Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Entry 59 by Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Entry 59

Story by Gideon Kalve Jarvis on SoFurryAugust 2017~37 min read

Gideon Kalve Jarvis, Anal, Canine, Choose Your Own Adventure, Coyote, Crocodile, Crossover, Disney, Exhibitionism, Gang-Rape, Human, M/F, M/M, Oral, Orgy, Otter, Raccoon, Rule 34, Scalie, Starfox, Teenagers, Teens, Vaginal, Video Games, Wolf

A bit of an indulgence on my part, playing out a scene that I wasn't sure would get voted in, but which had been plaguing me for a while, so here it is, at least the part I could get in within my sometimes limited timeframe: the orgy at Treasure Island.

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Entry 59

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis and gryfalcon

Author Notes

You will notice that there are no Vote Tallies this week. That’s because of minor hiccups in getting things started again…which, I suppose, is only to be expected, since I’m still climbing back into the saddle – do please be patient during the catchup. So, this week, instead of tallying things up, I’m going to do something purely for the sake of self-indulgence: the Treasure Island Casino.

UFC Entry 59

To say that Don Karnage was pleased would be more than an understatement: he was ecstatic! The reason for his good mood would be immediately apparent to everyone in the Treasure Island casino who bothered to look his way as he kicked the door open, and strode up the stairs leading to the “captain’s table,” above the general rabble and melee of the rest of the noisy joint: over his right shoulder wriggled the flawlessly smooth, heart-shaped bottom of the Princess Ariel, while tucked under his other arm was the equally adorable, though somewhat more dainty tushie of the Princess Melody, Ariel’s daughter, snatched from a future timeline so that both young princesses could face their fate right at their most impressionable period of life – the perfect time to start training them as slaves. Of course, right then, there weren’t many people who bothered to look in Don Karnage’s direction, however lovely his squirming prizes might have been, for reasons that would soon become apparent, once Karnage reached his usual spot.

Though the ransom (or sale, depending on personal preference – Karnage had not yet decided which he preferred yet) of two especially beautiful princesses would be immense, enough to buy a personal planetoid, the pirate captain knew perfectly well that he was worth every credit. Don Karnage’s ship, the Iron Vulture, was one of the linchpin vessels in the vanguard of the Council of Evil’s space fleet, certainly, but the pirate captain was far more than just the owner of a good combat ship. Oh no, he was far more than that indeed, for Don Karnage was the one who had tamed the kilrathi Emperor himself, the young but mighty (and, Don Karnage had to admit, highly virile) Thrakhath nar Kiranka, and with that taming, had brought the kilrathi under the command of the rest of the Council of Evil. Besides such “legitimate” assistance, of course, it was Don Karnage’s contacts that had allowed the Council of Evil to facilitate deals with so many other groups, like the Dingoes of New Texas, the Skavengers, and, of course, Star Wolf, one of the best teams of mercenary pilots that money could buy. Oh, and the Snivelaks, of course, but, well…that wasn’t really all that great a feat: the Thugs-4-Less would work for just about anyone.

[https://www.animationsource.org/tssourcepage/pirate-profiles.htm

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

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Don\_Karnage

http://www.wcnews.com/wcpedia/Kilrathi

http://www.wcnews.com/wcpedia/Thrakhath\_nar\_Kiranka

http://spyro.wikia.com/wiki/Skavengers

http://starfox.wikia.com/wiki/Star\_Wolf

http://ratchet.wikia.com/wiki/Thugs-4-Less]

Speaking of Star Wolf, as Karnage reached the apex of the long wooden staircase that took him away from the hubbub below, who should Don Karnage see but…

“Ah, the great Wolf O’Donnell!” exclaimed Karnage as he plopped his pretty packages down on the table next to his usual chair, ignoring their muffled protests at such rough handling through their gags. “And the lovely and equally great Captain Sale and Krystal! Enjoying your latest spoils, yes no?”

[http://starfox.wikia.com/wiki/Krystal

http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Sale\_%28Earth-616%29 and http://marvel-war-of-heroes.wikia.com/wiki/Fellow\_Halfworlder\_Captain\_Sale

http://starfox.wikia.com/wiki/Wolf\_O%27Donnell

Also: http://marvel.com/universe/Lylla and http://the30thoffebruary.deviantart.com/art/Lylla-s-Dresses-Sketch-452666345 and http://the30thoffebruary.deviantart.com/art/Rocket-sFamily-XD-456373936 and http://the30thoffebruary.deviantart.com/art/IsThereLoveForUs-448713983 and http://the30thoffebruary.deviantart.com/art/Lylla-448417018 and http://anggrc.deviantart.com/art/Lady-Lylla-464750540 and http://platypusrobot.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-issue-spectacular-rocket-raccoon.html]

“Yes,” answered O’Donnell shortly, not taking his one eye off the sleekly naked, golden-furred ottergirl on her knees before the expansive, thronelike chair that he, like all the few allowed to sit at the Captain’s Table, used as his seat while in the Treasure Island casino.

