Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Entry 58 by Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Entry 58

Gideon Kalve Jarvis, Avian, Biker Mice, Bird, Canine, Cat, Choose Your Own Adventure, Crossover, Dog, F/solo, Feline, Final Fantasy, Lassie, M/F, Mice, Oral, Rape, Rat, Rule 34, Tentacles, Vaginal, Video Games

#69 of CYOA-UFC

Phew! Bit more work than I thought it would be getting back into things. Ah well, hopefully the results will be all right.

From a coin flip, since there was a tie vote, the Biker Mice team up with Freya and Lassie and go to town in the Last Stop casino, bashing demon heads...or at least giving it the old college try (if any of them have ever been to college, that is). Of course, every time they miss a roll, somebody suffers for it.

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Entry 58

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis and gryfalcon

Vote Tallies

Additional Vote

Where shall Rakeesh and company head?

A) The Pyramid Casino - 3

B) Bambi and company - 5

C) The Jungle - 8 - the clear favorite, and when next the Jungle comes up, what will happen

D) The Excavation - 0

In all but the last, they'll add +10% to the chances of the group they aid. In option D, a new vote option will be added for the team to assault the slave camp and free whomever they can. The odds, in this case, won't be very good, but they won't be hopeless.

*Hellstation

1) Our heroes on the inside head toward the Hellstation's core - 16

(65% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

2) The violation of Supergirl, Stargirl, She-Ra, and the Sailor Scouts - 9

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

3) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 15

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

*Desert City

4) Bambi and company meet Blacksad and company, then make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety - 12

(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)

5) What's going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat's Casino - a 20's-style speakeasy - 14

(55% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

-The Last Chance - The Biker Mice, Lassie, and Freya Crescent mix things up - 16 - the full winner

[65% chance of success, rolled 6 times - would be a lot harder, but Red is distracted

Each failure results in some doggy abuse, 1d4 characters rolled randomly

Biker Mice will also be in the market]

-The Mouse Trap - a pub with the best card games in Casino City - 5

[Will also include what's going on in the sewers of Casino City]

-The Percheron - all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot - 14

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 1

-The Pyramid - what are our friends up to? - 13

[Various sex scenes, Sly/Rocket/Carmelita scene highest priority]

-Treasure Island - pirate-themed, and pirate-attended - 4

*Castlevania and Environs

6) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 10

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

7) The final Count-down - 2

(60% chance of success, rolled 3 times)

8) 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)

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

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

10) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 4

*Other Locations

11) Characters on the Ship come to the aid of others

(+15% chance of success wherever they are sent)

-Castlevania - 13

-The Desert - 0

-Casino City - 0

-The Jungle - 8

12) Brooklyn's harem-building

(-10% to the chance of success where he's sent)

-Castlevania - 4

-The Desert - 1

-Casino City - 3

-The Jungle - 3

-The Ship - 3

-He goes after the bad guys instead - 6

(70% chance of success, rolled for each character)

13) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested; a lot of "eating" will take place, though) - 13

14) Shere Khan's further villainy (introduction of Gary the Rat) - 0

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

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

16) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage - 15

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

17) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab & The Slave Factory - 15

Author Notes

Hello again, and welcome back. I may need a bit to get back into the swing of things, but hopefully I've had enough of a rest, so I should be able to hop in and mix it up without too much trouble.

Another two-way tie awaits us, between the Biker Mice at the Last Stop, and some fun on the Hellstation. Given some extra time (thanks to gryfalcon's promptness in tallying up the votes, and even before I asked him to do it, too - the fellah's amazing!), hopefully I can do both, and more-or-less satisfy everyone. Ah, but we shall see.

As a side note, I'm still fiddling with a Samus Aran/Ridley story, though I'm very close to being finished. Since it's a side bit of fun, rather than a commission, I've been even slower to complete it than normal, but all the same, I do hope to share it with y'all in the near future.

Also, a few image files for the fun of it:

https://badgengar.tumblr.com/post/120116722296/original-by-lonbluewolf-me-thinks-the-lady- a pregnant Freya Crescent

http://jagoth.deviantart.com/art/Ribbons-don-t-block-all-status-effects-605083212- another pregnant Freya Crescent

https://e621.net/post/show/1245898/2017-anthro-breasts-burmecian-claws-clothed-clothi- Freya got back

http://ecmajor.tumblr.com/post/155006846310/sketched-a-bunch-o-junk-tonight-mrs-pteranodon- Freya bent, down a bit

http://stoicfive.tumblr.com/post/157078994519/swf-can-be-found-on-fa-hq-mp4s-here- Freya sex animations

http://stoicfive.tumblr.com/post/141195914254/im-looking-forward-to-the-ff9-rehash-hd-remake- Freya Crescent sketches

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21383943/ - Freya bust

http://eosdankcorner.tumblr.com/post/154077754718/freya-crescent-if-you-enjoy-my-work-and-would- Freya Crescent sex

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21649938/ - Freya masturbating

http://fuchs4chan.tumblr.com/post/155716481795/burmecian-girl-stop-eating-the-decor-1788- Freya eating grapes

http://fuchs4chan.tumblr.com/image/154508276290 - Freya lance bondage

http://stoicfive.tumblr.com/post/157078994519/swf-can-be-found-on-fa-hq-mp4s-here- Freya oral animations

https://e621.net/post/show/738248/black_and_white-breasts-burmecian-claws-cowgirl_po- Freya riding

https://www.weasyl.com/~zilleniose/submissions/673386/freya- clean bust shot

https://www.weasyl.com/~szira/submissions/1423338/harem-girls- Renamon, Krystal, Coco Bandicoot, Freya, Blaze

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3059596/ - flash animation Freya butt

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18978964/ - Freya Crescent pose

And a few (non-Colleen) collie pics, to help with picturing Lassie:

https://e621.net/post/show/270258/anthro-bdever-border_collie-breasts-broken_leg-can

https://e621.net/post/show/44330/2008-anthro-border_collie-breasts-canine-cloud-col

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/24392373/

How Red and Weez Weezel know each other:

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=725932 - Weez mounting Red

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=663599 - Red and Weez Weasel sex

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=629625 - Red and Weez, more sex

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=579352 - orgy in Hell, Red presiding

Finally, here's the skinny on "the boys":

Modo (http://bikermice.wikia.com/wiki/Modo)

Throttle (http://bikermice.wikia.com/wiki/Throttle)

Vinnie (http://bikermice.wikia.com/wiki/Vinnie)

Also: Biker Mice banging an elephant -https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=977618

UFC Entry 58

Why had she signed? Crying out loudly in the darkness as her tailhole was penetrated by yet another of the thick, spiny black tentacles, her voice almost immediately muffled by another of the tentacles forcing its way into her slender, triangular muzzle, Freya felt her heart sink in despair. The weasel had been so charming, so convincing, and she'd believed him when he'd said he'd find Fratley for her. When he'd offered her a contract, she'd signed it almost without any hesitation, despite the misgivings of her friend and companion, Lassie. And the sex...the sex had been wild! Weez really knew how to make a girl swoon!

Then had come the reckoning, far sooner than she'd thought possible. Laughing, Weez had pointed out the wording on the contract, wording that Freya hadn't bothered to read too closely, being so focused on her quest, and knowing that the Last Stop was the place to buy whatever you needed, that she hadn't considered that there might be treachery involved. Treachery indeed!

