Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Entry 65 by Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Entry 65

Gideon Kalve Jarvis, Choose Your Own Adventure, Consensual, Crossover, Deer, Disney, F/F, Fingering, Kissing, M/F, M/M, My Little Pony, Oral, Rape, Rat, Rule 34, Skaven, Squirrel, Vaginal, Violence (Not In Yiff)

#77 of CYOA-UFC

At the Percheron, we discover three familiar faces, all three of whom seem strangely aware that they're in an erotic fanfiction - weird, huh? Not that they seem to mind, not with so many hot horses around, mares as well as stallions - something for everyone! The Great Prince of the Forest has a liaison with an old flame, while his son, Bambi, struggles to lead his friends through the dangerous streets of Casino City, and toward the safety of the Pyramid and Percheron Casinos, looming bright before them...but with Hell to bar the way, and the forces of the mysterious Queen Below.

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Entry 65

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis and Gryfalcon

Vote Tallies

*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) - added, just for fun

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) - 23 - let's see what those horsies are up to, shall we?

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

6) Some more fun at the Pyramid Casino - 1

(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 mission)

-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 - 2

(Rampant human slave abuse, pregnancies advance...and so does the excavation of the Evil Ruins - a definite Bad End, if this sort of thing is voted in too many times)

*Castlevania and Environs

10) Stallion's struggle - 3

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

11) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 16

(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 - 11

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

14) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 21

15) More scenes in the Jungles of Rage - 4

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

*Other Locations

16) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning - 22

(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 - 1

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

19) Fate of Ratchet and the SWAT Kats and friends - 3

(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)

-Safe at the Pyramid Casino (except for the natural perils of the accompanying orgy) - 1

Author Notes

This link was kindly shared with me: https://www.polygon.com/gaming/2012/9/25/3407672/miyamoto-the-mario-cast-is-a-troupe-of-actors-and-bowsers-kids-are

And here I'd always figured that Bowser had a harem around somewhere, either collected from other worlds that he'd conquered, or from among his own koopas. Actually, until further notice, that's still the route I'm going to pursue, and just say that Miyamoto was keeping things "child friendly" with the truth for the sake of Nintendo's image. Like how parents tell their kids that babies are brought by the stork, and all that. >;)

...unless folks really, really prefer the "canon" explanation, that is. Then I'll bow to the majority, at least for the purposes of this series.

As for Dr. Mario...yeah, I always kinda figured he was a different person from our mainline hero. Probably a relative of some sort, though.

I decided to also toss in the vote option with Bambi and company, just 'cause, and it seemed appropriate as well.

Also, something I ran across while looking up information on Squirrel Girl:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lockjaw_and_the_Pet_Avengers

There are some things that you can't make up, but still have to share links in order to be believed.

In case you wanted to read these comics, as far as I am able to determine, the following links are both free and legal. If I'm wrong on the legality count, please let me know, and I'll remove them right away. I haven't finished reading them yet, but if they end the way they've started, I'm inclined to buy my own hardcopies.

http://getcomics.info/marvel/lockjaw-and-the-pet-avengers-1-4/

http://getcomics.info/marvel/lockjaw-and-the-pet-avengers-unleashed-1-4/

And, as always, do be wary of popups and such.

UFC Entry 65

"Madame," said the stately stag, arching an eyebrow at the slim green hand that had smoothly slipped a twenty-credit bill into the waistband of his immaculately-kept suit, "I am not one of the performers."

"Then you really should be, gorgeous," She-Hulk returned with a big grin, losing her subtlety when she discovered that she wasn't dealing with a member of the Percheron Casino's staff, and instead letting her hand grip the tall, handsome male's rump, giving it a squeeze...though not too tightly (she knew her own strength, after all). "You've got buns at least as tight as Robot Unicorn's!"

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/The_Great_Prince_of_the_Forest

http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Jennifer_Walters_(Earth-616)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robot_Unicorn_Attack]

Unconsciously, the stag glanced up to the stage, where the aforementioned robotic unicorn had just wrapped one gleaming metal leg around the solidly-placed chrome pole at center stage, before swinging himself around, eyes closing as he lost himself to the violin music that accompanied his dance, tail and mane flowing behind him with every movement, giving off their own brilliant sparkling light, which flashed and reflected off his smooth, chrome body in a brilliant display. Since at that moment Rainbow Unicorn was, indeed, not wearing a stitch of clothing, it could be clearly seen that his rump was indeed quite solid...and very eye-catching as well, if the truth had to be known.

[https://guardiansandi.deviantart.com/art/Damn-You-Robot-Unicorn-156225217

https://guardiansandi.deviantart.com/art/Robot-Unicorn-Attack-157867635

https://edheloth.deviantart.com/art/ROBOT-UNICORN-ATTACK-153897719- anthro]

"Ahem," the stag cleared his throat, blushing brightly as he turned away from the stage, trying not to meet She-Hulk's eyes. "Yes, well..."

"C'mon," the tall, green-skinned woman coaxed, reaching to a table next to hers and pulling over a chair, before patting it encouragingly. "I'm sure you don't wanna be alone around here. Sure, my friends can be a little weird, but they're good people. Well...Squirrel Girl is. I'm not so sure about Wade."

"That's Deadpool when I'm on the job," said the red-masked figure...after a pretty long beat, that is: he'd been rather openly ogling one of the scantily-clad waitresses, who seemed terribly embarrassed at her too-short skirt, which, in turn, made her walk oddly to attempt to keep it from riding up in the back with every swish of her long white tail, which, in turn, made it very hard indeed not to notice her and her generous...assets.

[http://marvel.com/universe/Deadpool_(Wade_Wilson)

http://zelda.gamepedia.com/Epona]

"Who're you kidding, Wade?" Squirrel Girl teased, rather happily moving over to make room for the handsome stag She-Hulk was gently-but-firmly guiding to the seat she'd pulled up for him. "It says your name right there in the link the author provided. Even if they don't click on it, they'll still know who you are."

[http://marvel.com/universe/Squirrel_Girl]

"Wh-what?" the Great Prince stammered, obviously confused (and more than a little alarmed) at the odd statement by the bushy-tailed human.

"Oh, sorry," Squirrel Girl apologized, her cheeks flushing as she looked to She-Hulk for a save.

"Jetlag," She-Hulk promptly explained. "My friend here is just getting over some jetlag. It's been a hard flight for us all." Then she eyed the rather nervous-looking stag up and down in a way that reminded him far too much of the looks of mountain lions before they pounced. "Of course, I admit I've been having some trouble sleeping myself..."