“She’s on loan from me,” the similarly one-eyed raccoon woman in the skintight orange spacer’s jumpsuit added with a light smirk, almost lovingly caressing the short, rounded ears of the lovely mustelid. “Princess Lylla, how you’ve fallen – from being boned by the most eligible ringtailed male this side of Arcturus, to deep-throating thick, nasty-tasting wolfdick in a space pirate hangout…mmm, yeah, used and abused like a filthy slut…”

“Actually,” the blue-furred vixen in the skintight purple-and-lilac bodysuit chimed in, “I can speak from experience when I say that Wolfie’s not that bad-tasting – comes from his healthy diet. And I hardly think an otter would choke just from holding her breath.”

“Don’t spoil our fun, girlie,” grumbled Sale, slipping down onto her knees behind Lylla and starting to kiss her way down the ottergirl’s neck and shoulders, her dexterous coonie hands teasing the other woman’s tiny nipples (a stark contrast to Sale’s own surprisingly generous endowment, despite her diminutive size), until Lylla was moaning loudly around O’Donnell’s own endowment, which, like Sale’s, was quite generous. “I caught me a princess, and by Space, I’m gonna get all the fun out of her that I can!” She kissed Lylla’s cheek, a wicked grin on her face. “At least until we track down that cheating bastard Rocket, two-timing on me with this skinny hussy, and who knows who else in the meantime…”

Though she was Krystal’s alter-ego, a psychic construct created when General Scales had kept one version of the Cerinian vixen on his ship, while tossing the other overboard, the evil (more-or-less) version of Krystal had long ago taken on a full life of her own, thanks to regular infusions of the magic on Dinosaur Planet. She also had Krystal’s full complement of powers, including a measure of telepathy, when the subject allowed her in. In this case, Sale seemed more than happy to share some of the devious things she intended to do with Rocket Raccoon once she caught up with him, and whatever those images might have been, they were enough to make even Krystal’s slutty side given life blush hard enough that it turned her white-furred cheeks pink.

“Still involved in relationships of questionable consent, I see,” chuckled Don Karnage, seating himself in his own thronelike chair and stretching out his legs, seemingly unconcerned about the two naked, pink-skinned cuties squirming against the stout ropes holding their wrists behind their backs, and their ankles together, or their loud and obvious protests and pleas through the gags plugging their pretty mouths. “Really, you should try something more straightforward, like me. Perhaps you would find it more satisfying in the end, yes no, instead of your dalliances with males and females that always seem to leave you wanting more, and unable to get it.”

“I’ve got my ways,” growled O’Donnell, not taking his eye off Lylla as she closed both of hers, and worked her way right down to the base of his proud shaft, churring happily as Sale worked a hand between the ottergirl’s stubby legs. “And I’ve got my pay. That’s all that matters.”

“Falco Lombardi thought I was the other Krystal,” Krystal said with a contemptuous sneer. “All we needed was the StarFox team’s latest location, running guard duty for a diplomatic envoy, and,” she snapped her fingers, “we’ve got more than enough to keep us very busy for a while, back in Wolfie’s personal quarters.” The blue-furred vixen giggled, biting her lower lip as she openly and unashamedly squeezed her breasts through her jumpsuit, right before Karnage’s eyes as naughty thoughts filled her mind. “Of course, I guess he had to put the StarFox team there – minus that slippery Fox McCloud, sadly, after he slipped out in a damaged R-Wing – just to keep Panther and Leon from getting to them. Fun as it’ll be when Panther sinks his barbed kittyprick into that hot blue birdy butt, Wolfie wants that privilege first. Captain’s rights and all that.”

“I owe him,” O’Donnell snarled, curling his lip as his hips lifted slightly, his ice cold demeanor slipping slightly as Lylla started bobbing her head harder, faster, looking up at him with an almost pleading expression. “He stole my Fox away from me.”

[http://members.adult-fanfiction.org/profile.php?no=1296826511&view=story&zone=games for more on Wolf O’Donnell’s complicated love life; start with Poker Night, the last story listed, and the first one written]

“And still chasing after younger men,” laughed Karnage, idly parting his broad sea jacket, revealing the firmly-muscled body beneath, for he hadn’t bothered with a shirt that night, even in the desert chill, not seeming to notice the wide-eyed stares of the two human (or apparently so) teens lying with their feet only the span of his arm away from the pirate captain. “Ah, my friend, you really are a romantic. I’ve heard that you have that McCloud fellow’s wife as well…or is it fiancée? I do lose track. The lovely little fennec…Fara was it?”