"Hmm," the sly silver-and-grey weasel had said while dramatically perusing the document Freya had just signed in his nasal, wheedling voice. "The party of the first part - that's you - hereby agrees to render her soul to the party of the second part - that's this fine establishment - for assistance in the location of one Sir 'Iron-Tail' Fratley, a Burmecian nezumi last seen in the vicinity of Casino City on War World. The transfer of collateral - that's your soul, toots - will take place immediately, while the assistance will be rendered at the earliest convenience of the agent in possession of the contract." Weez read, with occasional commentary, taking his time and obviously enjoying himself. After all, there was plenty to enjoy, as Freya and Lassie dangled only a short distance away in the darkened back room, suspended by their wrists from the ceiling with sturdy chains that clinked with every movement of the helpless women, spreader bars holding their ankles far apart, laying all their secret treasures bare...treasures that Weez had already explored many, many times before that moment, though this did little to reduce the feeling of helplessness they both experienced. Freya and Lassie were strong, proud, confident women, one a warrior, the other a defender and experienced ranger. To be left so completely at the mercy of another was as humiliating as it was...exciting.

"Ya know," Weez suddenly continued, breaking into Freya's internal monologue, while doing her best to ignore the almost puppyish whimpers of her collie friend as she squirmed in her bonds nearby, "I don't see anything on here about a time when I'm supposed to get looking for this Fratley guy." He made a show of putting on a pair of reading glasses (drawn from who-knows-where) to peruse the contract once more. "Nope, not on here. 'At the earliest convenience' is what it says." Putting the reading glasses back where they'd come from, Weez gave the pair a shrug. "Normally, I'd just give you whatcha want, dolly, and that'd be the end of it...especially after I've knocked you up and all," he added, gently caressing Freya's flat, tightly-muscled tummy. "Also normally, your friend here wasn't on any documentation, and didn't want a contract anyway, so I'd let her go about her business...after we'd concluded ours, that is," he mentioned with a wicked, sharp-toothed smile. "But here's the deal: Jabba's Palace and the Barn just went bankrupt. Until recently, those two spots were the place to buy and sell slaves, to fund...well, you don't need to bother your pretty heads about that. Now that the Dark Queen and Jabba are out of commission, though, business is shifting. The Mouse Trap's got a lot of the market already cornered, 'cause my boss was all busy on this other thing, some big deal about a space station or whatever. Lucky for our bottom line, though, he brought on this new guy, N'astirh, as underboss, and he's got all sorts of ideas for breaking in slaves for sale. Yeah," Weez sneered at the widening of the two womens' eyes, "you heard me right: slaves. Once I put you both through the wringer, you're goin' on the auction block...probably around the same time we sell off that hottie with the sweet pipes, Gizzie, Gazzie, or whatever her name is, and her beefcake backup dancers. There's a whole room fulla dogs like you, Lassie, so you'll feel right at home. We pretty much already own your friend, Freya, and I don't want any trouble from you just 'cause I sold off your friend's contract to the highest bidder, so you both get N'astirh's special treatment for slaves in need of...attitude adjustment."

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/N%27astirh]

The lights in the room began to dim even further, and yet somehow, Freya and Lassie could see in that darkness, as though the darkness itself were the only source of strange light. And in that darkness..._things_were moving. Weez smirked as horror finally filled the faces of his prisoners, and got to his feet, taking his time as he pulled on his zoot suit once more, covering up the cute butt that both women had found so irresistible, to say nothing of his surprising sizable genitals (Weez, as it turned out, was a serious "grower"). As he opened the door to the back room, the only source of true light streaming in through the doorway, he glanced back at the helpless, doomed pair with a final smirk.

"I'll be back in about an hour, maybe two," he said with a final wicked sneer. "But in this little pocket dimension, it'll seem like months for you. We'll see how feisty you both still are after you've 'fed the beast' for eight or nine months of subjective time."

Then the door closed, shutting off all light...and the tentacles reached out. There was, of course, no escape.

Somewhere behind her in the darkness, Freya heard Lassie yelping like a puppy, just like she had the last thousand times one or two of those thick, barbed tentacles were squeezed into her tailhole. Yelps that were cut off quite abruptly as more of them filled her pretty muzzle. In this strange place, every time was like the first, and even the most grievous injuries healed almost instantly. If anything, Freya was sure she was _tighter_than she'd been before being tentacle-banged.

Another orgasm shuddering through her body, Freya did her best to try and look over the almost obscene bulge of her belly, where the baby that wicked weasel had popped into her was almost ready to be born. The advance of her pregnancy was the only measure of time in that place, and as Freya felt her term coming to an end, she knew that Weez would soon be back. At least she'd had her advancing baby basket to focus on over the endless time she'd spent in this dark limbo; that, and her determination to find her lover, Fratley, no matter what the cost. Lassie...not so much, and Freya was deeply concerned about her friend's mental state. Nine months of near-constant forced orgasms couldn't possibly be healthy.

There! The rectangle of light! Weez had returned!

Her whole body going limp as the tentacles withdrew back into the darkness, Freya heard the loud, heavy panting of the rough collie behind her, and the loud dripping of demonic semen splashing on the hardwood floor...at least, it was hardwood now, changed from whatever it had been just a short while ago, something that felt like old gelatin. Freya was too spent to lift her head on her own, but Weez helped her, lifting her chin as he smiled at her. A smile that was almost tender.

"I'm really sorry about this, sweet stuff," he said, and Freya actually believed that he meant it, at least a little, "but it's time for you to go up on the auction block." His eyes shifted upward, to where Lassie was dangling, as limp and spent as her nezumi friend, and he smirked cruelly. "Lassie there's just lucky N'astirh neutered that rape elemental before putting it in here, or she'd have been giving birth pretty much constantly: rape elemental babies pop out pretty fast. But a celebrity like her'll sell for a bundle, especially after the treatment you've both been through. Now c'mon," he finished, snapping his fingers, the chains suddenly going slack as they lowered the well-used (and yet somehow tighter than ever) women to the floor, where they soon sank to their knees, unable to stand under their own power. "Once you rest up a bit, I'm taking you both up to the main office. Shame, really: I was looking forward to keeping you around, Freya, but," the lean grey weasel shrugged, "them's the breaks, I guess."

"Yeah!" yelled Vinnie, shaking his tail in time to the fast-paced beat coming from the stage and the surround sound system as he held up his rock horns. "Rock out with your cock out!"

This, actually, was exactly what the white-furred Biker Mouse was doing right then, taking full advantage of the fact that the mosh pit in front of the stage required its participants to get naked before they could step inside. The practice had apparently started as a way to ensure that no weapons got smuggled down into the pit, but it soon became a place for the wilder dancers to hook up with like-minded people while enjoying the music on stage. Sometimes, if the performers were doing an especially good job, the mosh pit could turn into an orgy pit instead.

[http://www.sofurry.com/view/500203

https://www.sofurry.com/view/380608

http://www.sofurry.com/view/862049

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3924667/]

"You gotta hand it to Vinnie," chuckled Modo, lounging back in the wide booth set well away from the flashing lights and noise of the casino, and instead set very close to the flashing lights and noise of the stage. "He really knows how to get attention."

"Attention whore, you mean," Throttle corrected with a smirk of his own, adjusting his green-tinted glasses. "All he's got on are his emptied bandoliers and his boots, and I've already seen six females and seven males slip their contact information into 'em."

"Hey, it's like you've said plenty of times before, Throttle," Modo reminded his bro. "In this wild and wooly universe..."

"There are three things you can count on," Throttle continued, nodding. "Your brains, your bros, and your bike."

