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Entry 64

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis and gryfalcon

Coughing mightily as she stepped out of the cloud of smoke surrounding her, Magica De Spell waved her hand before her face to clear the air a little. The other hand gripped that of a small, white duckling, who looked around fearfully, her eyes wide as she stared up at the bare-breasted, chitinous-bodied demoness who towered over her, then at the techno-organic pillars to which the many wriggling sacrifices, most of them around her own tender years, were bound in bones and strange flesh.

[Magica De Spell and Daisy -http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16380923/

Magica De Spell clothed and sexy -http://www.furaffinity.net/view/22873067/

http://ducktits.deviantart.com/art/Magica-The-Wicked-120454180

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Gmeen/535359/Magica-De-Spell

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

"This is why I always hate teleportation spells," declared the mistress of magic, before glaring up at Andariel with an arched brow. "You wanted me for some professional consultation, yah?"

"Yes," admitted the she-demon, curling her lip at the dark-haired duck, obviously regarding her as an unfortunate necessity, and making no effort to conceal her feelings on the subject. "It cost me a sacrifice to bring you here. I expect that it will be worth it."

"The one called Leggy Lamb?" Magica asked rhetorically, before waving her free hand once more, this time dismissively. "Yah, yah, she's with Wile E. Coyote. I even left a little spell on her hymen, so when he puts his big schlong in her, I'll get a boost in magic for my troubles. I've been doing that to a lot of the prisoners back at the Headquarters of Evil, actually. With all the sick stuff going on there, it's only a matter of time before I become almost a goddess myself." She rolled her eyes, dragging Webby along with her as she strode confidently toward the center of the room. "Which is about the amount of power I'll need if I'm going to survive someone like Bowser or Ganon sticking a tallywhacker in me. I've had to be very careful to avoid Maleficent: she's determined to see everyone with a vagina get hammered by that big turtle boyfriend of hers! At least Shere Khan is a gentleman about it...when he feels like it. And with me, he'd better, considering how much coincidental magic I've worked for him."

"Please, Miss De Spell," Webby dared to query, her voice trembling with fear. "Please, I don't want to become a witch."

"Did I ask you what you wanted, you little waif?" snorted Magica in derision, rolling her eyes as she glanced back at Andariel. "You see what I must live with? Girls with talent are so hard to find, but all she wants to do is use her natural gifts to make friends with animals. Disgusting! I was more than half-tempted to give her to Shere Khan along with those little mice, after their shipment to War World was cancelled after this station went critical." Then she paused, looking thoughtful. "Perhaps I still will, when I can be there to properly tutor her. She needs to learn some time that a proper witch always swallows when giving a beakjob, after all, to say nothing of needing to be flexible when accommodating schwangenschtumpfs of all shapes and sizes."

"The ritual?" Andariel prompted, her patience finally running thin at the tendency of the witch duck to ramble.

"Oh yah, the ritual," Magica exclaimed, before turning to face Vanilla the rabbit. Eyebrows raising, and completely heedless of little Cream, bound nearby, Magica cupped and then hefted both of the rabbit mother's full, rounded breasts, nodding in distinct approval.

"Wh-what are you doing?" gasped the orange-haired bunnymom, wincing as Magica let a light spark of pleasure magic zap through her fingertips.

"Just starting what should have been gotten started long past," Magica declared with a grin, before glancing over at Max Hare, leaning nearby, smug and self-confident. "Hmm...boytoy?" she asked, looking at Andariel.

"Essentially," admitted the demoness with the faintest of blushes. "He's...surprisingly good."

"Well and good," Magica declared. "He'll do as a spare battery. As will you, you little urchin!" she added, swinging Webby around, then slapping the teenage duckgirl's back against another column, spines of bone and flesh swiftly encasing Webby's wrists, while others wrapped around her narrow waist. "Don't worry - this won't hurt...ah, who am I kidding? This will hurt a lot! BWAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAA..."

Rolling her eyes as Magica burst into peels of maniacal cackling, Andariel glanced briefly at the glowing eyes of the GlaDOS Combine, peering out through Clockwerk as he hunched nearby, then shrugged, her spiked spiderlike limbs curling into the motion.

"Much as I find these mad types distasteful," she admitted quietly to the ever-watchful electronic eye, "I can feel her power already flowing into the ritual. Barring unexpected incident, this entire station will become a bomb, an explosive device that will tear right through the dimensional barriers on War World, and free the one we all serve. Chernobog will be freed for certain, and we will all get what we've always wanted."

"Fortunate that in an infinite universe, there's always plenty to go around," remarked KOMPLEX through the voicebox of the gigantic robotic owl. "Even for your kind, I think."

"Barring unexpected incident," added GlaDOS, ever-practical.

"Of course," Andariel assured the metal-faced owl with a smile that had only a trace of the typical demonic smugness one came to expect from dealings with the Infernal Realms.

"Incidents...do happen," added SHODAN in her stuttering tones.

*

[25% chance of pregnancy - rolled 12 - the Sailor Scouts are knocked up with demonbabies]

"Ah!" sighed the Lord of Change, letting his strange, purple-scaled penis with its featherlike protuberances pop free of Sailor Mercury's thoroughly gaped cunny, letting her slump onto her face. "That was a fine lay! These super-mortals are the best!"