“And Miyu Lynx, and Fay Spaniel, and…” Krystal started to expound, but O’Donnell raised a hand, and she fell silent – as much as Krystal (at least this one) loved to dwell on the salacious activities of others almost as much as her own, she knew when something could ruin the mood for somebody else. At least most of the time. “Um, well…all of StarFox, I guess,” she trailed off with a lightly disappointed sigh. “They’re all tucked away in stasis pods for now, like luggage. Actually, as far as anyone could tell to look at the boxes, they might as well be luggage, since the pods are shielded enough to keep out most scans below top-end military grade. Not that Wolfie’s planning on selling off his pretty blue birdie, or his friends.”

[Some of what Wolf O’Donnell is planning for Falco:

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/6732035/

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/1467432/

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/1467513/]

O’Donnell was a little too busy right then with grunting, his teeth bared, as he dug gouges into the arms of his chair, giving Lylla a generous dose of liquid protein, which the little ottergirl gulped down, her neck rippling with each copious gush, moaning happily as Sale gave her fingers an especially hard jerk and twist, which made Lylla’s eyes roll back into her head as her whole body started to shiver in waves from the top of her head down to the tip of her thick, rudderlike tail.

“You’re gonna pay me back for this, princess,” the ringtailed pirate captain hissed low and eager in Lylla’s ear, before giving it a hungry nibble. “For such a long time!”

Unbuckling his belt with all the casualness of someone who has nothing to hide, and knows it, Karnage almost seemed not to notice his two prisoners as they waited in anxious trepidation to see what the wicked pirate had in store for them, neither one of the naïve ingénues having more than the most vague of clues as to what a male might do to a helpless female, especially two as beautiful and sweet and tight as Ariel and Melody were. Instead of looking at the two princesses, Karnage allowed himself to look out over the melee of the “lower deck,” as the common area of the Treasure Island casino was often called. Chuckling at the sight that awaited him, Karnage admitted that, even as gorgeous a person as he was, and as gorgeous as his two new slaves were, he couldn’t fault any of the pirates and other scum of the galaxy there for not paying him any heed: King K. Rool was at it again, it seemed, and he had the entire place in a frenzy!

Hanging over the lower deck were the Kongs, of course – the King’s demanded price for his service to the Council of Evil, personally delivered to him by Bowser Koopa himself – as it turned out, the Kongs didn’t have a lot of resistance to magic, and while Donkey Kong might have been able to match the Koopa King physically, there wasn’t much he could do against a shot of one of Bowser’s numerous spells. Bowser had been so thorough, in fact, that he’d even brought along Pauline, Donkey’s old human flame, as sultry and seductive as ever, despite her graceful progress into her middle years.

[Candy (http://www.mariowiki.com/Candy\_Kong

http://www.mariowiki.com/Diddy\_Kong

http://www.mariowiki.com/Dixie\_Kong

http://donkeykong.wikia.com/wiki/Donkey\_Kong

http://www.mariowiki.com/pauline and http://thebourgyman.deviantart.com/art/Pauline-s-unpractical-dress-356510479

http://www.mariowiki.com/Tiny\_Kong

Trapped in cages too strong even for the mighty Donkey to escape, the Kongs were left there, naked and completely helpless, as K. Rool gesticulated and gloated over his “victory” to his numerous kremling minions, who’d happily joined the numerous other dregs of the galaxy partying it up on the lower decks, shoulder-to-shoulder with Karnage’s air pirates, Zebesian space pirates, Kilrathi warriors, snivelaks, Dingoes, krogans and batari from the Blood Pack, hornfaced rynocs (formerly out of a job after Spyro’s defeat of their last boss, until Malefor had brought them into line), a smattering of bangaas, and even a few of the vicious sergal people, reputed by many to be able to swallow their victims whole. Towering over them all, however, was a figure that demanded respect, despite his somewhat goofy face, simply by dint of size and reputation. Seemingly uninterested in the well-raped Donkey and Diddy Kong as they lay, limp and spent in their cages after K. Rool had personally violated them, or the four lady Kongs (including Pauline, of course) looking down through the floors of their cages in what scant clothing K. Rool had allowed them, never knowing when he’d suddenly drop them into the melee below, the massive scaly figure was bigger even than the Krusha kremlings, or K. Rool himself. Where a sergal might have been able to swallow someone whole (if the rumors were true, that is), this beast certainly could, and even though he didn’t bother wearing a stitch of clothing to cover his heavy, red organ as it dangled freely from his vent, nobody dared to point this out to him.

