Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Entry 61 by Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Entry 61

Story by Gideon Kalve Jarvis on SoFurrySeptember 2017~62 min read

Gideon Kalve Jarvis, Alligator, Anal, Canine, Cartoon, Choose Your Own Adventure, Crossover, Digimon, Disney, F/F, Fox, H/M, Hermaphrodite, Human, M/F, M/M, Oral, Raccoon, Renamon, Rule 34, Scalie, Sly Cooper, Superheroes, Threesome, Vaginal, Video Games, Zootopia, tmnt

As my way of making up for the general lack of sex last time, this one is almost entirely composed of sex. But sex with purpose! Well...mostly. ^.^

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Entry 61

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis and gryfalcon

Vote Tallies

*Hellstation

1) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 21

(60% chance of success, 4 successes or failures; violation of prisoners a result of failure)

*Desert City

2) Bambi and company meet Blacksad and company, then make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety - 16

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

3) What's going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat's Casino - a 20's-style speakeasy - 16

(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 - 19

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 1

-The Pyramid - what are our friends up to? – 24 – this week’s fun

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

*Castlevania and Environs

4) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 11

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

5) The final Count-down - 6

(60% chance of success, rolled 3 times)

6) Ayumi, both Lara Crofts, Daring Do, and Rouge do some treasure hunting by themselves - 6

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

7) Scar and the Tyrannos arrive on War World - 2

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

8) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 12

*Other Locations

9) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested; a lot of "eating" will take place, though) - 18

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

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

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

12) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage - 22

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

13) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab & The Slave Factory - 23

Author Notes

Once, a long while back, Shantae was suggested as a character, and she had several votes. At that time, I didn’t know anything about the character or her series, so I refused to take her on as a character vote option. Since then, that has changed, and I know a fair amount about her. Now that she has once again been suggested as a character, I’m just going to skip the voting process, due to the long wait, and put her straight into making an appearance where it seems most appropriate.

Smokey the Bear is also not on the voting list, because I’ve already got him slated for an appearance in the Raging Jungle, when we get to that point. He’s a bit more based on Strega’s version (without so much vore), so he’s not as friendly as some.

Incidentally, yes, I am planning on having Catra and Torelei go at it together, without anyone else – a solo funtime scene, though there might be more sex going on in the rest of the entry where this takes place, in other places.

For those wondering what Captain Sale looks like naked, wonder no longer:

https://www.sofurry.com/view/1095284

Finally, an image I ran across well after Renamon’s strip tease, so I didn’t share it then:

http://creatiffy.deviantart.com/art/The-full-Renamon-661324483

And after the show:

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/22762204/

UFC Entry 61

Up on the stage, with gauzy silk banners turning the scene hazy, almost obscured, a single ray of yellow light shone down, forming a smooth pool on which all eyes naturally were drawn. A single saxophone could be seen in the light, gleaming bright like gilded blood. The music from the instrument was slow, soft, a tantalizing theme, creating a sense of building tension. There was something about to happen. Something important.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhHwnrlZRus]

Mist flooded the stage, then, and a slim, graceful figure stepped out, the saxophone held with casual perfection in his hands. He swayed, lithesome and elegant and artlessly flawless, pink fur glistening in the warm light of his single beam. All eyes were on him, and as he blew into the sax, there was no looking away.

Mirage looked down into her scrying pool, ignoring the muffled pleas for mercy from the Dark Queen, bound by shackles of pure darkness, gagged by a thing that served well as a ball gag for the present time, dangling in midair behind Mirage. The fallen former goddess was only a plaything, after all. Right now, Mirage’s attention was on the whole of her casino, taking it all in as only the mind of a true goddess could.

“He looks better on my stage,” Mirage purred softly, not wanting to break the spell the Pink Panther’s song was weaving around her, just like it was affecting the whole of her casino. “Let’s be honest, dear: your old place simply didn’t have the charm for a beauty like him.”

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The\_Pink\_Panther

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10577714/]

Seeing so many different little knots of people all around, feeling the energy coming off of them, potential for now, just waiting to be tapped, Mirage lightly caressed the surface of the glowing pool, her fingers not making a single ripple on the liquid. So much tension, so much need, and all just waiting for a little, light nudge to make that action turn real.

“I think our heroes deserve to be rewarded, don’t you?” Mirage murmured, her glowing green eyes heavy-lidded as she let a trace amount of her personal power flow into the pool, and then into the casino itself. “They’ve been working so hard on things that were difficult and dangerous. Now…now I think they should relax and enjoy.”

Lying her head back, the Dark Queen moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut.

Walking through the haze of the casino floor, doing her best not to become completely captivated by the feline up on stage, Carmelita Montoya Fox felt lost and more than a little overwhelmed. Her hair was done up, her dress was sheer and crimson, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of being on duty at all times. She was an officer of the law first and foremost, and nothing else could take precedence over her job. Not even…

“Hello Carmelita.”

Him.

A hand easily slid around Carmelita’s slim waist, pulling the dark-haired vixen against a slim but firm chest, presently concealed within a neat tuxedo. The music must have been affecting her more than she thought: she didn’t even try to resist as she was led into a booth and seated, a drink already before her – her favorite – and another raccoon opposite her, even as the ringtail who’d brought her there slid in beside Carmelita.

“Hey toots,” said Rocket, giving Carmelita a rakish grin, casually leaning back in his seat, not seeming to care that he stood out in stark contrast in his grubby working clothes to Sly Cooper’s tuxedoed self. What was perhaps most notable about Rocket’s appearance was that he didn’t seem to have one of his improbably large guns around. Of course, he probably had the parts for one secreted about his person, but for him not to be constantly sporting one of his favorite weapons was an oddity.

“Rocket had to have his weapon checked at the door,” Sly explained, lifting his martini glass, causing Carmelita to raise her own instinctively, and Rocket to grab the softly glowing shotglass in front of him – a Timothy, Carmelita realized, her eyes widening slightly at the recognition, knowing it to be one of the most dangerous drinks in the known universe. “Right now, though, I think a toast is in order.”

“To success,” Rocket declared, lifting his glass a little higher…which still only brought it to about nose-level with Carmelita.

“To love,” Sly added.

“To everything for which we dream,” Carmelita ended, before all three drank deep. “But Rocket,” Carmelita suddenly continued as she lowered her glass, looking toward the stocky, muscular raccoon sitting opposite her in the booth, doing her best not to think about how close Sly was to her shoulder, his hand casually resting on her own on the tabletop, “weren’t you here with Renamon?”

“She’s…busy right now,” Rocket admitted with a shrug. “Kinda complicated thing going on for her, I guess. She’s evolving, her human’s looking something like eight months pregnant, and her newborn daughter’s growing up crazy fast. Guess that’s normal for digimon, but that Rika kid’s needing some alone time right now.” Rocket stared into the remnants of his drink. “Rena-…I mean, Taomon says she’ll call me up when it’s time for Rika to give birth. Shouldn’t be too long now, I guess; maybe a day or two at most, fast as the digi-egg Guilmon put in her is growing.” He shrugged, lifting his Timothy to knock the rest of it back. “Says she wants me to be the one to deflower her daughter. Can’t say that I’m objecting to the idea.”

