken suddenly came flying from the darkness, and several of the gun-toting krogen cried out, the short blades taking weapons from their hands, leaving shallow cuts along bare flesh wherever their armor didn’t cover it. From the side, flanking them, a hulking saurian figure came barreling forward, bellowing as he came, two slender female shapes close behind, still hurling more of the ninja throwing weapons. Zeno had arrived, Mona Lisa and Venus de Milo in his wake!

“Tell our mutual employers,” came an accented voice, making Dred turn to glare death and darkness at the black-armored figure standing on his opposite side, a shotgun-toting alligator and fuchia-haired well-muscled woman with an energy battling gun covering her flanks, “that I have decided to renegotiate my contract. Mirage gave me a far better offer…and she is fond of new playthings.”

“Baroness!” snarled the krogan, before flying projectiles drowned out his additional words, forcing him to dive behind a rise on the hill where he and his troops had stationed themselves.

From his new vantage point, Dred could see that the kig-yar weren’t faring any better, as a rapid access mecha was stomping its way through their ranks, those that weren’t simply lying on the ground, thoroughly spent from their time with the argonian wench, who Dred could see leaning against a nearby boulder, a happy smile on her face…and a lot of cum on and in her body, everywhere. Fleeing the savage bolts of stun force that bowled so many of them over, the kig-yar fled, screaming…and ended up heading right into the path of a massive dragonman with a pike taller than himself, while the traitor sangheili, Khida ‘Kuttinee and his daughter, Thepa, provided him with cover fire from their own weapons, looking like glorious gods of battle in their bare skins and the flash of their weapons’ muzzles.

If their foes weren’t deliberately trying to take his troops prisoner, they’d have all been massacred by now! As it was, there were maybe seconds left before krogans and kig-yar alike went down under the pincer assault that Dred could now see had been planned out right from the start. That irresistible argonian had been the decoy, and the rest…the rest was just by the numbers ambush tactics.

[Final roll, 80% chance of success – rolled 25 – victory!]

“They’ll never take me alive,” growled Dred, rising to his feet and starting off toward the desert, so very close to hand, the perfect place for an escape. “I’m the fourth battlemaster of the Bloodpack. I’ll get a full platoon next time, and when I come back, the lucky ones will be dead before I get my hands on…”

“Medi,” came a pleasant female voice. For a moment, Dred came up short, then looked around, confused.

“Punny!” came another voice, high-pitched and frankly adorable.

“Gardevoir,” answered a third voice, meditative and contemplative.

Finally, Dred looked down.

[http://m.bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Team\_Charm]

“Aw…” he muttered with a sense of resignation. “Shoot.”

*

Doing her level best to ignore the juices trickling out of her shell and down her leg, Kylie Koopa didn’t stop snapping pictures, not for a single moment. With practiced ease, when her battery started to run down, or a memory chip started to fill up, she just slapped in another one, and got right back to work. The public, after all, had a right to know!

“Rajah!” Jasmine cried out, her supple limbs wrapped around the powerful beast’s body, fingers digging into the taut muscles of his thick-furred shoulders as she rode his belly, eagerly hunching and rocking her body against his, her stiff brown nipples rubbing against his soft white underbelly fur. “Oh Rajah, I’ve missed you so much!”

Giving a friendly chuff in answer, Rajah glanced briefly at Kylie, not seeming to mind her presence, even as the eager little koopa circled around to get some really good close-ups of where his big barbed cock was rasping in and out of Jasmine’s flawless royal quim, spreading her open so very wide as she energetically humped her big tiger with all her might, until her body glistened with a sheen of sweat.

Baring his fangs as Jasmine started to scream in orgasm, her anus visibly winking as her inner walls clenched down on Rajah’s too-long dormant shaft, the big tiger suddenly decided that it was time for him to take an active role in the proceedings. Lowering himself to the floor, pressing Jasmine’s back against the smooth stone, Rajah easily pinned his pretty princess in place, until all she could do was grunt in frustration as she struggled beneath him, squirming and kicking, but utterly helpless against the tiger’s far greater size and strength. Having established his dominance, then glanced back at Kylie, giving her one of his friendly chuffs…then spreading his legs, giving her a perfect shot of his massive, white-furred balls.