Tick-Tock the Crocodile, after all, went where he pleased, and did what he wanted, and there was nobody that could stop him.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Tick-Tock\_the\_Crocodile]

Right now, Tick-Tock’s entire attention was focused on King K. Rool, the full-bodied kremling ruler gesticulating with his hook hand as he stood at the far end of a long plank that extended from the Captain’s Table area well over the lower decks, his other hand gripping his oversized cutlass, brandishing it with such enthusiasm, Karnage, watching calmly from the table as he pushed his trousers down his muscular legs, decided it would be most wise to keep a healthy distance. Standing on the plank, just a few steps onto its well-polished wooden surface, were two lovely young figures: the princess Tiger Lily, freshly teleported in from somewhere to the north only a few hours ago, and her dear friend, Wendy Darling.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Tiger\_Lily

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Wendy\_Darling]

Kneeling behind K. Rool’s as he continued to shout out at his audience, building them up to a full frenzy of anxious lust, was Wendy’s daughter, Jane, snatched from a future possibility in the same way Karnage had been given the dark-haired young beauty, Melody, so that she was her mother’s same pubescent age. With the youngster were three others, not nearly so young: the crew of the ship that had been carrying the royal teens and other diplomats, two of whom were about to be made to walk the plank, not into a sea of ocean-dwelling predators, but into one of lust-crazed, sweaty, smelly, sex-starved deck swabs! Jane, like Wendy, had obviously been taken while still in her nightclothes, so fast had the attack come, but the captain of the vessel, a lean and elegant felinoid, was still dressed to the nines in her picture-perfect blue uniform, and her security head, a tall and muscular-looking human woman, was still sporting her skintight black uniform. The chief engineer on the vessel, though…well, she’d probably been caught while still in the shower, since all she was wearing around her furry body was a towel that was just a little bit too short.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Captain\_Amelia

http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Florence\_Ambrose

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Jane\_(Peter\_Pan)

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Sergeant\_Calhoun

And also these, for fun: https://twokinds.deviantart.com/art/Florence-Ambrose-Magazine-Fanart-297271614 and https://twokinds.deviantart.com/art/Florence-Ambrose-Maid-Outfit-Fanart-292083719]

Considering that the railing around the Captain’s Table area (sometimes jokingly called the Poop Deck) was high enough to keep all but the blonde security chief’s head out of view of the scum below, it was obvious that K. Rool intended to keep them for himself. Wendy and Tiger Lily, however…Karnage slowly licked his chops as he eyed the pair, resting one paw on each of his own prizes’ taut little bottoms as they lay on their sides, inadvertently exposing their obviously achingly snug holes to his greedy glance. A pity to waste such fine girlflesh, really, on such uncouth louts. Still, knowing K. Rool’s flamboyant tendencies, it would be quite a show!

[http://danny-jay.deviantart.com/art/On-your-knees-300265551

http://marioshi64.deviantart.com/art/The-Kremlings-381513047

http://marioshi64.deviantart.com/art/Plea-to-the-Kremling-King-91911889

http://chetrippo.deviantart.com/art/Pirates-of-the-Kremisphere-15210547

http://chetrippo.deviantart.com/art/K-R-E-M-L-I-N-G-66689536

http://fischhead.deviantart.com/art/King-K-Rool-549975896

http://fischhead.deviantart.com/gallery/55034480/KREMLINGS - full gallery

http://donkeykong.wikia.com/wiki/Kremlings]

“Har!” laughed the king of the kremlings, nudging first the blue nightgown-wearing Wendy, and then the doeskin-wearing Tiger Lily with the very tip of his cutlass against the visible swellings of each young teen’s bottom, until they were standing about a third of the way down the plank and Wendy, good Victorian girl that she was, was doing her level best to keep her legs pressed tightly together, her face forward, pointedly ignoring the host of leering reptiles with wide white eyes crowding around the base of the Poop Deck, trying to get a peep up the skirts of the supple pair. “Pity that those two Kongs were such good sport! They bucked like the deck in a hurricane! Especially the little one, Diddy…mmm, nice, tight buns on that one. Almost as tight as these!” the big-bellied reptile added laughingly, prodding Wendy’s and then Tiger Lily’s bottoms once more, the expressions of shock on the prideful faces of the typically stoic teens enough to draw hoots of laughter from the host of kremlings milling around beneath them. “Also a pity it’s bad luck to bring girls on board a vessel. Of course I know how to handle such a problem!” the rotund scale-male followed up, to the enthusiastic hoots of his minions below.

“Walk the plank!”

“Walk the plank!”

“WALK THE PLANK!”