Unbidden, the mental image of the slender, teenage Renamon, the older Renamon’s recent daughter, flooded into Carmelita’s mind. She looked a lot like Rika Nonaka, if Rika had been born a digimon, with the same tight, boyish build and tiny breasts, only barely concealed by a chest ruff that hadn’t quite finished growing in. Carmelita had met the two Renamons, older and younger, when Rocket and the others had made their way back to the Pyramid Casino, around the same time Carmelita had come there, leading the many pokemon she’d helped to save from the illegal breeding facility attached to the Barn – Mirage had opened her doors to so many refugees, letting them stay in her hotel, without asking a single credit for the service. The first mental image was swiftly followed by another, of Rocket, buck naked, being serviced by an eager-to-please teenaged Renamon, while her mother and Rika looked on, the older Renamon offering pointers and advice, all of them looking almost exactly as they had when Carmelita had seen them coming in the door to the Pyramid casino, the older Renamon tall and gorgeous and golden, the younger Renamon a bright yellow, Rika almost glowing with her swiftly-advancing pregnancy. That mental image was almost immediately followed by a third, of Rocket on all-fours, rutting the teenage Renamon doggystyle, mommy Renamon lying nearby, flushed with the glow of her own recent pleasure, cum leaking from a quim that the stocky raccoon had so recently stretched nicely, Rika similarly lying nearby, but on her back, breasts and big pregnant belly heaving, not just her pussy, but also her anus looking stretched, and heavily leaking white raccoon cum, the aftermath of Rocket’s hard work.

“Right now, though, she’s kinda shacked up with that Guilmon guy and his kid,” Rocket was finishing as Carmelita came back to herself. “Not a bad pair, really. I’m kinda looking forward to gettin’ to know ‘em better.”

[https://www.furaffinity.net/view/24466196/

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=943634

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=943637]

Blinking, Carmelita realized she’d been staring over the table, looking straight at Rocket’s crotch. It was a nice crotch, she’d been thinking, until she realized how silly the words sounded. All the same, that spacer’s suit he always seemed to be wearing did hug his junk pretty snugly…and as short as Rocket was, he was not small where it counted, if that bulge was any indication. No, not one bit. For a moment, she was ashamed of herself, ashamed of the fantasies she’d been entertaining in her mind, fantasies that had almost immediately started to feature Rocket with other males, like that cute human, Takato, and his digimon, Guilmon. Such thoughts were hardly becoming of an officer of the law! She had to remain above all corruption, all temptation, if she was to do her job properly.

And yet…

[https://bloodhoundomega.deviantart.com/art/I-am-holding-on-to-those-fading-memories-632909896

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/22473936/

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=702209

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=702312

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24706562/

http://www.sofurry.com/view/1098929

http://www.sofurry.com/view/1098930

http://www.sofurry.com/view/1098931

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24629978]

Gasping softly as she felt Sly’s lips brush her neck, right beneath her carefully-coifed blue-black hair, Carmelita bit her lower lip, turning her eyes away. She realized that Sly was looking past her, toward the nearest booth. There, a wickedly handsome alligator was reclining on what looked almost like a Roman divan, stark naked save for a feather-tufted hat. Tilting his head back, the lean, strangely charismatic reptile arched his tongue into the yielding slit of a shapely and very well-endowed hippo lady crouched above him, his toothy smile seeming to widen still more as he lapped the gracefully-gyrating pink-grey female to an unapologetic orgasm. On their knees next to the divan, two other hippos were pressed together, side by side on their knees, one of them lapping up and down the underside of the alligator’s penis, obviously enjoying herself, while the other seemed rather shy, swallowing nervously as she took a firm grip on the base of the scaly male’s shaft.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Ben\_Ali\_Gator

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Hyacinth\_Hippo - riding the gator

http://madagascar.wikia.com/wiki/Gloria - confident

http://catsdontdance.wikia.com/wiki/Tillie – shy]

Seeming to sense Carmelita’s attention, even through the hanging curtains and veils that, at least ostensibly, gave privacy to the many large booths around the casino floor, the gator briefly pulled his long muzzle away from the hippo he was enthusiastically eating out, and flashed the wide-eyed vixen a knowing smile. His eyes flicked to the two raccoons in the booth with her, and his expression softened slightly; he could see her indecision, her temptation, and her desire, his greater experience in the matters of the heart instantly telling him so much without having to hear a word. Catching Carmelita’s eyes, the alligator turned his head slightly, motioning with his muzzle first to Sly, then to Rocket, both of whom didn’t seem to have a good enough angle to see what was going on in the nearby booth. His eyes met hers again, and Carmelita read the message he was conveying, almost as though he were burning the words into her brain with telepathy: don’t ruin love with too much thinking; make it work!

Averting her gaze suddenly as the alligator went back to the very pleasant job of bringing one of his ladies to another swift-burning orgasm, Carmelita blushed deeply, looking down into her glass rather than meeting the eyes of the two men sharing her booth, both of them looking at her curiously.

“It’s all right, Carmelita,” Sly’s gentle tenor reached Carmelita’s ears, a moment before his equally gentle hand rested on her shoulder. “You’re safe with me. You always have been.”

“Don’t rush the lady, stripey,” Rocket chided Sly, pouring himself a glass of bourbon from the bottle next to his elbow, a pale replacement to the Timothy he’d just finished, but a welcome one after such an intense experience. “She’ll talk when she’s good ‘n ready.”

But I am ready, Carmelita thought to herself, her head raising as determination flooded her being. Her hazel eyes turned, casting about, and she caught sight of other couples and groups around the casino, seeing more with her police-trained senses than most others ever could. Actually, if she didn’t know better, it almost seemed to Carmelita as though she’d been placed in her present seat deliberately, for the perfect view it gave her of the rest of the floor, unequaled anywhere else in the entire place.

Over by the elevator was Scooby Doo and Brain, human girls behind them on leashes, Brain leading three of them, Scooby with two. None of them were wearing clothes, of course, besides the collars around their necks, but Carmelita only caught a glimpse of smooth-skinned bottoms and heavy canine sacs before the door of the elevator closed behind them. The elevator next to the one Scooby and Brain had just used also started closing its doors, but Carmelita caught a brief glimpse of blue fur and purple skin, as well as a quick flick of a long pink tail, and realized that the Lucario she’d helped to free from the pokemon breeding center seemed to have decided to take Mewtwo to task for his prior bad deeds. Mew, true to form, was tagging along for her own amusement.

There, at the bar, were the white-furred Danger Mouse, and the tan-furred Kitty Katswell, sharing a drink, though Carmelita was almost certain that the bubbly liquid in both their glasses was actually ginger ale. Despite the lack of social lubricant, however, the pair were leaning close, talking in intimate tones, DM’s single eye meeting both of Kitty’s without hesitation.

Near the stage, even in the relative darkness outside the circle of light shining down on the Pink Panther, Carmelita could make out the tall, commanding figure of John Blacksad, the end of his e-cigarette glowing as he drew in a long puff of vapor (the Pyramid didn’t allow real cigarettes, much to the gumshoe’s perpetual annoyance). Next to him, crowded in close on either side, were the three girls he’d personally escorted away from what would have been their dooms in the clutches of Jabba the Hutt and his minions, Josie and the Pussycats. Though she couldn’t be certain, Carmelita got the feeling that the Pink Panther was deliberately gyrating his hips a little more suggestively than necessary, getting very close to Blacksad as he continued to perform, flashing looks that were distinctly flirtatious toward the broad-shouldered black cat.

Not far from Blacksad, the big cyborg stallion, 30/30, was essentially up to his armpits with hot girls, as Jem and her four Holograms seemed almost to hang on his every word. Not that he was saying much, of course, preferring to sip beer that Carmelita was pretty sure didn’t have much effect on his advanced biological systems.