"You know it. Sweet buns like Vinnie's'll reel in some fun pretty quick, and you know he's not the sort to get greedy."

"Sure," Throttle agreed with his dark-furred friend. "Except we're not here just for some quick fling. We're here to pick up some more permanent companionship. Preferably somebody who knows how to fix a bike. Fun's fun, but this is business."

To someone who didn't understand the culture of the Martian Mice, Throttle's words might have sounded callous, even cruel. For the Mice of Mars, however, slavery wasn't as it was on other planets. More appropriately termed "indentured servitude," it was fairly common on a world that, until quite recently (for which it had the Biker Mice to thank), had such a low birthrate and very little cash, for debts to be settled by "payment in kind." Namely, by selling oneself into slavery until a debt was paid off. For the Martians, there wasn't any stigma attached to this sort of slavery, and in fact it carried a heavily familiar connotation, with slaves coming under the direct protection of their masters, and often being regarded as family, bonds that lingered even after the period of slavery ended. Even the loyalty that the Biker Mice had toward each other was regarded as a sort of mutual enslavement, with each member of their trio being essentially owner and slave of their bros at the same time. For Throttle to be so casual about buying a slave simply meant that he regarded it as the quickest and easiest way to fit into the place where he and his bros were now residing, at least for the time being.

"Good thing the merc work around here's so good," Modo agreed with his friend, using his flesh-and-blood hand to pat the other Mouse's shoulder. "Otherwise there's no way we'd be able to afford some of the tail on offer in this place. Kinda weird how hard it was to get anybody to fess up that they were selling slaves, though. You'd think people would want to advertise that kind of thing."

Grunting as he shrugged slightly, Throttle leaned back in his side of the booth, stretching out his arms, letting his black vest fall open, revealing his smooth, chiseled body. Throttle wasn't the sort of guy to go whoring around, not like Vinnie, and he'd only ever had real relationships with his bros and with Carbine. Carbine, though, was back on Mars, and even the ever-stoic Throttle had to admit, it could get pretty lonely when it was just a sausage party all the time. Fun, yes, but...well...Throttle was the omnivorous type, so to speak.

[65% chance of success, rolled 6 times - rolled 58 - success #1 of 6!]

Thoughts like these running through his mind, Throttle briefly turned his attention away from the _very_pleasant sight of smooth white mousey butt wiggling in time to the beat from that hot singer's band - Gazelle, he remembered she was named, and if her cute, skinny bod hadn't got Throttle attention, her hunky tiger dancers would have - and let his eyes play across the shadowy parts of the room. Frowning, he reached over to pat his friend on the shoulder, then pointed.

"Huh," Modo quipped, the eyebrow over his eyepatch rising. "Looks like somebody's already got the slave dealing started. Weird to have somebody that pregnant as a slave for sale, though."

"Times are tough all over," Throttle muttered, rising to his feet. "I want that grey ratgirl, Modo. You stay here and keep the home fires burning for when Vinnie comes back. Me, I'm gonna go cut a deal."

Modo didn't object. While he knew that the "ratgirl" Throttle was talking about was actually a nezumi, a member of an energetic and friendly, but also fairly spiritual race, who didn't allow themselves to be sold as slaves, obviously he was seeing an exception to the rule. Not that he minded in the least: if anything, her extremely distended belly on an otherwise lean, exquisitely toned body, with especially well-developed leg muscles made her look even more gorgeous, at least in Modo's view. After all, to a Martian Mouse, with their traditionally low birth rates (until quite recently, that is), a pregnant woman was one of the most beautiful things in the galaxy. The rough collie trailing at the rear of the little group was pretty cute herself; maybe Throttle could work out a two-for-one deal...or three-for-one, as the case may be.

Humiliation. Lassie was used to walking around in next to nothing, of course, with Daisy Dukes shirt and torn jeans shorts about the extent of what she bothered to wear out on the farm - Stetson included, of course - but somehow, being led along, naked save for the collar around her neck, the muzzle over her mouth, and the hat on her head, while wearing a leash like some common pet...it was just too much! If she hadn't been walking right next to Freya, and Freya wasn't sporting a belly so big, she looked like she was ready to pop at any moment, then Lassie might have done something more drastic to deal with the filthy weasel holding the other end of her leash - if anything, instead of gentling her up, that tentacle beast had just made Lassie even more feisty! But Freya was there, and Lassie wouldn't dare to do anything that might endanger a child...or children, depending on how many were in the litter Freya was presently expecting.

At least, that was what Lassie told herself at first. Though she continually tugged against the leash, and had to be dragged along at times, all the same...Weez was weaker than her, wasn't he? If she'd put her mind to it, couldn't she have jerked the leash right out of his hand, then run off, choosing a place for her battle where Freya wouldn't be involved? Maybe...maybe. Despite her inner determination, Lassie started to realize that perhaps she wasn't as unchanged as she'd thought. All the same, she still felt she might be able to salvage something out of this mess...if only she didn't keep fantasizing about everybody she saw...including her best friend Freya, and that filthy, disgustingly sexy weasel that got her into this mess! And if only her body didn't ache so where that nasty tentacle thing had filled her up. Not the sort of ache that came from too rough treatment, mind, but rather the sort of ache that came from wanting to get rough treatment, a feeling of almost painful emptiness.

"These for sale?"

Huh? Who'd said...oh dear. Lassie saw the speaker, a tall, handsome rodent with green-tinted shades and burnt-orange fur, and despite herself, her eyes dropped to the sizable bulge in the front of his jeans. If she hadn't sensed that Freya was looking at the same place, Lassie could have died from embarrassment!

[65% chance of success - rolled 7 - success #2 of 6!]

All it took was a glance for Throttle to see what was on offer here. The ratgirl looked tired, but with breasts and belly as swollen as hers, that was hardly a surprise. Actually, the tired look just made her appear vulnerable, desirable, awakening at the same time Throttle's very masculine instincts to protect...and to dominate. As for her companion, the rough collie, she was doing her best to stand up straight and tall, despite only having a hat for clothes, and having her muzzle stuck in, well, a muzzle - but with breasts and body like hers, the collie didn't have any reason to be ashamed of standing tall! When Throttle drew near, she fixed him with her brown eyes, then curled her lip in a threatening snarl. Actually, she might have pulled off the look of defiant resistance, if only the fur of her inner thighs wasn't matted down with moisture, and her tail didn't keep hiking as high as she was trying to hold her head. With her fluffy flag flying, the snarl didn't come off as scary at all; instead, it was cute, giving the impression of a puppy that needed her bottom paddled, to properly remind her of her place. Sure, she'd put up a fight, but Throttle knew right away that this was a hot babe that wanted to be dominated...even if she didn't realize it herself.

Actually, the one holding the other end of the leash wasn't all that bad-looking either, Throttle admitted. Kind of wicked good looks, but good looks all the same. And, it was true, there was something about bad boys. Yeah, Vinnie would be pretty easy for this wiry weasel to bend over: Throttle's white-furred friend had as much of a weakness for bad boys as he did for good girls. Right away, Throttle knew that the weasel was looking him over the same way Throttle was looking the weasel over, except in a more predatory sort of way. Obviously, this wicked character was picturing what Throttle would look like naked and on a leash, just like the two women he was leading. Or perhaps in other, more intimate positions. Fortunately for the weasel, Throttle wasn't the sort of guy to take offense at that kind of a look. If anything, he took it as a compliment, though unlike Vinnie, he wasn't inclined to let himself be outright owned like that. Throttle was just too independent a spirit to be a slave, even if he was willing to own a few.