Putting huge paws on Jasmine’s shoulders, holding her securely in place, Rajah gave her a pleasant smile, letting her know that he was perfectly well aware of her desires, but she would just have to wait – in this relationship it was he, not she, who was in charge, after all. Jacklegs tensing, Rajah slowly pulled himself back, making Jasmine cry out again at the feeling of those barbs rasping against her inner walls, stimulating her in ways no human penis ever could, setting off tremors that shuddered through her entire body, hitting right at the roots of her being. Snorting softly at the sight of the desperately-orgasming princess beneath him, so needy and so eager, Rajah took his time, rolling his hips, gyrating his shaft in the shallower depths of her vagina, not giving her the deep penetration her body craved – that her body and soul needed right then, with aching requirement.

“Please, Rajah!” Jasmine suddenly begged, her will breaking as she wriggled under her big cat, her small hands gripping his chestfur. “Please, don’t tease me anymore! I’ll do anything you want, give you anything! Just please, please, give me…oh! Oh! AAAIIIIIEEEE!”

Kylie’s camera snapped at the moment Rajah’s heavy, sperm-filled balls impacted against Jasmine’s taut buns, her back arched, her eyes closed, her mouth open, more thick, meaty tigercock than anyone should reasonably have to endure stuffed all the way to the hilt in her tender teenaged twat. Her wails were high and sweet as Rajah rutted her, holding nothing back, pounding his sweet princess to the heights of ecstasy as he took her right to the very depths of her frantically-clenching quim. Soon her bottom was turning bright pink as those balls slapped her supple flesh again and again, Rajah’s striped hips blurring as he made his princess start to babble and beg, her hands clutching feebly at his powerful body, her legs splayed out to either side, toes curling as she was electrified with orgasm, her words turning to incoherence as her mind was shattered, her body riven with more pleasure than any young teen should have to endure.

Head snapping back, mouth spreading wide, Rajah gave a loud roar of triumph as his own pleasures overflowed, crashing waves of sperm gushing into his princess, filling her innermost depths…and quickening new life within them.

[25% chance of pregnancy – rolled 18 – Jasmine is now carrying Rajah’s baby]

Panting hard, Rajah lifted his great head, his nostrils flaring as he scented something else. Something…appetizing. His eyes opened, and he saw Mulan lying there, her hand working feverishly between her thighs, her eyes fixed on the point where Rajah was joined to Jasmine. Then those eyes rose to meet his, and widened as they saw the big tiger lick his lips.

“Oh no,” Mulan protested, lifting her hands as though to ward off the mighty cat. “No, this is all just a misunderstanding. I’ll just…just show myself out…yeah…”

Perhaps Mulan might have gotten away with it, too. Except, in trying to get away, she rolled over onto all-fours, the better to try and crawl out of reach. Before she’d made it more than a short distance, however, one of Rajah’s massive paws reached out, hooked beneath her belly, and easily pulled her back into range of his muzzle.

“Rajah, it’s not like that,” Mulan tried to explain, reaching one hand back to push at his head. “You’re nice and all, but…”

Rajah paused, his eyes showing his understanding, his nose telling him to whom Mulan’s heart belonged. Fair enough: he wouldn’t take her…with his penis. That was firmly buried to the hilt in Jasmine anyway. But he saw no reason not to enjoy the flavor of a new girl, even if she’d been a little stretched by horsecock…with perhaps a hint of dragoncock as well.

“R-Rajah?” Mulan gasped, feeling hot breath on her exposed sex. “What are you…Rajah!”

Muzzle engulfing Mulan’s cunny, Rajah began to happily feast on sweet girlish juices, not a care in the world. He was free, and he was happy, and the females he was with were happy too. What more could a male want?

Kylie found herself suddenly interrupted in her picture taking by a strong and authoritative hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she gave Garrus a sheepish smile.

“Um,” she ventured. “Publicity shots?”

“Come on,” the turrian scoffed, rolling his eyes as he gently dragged the koopa from the room with one hand, her pink shell scootching along the floor, the other hand entwined with Mei’s. “Let’s give them some privacy.”

“Agreed,” said Nanaki, Naga still resting quite comfortably in his arms, while his tail curled around Ahsoka, holding the red-skinned teen close to his hip, while Yuffie followed shortly behind the togruta girl, barely able to contain a fit of giggles as her budding young fantasies started to run more than a little wild, filled with flame-tailed felinoid canids and soft red pussies and black-maned beauties.