The swell of the kremlings’ cries from below boomed over the lovely girls suspended above the eager masses below, and with each demanding cry, K. Rool nudged them just a little further to the far edge of the broad plank. Tiger Lily looked at her friend, and Wendy only looked back sadly, before they both turned their faces to look straight forward, making their expressions a stoic mask. Though they might be forced to suffer such indignities, they would never let these vile ruffians see…

RRRRIP!

Hooking the tip of his sword beneath the skirt of Tiger Lily’s doeskin dress, K. Rool jerked the curved blade upward suddenly, and before the svelte little princess knew what was happening, her perfectly smooth copper skin was on full display before the cheering kreatures gathered below her. Even the kilrathi and the krogan, doing their best to feign indifference to such public displays as they drank at their tables, turned to admire Tiger Lily’s flawless, smooth-muscled body as, for the first time, doubt truly crossed her face, and she bent forward, trying in vain to cover herself despite her wrists tied behind her back. This only gave K. Rool an easy target, and he soon had Tiger Lily standing straight once more with a single light touch of his cutlass tip to her outthrust bare buns, baring her all to her audience.

Wendy Darling had a moment to realize what had happened to her friend, before her nightgown suffered a similar fate, and she couldn’t hold back the cry of shock forced from her lips as, in that instant, her impending doom suddenly become real for her, breaking through all her resolve to keep a properly British stiff upper lip. Turning, she looked back at K. Rool, shaking her head as she, like Tiger Lily, bent forward slightly, trying to cover herself with that crouched posture. Since all this really accomplished was to present her flawless pink derriere to the kremlings, and the host of other criminal scum in the room, the kremling king allowed her to remain like that for a moment longer, before he lightly teased his cutlass beneath her chin, guiding Wendy back to an upright posture once more.

“Eh, but what’s this?” K. Rool cried out theatrically as he sheathed his blade, and then reached down with his good hand, behind the railing, and out of sight of the kremlings below. “Why, it’s another girl on board! Looks like I’ll have to throw her to the krokodiles too!”

Casually, his immense strength making it so easy, K. Rool lifted the squealing, squirming Jane Darling into the air, gripping her around the waist. A single light swipe of his claw hand (actually an attachment over his real hand, something he affected when he was in full pirate mode), and the straw-haired teen was as naked as her mother, her legs kicking desperately a mere sword’s length above the outstretched hands of the tallest kremlings below as K. Rool hooked her bound wrists over his hook, and then swung her over the railing, letting her dangle above the lusty near-reptiles below, most of whom were now in the process of stripping themselves naked, peeling off pants and loincloths alike to reveal rigid, scaly erections that were very mammalian in appearance. The sight of so much obscenely-engorged manflesh made poor little Jane scream loudly, screams that grew all the more frantic as K. Rool started to lower her down, until it was all she could do to kick away the host of scaly mitts trying to get a firm hold on her ankles.

“No!” Wendy suddenly cried out, and all eyes turned to the slim, curly-haired girl on the plank as she stamped her foot in determination. “You will not treat my daughter like that!”

“Won’t I?” K. Rool chuckled. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, human wench. Hmm,” he made a show of rubbing his chin, while slowly lifting Jane just out of reach of the towering Klubba standing nearest. “But we could make a deal.”

“Name your terms,” Wendy declared bravely, sticking out her chin as she held her back ramrod straight.

“Let’s see,” K. Rool pretended to think the matter over, smirking down at his subjects as they shouted out a variety of (sometimes surprisingly creative) suggestions. “How about you start…by kissing your pretty friend there?”

Both Tiger Lily and Wendy started at this, their expressions of astonishment and near-total bewilderment obvious on their pretty faces. Karnage chuckled as the girls hesitated, idly using the smooth surface of the Captain’s Table to rotate little Melody around, until she was now looking straight at her scarlet-haired mother’s bald pubis. While Karnage certainly intended to train his slaves in the joys of incestuous pleasure, however, he had other plans for now, preferring to stick to more basic enjoyment. Teaching, after all, was better started simple, and he wanted both his slaves to be very well-trained by the time he was ready to sell them off. With Melody positioned as she was, she was able to see Don Karnage’s more than ample penis, still slightly floppy, but only slightly. She could also see her mother’s delicate sex, untouched in this timeline, and equally virginal anus, so small and pink it was easily overlooked, as Karnage easily rolled Ariel onto her stomach, letting her legs drape over the side of the table. Soon, however, Melody’s wide-eyed view of her beautiful young mother was partially obscured as Karnage’s fingers covered the dainty pink sex, and began to caress and then to rub with expert skill, practiced on more prisoners and slaves than Karnage could properly recall.

[https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=92]

“No,” Karnage whispered to himself. “That’s a lie: one-hundred-and-two. Twenty of them virgins for sure…including that fine little cabin boy, before he went off to join that silly bear.”