"Yeah," the weasel finally answered, transferring both leashes to one hand while sticking out the other; knowing that he risked having it nipped off, Throttle nevertheless bravely shook hands. "Yeah, these two're really fresh stock, just came into the house's possession a couple hours ago, for debts unpaid. I was just on my way to put the pair with the rest of the stock, but considering the state of one of my offerings," he glanced back at Freya, who blushed, lowering her eyes, "selling 'em off right now's probably the best thing. We'll just call it...um...a 'surprise inside,'" he concluded, grinning wickedly, showing off his many triangular teeth, like those of an especially smooth-talking shark.

True to his normal form, Throttle didn't bat an eye behind his shades as the weasel - who went by the innovative name Weez Weezel, apparently - handed him a datapad with all the relevant information, including price. While Throttle wouldn't have cared, coming from a completely different culture, Weez knew it was typically best to keep a slave's cost unknown to the slave, to prevent them getting ideas about their relative worth, and how much they might get away with. Fortunately for his ideas, Throttle was the taciturn sort, and it was hardly difficult for the pair to haggle in total silence, using the datapad to wrangle out a price for both of the she-slaves, a package deal with some additional risk - namely, Freya's oncoming litter.

"Got any males?" Throttle casually asked as, mere minutes later, demonstrating the efficiency of haggling in the post-information age, Weez passed over the leashes of Throttle's purchases.

"Mmm," Weez frowned, obviously thinking, before he finally nodded, though a little hesitantly. "Yeah, a few. But they're not...see, the boss is kinda...huh," he stopped talking and scratched his head. "You know what? Just come by the office a little later, and I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks," Throttle answered with a light smile, mostly to reassure the cute weasel, who was obviously actually being honest right then, a rarity among salespersons anywhere.

He _bought_them! Fuming inside, Lassie wished she had her mouth free, just so she could sear that Mouse's ears with all the cuss words she'd ever heard, but had never dreamed of using until that moment, good girl as she always tried to be. Bought and sold like...like livestock! She wasn't some cow at market! She...she was...

She was so horny right then, she couldn't walk straight!

Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, Lassie wished she could blot out the smell of the gorgeous male that now held the other end of her leash the same way she'd blotted out the sight of his flawless buns. Lassie guessed that she just liked butts, like most canids, and though she might try not to be too discriminatory, she found that her really close friends, like Freya, tended to have really cute ones, toned and shapely. For Freya, of course, a cute butt made sense, since she could jump like nobody's business. The Mouse holding her leash had to do something pretty serious to get a rump like his, besides whatever workout he did to get the body he was so shamelessly sporting.

Another scent? Wait...there were two of them, two new scents...what was going on? Reluctantly, Lassie opened her eyes, which almost immediately widened as she saw that she was standing in front of a wide, semicircular booth with plush red cushions (but then, almost everything in the Last Stop had red as part of its décor), two more of the gorgeous Mice seated within...and one of them was stark naked!

"Glad you're back, Throttle," declared the white-furred Mouse, seemingly completely unconcerned that he was sporting a more-than-adequate halfmast. "Who's your new friends?"

"Our new friends, Vinnie," Throttle gently corrected the other Mouse, tugging Freya and Lassie forward, until they were standing one on either side of him. "We needed locals to help us out, and these two just walked right by. The rat's named Freya, and the dog's Lassie."

"Lassie?" Vinnie exclaimed, blinking several times before a wide, eager grin spread on his face. "You mean, like, the Lassie? 'Timmy fell down the well' Lassie?"

"Uh," Throttle seemed taken aback, having spent more time watching cartoons as a kid, and less on live action, before he lifted the datapad Weez had given him with all the relevant specs on his new purchases, complete with a money back warranty. "Yeah, looks like it. Guess that explains why she was a little bit pricey." He glanced at Freya, then shrugged, reaching over to gently caress her round, swollen tummy. "Freya here wasn't cheap, either. Something about saving her homeworld, a local celebrity. I talked her price down a good bit because of the litter on the way: that's always an added expense, after all."

"Money well spent," Modo heartily endorsed, reaching out to add his own hand next to Throttle's, slowly and very gently stroking Freya's belly. "Don't worry, ma'am: we'll make sure your litter gets treated right. Back home, nobody's sell a pregnant woman, but I guess things are different out here in the sticks."

"Why don't they say anything?" Vinnie asked, looking over the two women with that same open, almost innocent expression that could make all but the most wicked hearts melt. "I mean, I can see why Lassie's not saying anything, but Freya's not muzzled. Is she shy or something?"

While Vinnie got to his feet, not seeming to notice how this made both women's eyes go immediately to his smooth white penis, their faces going a little glassy, as though entranced, and walked toward Lassie, Throttle and Modo looked at Freya curiously.

"He's right, you know," Modo admitted. "Normally a newbought slave would wanna share her story, explain how she ended up needing to work off her time. I mean, we're gonna be spending a lot of time together, after all, and we just picked up your tab, so to speak. While I understand that you're probably embarrassed by the whole situation, I promise, we're not going to judge you harshly. Trust me, we've been in some tight spots ourselves." At the mention of 'tight spots,' Modo grinned at Vinnie's taut white buns with his one good eye.

"I sold my soul to find my lover," Freya suddenly said, letting the words come out in a gush. "I was looking for Fratley, ever since he started wandering after losing his memory, but everywhere I've gone, he's always been one step ahead of me, always just out of reach. I was desperate, and didn't have anywhere else to go. Then I heard about a place where you could buy anything, but the price for the help was so high...so high."

"That no-good Weez cheated Freya!" Lassie snapped the moment Vinnie had her muzzle off. "He cheated her, and he shanghaied me! That sidewinding, rotten, unspeakable..."

Vinnie's eyes widened as Lassie started to wax eloquent, and even Throttle couldn't hold back a blush - the collie had a talent for colorful language when the need struck her! All the same, Throttle felt the need to put a cork on it, taking the muzzle from Vinnie's hands, and quietly but firmly slipping it right back into place, despite all of Lassie's protests.

"All right," the tan-furred Mouse began. "Looks like you're both in quite a fix. Lucky for you, you're ours now, and we'll take care of you. So I guess the first thing we need to decide is how we're going to take care of you."

Freya and Lassie traded a worried look as the three Mice turned their backs on them (though the view, admittedly, was anything but unpleasant) to huddle together. They both knew that their fates were being decided, and there was little they could do to influence that final decision.

[65% chance of success - rolled 48 - success #3 of 6!]

With the sudden rise in business, thanks to the loss of two casinos, there was a proportionate jump in demand for employees. As it just so happened, however, that demand was far more economically met than would have been expected from more conventional businesses. For Red and his minion N'astirh, slaves were a great deal easier to acquire, and just as easy to motivate as any paid employee. As poor Isabelle was finding out the _very_hard way.

Actually, Isabelle's job wasn't really all that different from what she did normally, managing the income and outgo of various organizations, and ensuring that they ran smoothly. There was a slight twist in her present assignment, however: beneath the yellow-furred dog girl's plush tushie was a Sybian, and to either side of the Sybian were solidly-constructed straps, which held her quite firmly in place, preventing Isabelle from doing anything to escape her present position. She wasn't even allowed to leave to go to the little girl's room, as the red collar around her neck had been given an additional enchantment to ensure she didn't need such minor mortal concerns - her only purpose now was to work...and to suffer pleasure.