"The only ones that can survive our attentions," agreed the Bloodthirster, gripping Sailors Mars' upturned bum, his thick talons digging into her tender pink flesh, considering her delicate anal ring. "Even this," he added, fitting the bulbous head of his demoncock against the snug rosette...then thrust inside, making the young brunette's eyes grow huge, her mouth gaping for a beat...before she wailed loudly. Her fellow Sailor Scouts similarly cried out as each of their demonic rapists decided that they also wanted more out of their chosen vessel. All of them, that is, except for Sailor Moon.

"Huh," grunted Diabla, looking down at her rather sudden lack of a penis, one hand resting on Serena's head as she held the blonde teen on her knees before the rather suddenly feminine Lord of Terror. "This is familiar. Apparently I'm still bound by the limitations of the last mortal host I used to manifest." Then she shrugged, dragging Sailor Moon's dazed face forward, mashing Serena's mouth against her quim. "Might as well make use of you while you're here," the Lord of Terror added with a casual shrug, even as Sailor Moon looked up at her with heavy-lidded eyes, her will mostly broken now, unable to resist the demonic impulse to obey.

"What a mess," grumbled Skeletor, looking down from one of the many overhangs to the room, the result of the chaotic energies and fleshy growths that had come into being with the Hellstation's change into something more suitable for its monstrous inhabitants. "How am I supposed to get my minions back if they're all mindless sex slaves?"

"Shut up," Laharl snapped, glancing back at the bone-faced wizard. "It's your fault we're even here in the first place!"

"Don't be silly, Your Highness," giggled Etna, giving Teela and the Sorceress a reassuring smile, as the pair had been hanging around nearby, and fortuitously run into Throttle, Modo, and Vinnie before anyone - or anything - else got to them. "We'd have come here anyway, just to grind some ex-pees."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Laharl admitted in one of his rare moments of candor. "Still, all that bonehead's whining is getting on my nerves."

Down below, most faces stayed focused on their present activities. Most, but not all. Swift Wind glanced up, his eyebrows arching, and then smirked when he saw Skeletor standing there. For a moment, all hearts stopped. But then, rather than make any sort of fuss, Swift Wind simply continued as he'd been doing, enjoying the tang of Shadow Weaver's juices on his broad, questing tongue.

"He...he wasn't corrupted after all," Teela got out, blinking. "It was all an act."

"No, dear daughter," the Sorceress gently corrected the redheaded fighter. "He's quite corrupt. I can feel it radiating off of him. But he's chosen another master to serve, one that he thinks will reward him more handsomely, and with more success."

Skeletor turned his head from side to side, empty eyesockets meeting each gaze suddenly directed toward him.

"If this is going to be a staring contest," he quipped, folding his arms, "you should all get comfortable: this could take a while."

"You have to admit, Lord Skeletor," Evil-Lyn added with a wry smirk as she motioned with her head, directing Nova and Widowmaker to take up positions around the perimeter of the room, "your reputation precedes you. Deservedly."

"Hmph," pouted the blue-skinned wizard, or at least as well as he could without any facial expressions.

"We're not waiting long," Throttle said softly, motioning to his bros. "I don't know where Weez and that pink goat chick went, or that weird little rabbit thing either, but we don't have any time left. We stay here," he motioned toward Sailor Saturn, her anguished face turned upward, as though praying desperately, while Kuromaru continued to grind her pudenda across the fleshy protuberances of his twisted sawhorse-like body construction, "and she's gonna get the same those other girls are getting."

"And there's no way we're letting any cute girls get nailed against their will," Throttle added with a firm nod. "Not while we're here to do something about it."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" said Freya, glancing toward Lassie as the rough collie nodded affirmation, spinning the cylinder of one nickel-plated revolver. "Let's get 'em."

*

Doomguy coughed, then spat. Red and wet and thick. Sneering into his helmet, he glanced down at the furry bunnygirl. She was worried, her big eyes all round and wet and sad. Aw, poor bunny...cat...person...thing. Reaching down, he patted the cute thing on the head, nice and gentle, the same way he'd done with his bunny, way back...

His bunny!

Hours now, Doomguy had been wandering the corridors. He'd taken hits from creatures found on no terrestrial-like planet. The only thing holding his guts in place right now were the scraps of cerami-steel plates he'd found lying around, leftovers from the former robotic guards, now turned to his purposes. The only thing keeping him going was a refusal to fail Ryo-Ohki...and pure, unbribled rage.

Ammo low. Chainsaw out of gas. Berserker drugs completely spent. Behind him lay scenes of carnage and brutality that would make Pol Pot quail in horror, and more demons than could be found on several layers of Hell itself.

But Hell had an infinite number of layers, Dante notwithstanding - Doomguy knew. Doomguy had seen...

Musings were interrupted, then, at the low, throaty grunt of a maultotaur, before the massive beast stepped out from behind another bend in the seemingly endless maze of the inner corridors surrounding the core. Grimacing behind the faceplate of his helmet, Doomguy hefted his shotgun in one hand, his pistol in the other, the rest of his ammo long gone.

"Bring...bring it on."