Melody looked up at the muscular, mostly-naked coyote questioningly, and he just reached down to lightly stroke her dark hair, while the other hand started to move more firmly against Ariel’s swiftly-moistening little sex.

“Nothing of importance, my sweet blossom,” he assured the wide-eyed teen, before guiding her face back toward her mother’s sex, all swollen and puffy as Don Karnage drew his hand away, trailing a line of her juices. “Nothing as important as your mother’s lovely little maidenhead.”

At the end of the plank, matters had quickly progressed far beyond mere kissing. With their hands tied, Wendy and Tiger Lily’s options had been somewhat limited, but at the urging of K. Rool and the other kremlings, they were soon rubbing their stiffened nipples against each other, the first mostly innocent kisses swiftly turning into things Wendy had quite secretly read about in some of her mother’s books, the special ones she thought Wendy didn’t know about, by such scandalous notables as Richard Burton. Tiger Lily, it seemed, had heard more than a little of the lore of women from her tribe’s elders, and it was she who first lifted her leg, pressing a smooth thigh between the light-skinned girl’s own thighs, and then squeezing it against the delicate cleft of her tender sex.

Mirroring Tiger Lily, rocking her body forward and back, sawing her leg between the other girl’s legs while Tiger Lily did the same, and just as fast, Wendy moaned breathlessly, her cheeks flushed as she momentarily broke their kiss, a trail of spittle linking them for a moment, shining in the lights of the casino. The cheers of the kremlings below wasn’t important, and faded into the background. All that mattered was how good this felt! Victorian-era morality fell away in a single instant, and Wendy pressed herself tightly against her copper-skinned friend, resting her chin on Tiger-Lily’s shoulder, gasping in her friend’s ear, telling her how wonderful it was, how much she loved her, how much she loved what was happening, and soon just babbling as her pleasure bubbled over, filling her belly like a balloon, until, with a sharp gasp, it burst.

Both girls’ heads snapped up as they cried out together, juices running down their legs in a small river. Startled by the intensity of their first shared orgasm (and Wendy’s first orgasm, ever), the suddenly exhausted girls leaned against each other, letting the sweat cool on their bodies as they let their hearts begin to gradually slow down.

“Not bad,” exclaimed King K. Rool, lifting his large hands to clap them against each other. “You put on a good show, lots of feeling. All right, I guess it’s only fair that I let your daughter…off the hook,” he snorted in laughter, as did many of the more wise among his minions (though few of them actually got the joke), before he blinked, jerking suddenly, but just a little too late. “Oops…”

Off fell K. Rool’s hook attachment, loosened when he’d clapped his hands together, and with the hook, went Jane with a single scream of shock…before she landed right in the arms of the massive Klubba, who grinned down at his prize, laying her with surprising gentleness down on a nearby round table.

“G-get off!” exclaimed the teen, kicking her feet against the almost impossibly-muscled super-kremling, until he took her ankles easily in his hands, and hoisted them up almost to her shoulders, demonstrating Jane’s remarkable flexibility, while peeling her nightgown up to her waist. “Ah!”

The human girl’s cries grew louder as Klubba bent his head, and started to lap at Jane’s tender, tight-clasped cunny. Finding her already wet, aroused by the sight of her mother tribbing against Tiger Lily, their shared friend, the big kremling’s expression turned to one of delight, and he buried his long muzzle against Jane’s quim, slurping as fast as he could, until the poor girl was writhing on the table, hardly even noticing the big-bellied Kaptain Skurvy as the brown-scaled kremling kaptain pulled her nightgown over her head and tossed it aside. She did notice, however, when he shoved his tongue into her mouth, giving her the best kiss possible from a krokodile’s muzzle, until she was involuntarily fellating that thick oral organ, her back arching with every rasp of Klubba’s thick, rough tongue against her almost painfully throbbing clitoris.

“No!” Wendy cried out, turning with renewed energy as she saw her daughter already stripped bare and laid out on a table like an entrée, one of the filthy lizards gnawing on her tender sex, while another ravished her mouth with his tongue, and two of the smaller ones greedily slurped on her cute pink nipples. “Jane!” She spun around, glaring at K. Rool. “You promised! You said…eek!”

Not one to bother negotiating, the kremling king casually brought his foot down on his side of the plank, and by dint of his weight alone, Tiger Lily and Wendy tumbled right off the end of the plank…and into the waiting arms of Tick-Tock the crocodile!

Wasting no time, and paying the kremlings little heed as they dove to either side to avoid his massive bulk, the towering reptile turned and slapped his two pretty prizes down onto a nearby plank table, almost like he was building a sandwich, Wendy on bottom, and Tiger Lily on top, the two girls facing each other, shock clearly evident on their faces. Suddenly, both girls cried out together, backs arching, as Tick-Tock slurped up and down their tender cunnies, lapping up their juices almost as fast as they gushed out, until both girls were gooey, sweat-slick messes, their whole bodies deeply flushed.