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sybian]

Every so often, the cylindrical wedge squeezed into Isabelle's tender cunny would switch its function from vibrating to rotating, distracting her, keeping her from ever really getting used to the motions of the Sybian, keeping them from getting to be something she could ignore. Also every so often, a small and well-lubircated plug would thrust up from the rear of the saddle-shaped seat, penetrating Isabelle's tailhole, ensuring that she stayed constantly alert.

All the same, Isabelle might have been able to lose herself in the minutiae of the stream of paperwork that kept the Last Chance casino running...except that she wasn't alone. She wasn't thinking of the sleek, gorgeous brutes of Doberman Pinschers who'd brought her there, Roscoe and Desoto, after sharing her between them for hours. After being made into the very creamy filling of a Doberman sandwich, there wasn't a whole lot Isabelle could do to resist being made into a slave secretary, but now those two kept busy with their jobs, so they weren't such a problem. Neither were Buster, or Leroy, or any of the other paid employees that came through the front office, since they were all kept working most of the time, and when they weren't, they were busy with the prisoners in the back room. No, what Isabelle found most distracting were the noises her fellow office slaves kept making as they each dealt with their own Sybians!

[http://spd.wikia.com/wiki/Melissa_Morgan

http://hero.wikia.com/wiki/Sweet_Polly_Purebred

http://spd.wikia.com/wiki/Shima_Luan

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

While the purple bird and the pink kitty weren't so bad, obviously smart girls with strong wills and great self-control, the two flesh-toned dogs were as sensitive as humans...and they didn't have any tails, either, meaning that every time they bent forward, jerking with yet another orgasm, try as she might, Isabelle couldn't resist looking over, and seeing everything. The red-haired dog lady with the long, shapely legs might have held her own, even with as thin fur as she had, but the shorter one with the platinum blonde hair was a screamer. With that noisy bitch in the mix, none of the other office girls, Isabelle included, could seem to hold back her own individual cries of forced pleasure. And every time one of them cried out, it just made the pleasure seem all the more intense!

Suddenly, a welcome break in the ever-rising pheromone count of the room occurred, as the door from the outer office suddenly burst open, and a tall, imposing, and yet _very_well-endowed woman with a white porcelain fox mask on her face, and nine large fox tails flowing behind came wafting into the middle office like a thunderhead. Behind her in the front office, still talking to the she-devil, Belladonna, were a fox and a bear in shabby, baggy clothes and straw hats, and a large, lean wolf who said nothing, but radiated a terrifying menace.

[http://donbluth.wikia.com/wiki/Belladonna]

"You can't go back there if you don't have an...ooh!" the lilac-furred whippet snarled in frustration, throwing up her hands and obviously very unhappy at having her authority ignored - Belladonna did not like being thwarted, ever, and Isabelle knew perfectly well that if the foxy lady wasn't made to pay for it, then she and her fellow secretaries would be getting some rough treatment in the very near future. There was very little that cheered the devil bitch up more than watching some innocents suffer. And if that suffering involved sex, all the better.

After the doors to the inner office, where N'astirh himself was holding court, closed, it was only a very short time indeed before Isabelle's fears were confirmed, for instead of the foxwoman being expelled, and thus left to the tender mercies of Belladonna, it was Weez Weezel who was expelled - quite literally tossed out by Roscoe and Desoto, the demon boss' present bodyguards - and not too long after him, a hulking Baron of Hell, goat-legged and easily half again as tall as a sizable human being also emerged, gripping the shortened leashes of two of the hapless captives kept in the very rear room of the inner office, where they awaited processing into proper, trained slaves. Isabelle recognized the pair, an Irish setter and an Afghan hound, both beautiful in their own ways, slender, and good singers. Actually, their singing ability was probably why they were out there, sporting red collars, rather than still back in the holding cells: N'astirh had been intending to train them personally, breaking them to his will, with the ultimate goal of using them as opening and side numbers for the casino downstairs. Replacements for the Chipettes after their forcible retirement - Red simply hadn't been able to resist the amount of money they'd bring when sold as slaves. Rushed with the arrival of the foxwoman, N'astirh had left off finishing the two dogs' conditioning, and simply had his intimidating assistant put them straight to work, likely using dire threats to motivate them rather than the long-term, subtler methods N'astirh typically preferred.

As Weez and the Baron left the office, the girls Sasha La Fleur and Rita in tow, Isabelle looked to where Belladonna was still arguing with the mouthy fox. Inadvertently, she caught the lilac whippet's gaze, and hastily looked away. Of course it was too late: she was doomed to some especially creative torments, of that she was absolutely certain. Ah well...at least it meant her fellow office workers might avoid the worst of it themselves.

"Throttle, buddy, pal, bro," Vinnie wheedled at the leader of the trio. "You're a great guy, a real knockout in bed, and twice as much in a fight. You've got vision, you've got audacity, and you've got style. But you're such a sucker for a pretty face."

"Back atcha, Vinnie," Throttle returned with a light smirk, to which Vinnie raised his hands, looking upward helplessly.

"You've got me there."

When it was revealed that neither Freya nor Lassie were locals, of course, the Biker Mice had been more than a little downcast. Locals would have known a lot of information that unfortunate visitors, like the two slaves presently in the Biker Mice's possession, simply didn't. Things like, for instance, where exactly to find the office of the Last Chance.

"Asking for directions right now doesn't seem like such a great idea," Modo suddenly chimed in, his one eye narrowing as he looked around the room. "There's a lot more security than there was just a few minutes ago, and a lot fewer customers. Something's going on."

"Looks like you could use a little help," came a sweet voice, almost sickeningly sweet, sounding as young as a little girl's, but with all the feminine wisdom of an experienced temptress. Turning as one, the five looked at a beautiful ewe with smooth, pink skin, obviously freshly sheared, and possibly waxed as well. Her figure was almost impossible, a flat-bellied hourglass shape with sizable breasts that looked almost too large to be quite real...except they jiggled like the real thing with each movement. A pair of tiny red horns protruded from her brow, one above each long, slightly floppy ear, and her yellow eyes had a strangely predatory air about them. She was naked, unashamedly so, and carried herself as though she were a queen, full of all the confidence that comes with being a creature in her element.

[http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1483006/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16720214/]

"Obviously you're not from around here," the ewe continued, not seeming to notice, or care about, the gape-mouthed stares she was getting. "Mercenaries, I'd guess, fresh into town to blow your loads, with a pair of fresh slaves to top off your fun. Too bad the slaves you picked are from out of town too, or they'd know that this place is just about to get a little messy."

"What's going on?" asked Throttle, the first to recover his self-possession.

"Some important person just breezed in," the pink-skinned ewe explained. "Word is, she was in charge of some important operation, breeding special slaves or something like that, but it all went...south." The way she said 'south,' and the suggestive glance of her bedroom eyes downward were enough to make every one of the five in her audience shift uncomfortably, feeling a strange arousal that just grew more pronounced with every passing moment. "So now the place is going to get locked down like a fortress, but quietly, so as not to scare off too many of the guests, because the boss upstairs is expecting that whoever it is that wiped out that operation is going to end up coming here in the all-too-soon future."

Smoothly sliding onto the table of the booth, slowly and deliberately crossing her legs, then resting her hands on her knees, the ewe gave the Mice and their two slaves a smile smoldering enough to set off the sprinkler system if it ever got out of control.

"If you're not out of here pretty soon," she continued, so very casually arching her back, "I think the local goon squad is pretty likely to bring you upstairs for...questioning. If you're smart, you'll be gone well before that happens. Just a piece of advice, gratis."