Before he could pull the trigger, however, the entire corridor lit up in a blaze of flashing rainbow light, and suddenly the maulotaur was just...gone.

Stepping out from the other side of the T-intersection was a tall, completely naked woman with wavy black hair, and a body so solidly-muscled - so absolutely flawless - that for a moment Doomguy was pretty sure he was looking at an angel, or maybe a goddess. Something that was definitely not human. But when the rosy-cheeked blonde girl with the weird-looking wand stepped up behind the tall woman, flanked by a rather ordinary-looking, brown-haired human boy, Doomguy realized that he'd just been saved by...well, whoever they were, they weren't gods...exactly. And when he saw the pink-skinned goatwoman who stepped up to stand next to the brunette in the front, he knew they weren't gods!

"Get down!" snarled Doomguy, leveling the shotgun at the demon spawn!

Except the demon spawn just arched her eyebrow at Doomguy, looking at him until he started to feel properly foolish, then lowered the weapon.

"Sorry," he finally said, apologizing. "Had...had a really bad day."

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

He was tumbling then, and would have fallen flat on his face, except for the catgirls to either side, gripping his arms, wrapping them over their shoulders. Well...one of them was a catgirl, anyway. The other...was very definitely a cat-woman.

"My face is up here," purred the dark-haired woman with the feline features and the strange silver mask. "Not that I mind you looking elsewhere."

"The core's over this way," said a nasal voice, and Doomguy saw that it was a lean grey weasel. A weasel who was very definitely not of this world.

"So you say," snorted a blue-green...creature, something almost like a horse, but with reptilian qualities as well, and maybe a bit of kangaroo. "I still don't trust you any, though."

"It's true!" protested the weasel. "I don't wanna die here! This whole station's a giant hellbomb, and it's all set to blow! Everybody else has a way off, but not me - I wasn't supposed to even be here! I'm supposed to be on the planet itself, helping with the ground crews."

"All right," said a shortish, tightly-muscled white dog with a distinctive black lightning bolt on each flank, joining the little knot of people in that tight space. "Let me look at our friend here...hello bunny," he added, patting Ryo-Ohki on her head, before frowning at Doomguy, then blinking in obvious surprise as his eyes glowed softly. "How are you even alive?" he asked incredulously.

"Nobody told me I had to die," answered Doomguy with a bloody-mouthed grin.

"I've got him," said the girl with the wand, holding the glowing rod up to Doomguy's face. "You go find a way into the core. That's where we've got to get if we don't wanna die here, after all."

"Something like a big red button?"

The speaker in this case was a very short rabbit...thing, with a funny dark purple hood over her ears, and a practiced evil expression. Having stared into the face of true evil plenty of times before, however, Doomguy wasn't fooled - he knew a poser when he saw one.

"Yeah," the weasel approved, nodding eagerly. "That's just what we're looking for!"

"Oh," the more-or-less evil rabbit replied. "Well...I _might_have seen something like that around...but maybe you can make it worth my time...? Hey!"

On the periphery of the group, another rabbit, this one tall and lean, with a curved sword in his hands, and a hunched figure in a heavy cloak were already standing next to the big, glowing red button in question, the cloaked figure pressing it with a hand that was far too large and gnarled to be anything even vaguely human. Standing right by them was a gold-scaled snake-woman, with a long tail instead of legs, who seemed to be regarding the rabbits in the group - all of them - in a manner that made Doomguy very uneasy.

"You...you meanie!" the more-or-less evil rabbit protested, walking up to the cloaked figure and kicking him in the shins with all her...rather less than significant might. "Don't you know that it's rude not to offer a girl a drink before pushing her buttons?"

"Uh, I'll have to owe you one, Kuromi," the tall grey rabbit said with a slightly bemused smile. "Goris here's...well, he's not all that caught up on basic etiquette."

"Well," the tiny hooded rabbit considered this for a moment, then folded her arms, pouting, though she did still nod. "Fine! But you both owe me big!"

A passage was sliding smoothly open, a wall sinking into the floor as they spoke. Doomguy already felt better, and could tell that whatever was messed up inside of him wasn't wrong anymore. The sensible thing to do, of course, would have been to bow out and take it easy, letting the others who'd joined with him take up the lion's share of the work. Doing anything else could very easily reopen all his prior wounds, and possibly even kill him.

Naturally, Doomguy was the first one in the door.

"C'mon," he barked, after he made sure that the white doggy was staying close to Ryo-Ohki, and the snake and the cats were keeping their distance - nobody was hurting his bunny while he had anything to say about it! - before he was rushing headlong into death and danger once again. And thank goodness his helmet had an air filter - somehow, he just knew that little guy with the stripes prancing along next to him, utterly devoid of fear, would've given him some problems otherwise.

Suddenly, however, Doomguy came up short, his head tilting up as a vast, white-furred _beast_filled his field of vision, its antlers scraping the ceiling of the Hellstation, making great drops of blood to splash on the ground by its immense paws. A tattered bandage covered the top half of the creature's face, or perhaps some sort of hood, and as it lowered its wolflike visage to his level, he could smell its horrible breath, like the stench of a thousand corpses. Long, feathery fur flowed around the creature as it moved with a strange, hideous purpose, lowering itself to look Doomguy straight in the face. Baring its fangs, its mouth filled with more of them than seemed probable, its red tongue bright and lolling in anticipation for the slaughter, the creature moved forward, massive, black hands with obscenely long, scrabbling fingers already reaching for the green-clad space marine.