Near one of the pillars between stage and bar, Leatherhead and Zeno seemed to have met up once more as well, the scaly pair apparently taking a break from the females that seemed to be constantly desiring them. Another time, and both big, muscular males would have been balls-deep in more pussy than…well, than Leatherhead could handle; Zeno was seldom unable to handle any situation in which he found himself. Right now, though, they were standing far closer together than mere friends, and seemed quite content to sip their respective drinks, away from everyone else who constantly demanded their attention.

Looking down into the dregs of her drink, helpfully refilled twice before by Sly from the wine bottle resting near the middle of the table, Carmelita tilted it back, emptying the glass. Sighing as the alcohol started to give her a pleasant, mild buzz, just enough to take the edge off her many inhibitions, the dark-haired vixen played her sharp hazel eyes over the two males with whom she was sharing a booth. A look of determination set on her face, she slid from the booth, and stood up, extending her hands, one toward each of the two raccoons.

“I believe Sly was telling me how Mirage got him a room as part of his payment for security consulting,” Carmelita said as the males took her hands, rising as one from their seats. “Would you be so kind as to give us a tour?” she continued, smiling in a way she hoped was seductive enough to make her intentions clear. “I’m quite interested in seeing the inside of your room, Sly Cooper, and I think Rocket here would like that as well.”

“Yeah,” Rocket agreed, his expression slightly dazed at how fast things had progressed, but not at all unhappy. “How about that room, huh, ringtail?”

“Your wish,” Sly said, bowing low to brush his lips across Carmelita’s hand like a true gentleman, “is my command, dear lady.”

Getting used to being so much taller was going to take a bit of adjustment, Taomon decided as she leaned into the massaging spray of the shower head. Then she looked down, smirking lightly at the other thing that would take more than a bit of adjustment, then wincing slightly as she wrapped a three-fingered hand around one of the new perquisites of her present evolutionary form.

[http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Taomon]

“Sensitive,” Taomon whispered softly, one ear quirking at the soft whimper she heard from behind her. Smirking teasingly, she glanced over her shoulder at Takato, standing behind her in the large shower stall, covering his own rather smaller erection with both his hands, blushing furiously. “Hmm,” Taomon mused, turning to fully face the cute human boy, “I think I’d like to test out my latest evolution’s new techniques.”

“Wh-?” Takato began to speak, but Taomon easily silenced him with a finger against his mouth, followed a moment later by her lips pressed against his.

So much power! Taomon marveled at how strong she felt, at how easy it was to dominate this human boy. Just touching him, she could feel the difference in their relative physical abilities, and knew immediately that whatever she wanted to do to him, there was nothing Takato could do to resist her. Not that Taomon would do anything Takato didn’t want – after her violation and subsequent impregnation by General Scales, Taomon had decided she preferred the consensual sort of fun a lot more. So instead, she started to kiss her way down Takato’s smooth-muscled, beautiful body, hands caressing the clearly-defined shape of his pectorals, and then his taut washboard belly, trim and tight from so much exercise and effort in keeping up with the ever-energetic Guilmon. His cute butt was tight, too, which Taomon soon discovered as she knelt before Takato, her large, strong hands kneading his firm buns, while she easily slid his smooth, stiff penis into her muzzle, forming a tight seal.

Looking up at Takato with her blue-and-black eyes, Taomon savored the taste of human precum – human data – on her tongue, even as she enjoyed Takato’s expression as he fought hard to keep from blowing his load too soon. Every time Taomon had sex, she traded a little bit of the data of her partners, even when that partner was a female, like Rika. With males, of course, there was a lot more data to be gathered, and so much more pleasure to be gained by its absorption. Though Takato couldn’t know it, the moment his precum first dotted Taomon’s tongue, she could almost feel things like he felt them.

The penis standing stiff and hard between Taomon’s legs, she supposed, was probably a side effect of absorbing too much male data. Of course, she mused, turning Takato gently with her hands on his hips, until he was facing the opposite wall of the shower, resting his hands against the smooth tiles, working off that excess data would be very pleasant indeed.

Prizing apart Takato’s tight buns, Taomon leaned forward, her tongue finding the tense ring of his sphincter, and circling it, gently at first, then more firmly, leaning into her rimming as the boy moaned above her. Adding a finger to her efforts, Taomon couldn’t resist a smirk, knowing perfectly well that Takato was no virgin, having regularly made use of Guilmon’s ample endowment…at least at those times when Guilmon was in a masculine phase. Right now, Guilmon had absorbed even more female data than Taomon had absorbed male. Not that Taomon minded in the least: the big red-and-white dragon looked pretty hot with boobs.

Speaking of Guilmon, Taomon shifted her perspective just as she was rasping first her finger and then her tongue over Takato’s prostate, making the cute boy moan loudly, spurts of precum splashing the side of the stall. Instantly, she found herself looking down at an adorably underdeveloped teenage body, cute little breasts sticking out of soft white fur, pristine pink sex nice and puffy from arousal. Renamon, Taomon’s daughter, raised her eyes, and Taomon instantly saw what had made the younger digimon so turned on: Guilmon’s plump red butt waggling in the air as the precious dragon digimon held Rika’s thighs apart with her (for Guilmon was, at least at present, a “her”) big talons, broad tongue lapping at the massively pregnant girl’s cunny with an almost overwhelming degree of enthusiasm.

[Problems with digimon uploads: https://www.weasyl.com/~yawg/submissions/1446156/stone-artist-35-digi-tampering

https://www.weasyl.com/~szira/submissions/319413/renamon-posing

https://www.sofurry.com/view/431908

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/228556/

https://www.sofurry.com/view/538920

https://www.sofurry.com/view/1000296 - Taomon’s daughter]

The wireless connection in the casino hotel was excellent, and Taomon knew all of her daughter’s access codes, making it easy for her to upload a few especially choice fantasies, ones Taomon had thought up herself. Most prominent were the ones involving Rocket Raccoon getting the yellow-furred teen’s virginity. While Taomon could upload ideas, she couldn’t force them to stick, but in the case of the fantasies of sweetly skinny Renateen getting plowed from behind, no protection to keep her womb from being invaded by the thick-cocked coon’s data, the idea was immediately accepted, and then adopted, and finally adapted, allowing Taomon to see some of her daughter’s counter-fantasies. She wanted more than one male at a time? What a naughty little slut mommy’s girl was becoming!

Getting slowly to her feet behind Takato, two fingers working between his buns now, her other hand caressing his plump boyish balls, Taomon accessed the hotel’s security systems, knowing perfectly well that Mirage had every room wired to some degree. She was looking for one of the males her daughter had begun fantasizing about, the one she wanted to double-team her vagina with Rocket. A moment’s search, and immediately, Taomon could see Nick Wilde before her eyes, and it looked as though that roguishly handsome tod was at it again.