Right then, the Great Prince of the Forest wasn't quite certain if he'd done the right thing in coming out of the back room of the Percheron Casino. His patron, the lovely Onomi Whitemane, had been more than kind enough to put him up during this period of extreme crisis, when royal personages all over the universe were being abducted - even the Great Prince's own son had gone missing! Naturally, the Great Prince had brought the most important members of his court, the ones he could reach before the disappearances began, that is: Ena, her daughter, Princess Faline, and Ronno, the secondborn (though the Great Prince, of course, had far too much class to let his tongue wag regarding the various members of his harem, or their offspring). But Ena, Faline, and even Ronna had taken jobs in the Percheron, donning those skimpy little skirts and tight-fitting t-shirts (including Ronno, which might explain why he always seemed to be in a bad mood these days), and serving drinks and food to the patrons of the casino, getting personal training on the job by the lovely Tae Kwon Doe, when she wasn't working as a bouncer. The Great Prince, on the other hand...well, he'd almost been a prisoner himself, kept shuttered away in Onomi's personal chambers because she said he was far too visible a personage to be allowed to wander about freely.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Aunt_Ena

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Faline

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Ronno

http://pixar.wikia.com/wiki/Tae-Kwon_Doe

http://marvel.com/universe/Whitmane,_Onomi]

This was the first time the Great Prince had dared to wander from beneath Onomi's watchful eyes and take a proper look around the casino where he'd taken refuge, and, he had to admit, perhaps he'd been a bit rash. After all, he'd been able to manage his sylvan-based planet rather well via long-distance communications all right, but if he wasn't able to continue his direct rulership...well, there was no telling what might happen! Wolves might move in, and everyone knew what they did to property values (to say nothing of the sore bottoms of his subjects). Or - unthinkable horror of horrors! - _humans_might decide to show up!

"Do forgive me," the Great Prince said gently, rising to his feet as he realized that he really didn't belong among these smoothskins...well, perhaps the somewhat furry one, but not the rest. "I really do have prior engagements elsewhere."

Said "prior engagements" were the lovely Queen Onomi herself, along with the equally lovely Fleur de Lis and Mena, Bambi's surrogate mother and the most favored member of his harem, all three of whom he'd left lying, quite thoroughly satisfied, on the Kymellian's immense bed.

[http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Fleur_Dis_Lee#Unicorn

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

"Wow," murmured She-Hulk, shaking her head as she watched the Great Prince's trim tush while he walked away. "Was I the only one who got a flashback scene of the Great Prince's sweet buns working away while he nailed those two skinny hotties?"

"Um...no?" Squirrel Girl answered, though the crimson flush to her cheeks belied her untruthfulness.

"Not me," Deadpool scoffed. "My flashback focused more on the hooved hotties. Sorry," he shrugged, "no homo for me. Dude's pretty well-hung, though. Loved the O-face he gave the one with the pink mane, when her eyes got all crossed."

"Excuse me," came a deep, masculine voice with a slight brogue, as a tall, broad-shouldered figure stepped up next to She-Hulk, "but I couldn't help but notice that you customers weren't being served right now. Perhaps I could help."

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

Turning, She-Hulk looked the fine draft horse stallion up and down, spending more time than was perhaps strictly necessary admiring the significant bulge in the front of his Chippendale-style leather bikini briefs, which, along with his white collar and bowtie, encompassed the whole of his present clothing.

"You know," the green-skinned woman answered with a grin, "I really think you could. Whatcha got on tap? I mean," she added, cupping the plump goodies the big stud was packing, while he simply smiled down at her indulgently, apparently quite used to this sort of treatment, "aside from the obvious."

Deadpool had taken a "pouting" stance in his seat, obviously annoyed that She-Hulk was making passes at everyone but him-

"No I'm not," the red-and-black-garbed merc protested petulantly. "And quit saying stuff like you know what I'm thinking!"

-before the handsome Scottish stallion, having overheard Deadpool's prior declaration of preference for female company, glanced over with a knowing smile, apparently too polite to make mention of the human guy's odd tendency to address the empty air.

"You know _exactly_who I'm addressing," Deadpool groused, looking toward the ceiling. "And if you think that I'm going to end up naked with this buff stud just 'cause it's _that_kind of a fanfiction..."

"We've got strip poker for guests on the VIP list," Angus continued with a casual air, the gentle lilt of his Gaelic accent infectious, serving to already get She-Hulk quite moist...and, if she was honest with herself ("I wasn't staring! Really!"), Squirrel Girl as well. "For those who prefer males...or females. We pride ourselves on our flexibility here at the Percheron."

"So, what you're trying to tell me," Deadpool pressed, leaning forward as his interest was piqued, "is that you've got a strip poker room where I can play against a bunch of smoking hot furry babes?"

"Certainly, sir," Angus replied, not even batting an eye when She-Hulk tugged the front of his briefs outward, allowing her to peek down them...her eyes getting very wide indeed at what she saw, while Squirrel Girl, biting her lower lip, did her best to lean over and see as well, without being obvious about her interest. ("I am not! I...I just dropped my...um, my spoon, that's all. I was leaning over to get it...")

"...I withdraw my prior complaints," Deadpool admitted, and though it couldn't be seen beneath his mask, there was a very wide grin on his face all the same. "And yeah, I am grinning under the mask. I'd show you, but, well...I think it's best for us all if I don't."

"We'll see you later, Wade," She-Hulk almost chirped at the mouthy merc as she rose to her feet, lifting Squirrel Girl with one hand, while resting her other hand on the big Scottish stallion's proffered arm. "I'm going to go show Doreen here how to lose at poker."

"Um," the poor brown-haired teen meekly protested as she was rather easily pulled along after her far larger and stronger companion, "nobody's really supposed to know my real name, She-Hulk..."

Ears turning at every sound, the young Prince Bambi clung closely to the shadows of the various minor buildings that dotted the areas between the bright lights of the casinos proper...though several of those casinos had, themselves, gone dark, especially Jabba's Palace and The Barn. He'd already seen several of the red-eyed, red-furred goatmen hailing from the Last Chance Casino wandering the streets in patrols, obviously on the lookout for someone...or someones. Someones that Bambi was pretty sure were his own little group.

Poor Practical, of the Three Little Pigs, had to be carried between his brothers, resting heavily on their shoulders. Zeke had taken fiendish delight in devastating the clever pig's tailhole with his oversized lupine erection, and while Fifer and Fiddler had been roughly used as well, at least they could walk, albeit on wobbly trotters. None of the three would be able to run if it came to that. Already, Bambi was steeling himself for the likely inevitability that he'd be forced to leave the three brothers behind, abandoning them to an almost certain gang-rape by the cruel inhabitants of Casino City, before they'd be sold into slavery in the service of Shere Khan, whose rapacious nature, especially toward cute young boys, was so well-known, even Bambi had heard some rumors out on his relatively isolated home planet. Enough to know that the Three Little Pigs would likely wish they'd been popped into Zeke's oven back at the warehouse if they were taken prisoner.