[http://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/Vicar+Amelia

https://officerpigeon.deviantart.com/art/Vicar-Amelia-660187757

https://lanveril.deviantart.com/art/Vicar-Amelia-547910055]

Just another day in the life.

*

"See," Ratchet said as he casually jammed the jumbo-sized cables he'd hauled out from the SpaceKat's engine core into one of the equally jumbo-sized plugs that he, together with T-Bone and Razor, had exposed, ripping off one of the Superstation's many massive metal panels to do so, "this is why it's always a bad idea to go landing where you've been shooting people down. Once you're on the ground with them, most of them have already decided that they don't like you anymore."

"They didn't like us much for starters," scoffed Talwyn, putting a neat hole in one of the onrushing Orks - fortunately, most of those greenskinned berserkers, as well as their pig-nosed orc relatives, had crashed much farther away on the Superstation surface.

"Perhaps the style classes I took would help all of you as well," Clank suggested, his onboard welding tools blazing brightly as he applied some jury-rigged adjustments to the plugs where the cables were meant to go, changing their shape so that the cables would fit. "They're all about how to make friends and influence people."

"I'm pretty sure that far too many of these people want to be our friends," Callie said worriedly, holding one of the ship's pistols, salvaged from the weapons locker, though she didn't seem inclined to fire it very much, unlike Felina Feral, who regularly unloaded bolts of flashing death whenever an enemy soldier popped his head up. "Especially the neogi: I know _exactly_what they do with their friends."

"That's nothing compared to the kilrathi," Dr. Abby Sinian stated, inspecting one of the many pillars that dotted the surface of the Superstation, pillars that had originally been intended as antenna arrays, to aid in jamming communications, and redirecting space traffic toward War World, but which now had a distinctly _organic_cast. "They regard the rape of their prisoners as a mark of honor, not just for them, but also for the ones they rape. By forcing themselves onto their foes, they demonstrate to their victims in a highly physical fashion that they regard them as worthy of a true warrior's lust. It might be the greatest honor they can bestow on the ones they take prisoner."

"Swell," growled Felina, her rifle flashing again as she cut down a wolfish vodoni. "And what about these other guys?"

"Well," Abby considered a moment, breaking her concentration on the pillar. "Orks don't reproduce sexually, but they have sex organs. Usually they forget about them, but sometimes they like to use them as a sort of weapon, using sex as just another way to engage in violence, with each other as well as with their enemies. Vodoni and scro, though...they're just horny," she concluded with a light blush.

"At least we have a scientific confirmation of it," Ann Gora quipped as she took a turn firing her own heavy blaster pistol, making one of the aforementioned vodoni duck behind another pillar with a yelp. "They are, in fact, typical horn dogs and sexist pigs."

Qwark, of course, didn't bother to try and keep up with the witty banter. Not that he couldn't, of course, but, well...he wasn't a terribly good shot. It was taking all of the big-chinned hero's concentration just to land the occasional hit with his classic disc-ended raygun. All in all, probably a fortunate thing, since whenever Qwark opened his mouth, Ratchet tended to get distracted, his onetime hero regularly causing the lombax a variety of significantly negative reactions. Reactions that could make the otherwise quite competent mechanic and all-around hero start doing really, really stupid things.

While Ratchet and the two SWAT Kats worked, however, and most of the others provided cover fire, none of them noticed how Angela Cross and Sasha Phyronix had grown suddenly quiet, staring straight ahead into one of the dark crevasses made by an intersection of the great pillars dotting the landscape. A pair of gleaming eyes stared back at them, holding them transfixed.

"Ssslaves," came the sibilant tones from the dark, "ssshould not be so overdressed."

Without hesitation, the fair-furred lombax and dark-furred cazar began undressing, Angela pulling her top over her head, while Sasha unbuttoned her double-breasted uniform, then peeled it open. To anyone who might have been watching, the comparison between the two was quite pleasant, Angela's breasts rather larger than Sasha's, her curves more shapely, while Sasha's body was small, firm, with tightly-compacted muscles. Both of the blue-eyed girls had glazed expressions as they obediently pushed their trousers down their legs, the sight far more alluring with Angela's far longer ones.

Once the pair were stripped down to their panties, tittering laughter came from the shadows.

"Mmm, yes - you'll both fetch a fine price on the auction block," cooed the liquid, sibilant voice, before a soft clicking sound could be heard. Soon after, a single long, sharp-edged leg stretched from the shadows, followed by another, and still more, before those legs dragged a medium-sized, bloated spider's body from the dark, capped with the sinuous head of an alien moray eel - a neogi!

[http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Neogi]

"Ah," mused the neogi, scratching its chin with a forelimb, "but perhaps I should test you for breeding abilities first. I know a great many of my...associates would dearly love to try them out for themselves. Those," it pointed to the girls' panties, "off. You aren't likely to need them ever again."