"We appreciate it," Throttle said, his mouth set in a grim line, an expression his bros soon shared, "but as we were just about to explain to our new...friends," he tilted his shades forward slightly, letting his eyes lock with the ewe's, "what if we don't _want_to leave?"

"Then you're going to need some help, all right," the ewe giggled, then extended a hand, arched downward, as though she were expecting Throttle to kiss it. "I'm Mary. Mary Magdalene. And I like_dangerous strangers like yourselves. So very different from all the sheep that normally come my way. So much more _interesting." Each of her words was like a lover's caress, soft and subtle, and even Throttle was finding it hard to concentrate. Then, suddenly, the pressure seemed to relent, at least a little (though the very natural pressure stemming from such a beautiful woman being there, naked, and in such close proximity declined not one bit).

[65% chance of success - rolled 22 - success #4 of 6!]

"I feel like helping you," Mary said finally, standing up on the table, and then stepping daintily down into the gap between Modo's legs, allowing her to look down at the biggest of the three Mice. "I'll make you a deal: I help you out, show you the sights in this town, and do my best to keep you out of...well, the sort of trouble that isn't much fun, and in return..."

"What?" asked Modo, now the man on the spot, sweat on his forehead as he looked up at Mary, doing his level best (and at least partially succeeding) to keep his eye on her face, and not elsewhere.

"I want you," Mary answered, kneeling slowly, running her black-gloved hand down Modo's mostly-naked chest. "All three of you...and maybe your...friends as well." She looked over her shoulder at Lassie, and winked, making the collie's inner ears flush and immediately turn down in a doggy blush. "Laying my cards out on the table, my motivation is pleasure. And something tells me, if I go along with you, I'll be getting a lot of it, maybe even more than I can handle." Her smile was wide, her teeth surprisingly sharp for a sheep. "Let me tell you, that's not something I've experienced in such a long time."

Modo looked at his bros, then looked back at Mary's face.

"Deal," he said, then smirked, "now, uh...mind getting off my lap? If what you've said is true, it looks like I've gotta get to work."

"If you make any sounds that aren't singing when I take off the muzzles," the hulking Baron of Hell said, his voice like the rumble of a battleship's main cannon, "you won't like what happens."

Rita and Sasha were standing at the end of the hallway that made the juncture between the dressing rooms, the stage, the stairs up to the main offices, and the floor of the casino itself. That last passage, of course, was both locked and guarded, to keep out the riff-raff. With hulking pig cops, recruited from the leftovers that used to work at the Barn, standing on duty, there weren't a whole lot of people dumb enough to try and break in the old-fashioned way, either. The two slim dog girls had their wrists bound behind their backs, muzzles keeping their mouths shut tight, and keeping them mostly quiet, except for the occasional defiant growl or muffled protest. Their ruddy and golden furs, respectively, were mostly naked, save for a pair of pasties, red for Rita, gold for Sasha, covering their nipples, and thongs of the same color to almost cover their nethers. Almost.

Having made his statement of intent, the Baron reached down, and unlatched the girls' muzzles. Snorting softly, he tossed them contemptuously aside, as though disdaining such weak methods for enforcing control of a slave. Instead, he gripped the hip of each girl, and turned them to face the stage.

"See that?" he said, somehow, through some dark miracle, keeping his voice from being loud enough to carry out to where Gazelle was finally finishing up her act for the day. "That's where you're going to work. You can sing together, or each on her own, I don't care. But Gazelle's number is up, and until we get a replacement act, or Shere Khan gets tired of her, you're taking her place."

[https://www.weasyl.com/~whinges/submissions/1225661/gazelle-and-tigers]

The two dog girls traded startled glances at this revelation, and then looked urgently toward the stage, where the curtain had just fallen. They could see more of the pig cops all around, mostly hidden in the shadows, visible to them because they were in shadow themselves, but not to Gazelle or her tigers, their eyes still dazzled from the bright lights of the stage. Pig cops, and quick, light jackalmen, and also several of the khazra, the goatmen raiders of the desert outside Casino City, and all the wild places of War World besides.

"Look out!" Rita immediately yelled out at the top of her lungs, not caring for one moment what the consequences might be.

"It's a-" Sasha started to join in, before both she and the Afghan hound yelped loudly, the Baron's massive hands seizing them both by the scruffs of their necks as though they were mere puppies.

"That," the Baron of Hell said with a snort of contempt, "was a test N'astirh arranged, to see if you'd do what you were told. You failed, and it didn't matter anyway: this part was already decided."

[65% chance of success - rolled 72 - failure #1]

There were several soft _hiss-clicks_from the dart guns the pig cops were carrying, and just as the four tigers surrounding Gazelle were rising up, using their bodies to shield her, bright-feathered darts suddenly appeared on their nearly-naked bodies. For a moment, each of the four stood, then wavered, and finally collapsed, paralyzed by the toxins in the darts. Gazelle herself screamed, but only once, before her cries were muffled by a pig cop's oversized hand.

Then the khazra were all over the place. The red-eyed goatmen drooled as they peeled off the tight-fitting speedos the tigers were wearing, many going so far as to squeeze the solid stripy bottoms of the still-conscious but utterly helpless males, or fondle a plump, white-furred sheath. Despite the obvious temptation, however, the goatmen didn't go any further than that, but instead quickly tied the tigers to poles, lifting them like trussed deer onto their shoulders. Gazelle herself, not naked (the temptation was simply too great), but bound with her wrists behind her back and her ankles together, a fat ball gag now forced into her muzzle, squirmed on the broad shoulder of the pig cop who'd seized her, helpless now to do anything as she was carried, along with her dancers, up the stairs toward the office. Toward their doom.

As for Sasha and Rita, their intended fate soon became apparent, as the Baron marched out onto the stage, and set them firmly down on their knees. Though he soon turned and left, the jackalmen, still all around, didn't close in. At least, not right away. They were waiting for a pair of far more dominant predators to take their share of the prey, predators that soon emerged from the shadows.

"Roscoe!" Rita gasped, turning first to the red-collared Doberman, and then the blue-collared one. "DeSoto!"

"Hey Rita," Roscoe almost purred, his grin only widening as Rita jerked her head away from his light caress. "Long time no see."

"Not long enough," Rita countered, looking down in shock as the Doberman lightly flicked his fingers across her breasts, sending her red pasties flying, baring her broad, caramel-colored nipples. "You might have your way with me now," she snarled, "but you'll never have me!"

"We'll see, babycakes," Roscoe murmured in her ear, leaning in close as his hands engulfed her breasts, making the Afghan gasp as the Doberman began to roll her nipples between his fingers, swiftly making them stiffen under his touch. "See? A part of you seems to like me, at least. Hmm," he looked down, smirking. "And probably more than one part, I'll bet."

"Don't you da-ah!" Rita started to protest, but Roscoe's hand was already stroking down her taut tummy, and then slipping beneath the waist of her thong.

"Wet already?" Roscoe chuckled, smoothly moving behind Rita, kneeling, letting her feel his swiftly-rising erection against her soft-furred rump. "Guess there's something to be said for N'astirh's methods after all. Or maybe," he growled softly in her ear, before nibbling on the tip, "you're just that hot for me."

"N-never!" Rita declared, but her voice was wavering, her will fading fast. N'astirh had indeed done some conditioning of both her and Sasha, and while it wasn't anywhere near complete, what he'd done was more than enough to make Rita's body immediately respond to the slightest sexual stimulation. "I'll never want y-oooh!"