Perhaps the whole ordeal would have been made a little easier if they'd been able to get some clothing before heading out into the dangerous night: the brutes who'd raped them had roughly torn off every scrap, ruining them. For Foxy Asso or Caramel Rabbit, this was hardly a serious problem, since they both normally groomed their fur to keep it extra fluffy, covering up their "bits," as did Shirley McLoon. However, Berri and Goldie Pheasant had unmistakably feminine bodies, Goldie's especially "bouncy" in all the most enticing ways as she walked, and even the other girls had their fur and feathers matted down now, leaving normally-concealed nipples and pudenda bared to any casual observer. Normally Bambi, from a less civilized world himself, wouldn't have cared much about going naked, just as the Three Little Pigs seldom wore anything to cover their pink bubble bottoms, but he was wise enough to understand that, in a dangerous and barbaric place like War World, and especially in Casino City, going without clothes was essentially an open invitation for the savages who lived there to do whatever they pleased with you.

Take the present scene of horror: while passing one of the many vacant lots that stretched oh-so-far between the protectively concealing shadows of the larger buildings, a young heifer, a black-and-white Holstein dressed in a tight-fitting pair of blue overalls, was struggling against first one and then another coil of softly glowing energy rope, the projectors for which were held tightly in the grips of the two lead members of a pack of Dingoes, still astride their turbo-mules, using the robotic mounts as extra leverage to hold the tall, well-endowed bovine girl firmly in place.

[http://bravestarr.wikia.com/wiki/Dingoes

http://bravestarr.wikia.com/wiki/Turbo-Mule]

"No!" sobbed the desperate cow-girl as a third power lasso wrapped around her ankles, a light tug all it took to send her to her knees as several of the wicked, black-masked canids dismounted and began to close in on her. "No, plz!" Her large, fearful brown eyes cast around, then fixed on a nearby alleyway, only a short distance from the back of the tenement building against which she'd been backed at the far end of the vacant lot. "Eet...eet mor chikn!"

A terrified squawk resonated from the alley, and a white-feathered hen leapt from its shadowy depths and raced as fast as her legs could carry her, full breasts and red comb bouncing vigorously - she was, after all, just as well-endowed as the cow-girl, but her shorter stature made her breasts look even larger as they strained against her overstretched Daisy Dukes. Howling in delight, several of the Dingoes broke off from surrounding the cowbabe, and in seconds their power lassoes ensnared her waist, jerking her off her feet, the Dingoes caring little that her shapely rear was suddenly exposed, her tight shorts tearing right off as they dragged her along the rough ground.

"Not me!" begged the curvy hen as she, like her bovine companion, was forced onto her knees, even as the Dingoes dismounted and closed in, those not already loosening their belts having already shucked their trousers, freeing fat knotted cocks to the night air. "Please, not me! Beef is what's for dinner! Beef is-mmf!"

"Nooo! Eet mor chikn! Eet m-mmf!"

While several of the dingoes peeled off the remaining clothes of the busty cow and hen, the two best-endowed of the brutish bunch force-fed their straining erections into the mouths of their captives, making them eat their captors, their big hands gripping the heads of the helpless women, holding them firmly in place as they worked their hips, panting in obvious delight at their respective muzzle- and beakjobs.

[https://e621.net/post/show/169951/anthro-anus-avian-beak-big_breasts-big_butt-bird-b]

"Noisy things," chuckled a nearby Dingo, slowly stroking his rigid red erection as he watched the oral rape of the two prisoners. "You'd think we really were gonna eat 'em, 'stead of rape 'em and sell 'em off. Seriously, if them rats from the Mouse Trap weren't buyin' up slaves like hotcakes, then the demons over at the Last Stop'd pay top cred for a pair as busty as..."

The moment the Dingo stopped talking, his yellow eyes casting around in the darkness, Bambi knew the job was up: they'd been seen!

"Run!" he ordered urgently, knowing he was making a mistake even as he slipped an arm around Practical's waist, then hoisted the plump pink pig up into a fireman's carry. "Just run, and don't look back!"

Behind Bambi, even as Berri's lean, trackstar's body easily outpaced him, her supple grey-furred buns working powerfully as she settled into a steady sprint - the sort of running style you adopted when you didn't need to outrun somebody, just the other people those somebodies were after - Bambi heard the roar of the tubo-mules' engines, soon drowned out by the raucous laughter and joyful howls and hoots of the Dingos as they raced up behind his little group. Berri might be safe, but the rest of them...no, there was no guarantees now, no certainty that they'd have even a chance at escape.

Fifer was the first one to go, as a power lasso wrapped smoothly around his middle, jerking the little pig onto his butt as his progress was instantly halted - he might be a pretty fair runner, despite his plumpness, but he was no match for power-mules. Fiddler was next, squealing in fright as he soon joined his brother, seated on the ground, a pair of Dingoes circling them, binding the naked brothers back-to-back as they began to sniffle, and then to cry.

Then it was Bambi's turn to cry out, despite all his resolve, as another of the lashing power lassos ensnared him, wrapping around his waist. Though his arms, raised to hold Practical, were left free, the suddenness of his stop sent the eldest of the Three Little Pigs tumbling onto his plump pink butt on the ground, where two more lassos quickly wrapped around him, dragging the slightly more muscular pig over to where his brothers were already cowering as the Dingoes holding them lashed to their power-mules dismounted and started walking over with casual, confident ease, certain of their victory.

All the same, Bambi felt a sense of grim satisfaction as he watched his other friends - Foxy Asso and Caramel Rabbit, Shirley McLoon and Goldie Pheasant - race past him.

"Keep running!" he yelled, seeing the four of them pausing, turning to look back at him as they passed. "Don't stop! Don't look back!"

The urgency in his voice must have convinced them, must have reached that primal part of them that wanted to survive. As a deer, Bambi knew the importance of having the group survive, even at the cost of a few of its members. If those members included him...well, that was a small price, wasn't it? A small price for saving somebody from certain doom.

[45% chance of success, 3 successes or failures - rolled 91 - failure #1 - new chance of success 40%]

"Take 'em back with the others!"

Bambi's field of vision was suddenly filled by the jeans-clad crotch of a snaggletoothed Dingo, who leered down at the kneeling young prince, before resting a single large hand on the young buck's antler-less head. Behind the big male, Bambi could see the feebly-struggling pigs being draped, one by one, bottoms up across the rear section of one of the tubo-mules, before the rider of the robotic mount hummed, off, bearing the poor little piggies off toward a certain doom.

"Worried about 'em, huh?" chuckled the snaggletoothed Dingo, his grin widening at the look of disgust that spread across Bambi's face as he unzipped his faded jeans with his other paw. "Don't be...'least, not from us. Your faces are all over the place now, along with profiles of a buncha others. Ree-ward courtesy of good ol' Shere Khan, stripy supporter of mercenaries everywhere. He wants the sweet royal buns of Prince Bambi to warm his cock." The wicked Dingo ogled Bambi's naked body shamelessly, licking his chops as he tapped his pointed canid cock against the young buck's black-padded nose. "Can't say's I blame him one bit. He wants you as untouched as possible, though. As for your piggy friends, I understand he's got plans to use 'em in commercials, just like those busty babes back at our camp, but he ain't said a single thing about sparin' their pink haunches in the meantime."