Slitted eyes gleamed in the darkness now as Angela and Sasha obeyed, baring their all to the thin atmosphere of the Superstation surface, and soon large, powerful feline figures stalked from the shadows, clad in the skintight spacers garb of pilots of the kilrathi empire. At the fore of his knot of felinoid warriors was one, in black and red, that the others gave a respectful distance. After all, in the society of the kilrathi, where females were given the roles of priestesses and other religious functionaries, any female who could earn the right to be a pilot had to be better than any of her peers.

[https://www.furaffinity.net/view/24143999/]

"Wow," came a rather familiar voice, and all eyes, feline and eel-like, turned to glare at Captain Qwark, who was staring straight at...well, he wasn't really paying any attention whatsoever to the kilrathi commander's face, that much was certain.

"Fortunately," the neogi hissed with a soft sigh, "I don't require that my victims look into _my_eyes. Now sleep, stupid one. We will wake you when we find some use for you. What that might be, though, I really could not say."

"Yes, master," said Qwark agreeably, immediately flopping onto his back. "Whatever you say, master."

"Not me!" snarled Callie Briggs, rounding on the enemies who'd crept up on her team unawares, brandishing her weapon. "Felina, Talwyn, back me up! We've got baddies all over the..."

At Callie's call, the mentioned women turned, as did Ratchet, T-Bone, Razor, and even Ann Gora and Abby Sinian.

"Yesss," hissed the neogi mindlord soothingly, motioning with a spindly leg, nodding in satisfaction as the eyes of each of the assembled do-gooders grew heavy-lidded, their faces slack, before they began obediently to doff their clothes, article by article, heedless as the wolflike vodoni crept up behind them, licking their chops as they admired the view. "Don't resist. There's no neeeed for it. You _want_to serve...to give pleasure...and to receive it..."

The neogi suddenly trailed off, its sharp-toothed mouth dropping open. So did the mouths of the kilrathi, and also the vodoni. Naturally, as would be obvious to anyone who knew him well enough, the cause of this sudden disturbance was Ratchet dropping his trousers. Turns out the little guy had a very big secret...and it wasn't just his ears, and hands, and feet.

"Decide among yourselves who gets what," declared the kilrathi commander imperiously as she stalked forward, and wrapped her hand around the still semisoft organ that had drawn all eyes. "This one, however...is mine." Then she glanced at the neogi slavemaster with a wry smirk. "I'm only glad that you were the only one of your kind who survived," the officer chuckled. "With powers like yours, it's no wonder your kind is feared all over space."

Of all the crew of the SpaceKat, however, there was one that had been completely overlooked. The small metal man in question watched the kilrathi and vodoni closing in from both sides, many of them already peeling off their uniforms in their excitement.

There was simply no time to lose.

Darting forward, Clank dropped down into the recess where T-Bone and Razor had left the cables leading to the SpaceKat, and where Ratchet hadn't managed to finish his work connecting them to the power supply of the Superstation. Clank, though, had seen enough of Ratchet's work to mimic it, and leaned in close, his welding function flashing as he made the last few adjustments. Of course, the original intention of the jury-rigging was to draw power from the Superstation so as to power the self-repair functions of the SpaceKat. Clank, however, had decided that far more drastic measures were needed.

"I only hope Razor and T-Bone forgive me someday," muttered Clank to himself, right before he made the final connection.

[65% chance of success - rolled 37 - success #3! - new chance of success is 70%

70% chance of success - rolled 85 - failure 2 - new chance of success is 65%]

*

"What?!" exclaimed Red, glaring toward the ceiling as a shudder ran through the entire Hellstation. "What...what was that!? What is happening?!"

Everyone there felt it, felt the strange tremor that rippled not just through the physical aspect of the Superstation, but the twisted spiritual side of the Hellstation. Somewhere, up on the surface, a high-powered spacecraft suddenly winked out of existence as its primary power core was set to overload, and then channeled directly into the main power conduits for the Hellstation itself. The results were as immediate as they were devastating, as lights sparked and exploded, circuits fried, and strange flesh began to smoke and then to sizzle like the bacon of Hades.

What was most important, however, was that, quite suddenly, Krypto could think for himself again!

Kuromaru had just curled a powerful tentacle around Sailor Saturn's middle, and was bending her over, more appendages preparing to sink themselves into her defenseless body, when a series of micro-missles slammed into the dark sphere of the creature, then burst, sending it tumbling to the ground in a gooey heap, the young Sailor Scout dropping, but not to the floor - rather, into the strong arms of Vinnie. Ever the ladies' man, the white mouse simply couldn't help but be on-hand to catch a damsel in distress.

Spinning, Ace the Bathound felt strength returning as he plowed his hindpaw right into the face of his goat-legged rapist, sending the brute tumbling back. Nearby, Comet neighed furiously as he rose up, snapping his bonds, already weakened by a swift swipe of Freya's lance, sending the jaw-headed demon women around him tumbling. Rather than encountering a fight from Swift Wind, however, he encountered Stargirl and Supergirl, thrust into his strong arms by the winged unicorn.

"I said they'd be yours," Swift Wind said with a smile, before he turned, and plowed his fist right into the face of one of the Barons of Hell standing nearest.