As the first orgasm washed over her with Roscoe's fingers on her clitoris, Rita couldn't even try to resist as he gripped her bound wrists with one hand, bending her forward onto all-fours, while his other hand smoothly peeled her skimpy panties down to her knees, then got to work fingering her cunny until he could get his muzzle into position.

"Oh yeah," Roscoe countered with a light chuckle. "You already do, Rita. And when I'm done with you, you'll never want anyone else again."

DeSoto, in stark contrast to Roscoe, didn't waste time with words; he wanted Irish setter pussy, and he wanted it now! Sasha had started to berate the brutish, savage Doberman when he'd yanked off her pasties, but soon her words died in her throat, turning to pitiful whimpers and moans as he began to hungrily gnaw on her breasts, slurping and sucking and even biting down on each nipple until Sasha felt as though they were throbbing with overstimulation, bucking and jerking on her back on the wood of the stage. All too soon, she was trembling too hard to resist as DeSoto easily flipped her over, roughly snapping her thong with a single jerk of his big hand. By the time Roscoe was just starting to work his broad, smooth tongue into the puffy folds of Rita's dark-skinned quim, DeSoto's frantic, savage, hungry licking and thrusting of his tongue into Sasha's pink cunny had her fairly gushing with thick juices.

The Doberman brothers (though whether by actual blood, even they didn't know) thrust as one into their chosen partners, each looking down at the snug triangle of flesh that slowly parted before their pointed red erections. DeSoto, left to his own devices, would have simple jammed himself in, and pounded Sasha until he knotted her, but now he followed Roscoe's lead, trusting the more sophisticated Doberman, knowing that his ways could get serious results. And they did, as DeSoto, mirroring the gyrations of Roscoe's hips, grit his teeth as, quite suddenly, Sasha clamped down on him, howling like a wolf as she started not just to cum, but to squirt, soaking his black balls with her juices. Rita was able to fight off quite so strong a reaction, but even she felt her will weakening, wearing down with every orgasm that shuddered through her body, making her tremble right down to the core of her being.

Then, the knot. Roscoe waited until his knot was swollen up, almost to the size of a softball, when he began squeezing it into Rita's sex. DeSoto, recognizing what his brother was doing, grinned toothily, and started to do the same. Both dog girls wailed together, screaming in a strange mix of pleasure and pain as they were stretched, nice and slow, right up to the very limits of their bodies. And when each knot finally sank in with a soft pop, Rita and Sasha's heads sank to the hard wood of the stage, panting hard, their eyes out of focus.

So spent and used up were the girls, they hardly noticed when the jackalmen came in for their share. Instead, their muzzles simply acted on instinct, wrapping around each slender jackalcock, one by one, as they were pressed against their lips. Though they might resist for a while longer, one thing was certain: when N'astirh next commanded them to sing, they would sing.

His contemptuous expression still firmly in place, the Baron of Hell hardly noticed the rush of lesser minions around him. What did such minor matters mean to him, one of the great lords of a darkened dimension, and leader of conquering armies in this one? At least until that...incident with the man in the green armor, but no demon liked to think about that, let alone talk about it. All the same, the Baron was one of the few who survived the incident, and that alone ensured his status and respect among even demons with more seniority and greater raw physical power...though, admittedly, there were terribly few of these.

Finally, however, the Baron of Hell was forced to acknowledge that something might, in fact, be going on. This harsh reality was forced on him when, quite abruptly, one of the brown-skinned imps he'd stationed near a rear exit to the casino went flying right past his head. Obviously something was amiss.

"Who dares!" the Baron bellowed, starting off at a mighty charge down the hallway, following the hew and cry of battle, rounding a corner to where his ears told him lay the source of the problem...and right into the solid metal fist of Modo.

"Man!" Modo scoffed, shaking his hand as its auto repair systems went to work, looking down at the pulped face of the former Baron of Hell. "That guy had a hard head!"

"Don't get distracted," Throttle called back, fighting back-to-back with Lassie, who ably demonstrated her skill with the pistol he'd given her shortly before they'd started work, while Freya spun a staff (actually a piece of pipe) with lethal effectiveness, the same skills she'd learned when spear fighting coming into play with her non-bladed weapon. Of course, she wasn't able to jump in her present state, getting the full use out of her training and her weapon, but with such allies as she had, that was hardly essential.

Nearby, Vinnie was almost gleefully scattering around a hail of shockbursts, the mini grenades scattering the forces of demons and pig cops that tried to close in on him and his friends before they could even get themselves together.

"Whoa!" came a sudden shrill cry from near the stairs toward which the Biker Mice were making their way. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, didn't I say to just come to the office? I mean, I know you wanted a boy slave and all, but seriously, you could've just waited in line like everybody else."

Naturally, it was Weez Weezel.

Squeaking in shock as Modo grabbed him by the front of his shirt, lifting him off the ground, the big black Mouse glared down into Weez's eyes.

"Two questions," he said with frightening calm. "First question: where's Freya's lover, Fratley?"

"I...I dunno for sure!" Weez got out, choking a bit as he gripped Modo's hand to keep from having his full breath cut off. "I mean, I've heard rumors...okay, okay! Word is, there's this new major domo working over at the Pyramid Casino. He's this rat, name of Hasan bin Rashid, but everybody figured him for a skaven or something like that. He's kinda too clean for a skaven, ask me, but it wasn't any of my business until now."

"Second question," Modo continued, as calm and deceptively pleasant as before. "Where's all the other slaves? We've had a nice long chat with Freya and Lassie, and they've explained a few things about non-Martian slavery that we don't really like."

"Up there," Weez pointed up the stairs. "But you shouldn't go up there! I mean it: the bosses here are all demons! Sheesh, I'm a demon! You mess with 'em, even a little, and you don't get a second chance."

"We'll risk it," Vinnie chimed in with a confident smirk. "Lead the way, buddy. We'll let you go first, so you stay honest. I understand you've got some problems with honesty."

Caught between the choice of being damned if he did, and damned if he didn't (and just generally damned, being a demon and all), the moment Weez's feet touched the floor, he rolled his eyes heavenward, as though hoping that some source up there might change its mind regarding his infernal fate. When no such manifestation of divine mercy was immediately apparent, he turned, and started walking up the stairs, his attitude like that of a pall bearer.

Casually leaning over his shoulder as they rounded a corner, Lassie snapped off a shot, bringing the hulking pit fiend that had been lying in wait to pounce to a total stop, before emptying the weapon into its chest and head. Even so, she had to reload and empty the second set of chambers into the winged beast, whose horned head scraped the top of the corridor, before it went down for good.

"Lucky you've got me at your back, Weezy," Lassie teased the visibly shaken weasel, giving his chin a light chuck. "A lot better'n having me at your front."

A door loomed at the top of the stairs, but it was already wide open. Just inside, a testy-looking, lilac-furred whippet was seated behind a desk, glaring at the intruders into her realm with a simmering fury.

"More visitors without appointments," she sneered. "Fine! Go in! I'm taking a smoke break!"

This proved to be quite literal, as the whippet promptly vanished in a billowing cloud of saffron-scented purple smoke.

"Lady knows how to make an exit," coughed Vinnie. "Not a whole lot of resistance up here, though. Not like downstairs. I mean, we blew through like, what? Forty or fifty scumbags? And now up here we've just got the one big winged guy, and one bitch who doesn't even stick around for long."