"Bouncy boy butts for all of us!" laughed another of the wicked Dingoes, this one lean and wiry, as he walked up, then gripped the back of Bambi's head, shoving his cheek up against the first Dingo's rigid prick, as the young buck turned his head to the side, closing one eye in disgust, even as a third Dingo, as broad in his shoulders as in his round belly, began coiling the power lasso around the boy's arms, pinning them to his side. "Aw, don't be like that, sweet-cheeks. All we want outta you is a blowjob or two apiece. Give up those pretty lips of yours, an' maybe we won't forget the big bonus Shere Khan's offering to have you delivered to him with your tailhole un-gaped."

Now that he was paying attention, Bambi realized that there were, in fact, only three Dingoes around him right then. The others had either raced back with the Three Little Pigs, to begin their barnyard-style orgy, or had raced ahead, to try and catch up with the girls. Mind racing, Bambi realized that the longer he delayed these three, the fewer there'd be to go after his fleeing friends, or to abuse the poor pigs.

Feeling a flush of shame turn his cheeks pink, Bambi swallowed his pride, screwed up his courage...and opened his mouth.

Time to show these savages how well he'd been taught by his father.

"That's a good little cutie," chuckled the snaggletoothed Dingo, his breath already speeding up as he watched Bambi's big amber eyes, the little buck-fawn looking up at him so pleadingly as he wrapped those perfect lips around the predator's big prick.

"Woo-ee!" crowed the fat Dingo as he finished cinching the knot around Bambi's wrists. "Lookit him go! He must really love that drippy pred-cock!"

Actually Bambi _hated_the sour, musky taste of that copiously-squirting Dingo penis. It was vile, every spurt of precum painting his tastebuds, or tickling his tonsils on the extra-deep thrusts. But he'd been given a proper, royal training, gone many times right to the roots of his dad's magnificent, sweet-tasting member, just like any other good, obedient buck or doe should for the Great Prince, and he'd learned to give of himself what was needed.

"Mmm, doggy!" laughed the skinny Dingo, jerking himself off vigorously as he watched Bambi bobbing his head, his throat bulging with heft Dingocock. "What I wouldn't give to see that striped bastard's spiny cock when it splits that sweet little butt."

"I wanna see the kid's face!" the fat one laughed as well, similarly working his stubby red meat. "Bet he'll make some sexy sounds while he gets made into a tiger's cocksleeve, too..."

"Grr...can't...hold it," grunted the snaggletoothed one, making Bambi cry out in alarm, the sound muffled by the girthy length stuffing his small muzzle, as the Dingo suddenly grabbed the boy's head and started to thrust, short and hard and deep, cutting off Bambi's air. Despite himself, as his vision started to blur, the young prince couldn't keep from tensing his wrists, his dainty hooves kicking against the ground as he whined cutely, trying to get the cruel male's attention, to somehow let him know that he was choking his little money maker!

"Grah!" barked the Dingo raping Bambi's face, and suddenly Bambi's eyes went wide, his cheeks filling out as his delicate muzzle was flooded with a torrent of hot Dingocream! The evil beast even pulled his cockhead back, freeing up Bambi's throat, letting him breathe through his nose at least, but also ensuring that he sprayed the majority of that nasty-tasting stuff right over Bambi's tastebuds.

"Woo!" scoffed the snaggletoothed Dingo as he popped his penis free of Bambi's mouth, then made the boy give a short cry of disgust as he jerked himself a few times, making sure to squirt a dollop right across the bridge of the boy's nose. "Kid's got a nice mouth. Pity he's worth so much: he'd make a prime camp slave. Obviously pretty smart, too, so he'll be easy to train to do just about anything we could want."

"Kid's already got_training," grunted the fat Dingo, grabbing Bambi's head in one massive paw, before jamming his stubby dick into the boy's muzzle, then crushing Bambi's mouth against his belly as he went straight to deep-throating the buck's pretty face. "Mmm, yeah - that's a professional-grade blowjob. Not many hookers could match it. He just needs to be..._conditioned."

Head reeling as the paunchy Dingo allowed him only just enough air to keep from passing out, Bambi couldn't keep himself from whimpering softly, baring his snowy haunches as his tail popped up in his distress, almost driving the skinny Dingo to blowing his share of the bounty on Bambi for a chance to blow his load instead, to say nothing of immediately restoring the snaggletoothed Dingo's erection to full strength. The young prince was in for a very rough time indeed. Whether he could endure the ordeal ahead of him...that remained to be seen.

Utterly unaware of the present sufferings of his son, the Great Prince gently closed the door to Onomi's personal chambers. Strong though he might be, he was still a deer, and the Great Prince wasn't fond of being an exposed target when he could avoid it. And that green-skinned human had been downright predatory!

What the tall, commanding stag saw next, however, brought him up short, blinking repeatedly. If he'd thought he was in trouble with She-Hulk...

"Hello there, handsome," said the white-furred mare, the mark on her rump glowing softly in the dim light of the presently empty bedroom. "Do you remember me?"

Indeed he did! She'd changed somewhat, her mane and tail going from the flowing colors of a pastel rainbow to that of a sparkling pink cloud at dawn, but there was no mistaking that face...or that flank.

"Princess Celestia?" the Great Prince exclaimed, only now noticing the sound of water running in the adjoining bathroom - someone was taking a shower. "What in the name of the great Forest Mother are you doing here?"

"It's Molestia, actually," the pink-maned alicorn gently corrected the Great Prince, rising with leisurely slowness from the sheets on which she'd been so beautifully reclining, before advancing toward him, making the taller male shiver, his legs going wobbly as "other" parts of him swiftly grew firm. "But I don't suppose you've met the...'other me' before, so I forgive you for the mistake."

[https://askprincessmolestia-archive.tumblr.com/

http://tumblrpony.wikia.com/wiki/Ask_Princess_Molestia

http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Princess_Celestia]

"Other you?" the Great Prince couldn't help but echo, blinking as he tried to wrap his head around the sudden appearance of the gorgeous woman with whom he'd shared such a passionate few days and nights only some short years back, before they'd had to part once more, each returning to their respective kingdoms to report on the results of their 'diplomatic rendezvous.' "I don't understand. Your hair is different, but I'd never forget my beautiful goddess of the sun. Never, not even if every sun in the universe went suddenly cold."

Blinking, Princess Molestia partially opened her mouth, as though to say something more, something deeper, from her heart. But then her muzzle spread into an expression far more lascivious, and she leaned forward, her bounteous white breasts pressing tight against the Great Prince's broad, suit-encased chest.