Just starting to rise as he saw all his plans starting to come crashing down around him, the great wizard Skeletor himself striding forth, flanked by Evil-Lyn and the King of the Netherworld, Laharl, Red was just starting to mouth words of power to summon more aid, more force, more infernal might...right before he felt the teeth of Krypto the Superdog, suddenly free of the hellcat's control, sinking into his tender bits.

"MMRRREEEEOOWWWWLL-*"

The yowl of pain was cut off quite suddenly as Lassie calmly walked up, and blew a hole right through Red's heart. That was all it took, and instantly the hellcat was gone, banished back to his home dimension. Gunshots rained down all around as Widowmaker and Nova took their shots, bringing down monster after monster after demon, and magical might ran rampant as Laharl and Skeletor charged.

Diabla snarled, fire spouting from her nostrils as she casually tossed Sailor Moon aside, the daemons with her doing the same as they rallied, gathering close together, infernal might pulsing around them in a palpable aura. Opposite them, Krypto hovered in the air, as did Flonne and Etna, while Laharl held his sharp blade foremost, with Skeletor in the rear, his Havoc Staff's eyes blazing with power, and Ace standing ready, his utility belt recovered from whatever strange corner it had been thrust into, batarangs ready to paw.

"Let's do this!" laughed the young and beautiful (at least in her self-descriptions) second-in-command to Laharl, the mistress of prinnies, Etna the Great.

This was already starting to turn out to be an interesting excursion.

*

"Ngh!" grunted Magica, riding Max Hare good and rough, her beak open, her tongue out, her black dress bunched up around her waist as that girthy bunnycock sawed into her drenched pink places. "I can see why you kept this one around, Andariel: he's a fantastic lay!"

Hips bucking beneath Magica, Max couldn't say anything besides the occasional grunt or moan, thanks to the gag in his mouth: Magica simply couldn't abide sass. Not far off, three little girl bunnies, and their slightly older brother looked worriedly over their shoulders as they were positioned on all-fours, massive, brutal maulotaurs roughly kneading their upturned furry bottoms, already bending to steam up the tails of the helpless rabbit siblings, their hot breath alone enough to start poor Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail to begin moistening...and Peter Rabbit himself to grow hard and erect, his cute pink penis throbbing at full erection: maulotaurs, like all minotaur variants, had a potent animal magnetism, raw and savage, and it was quite common for their victims to pass out from orgasms. Already, a second maulotaur had seized hold of Peter's ears, and was rubbing the seeping tip of his bullcock against the bunny's cute little mouth, making the poor boy whine cutely as he tried to turn his head to avoid the blunt instrument, but all in vain.

Strapped to a table, their ankles tied behind their backs, precious, blue-haired Sasami and pink-haired Chibiusa squirmed and moaned helplessly, a pair of mancubuses pressed in close, slurping on their tender cunnies, while others of the heavyset demons crowded in close, eager for their turns, all of them ready in a heartbeat to plunge their raging erections into defenseless girlflesh. Sasami's big sister, Ayeka, had almost broken free of her bonds in her fury at seeing her dear little sister in such peril, but now she was pinned, back-to-back with Bunnie Rabbot, both of them riding one of SHODAN's little toys: a Sybian saddle, with small ridges rather than knobs, to provide stimulation without full penetration, at least for now. As the machine vibrated beneath them, human and rabbit cried out together, jerking forward and back, bottoms pressed tight in the throes of their pleasure.

Vanilla fared little better, her full breasts receiving much rough handling by terrible Barons of Hell, while her daughter and poor Webby whimpered fearfully as brown-skinned imps caressed their upturned bottoms. Even Cheese, Cream's chao, was tied up tightly nearby, wriggling against his bonds as a cruel little imp with red skin and a spade tail prodded the helpless blue creature with a miniature riding crop.

Things were looking grim indeed...when the door to the central chamber suddenly exploded.

"What!" exclaimed Andariel, spinning to face the intruders, her face a mask of raw fury. "Who dares!?"

"I dare," said Wonder Woman as she calmly strode past Doomguy, who looked more than a little dazed after he'd deployed the last of his satchel charges on that big door. "I...and all of us."

"Darn straight," said Ace Bunny, flanking Wonder Woman.

"Um, yeah!" declared Marco, standing in for Star Butterfly who, along with Mary Magdalene and Kuromi, was presently subjecting the terrible Vicar Amelia to a dire fate indeed, ensuring her complete removal from the fight, or any fight for that matter. What they said!"

[https://www.reddit.com/r/bloodborne/comments/38tta7/a_new_amazing_way_to_beat_vicar_amelia/- do click on the image link on that page to see what the three are doing to her that has laid the mighty beast so low]

In an instant, the room burst into a frenzy of action, as Andariel was instantly there, towering over everyone as she called out orders, right before slamming headlong into Wonder Woman, chitinous limbs lashing out again and again, scouring the mighty Amazon's superhuman flesh. Catra and Toralei lunged forward, the feline teen astride Catra's shapechanged back, both lashing out to either side with claw and fang. Ace's blade flashed, downing demons with each strike, while Sssana and Sylvia found that they made a great team, the former's snakelike reflexes letting her keep up with the zbornak's rapidfire feet as they struck to either side, sending their foes flying. And, of course, there was Pepe Le Pew...but it was best not to consider what _he_did to the few who dared raise a talon against him.