Jane had cum too many times to resist when Klubba grapped her hips, and easily flipped her over. She was in just too much of a daze to be able to do anything but look curiously down the barrel of the thick brown cock being presented to her by Kaptain Skurvy…until the big kremling thrust into her tiny sex from behind, thrusting her open mouth right down onto the big meaty kremcock before her. Giving Jane’s pink tushie a playful smack, his one hand almost big enough to engulf her tiny buns, Klubba grabbed the human girl’s hips tightly, and started to thrust, humping her almost like an animal, while Skurvy worked Jane’s head up and down with each loud slap of hard scaly hips against upturned pink tushie, making Jane’s buns bounce with each impact. Fortunately for her, all of Klubba’s prior work had stretched her hymen quite thoroughly, and so the only pain she had was the rather extreme discomfort of being stretched open far wider than her tiny quim was really meant to yield, except perhaps when giving birth.

Wendy was feeling almost exactly what her daughter was experiencing right that instant, as Tick-Tock’s brutally thick purple-red croco-cock popped inside her, popping her cherry at the same moment. As his hips dropped, spreading Wendy’s flailing legs to either side of his broad body, Tick-Tock lifted Tiger Lily up, then popped her into his mouth, face down. Rather than swallowing her whole, as he certainly could have, Tick-Tock instead took Tiger Lily’s virginity as well with a single thrust of his tongue, a light spurt of her blood coating his tastebuds as the red-skinned princess squealed and squirmed between the mighty crocodile’s surprisingly flexible jaws.

From the Captain’s Table, Don Karnage admired the view over the heart-shaped swell of Ariel’s bottom as little Jane was spitroasted between the kremling heavyweights while positioned on all-fours on the table, her hands visibly clenched as they strained against the ropes holding them behind her back. For Karnage, it was rather soothing watching Jane’s pert pink bottom bounce, her little breasts bobbing until, with an almost simultaneous bellow, the two mighty kremlings squeezed Jane between them, thick white kum gushing out as Jane’s body simply couldn’t contain it all, her high-pitched, muffled squeals telling just how thoroughly she was being stuffed to the brim. If she thought that satisfying the Kaptain Skurvy and Klubba was enough, however, Jane was soon to be disappointed, as three of the little Kutlass kremlings soon had her rolled over onto her back, and before she’d even gotten her breath back, two of them were holding her down, forcing her to watch as the third plunged his short but astonishingly thick yellow-green prick into her gaped cunny. A peglegged Klompa thumped up behind, and soon his blue-scaled erection was worked balls deep into poor Jane’s bottom, sodomizing the loudly squealing cutie as she tried in vain to kick her legs against the heavy feet of the Kutlass standing on the backs of her knees, pinning them to the table as he thrust almost straight down into her.

Making a tight seal over Ariel’s sex, Karnage slurped busily on the tasty mermaid morsel, loving the sounds of Ariel’s musical voice as she cried out so sweetly into her gag, gracing him with the juices of an orgasm so powerful, it lifted her flawless breasts from where they’d been pressed against the smooth-polished wood of the Captain’s Table. He only wished he could ungag her, and properly listen to that beautiful voice as he played the pretty princess like an instrument…but that would have drawn more attention to his playthings than he really wanted right then. The rest of his crew might even show up, demanding their share immediately, rather than in their captain’s good time, as he preferred. No, for now, Karnage resolved to leave his prizes gagged, a resolution he punctuated by trapping Ariel’s throbbing clitoris under his rapidfire tongue, while lightly slapping his fingers against her puffy labia several times, before finishing with a harder slap, just at the moment her caught the panting princess’ lovebutton between his lips, suckling wetly as she thrashed and wailed, all while lovely little Melody watched, wide-eyed, fidgeting cutely on the table as her own little sex, much paler than her teenaged mother’s, grew nice and puffy. Inwardly, Karnage couldn’t help but laugh, seeing that Melody took fully after her mother indeed, so eager to throw herself at a total stranger, desperate to get her cherry popped by the first randy male to come along with a little charm. If all mermaids were as slutty as these two, Karnage resolved to ask Ursula if she could fetch him some more!