"I've been going through some changes recently," she explained softly, leaning in close, her agile equine lips catching the Great Prince's ear, making him gasp at the light touch. "And I've gotten some...clarity, with all the thinking I've been doing. I've still got a duty to my people, that much I've decided. I can't let them be too cruelly hurt. But...there's so much excitement to be had in just...letting some things happen. Some light...molestation."

The Great Prince didn't understand. Perhaps he couldn't. What his princess was saying was simply more than his mind could encompass right then, with her hands already unbuttoning his shirt, loosening his tie, baring the strong, masculine form beneath the flimsy (to her divine strength) cloth. Her kisses were heady intoxication, more potent than fortified sweet wine, and he returned them with equal fervor, equal passion. He needed his princess, more than he'd ever thought possible, and as her hands so easily unfastened his belt, and then his trousers, his hands joined the melee, caressing her shoulders, then her back, before he gripped her full rump, rolling and kneading the supple flesh beneath his strong fingers.

Molestia knew that Onomi Whitemane had left her quarters to make a proper round of the casino, like any good owner should. Though it wasn't her normal occupation, the Kymellian queen had found that being a casino owner on War World made for a nice cover during this dangerous time, as well as a prime opportunity to conceal other royals of her acquaintance. Royals like the Great Prince, along with as much of his family as was possible, letting her share her bed with one of the greatest lovers that Onomi Whitemane had ever encountered as often as she could possibly wish.

Other women, of other species, might have been deeply jealous of sharing such a prime specimen of masculinity as the Great Prince. Other women, however, weren't Princess Molestia. She could be possessive, certainly, but only when she felt that it enhanced the passion of a relationship. After all, what were a few whips and chains between friends?

Not even bothering to peel the Great Prince properly out of his clothes, but simply letting them hang open, wide apart, Princess Molestia turned the beautiful stag, let him tumble back onto the bed, while she mounted him like an especially prized steed, her thighs straddling his as her hands surrounded his magnificent organ, full and proud and pink, and so very hot in her hands.

"So big," breathed the princess of the sun softly, sliding back a little, raising her supple flanks high as she lowered her head, brushing her wide-flared nostrils over the dome of the Great Prince's glans. "Mmm...bigger than Starswirl the Bearded, certainly...perhaps the equal of the pride of that red stallion. But even if it isn't...it'll be more than enough to satisfy me. Right where I need it most."

"Princess," the Great Prince gasped out, before drawing in his breath with a sharp hiss as she wrapped her lips around the very tip of his penis, suckling greedily, turning her head this way and that to ensure she stimulated every little part of that tiny yet oh-so-sensitive area. "Princess, you're so beautiful...as beautiful as the last time I saw you, astride me at dawn."

Yes, the sun goddess did have a liking for being the one on top, the one calling the shots. She liked to be powerful, to be in control. But, sometimes...just sometimes...she liked to be dominated, to be properly - roughly, even cruelly - put in her place.

Right now was not one of those times.

Even as she nibbled around the dent of the Great Prince's corona, Molestia was already swinging her flanks around, covering the wonderful stag's face with her dripping sex. He could be so dominant when he chose, changing his style to match her needs, like any true lover of a harem should, learning the ways of his lovers with a deep and passionate understanding. Right now, though, the Great Prince knew perfectly well what Molestia needed, and he intended to give it to her, with every fiber of his being.

For a moment, Molestia's head snapped up as the Great Prince's lips touched her lower lips, kissing her in a way so deeply intimate, it stole her breath away. Then his tongue slid into her gushing depths, and she couldn't hold back the bestial whinny he forced from her throat, her back and neck arching, her head pointing to the heavens just beyond the brief barrier of the ceiling. Her heavens, with stars that shone just for her pleasure, every one that mark of an orgasm. Then all thoughts were lost to her as the Great Prince found Molestia's clitoris, engulfing it, sucking on it until she was ready to scream! The only thing she could do to keep her mind from being blown forever was to spread her mouth wide, and take that magnificent stagcock right to the roots, until her nose was bumping against his full balls!

[Still my favorite anthro version of him: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/4118057/]

Moaning loudly around her delicious mouthful, Molestia's eyes grew heavy-lidded, her mind a pleasure-soaked blank. This was paradise...this...was ecstasy. Why had she held herself back for so long, denying the pleasures of the flesh for the sake of her royal duties? _This_was what really mattered, this feeling of ultimate bliss, as the Great Prince of the Forest himself worked not just his tongue, but his whole muzzle into her rapidly-fluttering sex, lapping at her innermost depths in ways that would make any stallion despair to dream that they could hope to equal!

"Please!" wiled Molestia, gasping for breath as her head snapped up, a spatter of precum splashing her ample chest, only barely visible as a slight glistening against her pearly white fur. "Please, I need this...I need you so badly!"

Obliging his lady, the Great Prince pulled his muzzle back, and instantly Molestia was mounting him, moaning even more loudly than before as she rubbed her aching lower lips against his proud penis...then sank herself down, forcing herself to go slow, to savor the moment to the very fullest. It took all her concentration, all her determination...but she did it. And when she felt his sac squeezing against her throbbing clitty, the pleasure came rushing in, hard and fast, blasting her mind in a heartbeat as she whinnied once more, then gave herself over to the abandon of wild passion.

Grunting softly, her breath coming in short, gasping pants, Molestia bounced on the Great Prince's shaft, looking down every so often to watch as its slick, glistening pink length left her, then filled her up again, fast as the piston of a well-tuned engine. This was true horsepower! How long could he last like this? If she didn't change her rhythm would he just lie beneath her, that lightly smug smirk on his face as he let her ride herself to exhaustion, moving his hips only just enough to ensure that she would crave him forever, keeping her from ever losing the raw moment to tedium? Yes, she realized - that was exactly what he would do!

That is, if she let him.

Reaching down inside of herself, Molestia gripped with her inner walls, gritting her teeth as she called on all the power of her feminine form. She didn't need to look over her shoulder to sense the look of astonishment on the Great Prince's face, followed moments later by one of gasping pleasure as his head jerked back, his antlers scuffing the sheets, before his hips arched upward - taking her with them!

Now it was a ride! Wings spreading wide, Molestia cried out in the sheer joy of raw, unbridled pleasure as the Great Prince started to put her all into nailing her, just as hard and rough as she could ever desire! He was a beautiful beast!

"Yes!" Molestia cried out, grateful that she'd at last thrown off the shackles that kept her bound into her responsible self, instead embracing the desperate needs that she'd kept bubbling beneath the surface for far too long. "Harder, my prince! Make me...ah...AH...AAAAIIIIEEEEE!"