Through this maelstrom, yet untouched by it, Weez Weezel led the hooded, hunched figure of Goris toward the central pillar of the Control Center, where all its computers were connected.

"Here's the power source I was telling you about," the infernal weasel was explaining as they approached. "I'm sure even a norm like you can feel something going on in there."

"I can do more than that," said Goris softly, looking up at the great device. "I can feel the heat of something powerful...something great...something...something alive?" The deathclaw cocked his head, obviously confused. "The power core of this station is a living creature? What manner of monstrosity...?"

He didn't get the chance to finish his question, however. Instead, he shoved Weez to the side, rolling as a metal talon sheared through the floor, and several pillars of bone and flesh, where the pair had just been standing.

Clockwerk had come online.

"Come on, then," growled Goris, tossing aside his cloak so that he could move freely, spreading his large talons wide as he faced the metal monster before him. "Come on. I'll make sure you never hurt another hatchling."

Fast as Goris was, and strong as Goris was, Goris was still nowhere as fast nor as strong as the body inhabited by the four-way combine of GlaDOS, SHODAN, KOMPLEX, and John Henry Eden. With all their potent processing speed working in tandem, coupled with the nearly flawless metal body of the once-great crime lord, they rushed forward, slamming into the deathclaw, sending him smashing through another pillar of bone, before his back struck the far wall of the room with a dull thud.

Shaking his head, Goris rose once more, baring his sharp teeth at the mechanical monstrosity that was already bearing down upon him, faster than mortal thought.

But not faster than Bolt!

Meeting Clockwerk right in the middle, the little white dog connected with a force of impact that shuddered across the entire room in a shockwave.

"Go!" yelled Bolt as he met the mechanical owl blow for blow, dodging some strikes, catching others, only to return them - with interest. "I'll hold this thing here!"

Limping, Goris did as he'd been told. When he reached the core once more, however, he found Mary Magdalene standing there, smiling in her calmly sultry way - she'd gotten Ryo-Ohki to take over her job giving Amelia tummy rubs, and found it easy enough to simply bypass the chaos all around, heading straight for her goal.

"Are you going to stop me?" asked Goris, hunching his shoulders as he readied himself for a fight, despite his wounded state. His shoulders soon relaxed, however, as the pink goat shook her head. Instead, she turned, and touched a large access panel on the vast metal cylinder, the central focal point of the Hellstation, and on the Superstation before it, when Hordak had been the one calling the shots, making use of the mighty engine of technological and magical power that ran everything with unstoppable force.

Stepping past Mary, Goris entered the inner realm of the Superstation's core.

It was bigger on the inside.

For a moment, seemingly endless, Goris looked up into endless light. Then he forced himself to focus, using the same logical ability that allowed him to function with true sapience, when all other deathclaws were bloodthirsty, near-mindless monsters. For him, his bestial side was an advantage now, a way for him to channel his thoughts down paths no purely civilized creature could ever fathom. Had he been a normal creature, without his bestial side, Goris would have surely gone mad, staring into the heart of a god. Goris, however, was Goris, and rather than being blasted into nothingness by what he found within the Superstation's core, he reached out to it, grasped it by the talon...and pulled it back with him as he returned to the reality he knew.

"Oof!" grunted Wonder Woman as she hit the floor, knocked off her feet by Andariel's greater mass. Pressing her advantage, the demon queen stepped forward, towering over Wonder Woman, stabbing claws quivering with anticipation of the death blow. And then...they fell.

"Sword...to shield!"

It was She-Ra! Nearly mindless after the rough shagging Swift Wind had given her, and slowed by her swollen, pregnant belly, filled to the brim with the magical stallion's foal, now, in the moment of greatest need, the blonde heroine had found herself, and leapt forward, interposing herself between Wonder Woman and certain death. Andariel's stabbing limbs sparked as they glanced off the impenetrable barrier of the transformed Sword of Power, and she screamed in fury as her murderous desires were thwarted.

She didn't get a second chance.

Swift as Mercury, Wonder Woman was up, using She-Ra's shield as a springboard, summoning up all the power within her into that single strike. A clay form animated by the Spirit of Truth, Wonder Woman honed that power down to a single fine point, turning Truth into a deadly weapon. Too late, Andariel's eyes widened, her hands raising to ward off the blow. Far, far too late, as Wonder Woman slammed into the demon queen, shattering her mortal form in an instant, dispersing her essence, sending it careening back into the same dark place from which so many nightmares were spawned.

Not far off, Bolt grunted, teeth grit tightly, as he yanked hard on one of Clockwerk's wings, planting his feet firmly against a nearby bulkhead. Another hard strain...and - SCCCREEEECH! - the sound of tortured metal filled the central chamber as the great metal owl went tumbling to the ground, thrashing desperately against the floor. Suddenly, the fallen machine's head snapped up, its eyes flashing through the colors of each personality in swift succession.

"No!" screamed GlaDOS, SHODAN, KOMPLEX, and John Henry Eden as one. This was their last words, before the core of the Superstation burst open, and the pure light of Bahamut, the god chained within the machine, was freed once more.

[65% chance of success - rolled 35 - success #4!]