For Tick-Tock, the thrill of oral play was far more important even than his own orgasm. Perhaps this was because it took so much effort for his body to fill his immense purple-red shaft with the rich heartblood necessary for a full erection. Whatever his reasons, however, soon after Wendy’s toes curled, her hands balled into tight fists as the hulking crocodile filled her up well beyond capacity with a gushing load of thick white croco-cream, rather than trading with Tiger Lily down, he hoisted Wendy up to join her friend in Tick-Tock’s maw. There, the big crocodile slowly rolled the two teens over and over in his mouth, his tongue exploring their supple bodies, outward and in, testing every hole, and stretching them as well. Even the taste of his own cum, dripping from Wendy’s well-used sex, phased Tick-Tock not at all. If anything, it only added additional seasoning to the pair, as they squealed loudly, wriggling helplessly under his oral assault as he violated them again and again in all the best ways, until they were both slick, gooey messes.

If Tick-Tock had been allowed to swallow the pair whole, he would have, but he’d already gotten in trouble for that once (that tart, Krystal, had been asking for it!). So, reluctantly, sated of his lust for the taste of girlish orgasms, Tick-Tock lowered his muzzle to the nearest plank table, and let Tiger Lily and Wendy tumble out of his mouth onto the bare wood, gasping for breath, their faces deeply flushed, eyes closed as they struggled with staying conscious.

Hardly four seconds had passed after Tick-Tock backed away before the two girls were given “help” in staying awake…in the form of a small army of Kritters that eagerly surrounded them, green-scaled penises throbbing at full mast, eager for a tight, wet hole into which they could be plunged. They were soon joined by the Skavengers, dog-headed pirates who regularly preyed on anyone who looked weaker than themselves, and Tiger Lily and Wendy had only a moment to look at each other, their hands meeting and clasping as they lay there on their backs…before rough hands were upon them once more, their vision soon filled with the fight of rigid erections, reptile and canine, as the small mob of lust-maddened males closed in around them.

Paying little heed to the loud wails of Wendy and Tiger Lily as they were suddenly filled to the brim, stuffed doubly and even triply, before even their cries were cut off as still more cocks were crammed into their pretty mouths, Don Karnage stood up, his pride outthrust as he gently, almost tenderly caressed the sweet swell of first Ariel’s bottom, and then Melody’s.

“This is no place for properly making you into women,” he declared, before dipping downward, and easily lifting the two girls, red-haired and black, onto his shoulders. “I think we will have far more fun in my private quarters, yes no?”

Ariel looked at her daughter, her eyes heavy-lidded from so many so very satisfying orgasms. She’d read about such things in books she’d taken from wrecks and stored where she could dry out the pages and read them without having them fall all to pieces, but the reality…there simply wasn’t anything that could have prepared her for how good it felt to have sex! Even knowing that she was a prisoner – a slave – didn’t dampen her enthusiasm one bit. If anything, it sharpened it, heightened her sensitivity at having her ability to stop the flow of events removed from her, placing her will in the hands of another…another who was obviously very skilled. Right then, if Don Karnage had untied her, Ariel didn’t know if she’d try to resist him or escape. Too much pleasure had addled her brain for her to think clearly.

As for Melody, her juices were leaking copiously down the backs of her legs and onto the surprisingly soft, well-groomed fur of the muscular coyote pirate’s shoulder. And she just couldn’t seem to hold still! Being so close to this big, beautiful male, so close to her first real sexual experience, just filled the dark-haired youngster with a fire in her tummy, and an ache in her loins that nothing seemed able to ease. Nothing, that is, except what lay between Don Karnage’s legs.

Leaving the sounds of the orgy behind, Don Karnage and his prizes departed, ascending the stairs to his quarters in the upper reaches of the casino. There would be plenty of time for pleasure soon enough.

Choices

Additional Votes

Given one more week of tally-time, so go nuts (if you please):

Characters on the Ship come to the aid of others

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

-Castlevania - 17

-The Desert - 0

-Casino City - 0

-The Jungle - 10

Brooklyn's harem-building

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

-Castlevania - 4

-The Desert - 1

-Casino City - 3

-The Jungle - 3

-The Ship - 4

-He goes after the bad guys instead - 10

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

*Hellstation

1) Our heroes on the inside head toward the Hellstation's core – 21

(65% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

2) The violation of Supergirl, Stargirl, She-Ra, and the Sailor Scouts - 11

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

3) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 17

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

*Desert City

4) Bambi and company meet Blacksad and company, then make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety - 14

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

5) What's going on at another casino?

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

(55% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

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

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

-The Percheron - all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot - 15

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 1

-The Pyramid - what are our friends up to? – 17

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

*Castlevania and Environs

6) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 10

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

7) The final Count-down - 3

(60% chance of success, rolled 3 times)

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

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

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

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

10) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 8

*Other Locations

11) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested; a lot of "eating" will take place, though) - 15

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

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

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

14) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage - 17

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

15) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab & The Slave Factory - 18

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions)

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

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

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

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