Squealing like a blank flank getting her first taste of horsecock, Molestia's mind was blown as she felt the first powerful squirt of stag cum against her cervix, setting off a host of inner tremors that left her belly shuddering, inside and out. Still she rode him, white-capped breasts bouncing vigorously as she did all she could to drain her proud prince dry. Every drop...she needed every drop...

Panting, her eyes almost closed, Molestia lost track of how long it had been. Time had simply stopped having any meaning. She was exhausted now, worn out in ways that only a mating by a truly epic lover could cause her to experience. This was what she'd been promised, after all...if only she would yield, just a little, to the forces that even now were working to bring passion just like hers to the galaxy.

Princess Molestia knew there were agents of those dark powers in the Percheron at that very moment. Knew it, because she'd been the one to shield them from Onomi's ever-watchful eye, her own powers able to match even that of the great Kymellian sorceress-queen. They would watch, and they would wait, and in time, they would finally strike, at the moment when it would mean the most. But Molestia felt no guilt for what she'd done, nor for what she knew she'd do in the future.

After all, everything she did, she did for the glory of pleasure.

Looking up as the door to the bathroom opened, Princess Molestia smiled at the sight of the towel-clad Fleur de Lis and Mena. She could tell immediately why both mare and doe had spent so long in the shower - they'd been washing each other...and quite a bit more, the smell of sex still upon them, the cleansing of their shower still not enough to hide the flush of their cheeks or the exquisite aroma of flushed passion.

Shifting her thighs slightly, Molestia grinned as she felt the Great Prince's member stir within her. With this discovery, she grinned seductively at the two lovely females, then licked her lips, curling a finger in open invitation.

"I think our Royal Highness still has some life to him," she said, slowly lifting herself from the Great Prince's mighty pride. "Ooh yeah - more than enough for all of us to share."

[+10% unexpected bonus to our rolls - new chance of success 50%]

Eyes squeezed tightly shut, Bambi grit his teeth, a look of beautiful anguish on his face as the Dingoes coated him with their cum, laughing loudly, cruelly at his humiliation. He wasn't even a person in their eyes. Instead, he was just an object, a toy for them to use up and cast aside at their leisure. If he wasn't a rather valuable toy, they'd have done far worse to him than make use of his mouth, and leave him covered in shame.

"Well," sighed the snaggletoothed Dingo, scratching his tightly-muscled belly before zipping up. "That was fun and all, but I think it's high time we got you back to our buddies." Unhooking the power lasso's launcher tube from his belt, the Dingo gave it a tug, almost sending Bambi sprawling onto his cum-splattered face. It was a fortunate thing that the young prince didn't tumble, though - if he'd given these wicked brutes another flash of his trim white tail, there was little doubt that they'd have abandoned all efforts to save his hind for Shere Khan in favor of indulging their desires right then and there. Instead, Bambi rode the hard pull, using it to rise to his feet, gripping his hands tightly as he fought to keep up with the rapid pace of the cruel animal that was going to sell him off to that monster, the tiger of business - Shere Khan.

[rolled 50% exactly - success #1! New chance of success - 55%]

Then, before Bambi's startled eyes, a narrow beam of light severed the strand connecting him to the snaggletoothed Dingo's lasso tube. An instant later he heard the hissing crack of ionized air closing back in on the space the laser had just occupied. And just like that, he was free!

Wasting no time, Bambi dove for cover behind a nearby outcropping of rubble, where a building had once stood. His wrists were still bound, after all, with knots that were surprisingly well-done, and he wasn't confident in his ability to fight without getting in the way of his would-be rescuers. A moment later, a towering metal man stepped into view, a far smaller, distinctly feminine machine (if in an abstract way) floating right behind. As the Dingoes gaped, both of the robots hummed with power as their weapons systems came fully online, glowing with brilliant blue light.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/EVE

http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Liberty_Prime]

"Drop...your weapons!" boomed the voice of the humanoid, and instantly the Dingoes complied, cowering before the superior might of the man-shaped battlesystem. "Now," it continued, motioning with one arm, "run away."

Once again, the Dingoes complied, scampering for their turbo-mules as fast as their legs could carry them.

Suddenly, Bambi felt his wrists come free, and looked around to see a small, black felinoid standing next to him, a smug expression on his face.

"C'mon," said the little pantheroid, starting toward a far taller, swarthy human who stepped from the shadows of a nearby building. "But don't you forget: you owe your freedom to Panther Lily and Gajeel Redfox...though mostly to Panther Lily."

"Yeah," replied Bambi, still dazed as he got to his feet, rubbing his sore wrists. "Sure. Whatever you say."

Well...at least these weirdoes seemed to be on his side for once.

Ooh! Except not all of them were weirdoes! As made clearly evident by the busty foxbabe and catbabe now standing in front of him.

[http://outlawstar.wikia.com/wiki/Aisha_Clan-Clan

http://fategrandorder.wikia.com/wiki/Tamamo_no_Mae]

"Sorry we were a little late," said the dusky-skinned cat-eared girl, flexing a single surprisingly large bicep, while the lovely red-haired foxgirl gave Bambi a hand up. "Guns like these take a while to swing into action."

"We're just glad you're all right, Prince Bambi," said the foxgirl. "When Tank Girl first saw the wanted posters, we feared the worst."

Tank Girl?

"You mean there's more of you out there?" asked Bambi, looking around, expecting to see any number of people pop out of the woodwork.

"They're busy," explained the straw-haired, tawny-skinned catgirl. "They're on the lookout for your friends."

"The Three Little Pigs?" Bambi asked hopefully, only for his ears to droop as he saw the looks of confusion on both women's faces, and on that of Gajeel and Panther Lily as well. "Oh," he said, finally, before straightening, visibly screwing up his courage. "At least the others still have a chance."

Berri didn't look back. Sweet bare buns on full display, the trim, slim ground squirrel girl knew perfectly well that she was smoking hot. What male _wouldn't_want to do her? Unable to answer that question with anything but a resounding "Nobody, that's who," the grey-furred, blonde-haired kept making tracks. After all, tough though she was, Berri knew better than to take on an entire army of street thugs...at least not without guns; lots and lots of guns. She'd lost sight of the others a good while back, but that made sense, didn't it? After all, that Bambi kid had wasted good hoof time trying to save one of those pudgy pigs, when it was obvious there wasn't any hope for him. As for the others, they'd been through a lot rougher treatment than Berri when they were in the clutches of Zeke and his cronies, so it was no surprise they didn't have a hope of keeping up with her, instead lingering back in a little knot, sticking close together.

Before Berri, just up ahead, she saw the bright lights of the Pyramid Casino. About an equal distance away, she saw the Percheron, sharing the opposite side of the street. The two weren't exactly rivals - more friendly competitors, their relationship a lot tighter than the ones they had with the rest of Casino City's establishments. It was rumored that the mysterious owner of the Pyramid liked to frequent the Percheron, and partake of some of its many delights.