Taking up the rear, her clothes slung casually over one shoulder, the Contessa slid her blade back into its sheath, her swordbelt the only clothes she still wore. Yes, this adventure was looking to be quite exciting indeed.

Choices

1) Our heroes on the inside head toward the Hellstation's core - 7

(65% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

2) The violation of Supergirl, Stargirl, She-Ra, and the Sailor Scouts - 4

(may be negated as a choice if another option is selected first)

3) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 11

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

*Desert City

4) Fate of the slaves and slave revolt - 8

(45% chance of success, one roll for each grouping)

5) Bambi and company meet Blacksad and company, then 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)

6) What's going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat's Casino - a 20's-style speakeasy - 8

(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. Also see the Additional Requests section, below)

-The Mouse Trap - a pub with the best card games in Casino City - 1

-The Percheron - all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot - 5

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 0

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

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

*Castlevania and Environs 2

7) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 5

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

8) Our teams meet up for the final approach - 12

(60% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

9) Draco and friends - 15

(mostly sex, but 70%, best of 3 all the same)

10) Ayumi, both Lara Crofts, Daring Do, and Rouge do some treasure hunting by themselves - 4

(40% chance of success, rolled 5 times, once for each character)

11) Scar and the Tyrannos arrive on War World - 1

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

*Other Locations

12) Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania - 7

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

13) An itch beneath their tails - 11

(Tails gets molested)

14) The wolves and dogs on the ship gang up on Big Macintosh - 7

15) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested) - 3

16) Shere Khan's further villainy - 0

17) Bucky O'Hare tries to escape the Jungles of Rage - 0

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

18) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage - 6

(40% chance of success, rolled once for each fleeing character)

19) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab - 2

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions)

Adventures of T-Rex characters (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The\_Adventures\_of\_T-Rex) - 3

Aisha Clan-Clan (http://outlawstar.wikia.com/wiki/Aisha\_Clan-Clan) - 4

Banjo (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Banjo) & Kazooie (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Kazooie) - 1

Bubsy the Bocat (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubsy) - 4

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

Duke, Captain N's Dog (http://captainn.wikia.com/wiki/Duke) - 1

Easter Bunny (male or female?) - 1

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

Fire Emblem Characters

-Anankos (http://fireemblem.wikia.com/wiki/Anankos) - 4

-Corrin (https://fireemblemwiki.org/wiki/Corrin) - 4

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

Jaquins (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Jaquins - they're good guys) - 2

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) - 2

Rakeesh (http://questforglory.wikia.com/wiki/Rasha\_Rakeesh\_SahTarna) - 2

Reptile (http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Reptile) - 1

The Rescuers (Bianca and Bernard) - 2

Sailor Animamates (http://sailormoon.wikia.com/wiki/Sailor\_Animamates) - 4

Soul Caliber women

• Hildegard von Krone (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Hilde - a princess) - 3

• Scheherazade (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Scheherazade) - 3

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

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

Tomamo no Mae (http://fategrandorder.wikia.com/wiki/Tamamo\_no\_Mae) - 5

Tracer (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Tracer) - 3

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen)

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

Kim Possible gets in touch with family & friends - 6

Marvel vs. Capcom teamup (Deadpool, Okami, and Dante) - 5

Fluttershy/Toriel - 2

Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania - 3

Brooklyn/Firebrand - 6

Nobody joins the bughunt - 5

Cobra (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cobra\_(G.I.\_Joe)) shows up - 6

Alien Queen/Asriel (his adult version) - 2

The Slave Factory - 3

Toralei/Catra - 3

Skeletor re-dominates his former servants - 3

Catra shows off her panther form - 3

Mirage gives the Dark Queen to Bahamut - 4

Reverse hunting, with heroes as hunters, and villains as prey - 5

Wile E. Coyote swaps an egg with one of Maleficent's - 3

Hornyberries (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6743630/) show up - 1

Gadget Hackwrench and Foxglove get off the chopping block (will change the vote option in Fat Cat’s Casino) - 6

Biker Mice from Mars buy some Chopping Block characters - 3

Characters in The Last Stop voted off the Chopping Block (an escape run may be imminent):

-Amber - 1

-Annabelle - 1

-Brandy Harrington - 1

-The Chipettes - 1

-Hello Kitty - 1

-Sandy Carington - 1

-Tiffany Turlington - 1

Brown and Hewie want to seduce their mistresses - 1