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23119337/]

Looking down from the hidden ceiling camera, Taomon was treated to the delightful view of Nick Wilde’s generous endowment plunging balls-deep into Stith’s muscular, heart-shaped kangaroo butt. As the casually-attractive male worked his hips, hugging the mantrin woman’s tail to his chest, the fat bulb of his knot bumping against her well-stretched tailhole with every bouncing slap of hips-on-rump, on the other side of Stith, Judy was keeping her busy as well. Stith wasn’t able to keep up her usual series of grousing and snide remarks since the grey-furred bunny was keeping her mouth busy doing other things, Stith’s thick, powerful tongue, looking much like the tongue of a parrot, flickering from her open, beaklike mouth to rasp against Judy’s flushed girlparts. Every time Nick’s white-furred tummy clapped against Stith’s brown-furred booty, that just pushed Stith’s tongue all the deeper into the greedy little rabbit, whose legs were splayed wide apart, her back arching as she lay back on the bed, one hand guiding Stith as the mantrin female willingly worked over Nick’s wife, seeming to love the taste of fresh-squeezed bunny juice.

Almost in a frenzy now, Taomon had to grit her teeth as her heavy, black-skinned prick stood out straight and rigid from her groin, a fine, heavy sac right below it, full of all the excess male data she couldn’t regulate properly after giving birth to a female, the familiar slit of her vagina just behind her balls. Putting all her self-control to work, Taomon smeared copious dollops of precum against Takato’s rosette, rubbing her leaking cockhead around as much as possible to make sure she got him as lubricated as possible – not hard, since most digimon had sexual fluids that could double as industrial-grade lubricants in a pinch. A nudge, and she watched Takato’s snug pink chrysanthemum spread apart as about half her plump glans sank into the boy’s backside, making him moan so loudly, the sound was almost enough to drive poor Taomon wild, all her restraint to avoid hurting the human boy forgotten.

But she did manage to keep control, her black-sclerad eyes narrowing as she looked straight down, watching inch after meaty, juicy inch of hot digi meat disappearing into Takato’s reluctantly yielding rump. The boy was tight! Letting some of her barely-lingering rational thoughts take root to keep her from losing control when Takato’s bottom started to clench down right around the midpoint of her first slow thrust to the hilt, Taomon wondered how Takato managed to be as snug as a virgin after taking Guilmon’s rather significant thickness. These thoughts were brief, however, as she found her internal processors starting to overclock as her daughter joined the lovers on the bed in the room just outside the bathroom. Linked as she was with Renamon, Taomon’s own pleasures could only multiply exponentially as she grit her teeth tightly, squeezing Takato’s sweet buns almost as tightly as she started to hump the boy, finally holding nothing back!

“Taomon!” Takato cried out, his fingers hooking into claws against the smooth tile of the shower. “A-ah! Taomon!”

Ignoring the boy’s wails of sweet orgasm as his cum splattered messily against the wall, not trying to delay the inevitable any longer, Taomon snarled at the ceiling, her hips a blur, her breasts and balls bouncing with equal speed as she hammered the smooth human before her into total submission.

Who was the tamer now, bitch?

Sometimes…well, just sometimes you needed a break. A change to something different. This sort of change in experience kept everything fresh and enjoyable, keeping you ready to face whatever might come next, and to love it that much more. Sort of like a vacation.

That was how Leatherhead was trying to rationalize to himself why, when he had several smoking hot babes wanting to get their hands all over him, and Zeno had even more, the big triceraton well on his way to establishing a proper harem, he was presently alone in a hotel room with another male, peeling his jeans down his muscular legs, his shirt already lying discarded over a nearby chair, his big green penis so hard right then, it was actually kind of painful. Looking over at the already nude triceraton, and then down to his equally-rigid (though quite a bit larger) tan-brown shaft, it wasn’t hard for Leatherhead to deduce that the other male felt about the same.

“You are thinking about the women,” Zeno said, and Leatherhead couldn’t help the flush he felt beneath his scales as he sheepishly nodded. “Don’t. They are taken care of, losing themselves in each others’ arms, the same as we are doing. When we return to them, they will welcome us, and we will satisfy them fully.” The three-horned (or was it four-horned, Leatherhead couldn’t help but wonder playfully) male walked toward the alligator, one big hand gripping the somewhat smaller, but no less muscular male around one hip. “Right now, think only about us, now, in this moment.”

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17346613/]

The kiss was…strange. Different. Heady and new. Leatherhead’s long snout pressed against Zeno’s beaklike mouth, neither of them really made for kissing, both of them determined to make it work anyway. But wasn’t that just the way it was? The way it kinda had to be? When their tongues touched, though, that got Leatherhead’s gears cranking, and he started to get more than a little wild, clawed hands raking Zeno’s thick-muscled chest and belly and back as he squeezed his body against the bigger male’s, their cocks mashed tightly together between both their pressed bodies. Leatherhead could feel his neck creaking, he had to crane it so far upward, but he didn’t care – he’d decided to take Zeno’s advice to heart, and live in the moment.

Heavy dinosaur cock in-hand, Leatherhead broke the kiss, but only so he could watch Zeno’s massive slab of male meat throbbing and leaking heavily onto his green scales. For a reptile, Zeno’s flesh felt hot to Leatherhead, though that might have been as much from his own passion as from actual temperature. Greedy for it, Leatherhead engulfed the triceraton warrior’s prick in his long maw, and swiftly started bobbing his head, going to his knees as he got that big prick all slick and wet. Tongue caressing the underside, Leatherhead closed his eyes, just focusing on the taste and smell of the male towering above him, and on the feeling of one big, startlingly gentle hand resting on his head, stroking the back of his neck.

“Your tongue is smooth,” Zeno said softly, and Leatherhead opened his eyes to see the slightly surprised expression on his lover’s face. “It feels good,” he added, reassuringly, encouraging Leatherhead to pick up the pace, bobbing his head faster, harder, until he felt Zeno’s big balls slapping against the underside of his white-scaled chin.

Working off a triceraton’s erection, as Leatherhead quickly discovered, wasn’t an easy thing. Insensitive to pain, Zeno was also resistant to pleasure, and it took all of Leatherhead’s efforts to make a tight seal of his mouth, his long tail lashing to give each thrust of his head just that much more oomph as he serviced the big dino standing over him. With lots of time ahead of him, apparently, Leatherhead began to explore Zeno’s body with his hands, clawtips teasing against washboard belly and powerful-thewed thighs, corded with layer upon layer of thick, treetrunklike muscle. To Leatherhead’s surprise, however, Zeno’s nostrils flared when the gator caressed the bigger male’s flanks. And when he carefully, experimentally slipped a single digit beneath the other male’s tail, he was gratified to see Zeno’s eyes dilate as well, a soft gasp escaping the triceraton’s parted mouth as a startlingly-sized dollop of precum splashed against the back of Leatherhead’s throat, nearly choking him with its suddenness.

“That…was unexpected,” said Zeno, blinking, then reaching down to slowly, carefully pull Leatherhead off his achingly erect penis. “I think I want to try more of that.”

“Whatcha mean…oh,” Leatherhead began to ask, before Zeno seated himself on the plus-plus-sized bed, then lay back, lifting his legs, hooking his hands beneath them, exposing the vertically-slitted tailhole beneath. “Uh, you sure about this? I mean, I’ve got a whole tube of lube, but you’re still a lot bigger’n me, and if this is your first time…”

“I’m sure,” was all that Zeno said, and when Zeno said something, you knew that he meant it.

Pulling the lubricant out of his discarded pants’ pocket, Leatherhead walked to the foot of the bed, letting a very liberal dollop of lube warm on his hand before he began stroking his rigid erection until it glistened. Then he squeezed out the rest of the tube, climbing onto the bed between Zeno’s lifted legs, the other male’s tail resting between Leatherhead’s knees. As he carefully worked his fingers in tight ovals around Zeno’s tailhole, the triceraton wrapped his tail around Leatherhead’s, both males gripping each other tightly, in a way so intimate, so personal, and so unique to both their kinds.