*

From the surface of War World, a single bright flash could be seen, forming a network of spiderweb cracks through the small metal moon that had hove into view only a few short hours past. Then, before the eyes of any viewers, that metal moon clove into three great sections, sections that broke into still smaller sections, before all the parts went tumbling, harmlessly, to the surface of the planet.

As for the inhabitants of that fallen metal star? They landed safely, every last one of them. Bahamut himself made sure of it, sharing his protective energies indiscriminately with all. After all, it was far better to save lives than to take them, and there had already been so much bloodshed over that planetoid into which he had been lured by Maleficent's seductive ways, then imprisoned by the combined magical powers of the Council of Evil's greatest mages.

So ended one chapter in the continuing saga surrounding War World. And so began the next chapter on the heels of the first.

Choices

*Desert City

1) Bambi, Tank Girl, and company make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety - 20

(45% chance of success, 3 successes or failures; failure will put everyone into the clutches of Shere Khan and Wile E. Coyote)

2) Fun at Fat Cat's Casino (a 20's-style speakeasy) - 17

(55% chance of success, rolled 5 times; the fate of the Rescue Rangers and the Mousekewitzes)

3) The Mouse Trap (a pub with the best card games in Casino City) and Desert City's Sewers - 5

(45% chance of success, rolled 3 times)

4) The Percheron (all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot; strip poker common) - 22

5) Pleasure Island (a place for transformations) - 1

6) Some more fun at the Pyramid Casino - 0

(another scene from our players, as many as I can fit into a reasonable length)

7) Pirates and Mercenaries at Treasure Island - 0

(Focused on Don Karnage and Wolf O'Donnell)

8) Action Hero Mission (select a location; if this option wins, a team will be assembled to take another one)

-Desert Excavation - 0

-Fat Cat's Casino - 0

-The Mouse Trap - 0

-Pleasure Island - 0

-Sewers - 0

-Treasure Island - 0

9) Slaves in the Desert - 0

(Rampant human slave abuse, pregnancies advance...and so does the excavation of the Evil Ruins)

*Castlevania and Environs

10) Stallion's struggle - 0

(What he's up to in Castlevania's dungeon, 60% chance of success, best of 3)

11) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 14

(50% chance of success for the Queen of Blades, best of 3; will include other characters)

12) The final Count-down - 7

(60% chance of success, rolled 3 times)

13) Treasure Hunting - 9

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

14) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 18

15) More scenes in the Jungles of Rage - 3

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

*Other Locations

16) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning - 21

(no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested; a lot of "eating" will take place, though)

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

(Much MILF abuse, or "What really happened to Bambi's Mom")

18) Wile E. Coyote's back for more - 0

(80% chance that he doesn't mess it up - this will rapidly decrease)

19) Fate of Ratchet and the SWAT Kats and friends

(60% chance of escape...eventually - best of 3 rolls)

20) Suggest where you'd like the Superstation inhabitants to go, and what they should do there

(will also include sex scenes)

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions)

Banjo (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Banjo) & Kazooie (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Kazooie) - 6 - they're probably in the Jungle

Beast II (http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Beast_II) - 3

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

Dawn Bellwether (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Bellwether) - 2

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

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

Easter Bunny (male or female?) - 1

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

Fran (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Fran) - 1

Gordon Freeman (Half-Life,https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6PNZBb6b9LvDWpI-5CPYUxG1Rnm-vr9V) - 1

Gordon Shumway (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ALF_(TV_series) - 2

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73vCfkrNClI]

Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon characters (I refuse to do anything too bad to them)

-Kobayashi (http://maid-dragon.wikia.com/wiki/Kobayashi) - 1

-Tohru (http://maid-dragon.wikia.com/wiki/Tohru) - 1

Overwatch Characters

-Genji (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Genji) - 1

-Hanzo (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Hanzo) - 1

-Mercy (https://overwatch.gamepedia.com/Mercy) - 0

-Tracer (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Tracer) - 4

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

Psy-Crow (http://earthwormjim.wikia.com/wiki/Psy-Crow) - 1

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

Sieg (http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Sieg) - 5 - battle hard

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

Super Robin (http://teen-titans-go.wikia.com/wiki/Super_Robin) - 3

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

Mister Whiskers (http://brandyandmrwhiskers.wikia.com/wiki/Mr._Whiskers) and Mister Frisky (http://brandyandmrwhiskers.wikia.com/wiki/Mr._Frisky) - 1

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen)

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

Fluttershy/Toriel - 5

Alien Queen/Asriel (his adult version) - 7 - he'll be handling her and Lamashtu

Hornyberries (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6743630/) show up - 6

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

-Amber - 1

-Annabelle - 5

-Brandy Harrington - 3

-The Chipettes - 1

-Hello Kitty - 1

-Sandy Carington - 1

-Tiffany Turlington - 1

Asriel knocks up Toriel (no roll needed if this vote wins) - 4

Cynder/Malefor/Spyro - 9 - A scene for this will take place somewhere around Castlevania

More Balto and family (but nothing bad) - 3

Maid Marian wants to get started on that family - 10 - some definite interest

Strip poker (next available location, not just at the Percheron) - 5

Mumbo (http://teentitans.wikia.com/wiki/Mumbo) has the Teen Titans captive - 2

Princess Peach convinces Bowser to join the good guys - 6