Turning her feet toward the Percheron, knowing that, if they made it, her former companions would head toward the Pyramid, where Bambi had told them to meet up, Berri felt a renewed sense of confidence.

That sense of confidence, of course, was the precursor to a terrible fall.

In this case, the fall was literal, as Berri abruptly felt a shifting beneath her feet, before the ground itself was jerked out from under her, sending her tumbling forward onto hands-and-knees. Looking back, blinking in shock, Berri gaped as she saw the sandy street suddenly lift, revealing an old storm grate, long-disused in the near-perpetual drought surrounding the desert. She didn't have long to look, however, before a black-furred head thrust itself from the darkness, whiskers quivering at the end of a triangular nose. The creature's beady red eyes scanned around for just a moment, before falling inevitably on Berri's flawless butt.

[http://warhammerfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Skaven]

Squealing in delight, the ratlike humanoid, broad-shouldered and solidly-muscled despite its modest height, scrambled furiously from the storm drain, straight toward Berri, naked pink hands outstretched.

"Like, get back, you nasty thing," Berri demanded in her Valley accent, planting her foot right in the middle of the rat-thing's face, sending him tumbling back into the dark hole with a squeak of shock. She'd only just gotten her legs under her, however, when the storm drain suddenly became a flurry of activity, as a squeaking, hairy horde boiled up from the depths, scrambling toward her with terrifying speed!

"Get off!" Berri cried out as one grabbed at her wrist, delivering a powerful heel-palm strike that knocked it back. A kick here, then a punch there, however, simply wasn't enough, not when there were three to take the place of every one that she knocked down! "Like, nooo!"

But it was no use. Especially large, burly ratmen caught Berri's arms, shoving her forward, while others helped, until she was once again on all-fours.

"Nice nice!" exclaimed one of the squeaking horrors, strong hands seizing her upturned bum, soon joined by others as the ugly beasts crowded around, every one of them eager for a turn. "This one tight-tight!"

"We breed-breed her well-well!" squealed another in excited frenzy, slapping Berri's cheek with a thick, bloated ratshaft as he seized her ponytail tightly, forcing her head up to receive the sickening blow, letting her clearly see that far too many of these disgusting creatures had swollen warts, and sometimes even boils, on their ugly cocks. Every one of these monsters was a breeding ground for who knew how many awful diseases! Diseases every single one of them intended to share with her...

"I stick her here-here," exulted one of them, prodding Berri's exposed tailhole with an intrusive finger.

"You share-share!" protested another. "She take-take us both!"

"She take six-six here!" laughed a third, forcing a bony finger into her snatch, making the ground squirrel girl wince in pain at the sudden intrusion. "Healthy breeding wench-wench! Plenty of fun-fun for all!"

"Not now-now," said another, his voice more raspy than the others, and slightly muffled. Turning, Berri saw that the speaker, given a relatively wide berth by the other rat-things, was clad in a strange leather garment, complete with an old-fashioned gas mask. In his hand was a vile of glowing green goo, which he uncorked as he approached. "Hold her still-still. Give her warp essence, she do whatever we like-like."

Rough hands gripped Berri's head, then, shoving her down, while others grabbed her waist, forcing her bottom high, until it was almost sticking straight up in the air. Looking up as she tried in vain to kick her way free, Berri saw the masked creature holding out the flask of viscous liquid, saw him lift it over her exposed pink parts, saw him start to tilt it forward...

"AAAAAHHHH!" screamed Berri as, suddenly, the green liquid splashed down over both tailhole and quim, wetting down her fur, making it stick tightly to her toned buns. The sensation was a shock of stark, utter cold. At least at first. Then, only a few short moments later, the ice turned to fire...a fire that seared, and sizzled deep, deep within her belly, at a point somewhere so deep inside of her, she didn't know if anything could possibly quench it! "Please!" she wailed as the rat-things released her, peels of laughter from their piping, squeaking voices answering her desperate plea. "Please!"

"Warp essence always work-work," laughed the masked rat, parting his leather robes, freeing an ugly prick as thick and swollen as a bruised sausage. "Now she do whatever we like-like."

Eager now as Berri writhed on the ground before them, her eyes heavy-lidded as she tried desperately to catch her breath, every one of the filthy squeakers tore off armored loincloths and kilts, baring diseased members that were painfully bloated, every one like a blister waiting to pop.

[55% chance of success - rolled 55 exact - success #2! New chance of success - 60%]

As the ratty horde were closing in, suddenly the air was rent by a mighty roar, which shuddered the senses of everyone there, sending even the lust-delirious Berri tumbling flat onto the ground, while the rat-things all around her squealed in terror. Into their midst, a sword limned in searing blue flame raised high in his hand, was a mighty liontaur, noble of bearing, powerful of body. Berri could only stare in a haze of desperate lust as the powerful warrior waded forward, striking out left and right, driving the ratmen before him. And behind him came a figure no less lovely in Berri's eyes, a lioness wearing a striped nemes, the flames of magical fire alive in her hands, wreathing her mate in protective light, keeping the disgusting vermin from touching his sanctified flesh so long as she kept her hands raised, her power hot.

But then everything suddenly burst into flame and smoke, as a great explosion rocked the street. Dazed as much with the impact force as with the lust of the strange warp essence, Berri could only gape stupidly as a woman in abbreviated military gear, accompanied by a humanoid kangaroo came walking out of the smoke, machineguns gripped in their hands with an almost casual air.

"Good hunting around here," said the woman with a grin, turning her goggle-clad head toward her marsupial companion. "Lots of easy targets."

"No friendlies, either," laughed the 'roo casually, leaning over to light the cigar clenched in his companion's teeth. "Well, except for the hottie there. Hey, hot-stuff! You still with us?"

"C-...c-..."

"I think she's delirious," the woman said, frowning as she approached, reaching down to grip one of the ground squirrel's arms. "C'mon, Booga: gimme a hand here."

"Cock!" Berri choked out just as the kangaroo gripped her other arm, before turning suddenly, and kissing the woman full on the lips, catching her completely off-guard.

"Well," said Tank Girl, blinking behind her thick goggles as she watched Berri turn, and give an equally passionate kiss to Booga. "The natives certainly are friendly around here, huh?"

"You said it," answered Booga with a grin, eyebrows raised as he watched Berri drop to her knees, already fumbling with his belt, then put out a restraining hand. "Hold up, sweet stuff - we're in a combat zone. You're cute 'n all, but I'd rather not have my pecker get blown off by shrapnel, thank you very much."

"Need...cock!" Berri protested, struggling against Tank Girl's strong arms as the human got the ground squirrel into a full-nelson from behind.

"Hey, we'll help you out plenty later," Tank Girl tried to explain. "Just...just calm down a bit, why don'tcha...?"