“That is…new,” Zeno got out, his voice sounding tense as one of Leatherhead’s fingers slipped into him.

“You still good?” the gator asked, concern for his friend obvious on his face.

“Yes,” Zeno affirmed with a solid nod, then glanced down at his still-erect penis, silent evidence that he was not hating the experience. “Continue.”

Complying, Leatherhead started to pump his penetrating finger, slowly at first, but soon getting faster, rougher, as he started to recognize the signs of Zeno’s rising pleasure: his tense belly, his tail squeezing tighter against Leatherhead’s own, the obvious tension of his thick, powerful neck…and perhaps most obvious, the copious precum leaking down his obelisk-sized erection!

“Guess I’ve got your weak spot, huh?” the gator teased, cutting off Zeno’s retort by adding a second finger, making the other male’s back arch, his meaty fists grabbing the sheets, almost tearing them as he twisted them beneath his broad body, legs kicking to either side of Leatherhead’s hips.

“You’re plenty slick now,” Leatherhead told his friend after some minutes of this impressive display, slowly extracting his fingers, then patting the other reptile on one flank. “This’ll probably be easier for us both if you roll over. I mean, at least that way you’re less likely to take my head off if you kick out wrong.”

“You,” panted Zeno, before swallowing, wetting his dry throat, “you have a point.”

Rolling ponderously onto his front, Zeno seized the sheets tightly between his massive fingers, then reached down to bite firmly into the pillow. If Mirage didn’t ensure every room in her hotel was able to withstand her own throes of passion, she would surely have had to replace every article after this homoerotic romp! As soon as Leatherhead saw Zeno’s presented bottom, his strong fingers were squeezing those finely-chiseled buns. It was like kneading solid rock!

Unable to help himself, Leatherhead brought down his palm, making Zeno grunt softly with the impact, his ponderous penis giving a twitch. Emboldened, the gator spanked his friend’s rear again, and then again, then rose and spun, bringing down his tail in an ear-splitting whiplash CRACK!

“Kah!” gasped Zeno, his eyes rolling back into his head, a spurt of precum spattering the sheets beneath him like the crack of a bullet. His head jerked up as Leatherhead grabbed his tail, hauling it straight up, making the bigger male’s back arch as the tender nerves hidden deep within were teased to full arousal – and so was his penis! – with that rough tug. “L-Leatherhead…”

“Somebody likes it rough,” teased the big gator, patting Zeno’s rump affectionately. “I’m not gonna hold back, all right? Unless you yell at me, I’m not gonna stop. We cool? I mean, you understand?” He paused just long enough to see Zeno nod, panting too hard right then to manage proper words. “All right: you asked for it.”

Slotting his fat green cockhead into the dent of Zeno’s well-lubricated vent, Leatherhead didn’t even hesitate as he jammed his prick into the triceraton’s tailhole, grunting deep in his throat as he slammed himself in, right up to the hilt. Both males grit their teeth, feeling their passions going out of control, before Leatherhead gave a loud crocodilian bellow, instinct overriding all reason, and started to pound the other male’s butt for all he was worth!

“Leatherhead,” gasped out Zeno breathlessly, his cock bobbing beneath him, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as his whole body spasmed, clenching down in the throes of strange pleasures he’d never fully explored as even being possible. “Leatherhead!”

“That’s right,” snarled the big gator, working his hips, gyrating them just like he’d done with the Turtles back in the day. “Say my name like you mean it!”

By that point, though, Zeno wasn’t capable of saying much of anything. The big triceraton’s whole body was jerking, spasming with shocks of pleasure that shuddered through him with every rasp of Leatherhead’s scaly cock against his prostate, or deeper still, against the many nameless pleasure-giving points of light (or so it felt like) deep within his body. Used to being dominant, in control, overpowering, Zeno had no defenses against the pleasure that now washed over him, and through him, and into him, until all his reality centered upon it, upon the point where his body was being filled by Leatherhead’s.

“Zeno,” growled Leatherhead suddenly. “Zeno, I’m gonna cum. I can’t…hold back.”

Words. Meaningless words. But just hearing them was enough for Zeno, enough to send him over the edge. Bellowing long and loud, the hulking male made the walls shake, letting everyone in the supposedly soundproofed rooms to either side of the apartment that the Undefeated Zeno was getting thoroughly nailed, and loving every moment! Ropes of thick, potent cum painted the sheets, his chest, the bedposts, the wall, all liberally, copiously, turning them all a cream-glazed white. And when Leatherhead’s own orgasm gushed inside him, Zeno came as well for the second time, his head jerked straight up by the force of raw pleasure slamming into him, even his bellowing coming to an end, cut off suddenly by a jolt of erotic enjoyment so great, even the mighty Zeno couldn’t endure it for long.

Bodies warm as they lay side by side on the tangled sheets, Leatherhead’s head resting on Zeno’s arm, curled up on his side, almost like a cat, while Zeno lay on his back, the two lovers lay there, basking in afterglow. No words were needed, because they understood each other without saying a thing. Their tails entwined, squeezing against each other, sharing through the language of the body what speech could never convey.

Khida ‘Kuttinee lovingly caressed his daughter’s lower mandibles, before his hands found the knot of her robe, and he gently slid the sheer fabric down her supple, beautiful body, laying her smooth, mottled grey skin bare in the pleasantly warm room. Naked, she pressed back into her father’s strong frame, then started as she felt him pressing against her bottom, hard and stiff.

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Taking a step forward, Thepa paused a moment, looking coyly over her shoulder at her father, giving him ample opportunity to run his eyes down her sleekly feminine form from the rear, and then turned, taking her time, letting him admire every bit of her. Turned now to face the older sangheili, Thepa’s eyes dropped almost immediately to Khida’s groin, and soon widened: her father had nothing to be ashamed of in his nudity, that was certain.

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“I am ready to offer myself to my father,” Thepa intoned in the ancient ritual, doing her best to keep the slight tremor of nervousness from her voice. “The instrument which quickened me within my mother shall now be the instrument by which I pass from childhood into adulthood.”

“Kneel then, daughter,” Khida answered, resting a hand on his daughter’s head as she obeyed, “and pay proper respect to the instrument that shall make you a true woman.”

Meekly, like a proper daughter should, Thepa took her father’s penis in her hands, caressing the firm grey shaft with slow, loving strokes. Leaning in, she rubbed the side of her mandibles up against the firm member, her mouthparts twitching as she felt herself growing almost drunk on her father’s heady, masculine scent. Pulling back slightly, she admired the proud masculinity in her hands, dark eyes wide with her eagerness, then bent forward, her mouthparts parting to wrap, slowly and carefully, around the shaft of her father’s organ.

Among the sangheili for generations uncounted, veneration of one’s forebears, living and dead, was a prime part of their culture. With such a background, it was only natural that parents, or sometimes grandparents, would be the ones to introduce children to the vast ocean of erotic experience that came with adulthood. Parents showed their love for their children, and children showed their respect for their parents, but more than that, this awakening of sexual pleasure also clearly signaled the change to new relationships, as children and parents now saw each other in a different light, as equals capable of enjoying sexual relations. Such relations were expected to be learning experiences, of course, and would eventually come to an end when the children found their own mates in due progress of time. All the same, Khida saw no reason why he shouldn’t enjoy this moment with his precious daughter while he had it. She’d proven herself many times over in the course of their adventures to be a strong, brave, and capable warrior. She had more than earned the right to receive his seed. She…and one other.