Looking into the next room, Throttle played his eyes over the five young women in the middle office. Turning his head slightly, he then noted the long, thick black wire running beneath each chair. Lifting his weaponized glove, the shades-wearing Mouse then sent a single, precise shot through the wire, cutting the power to the Sybians on which each of the slave secretaries was forced to sit. This also, incidentally, cut power to the clamps holding them in their seats.

"You'd better go while you still can," Throttle said in his calm, authoritative voice, the one he used when doing crowd control, keeping people from rioting or panicking in large, potentially fatal numbers. "We've cleaned house downstairs, but I don't guarantee it'll last."

Though wobbly-legged, the five secretaries took Throttle's advice, and made themselves as scarce as possible as quickly as possible. When the middle office was empty at last, Throttle motioned to his entourage, then let Lassie shove Weez to the front as they faced down the doors to the inner chambers.

A hard kick from Modo, and they were in!

Standing in front, weapons bristling from the invaders behind him, Weez stood looking very apologetic indeed as he looked at the intimidating figure of N'astirh himself, seated on his throne of bone, positioned behind a large oak desk. All it took was another step, however, to see that N'astirh wasn't alone behind that desk: apparently, the nine-tailed fox woman felt a need to show her continued utility after her recent upset, and was kneeling between the green-scaled and -furred demon's shaggy goat legs, the surprisingly flexible lips of her white porcelain mask wrapped with astonishing skill around the stiff, dark green (nearly black) demonic erection of the demon lord.

[http://xmen-battle-of-the-atom-mobile-game.wikia.com/wiki/File:N%27astirh_(HR).jpg]

"Sorry," said N'astirh, not even bothering to glance up from the world-class blowjob he was receiving. "We don't want any."

"We're not selling anything," Modo said with an intimidating smirk.

"That's right," Vinnie added. "Everything we've got are free samples. Of justice!"

Everyone in the room turned and looked at the white Mouse, who just blinked.

"What?"

"Your business isn't with me," N'astirh chuckled, one hand resting on Ninetails' head, guiding her efforts, while the other extended toward the little band. "Your business is with my master, the demon sometimes called Red. But that is hardly any trouble at all: I can ensure that you reach him in..."

"Stop!"

Once again, all eyes in the room turned, this time to look at a small, white rabbit wearing a black jester's motley on her head, and what she obviously seriously hoped was an evil expression on her face.

[http://hellokitty.wikia.com/wiki/Kuromi]

"Look," said the rabbit, marching toward N'astirh, then standing before him with hands on hips, trying desperately to look intimidating, despite the fact that she was hardly as tall as his hips. "This has gone on way too far, N'astirh. I mean, I'm bad and all, but what's going on here...it's just evil!"

Blinking, the green demon looked at the little rabbit-imp in disbelief.

"I've seen all the plans you've got," she continued undaunted, "and they've just got to stop. Those goody-two-shoes Hello Kitty and My Melody are still stupid, but I can't justify what you're planning to do with them. There's plenty of better ways to humiliate someone than...than..." The little black-clad rabbit started to blush furiously. "Anyway! You've got to stop everything right now, and Red does too!"

"Thank you, Kuromi," N'astirh said in a voice that was calm and perfectly collected. "I'm very glad that you came to me with this issue."

"Y-you are?" Kuromi exclaimed, smiling in obvious relief.

"Of course I am," N'astirh assured her. "You see, I wasn't at all sure that I would be able to gather the necessary magical energy to cast my teleportation spell. But since you came and delayed these would-be heroes, I had plenty of time to prepare my power. Now," he wiggled the knobby digits of one hand, "good-bye, and give my regard to Red...and all the demons of Hell."

[65% chance of success - rolled 83 - failure #2]

"Now," N'astirh sighed, turning his attention back to Ninetails as she knelt before him, the room otherwise completely empty, "where were we?"

"I told you it would work!" laughed a boyish voice in triumph. "I'm a genius!"

"You're a lucky idiot," came a strangely nasal voice. "But at least you're a powerful lucky idiot. If you hadn't snatched that energy surge away from the demons on this station, there's no telling what sort of things they'd do with all the power. I, on the other hand, am exactly the sort of person who should have this sort of...eh?"

"Huh," said Vinnie, looking in some measure of confusion at two smoking hot babes, one blonde and fair-skinned, the other dark with bluish skin; a kid with blue hair and a red scarf-cape-thing; and a muscular blue guy with a skull for a face. There were others in the room as well, but they didn't seem nearly as arresting to Vinnie as these first few. "Guys, I don't think we're in that green demon's office anymore."

"Oh no," Weez whimpered, covering his eyes with one hand. "We're on the Hellstation. This place is on a one-way crash course for the surface of War World, and the whole thing is infected with demonic energy. Once it hits, we're all dead, and the whole planet's gonna be toast. Demon-flavored toast."

"Yes," agreed skullface. "That sums up the situation quite nicely, I think. Which is why I had you brought here, rather than to the presence of persons who I am sure are our mutual enemies."

Lassie looked at Freya, and then at Throttle and Modo, all of them obviously skeptical, having heard skullface's initial words. Still, even if his motives weren't quite what he said, the fact of their mutual enemies might indeed be the truth...especially when Lassie blinked in recognition as she looked at the blonde woman.

"Nova?" she queried, and the other woman smiled, meeting Lassie in the middle as they hugged. "It's been so long, Nova!" Turning, she pointed to her apparent friend. "This is Nova Terra. We met when we were part of a planetary survey. I was the survival expert, and she was, uh..."

"I was the muscle," Nova affirmed with a grin. "Sounds like this is a good time for a quick recap, huh? Get both our sides up to speed."

"Yeah," Kuromi agreed, shaking her head in obvious total confusion. "But not too quick, okay?"

Choices

Additional Votes

These were formerly down in the main votes section, but I'm moving them up here instead, so I know where these guys will go the next time one of the options wins the vote. Please pick one option in each of the two votes following.

Characters on the Ship come to the aid of others

(+15% chance of success wherever they are sent)

-Castlevania - 13

-The Desert - 0

-Casino City - 0

-The Jungle - 8

Brooklyn's harem-building

(-10% to the chance of success where he's sent)

-Castlevania - 4

-The Desert - 1

-Casino City - 3

-The Jungle - 3

-The Ship - 3

-He goes after the bad guys instead - 6

(70% chance of success, rolled for each character)

*Hellstation

1) Our heroes on the inside head toward the Hellstation's core - 16

(65% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

2) The violation of Supergirl, Stargirl, She-Ra, and the Sailor Scouts - 9

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

3) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 15

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

*Desert City

4) Bambi and company meet Blacksad and company, then make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety - 12

5) What's going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat's Casino - a 20's-style speakeasy - 14

(55% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

-The Mouse Trap - a pub with the best card games in Casino City - 5

[Will also include what's going on in the sewers of Casino City]

-The Percheron - all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot - 14

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 1

-The Pyramid - what are our friends up to? - 13

[Various sex scenes, Sly/Rocket/Carmelita scene highest priority]

-Treasure Island - pirate-themed, and pirate-attended - 4

*Castlevania and Environs

6) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 10

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

7) The final Count-down - 2

(60% chance of success, rolled 3 times)

8) 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)

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

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

10) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 4

*Other Locations

11) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested; a lot of "eating" will take place, though) - 13

12) Shere Khan's further villainy (introduction of Gary the Rat) - 0

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

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

14) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage - 15

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

15) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab & The Slave Factory - 15

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) - 5 - obscure, but I'll do my best

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

Dawn Bellwether (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Bellwether) - 1