"Sleep," said Kreesha, raising a single hand as she approached, the skaven having fled back to their holes and dark hideouts beneath the city streets. Instantly, Berri grew stock-still...then went completely limp in Tank Girl's arms. "She's been tainted by a powerful magical force," explained the liontaur mage with a grim expression. "I fear that the only cure will be to give her what she wants. All of it...and more. I've seen similar cases among some of the more degenerate fertility cults, and the victims can only be freed by...satisfying them. Fully."

Tank Girl and Booga traded a glance, then grinned.

"We'll see what we can do," the human woman declared, before carefully laying Berri over the back of Rakeesh, who stood stoically by as he looked at his wife with an arched eyebrow. Kreesha only shrugged in response, and the mighty liontaur paladin heaved a resigned sigh.

The things one was required to do in the name of Good.

Explosions burst before the four girls, then behind them, bringing them up short in a haze of smoke and confusion. Of the four, Goldie Pheasant was almost catatonic with fear, her only grasp on reason the drive to stick close to the other three of her companions. Now, naked and disoriented, with a sudden attack from an unknown source stopping them from making for the glowing lights of safety, so very close before them, and yet so very far as well, the gold-feathered girl was nearly on the verge of total emotional collapse. She'd simply been strained for too far, for too long.

Shirley McLoon, however, faced the burly figure that came stomping out of the smoke, a mask covering his face, protecting him from the effects of the vapors. Just a pace behind him came another figure, lean and wild-eyed, his hair smoldering, a cybernetic peg leg clacking lightly on the ground as he stumped forward.

[http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Junkrat

http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Roadhog]

"Boy are you in the wrong neighborhood!" laughed the wild-eyed, lean-faced demolitionist, rattling the bandolier of explosives on his chest with his mad cackle.

"Nuh-uh, Junkie," said the big man, reaching down to rest his hand on his companion's shoulder. "Alive. The Queen said alive."

"I was gonna, Roadhog!" protested Junkrat, though he did noticeably shift his hand to reach for a quite different bomb than the one he'd been about to pull from his seemingly-endless bandolier. "See, you girls're lucky! There's someone in charge of this whole city, the Queen Beneath. Everybody who's anybody knows she's there, but nobody talks about her. That somebody...well, she wants the four of you." He rolled his eyes at Roadhog with an evil snigger.

"Probably to make babies," Roadhog opined with a casual shrug. "Maybe eventually to go to Shere Khan, so he'll owe her one. None of my business, though. We're just here to take you to her. So...you gonna come quietly, or what?"

"Like, what," answered Shirley with an arched eyebrow, giving her blonde head a toss. "I'm not into that whole egg-laying thing yet, you get me? And right now I'm getting this mondo hit of negative karma from you two. You really need to get your auras in alignment with the cosmos."

The mismatched pair stood there, blinking, for almost a full minute. Then they looked at each other, confusion obvious on...well, Junkrat's face, at least, since Roadhog's wasn't really visible beneath his gas mask.

"What did she just say?" asked Roadhog.

"I think she was telling us to get lost," answered Junkrat with a shrug, before turning back to Shirley, Foxy, Caramel, and Goldie. "Yeah, that's not happening." He gripped the explosive he'd been selecting before, and jerked it out of his bandolier. "Now it's time for you to come with us, girlies. No more delays."

"What I said," Shirley explained, rolling her eyes heavenward, "is you've both done some pretty bad stuff. Doing bad stuff means bad stuff comes back around to you. That's karma. I was just telling you to stop doing bad stuff, or you'll be sorry."

Once again, the pair paused. This time, however, when they processed what Shirley had said, they both burst out laughing.

"Oh man, that's rich!" chortled Junkrat.

"A little duckie like you, gonna make us sorry?" guffawed Roadhog.

"I didn't say _I_was going to do a thing," Shirley corrected, beak up in indignation, the girls behind her hesitant, but somehow drawing confidence from the white-feathered loon's own certainty. Then she looked down as a small blue vial suddenly rolled across the smooth street, coming to a stop right in front of the pair of unsightly mercs. "Too late," she added with a light shrug of her own. "You, like, really should've listened."

[60% chance of success - rolled 32 - success!]

FOOMPF!

"Bu-cawk!"

As the blue smoke from the exploding vial cleared, where once had stood two of the most dangerous mercenaries in the universe, now stood two very confused-looking chickens.

"Aw man," laughed a small fox, stepping out from behind the ruined wall where he'd been hiding, resting his potion-launcher jauntily on one shoulder. "I love it when that happens!" Then he hurried forward, reaching out to take Goldie Pheasant's hand, she being the closest of the girls to his hiding spot. "C'mon - that stuff's great, but it doesn't last too long. We'd better get going while the going's good."

Where once she'd been on the verge of total despair, suddenly the beautiful pheasant girl felt hope spring within her breast, clearing away the cobwebs of panic. Smiling widely, the blonde chick suddenly leaned down, and kissed Pip right on the cheek.

"My hero!" she exclaimed, while the tight-muscled fox's ears curled down tightly against his head.

"Uh, heh," he stammered, apparently completely taken aback by this reaction - for all his heroic ways, he didn't seem to have a lot of experience with some of the "rewards" that heroism could bring.

"Come on," exclaimed a high-pitched, girlish voice, before a bat-like little figure flapped her way next to Pip's shoulder. "All the others are already heading toward the safe casinos, I think the Percheron. I already got the princesses there, safe and sound!" She added, puffing out her furry chest with obvious pride.

"Oh, uh, yeah, of course!" Pip exclaimed, recovering quickly as he tightened his grip on Goldie's hand, since it was pretty obvious she needed the guidance the most, even with her improved mood. "C'mon!" he called to the others, making sure they were following him before he started off. "Just a little bit farther!"

And this time, when the bright lights of the Percheron Casino shone before them with open invitation, nothing stopped them from passing through its doors, and into the safety within.

Choices

*Desert City

1) 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)

2) 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)

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

4) Some more fun at the Pyramid Casino - 1

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

5) Pirates and Mercenaries at Treasure Island - 0

(Focused on Don Karnage and Wolf O'Donnell)

6) Once more to the Percheron

(Finish up the strip poker scenes, and the fun with Berri)

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

-Desert Excavation - 0

-Fat Cat's Casino - 0

-The Mouse Trap - 0

-Pleasure Island - 0

-Sewers - 0

-Treasure Island - 0

8) Slaves in the Desert - 2

(Rampant human slave abuse, pregnancies advance...and so does the excavation of the Evil Ruins - a definite Bad End, if this sort of thing is voted in too many times)

*Castlevania and Environs

9) Stallion's struggle - 3

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

10) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 16

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

11) The final Count-down - 7

(60% chance of success, rolled 3 times)

12) Treasure Hunting - 11

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

13) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 21

14) More scenes in the Jungles of Rage - 4

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)