“Does our guest wish to participate in the ritual?” asked Khida of the empty air, not taking his eyes from where his daughter was eagerly bobbing her head, her mandibles splaying wide as she took his prick into her throat. “It seems somehow disrespectful if all you do is watch.”

There was a slight distortion in the air near the window, and suddenly, Nobody was standing there. Reaching up, she removed her mask and laid it aside on a nearby end table, looking more than a little sheepish, her legs pressed together, hands clasped in front of her in obvious contrition.

“Yes, I understand,” Khida assured the yautja girl, even as Thepa paused to look curiously at the newcomer, wide-eyed and very eager to please her daddy in any way possible. “You are leaving us soon, for reasons I do not know and probably would not understand, and came to let us know, only to come upon this ritual between myself and my daughter. Normally I would use some sort of protection, but the barrier devices available here do not function well for a sangheili, so I shall claim her bareback and hope that I do not make my own grandchildren.” Finally, he looked up, his gaze calm and steady. “You will join her, my beautiful Thepa, and we three shall make love. In your turn, I shall have you as barebacked as my daughter, and perhaps I shall give my daughter a sibling, and you something by which you may remember me always.”

Nobody hesitated a moment longer, before seeing Thepa’s inviting motion of her head, her expression open and welcoming, her nipples rigid with arousal at the thought of sharing her night of passion with another. Reaching up, the yautja carefully slid her mesh netting down her body, laying her smooth yellow skin truly bare before the sangheili. Hesitation now gone, Nobody knelt by Thepa’s side, and, as the she-sangheili pulled off her father’s penis and shifted it to the side in open invitation, engulfed Khida’s smooth, firm shaft to the hilt in her yielding mouth, inner sphincters clamping down tightly as her mouth-fingers spread wide apart to accommodate him.

Trading off, taking turns, each young female took their time, allowing each other plenty of time to savor the taste of the potent male standing over them, his hands resting on their heads, lovingly caressing their skins, feeling the slight variances in texture between their species. Soon, however, they both began to press their mouths against the sides of Khida’s swollen shaft, suckling, each in her own way, up and down the turgid grey member.

Thepa’s mouth was much like that of a human, which might have come as a surprise to anyone who’d never enjoyed the oral attentions of a sangheili, her mouthparts able to cup themselves into an effective faux-jaw. The end effect was somewhere between a blowjob and a handjob, as her mandibles squeezed and stroked against hard, hot manflesh, her tongue, accessible only very close to her throat, making short, loving dabs up and down the veins visible through his smooth, silky skin.

By contrast, Nobody’s mouth was an experience like none other. Lacking a tongue, and unable to do much manipulation with the mandibles surrounding her mouth, Nobody nevertheless had one significant advantage: her mouth’s inner labia had incredible muscle control. The moment she pressed her vagina-like lips against Khida’s penis, Nobody could suction against him like a limpet, inner muscles working with all the power and skill of a well-trained kundalini’s vaginal walls.

Pressing their mouths together, mandibles caressing each other, Thepa faced Nobody across her father’s penis. Tilting her head slightly, she began to pretend she was kissing the other girl, moving her mouth against firm prickskin in slow, loving movements. Seeing what Thepa was doing, Nobody mirrored the movement, unable to resist a trill of rising excitement as she pressed her body closer, then closer still, until she was wetly lavishing attention on her side of Khida’s erection, her yellow-tinted nipples pressing against Thepa’s dark grey ones.

“Press your thighs against each other,” Khida suggested, a foot lightly nudging his daughter into the proper position, one thigh right between Nobody’s. “Yes, like that. Now press upward, against her sex…good girl.”

Nobody stiffened at the initial contact, feeling as though she’d been electrified. Encouraged by this reaction, Thepa started to rock back and forth, mandibles wrapping around her father’s shaft near the head as she did so, her head turning from side to side as she stroked him, stroking Nobody at the same time with her grinding movements. Soon, Nobody got the hint, and started to do the same, slick, wet sangheili juices swiftly flowing down her mottled yellow thigh as Thepa moaned loudly around her mouthful of daddycock.

With both beautiful girls grinding against each other below him, mouthparts stroking and suckling him on either side as his daughter’s moans and Nobody’s churring clicks filled his ears, Khida found his warrior’s discipline rapidly failing him. Giving a short, sharp grunt, his rump tensed as he went up almost onto the toes of his broad jacklegs.

“I’m going to orgasm soon, girls,” he warned, voice tense, hips starting to thrust as spurts of precum spattered against the insides of the girls’ spread mouthparts. “Please prepare yourselves.”

Prepare themselves they did, moving harder now, encouraged by his words, taking them, and his impending orgasm, as a sign that they’d done a good job. Harder, faster they ground together, rocking back and forth, slurping messily on Khida’s rigid erection, making up in enthusiasm what they lacked in technique. Moments later, Khida went fully up on his toetips, his many leg muscles tensing. Reading his body language with all the skill of a trained warrior or huntress, both girls pulled back to the end of his penis, mouthparts spreading wide as they tilted their faces upward. With a short barking exclamation, Khida started to cum, spurting thick, hot seed over the mouths of both his daughter and their new friend, painting their faces with his jism.

Up on the bed, soon it was Khida’s turn to repay the favors shown him by the two girls offering themselves to him. Mouthparts spread wide, he plunged his short tongue into his daughter’s trembling sex, making her stiffen at the sudden intrusion. Then his mouthparts clamped down tightly around her clenching cunny, and she couldn’t hold back a loud squeal, her legs kicking wildly to either side of his head, held apart only by his powerful hands on her inner thighs. With a jerk to thrust his mouth even more firmly against and into her inner walls, Khida soon had his daughter bucking on the bed, her back arching as she grabbed at the sheets, and then at Nobody’s offered hands, her own mouthparts out of control, flexing at different rates and in different directions as her father showed her that he had as much mastery in the bedroom as he did on the battlefield.

Almost as soon as Thepa’s muscular bottom started to lower back to the bedclothes, Khida was sliding up between her legs, resting the backs of her jacklegs’ knees on his own kneecaps, rigid erection thrust out before him. With Nobody watching, wide-eyed, Khida angled his shaft slightly, rubbing it against Thepa’s juicy, heavily-leaking slit, then thrust inside, making her squeal again, her whole body almost lifting right off the bed with the force of pleasure that jolted through her.

Pausing a moment, Khida reached forward, gripping Nobody’s hip, pulling her into a strange kiss. As their mouths parted, the elite male guided Nobody back just so, until the yautja’s cunny was positioned right over his daughter’s mouth.

“Please her, dear one,” Khida murmured lovingly to Thepa. “Please her as I pleased you.”

Blinking at these words, Nobody seemed momentarily taken aback. Only for a moment, however, as Thepa’s head lifted, her mandibles spreading wide, then clamping shut around Nobody’s bare quim, before starting to flex in ways that were literally impossible for a human to duplicate. Whatever Thepa was doing, however, it must have been the right thing, because Nobody’s own mouthparts almost immediately went slack, her eyes glassy, her inner thighs starting to tremble at the rush of sudden stimulation that rocked through her. Then, when Khida started to thrust into his daughter, Nobody couldn’t hold back a loud roar! of ecstasy as Thepa did all she could to share the same pleasure her father was giving her with her new friend.

Silencing Nobody’s roar with another kiss, cutting her off suddenly, Khida picked up his pace, making Thepa’s breasts bounce as he rode her with a smooth rocking motion. His back and bottom were tense as he clenched them, holding himself in, letting him control himself, control his passions as surely as he controlled his soul in the chaos of war. Again he drove into his daughter, making her squirm as she cried out directly into Nobody’s trembling sex, and again, and still more, building up a steady tattoo against her inner thighs as his flesh slapped against hers, his sac swinging heavily every time it met her muscled rump.

Long minutes passed like this, Khida feeling his daughter’s contractions as she came, and came again, bucking upward into his offered pleasure with each rush of sensation as he tickled the gates to her womb with the very tip of his pride. Suddenly, Thepa decided to change the game, to take some of her father’s control away and use it for her own pleasure. Her legs snapped up, then wrapped around his hips, pulling him in, keeping him there, making him pump harder, faster, filling her up with the same frantic motions of her own eager, energetic, youthful body. It was just too much! It just felt too good!

Snarling like a wild animal, Khida opened up, giving his daughter exactly what she wanted, holding back nothing, letting her have everything he had. Then, with a wild cry, shared by Thepa’s muffled voice as Nobody’s body arched upward, roaring with another orgasm, he filled her with his potent seed, cum gushing out around his invading organ when no more room was left inside her to contain it all.

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Long moments later, Thepa lay on her side, breathing more slowly more, more evenly as she watched her father rutting Nobody from behind, making the yautja girl’s taut buns bounce with every vigorous thrust. He was through trying to control himself! He would tame this wild girl, take her, make her his! Casually, her inner fires of desperate need finally quenched, Thepa leaned over, her hands caressing and squeezing Nobody’s dangling breasts, teasing her dark yellow nipples, almost milking them with her motions. When she wrapped her mouthparts around one breast, working it against Nobody’s yielding flesh, this seemed to be the final moment of ecstasy, as Nobody’s inner walls clamped down on Khida’s cock, her anal ring fluttering as she hunched back to meet his every vigorous thrust. And when she came, he came with her, both of them roaring to the ceiling, giving full voice to their shared pleasures.

[25% chance of impregnation – rolled 13 – Nobody now has a surprise inside]

A long time later, Nobody slid back into her mesh bodysuit, then replaced her mask. Behind her, Khida and Thepa would surely have loved to watch the shapely, muscular yautja girl as she bent to fit her feet into the netting of the stealth suit, then pull it up her toned body, fitting it over her small breasts. Neither of them noticed, however, because they were dozing, daughter’s head on father’s slowly rising chest, father’s arm around daughter’s shoulders, cuddled close.

Nobody had loved what had happened, and regretted nothing, but now was time for her to leave. She had a mission to fulfill, a sacred duty, and now was the time for her to go forth and conquer or perish.

Air crackling with ozone as she activated the stealth suit, Nobody slipped from the room as silently as she’d come.

Everything was happening so fast! Carmelita’s perfect coiffure was in disarray, free-flowing around her shoulders once more. Her dress, sheer and shimmering red, soon fell free as well, dropping to the floor at her feet, joining the scattered parts of an elegant tuxedo suit and a well-worn spacer’s jumpsuit. Sly’s skills as a thief, and Rocket’s as a mechanical engineer, served them well in denuding the helplessly willing woman now in their clutches. As Sly’s hands found her breasts, long fingers caressing her plump mounds with all the due skill expected of a gentleman, and Rocket’s work-roughened hand cupped Carmelita’s mound, grinding against her yielding pink flesh with all the primitive enthusiasm of a wild animal, the slim vixen felt her knees start to buckle, and soon found herself sitting on the edge of the hotel room’s bed.

Obviously sitting down was a serious mistake, because it simply opened up more places that Rocket could reach, sharing them quite contentedly with Sly. First her lips, Sly’s kiss sweet and deep and breathtaking, his hands caressing down her back and up to her breasts. This was a sharp contrast to Rocket’s kiss, eager, forceful, his hips arching, grinding his brutally thick, dark-skinned shaft against and into the folds of Carmelita’s sex. Soon she was falling back onto the bed, unable to resist the eager intensity of this near-animal savage, or the will-sapping touch of the man she knew she had no right loving.

They were gnawing on her breasts! Every lick or suckle or bite stole Carmelita’s ability to breathe, let alone to speak, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched, wide-eyed, while the two males into whose clutches she had so willingly fallen sucked on her nipples, one sweetly, the other roughly, both of them hitting parts of her that had needed their unique skills for so long, and which she had denied for just that long, trying to lose herself in her work, in her duty, in her responsibility.

Taking a moment to compare and contrast, Carmelita looked over the two males. Sly Cooper was tall, lean, agile, his body honed with the precision of a master acrobat, his fingers long and slender and dexterous, perfectly suited for picking locks and pockets with equal ability. His penis, clearly visible and fully erect above a plump handful of a sac, was much like its owner: long and slender, a finely-honed rapier, a tool perfectly suited to allow its user to show off his expert skill. Rocket Raccoon, on the other hand, was short and broad, his body roughly chiseled into the form most ideal for a sturdy, stocky brawler. Though smaller than Sly, he was more visibly muscular, and his prick was a perfect match for its owner: startlingly big, thick and long, a sizable piece of meat meant for pummeling a lover into total, sexually-blissed submission.

All opportunity for further observation came to an abrupt end, then, when Sly suddenly lifted Carmelita’s legs, draping them over his shoulders, his muzzle descending on her puffy quim. Rocket grinned toothily as he saw the fun Sly was having, and turned himself around as he climbed on top of Carmelita, shoving his balls almost right in her face as he positioned himself, sixty-nine, and bent his head to start licking the vixen’s sex right above where Sly was working, both of them teasingly dancing around her clitty, ignoring how much she was squirming in need – those bastardi! They knew she wanted them, wanted them to let her cum, to find the relief she knew they could give her, and they were deliberately denying her what she wanted! She opened her mouth wide to tell these rude, inconsiderate boys just what she thought of them…except Rocket took that as a cue to cram his mutant meat missile right to the hilt in her slim little muzzle, stopping just barely shy of choking her! The brute!

“You know the lady best,” Rocket casually addressed Sly, seemingly unconcerned with how roughly he was rutting Carmelita’s mouth – almost her throat! – with his downward-hunching hips, while he was gradually working his entire hand into her drenched depths (not quite as big a stretch as it might have been from someone with bigger hands – Rocket’s were actually about the same size as his penis). “What kinda kinks does she have? If we’re gonna split this dame, I want her walking funny for days afterward, and you’re the one who’s gotta know the best ways to do it.”

“Well,” Sly replied with the same casual air, even as the fingers of one hand arched upward just above Rocket’s thrusting fist, stroking Carmelita’s G-spot with expert precision. “She’s actually quite fond of anal sex, though she’s far too embarrassed to admit it. I think it’s because she feels the need to be degraded, probably a result of too much time spent with a holier-than-thou attitude. The bigger the object penetrating her, the better.”

“She likes it up the tailpipe ‘cause she’s usually got a broom up there,” Rocket summed up with a nod, ignoring Carmelita’s muffled wail as Sly slipped a well-lubed finger of his other hand into her tailhole (though where he’d found time to lube himself up, she would probably never know). “Sounds like she’s gonna want me barging in the back door, while you slip in the front. Which sounds fair to me, since I don’t got any condoms on me, and she’s your lady. What about you? Any rubbers?”

“Not part of my usual equipment,” Sly answered with a cheeky smile, both males ignoring Carmelita as she kicked her legs to either side of Sly’s head, while beating (though without as much force as she probably should have put into it) on Rocket’s toned buns. “But here’s something interesting.”

Tilting her head as much as she could with a mouthful of Rocket cock, Carmelita’s eyes widened as she saw what dangled from Sly’s outstretched fingers: her handcuffs!

“Mmm!”

“Handy,” said Rocket, working his hips harder to keep Carmelita from wriggling too much as Sly crawled up onto the bed, deftly took Carmelita’s wrists in his, and snapped them snugly to the bedstand. “Hey,” he then addressed the vixen just barely shy of choking on his pumping shaft, “keep it up back there, ‘kay? You want me extra slick, considering how tight your tailhole is.”

The full realization of how helpless she really was crashing in on her – and, worse still, how much that realization was turning her on – Carmelita gave a soft, pleading whimper, and started to meekly bob her head as best she could, closing her eyes and holding her breath as Rocket’s balls slapped against her forehead, deep-throating her forcefully as his hand opened, still inside her, fingers curling upward, rasping against her inner walls until her whole world went white.

By the time Carmelita regained enough of her senses to realize what was going on, she had the taste of raccoon in her mouth (a taste she knew all too well from many prior experiences, none of which would have pleased her supervisors to know about), and was squeezed tightly between two of the roguish ringtails. No fool, Carmelita was perfectly well aware that both of the males now handling her breasts and stroking her belly had rap sheets as long as she was tall. They were bad, and it should be them wearing the handcuffs, not her! She was just opening her mouth to say so, to tell them exactly what they deserved, where they should go, and how to get there, when Sly captured her mouth with his, his tongue slipping so easily into her mouth, stroking against her own. Rocket’s kisses were quite an experience, certainly, but Sly’s…Sly’s kisses always made Carmelita swoon, her mind going blank, all her years of training and study gone in a heartbeat.

So caught up in the kiss was Carmelita, that she barely noticed Sly rolling her toward him, onto her side, until his long shaft was rubbing against the tightly-clasped folds of her cunny. For a moment she tried to pull away, tried to protest, her words muffled against Sly’s lips. Then any attempts at words were cut off by a soft shriek as someone grabbed her long black hair, and pulled it roughly, drawing her head back, breaking the kiss.

“You’re a noisy vix,” Rocket chuckled, his other hand now gripping Carmelita’s tail, tugging on it just as hard as he pulled on her hair, the combination of sensations too much for her to endure, turning any words she might have gotten out into a garbled mess of moans and grunts. “Noisy and needy. But then, I guess all hot women are to some degree.” He leaned in close, his heavy shaft hotdogging between the vixen’s toned cheeks. “And you, lady, are smokin’!”

In that moment, Sly’s plump glans found the gates of her cunny as he arched his hips back slightly, his sweet buns thrusting slightly outward, tail lifting enough so that, if she lifted her head a little, Carmelita could admire his butt – one of her favorite pastimes while chasing the ringtailed thief. Then his hips rolled forward, the motion smooth and precise, and a moment later, Carmelita’s mouth was gaping wide, jaws slack, cunny stuffed to the brim with cooncock.

“Oh yeah!” exclaimed Rocket, baring his feral-sharp teeth as his oversized cockhead nudged against Carmelita’s tailhole, then popped inside, one hand tugging hard on her long hair as his hips drove forward, then ground against her wide-stretched buns. “You are tiiiight!”

“He’s right, you know,” Sly murmured, his voice soft and sweet in her ear as he stroked his muzzle against her cheek. “You’re beautiful, Carmelita, inside and out. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Eyes rolling back into her head, Carmelita opened her mouth in a wordless cry as she was squeezed tightly between the two passionate males filling her to the brim with their rigid manhoods. She shouldn’t be doing this…and even if she did, she shouldn’t enjoy it…she shouldn’t love it, crave more, need it so desperately that she could scream!

But she did.

“Yes!” cried out the vixen, squirming eagerly between her lovers, trying somehow to thrust back into Rocket at the same time she was thrusting forward into Sly, only to have them meet her in the middle, making her feel sooooo full. “Yes! Rut me like an animal! Use me like a slut! I need this…I deserve this! I’m nothing but-mmmf!”

Sly’s sweet kiss cut off Carmelita’s words once more, saving her from humiliating herself further. Then his hips and Rocket’s started to move in tandem hitting spots withing Carmelita she’d never realized existed before, and she gave herself up to the pleasure, her vision going to white in an explosion of sweet bliss.

Mirage stroked the pool again, shifting the scene. There was Scooby Doo, savagely pounding Velma, while Daphne lay nearby, flushed and leaking his cum from her ravaged sex. Both girls were already starting to show the fur of lycanthropy, turning into shapes more appropriate to their new role as Scooby snatches. They were also sporting quite prominent baby bumps, obviously far along in their pregnancies, likely a result of some of the stray magic roaming around the Pyramid Casino. On the other side of the bed (neither Scooby nor Brain seemed to understand the concept of a human bed), Brain was finishing rutting Penny for…was it the eighth time now? Tenth? A glance into Penny’s mind made it quite clear that the pigtailed blonde cutie had completely lost track, and lost most of her higher brain functions at the same time. She’d likely get them back, eventually…if Brain could stop screwing her and her two friends, Atsuko and Kayla, for long enough.

“Fat chance of that,” snorted the she-cat goddess, brushing the pool’s surface once more.

Mmm, quite a sight, there! Pretty much as soon as his shift ended, the Pink Panther made the moves on Blacksad and company. M’ress was hardly immune, and had swiftly been swept up by the two suave and sexy males, as had Josie, Melody, and Valerie.

Another sweep across the pool, and Mirage was admiring Danger Mouse’s tight mousey butt as Kitty Katswell slid his trousers down, kneeling before him as she did so, her eyes growing quite wide indeed with delight at the sizable kitty treat she’d uncovered.

Another sweep, and there was Mewtwo, on all-fours, meekly lapping Mew’s greedy cunny as she held his head, smiling down at him with a look of almost beatific innocence – the naughty little slut-a-mon! Standing nearby, holding one end of a leash attached to a collar affixed to Mewtwo’s neck was Lucario, smirking as he watched the show, his own penis at least as hard as Mewtwo’s own.

“How the mighty have fallen,” chuckled Mirage, tapping the pool once, obscuring its endless visions with ripples. “And so much sweet energy for me to tap. Helping these do-gooders has proven most profitable indeed. I’m not even sure why I bothered serving the side of Evil anymore: the payout is so minimal compared to my present abundance.” She glanced over her shoulder at the Dark Queen, bounteous breasts heaving as she lay across an altar, the scar where her heart had been removed, placing her in Mirage’s eternal servitude, only barely visible now. “Too bad for you that you didn’t learn that lesson yourself, my dear. Perhaps, if there is such a thing as reincarnation, you’ll learn from the mistake in your next life.” Then Mirage sashayed over to the altar, an ornate golden dildo finding its way into her hand as she approached her helpless victim. “But probably not: you always were a dumb bimbo.”

“Mmm!” the Dark Queen tried to protest around the phallic gag filling her mouth. “MMMMM!” she finally squealed, then, as Mirage brought the dildo to bear.

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In the morning, Sly made Carmelita and Rocket pancakes. As was to be expected from a skilled player like himself, they were delicious.

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