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Entry 5

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

Final Groups:

*Find Food

Bambi

Jonathan Talbain

Master Tigress - Leader (due to experience)

Okami Amaterasu

*Find Shelter (northwest)

Kim Possible - Leader and sole member - chance of random encounter and of it being hostile increases by +20%, to 50% and 80%, respectively, due to being alone

*Find Shelter (northeast)

Elh Melizee

Red Savarin

Samus Aran - Leader

*Sailing to Civilization

Chocolat Gelato - Leader (decided by 2-way dice roll)

Carmelita Montoya Fox

Raven

Renamon

*Defense of the Ship - only 10% chance of encounter, due to high defense

Angela

Asari (no vote, they are required)

Brooklyn

Charr engineer "Boss" (no vote, she is required)

Kiara

Kovu

Krystal - Leader (decided by 2-way dice roll)

Tails (no vote, he is required)

Voting breakdown (for those who want to know the numbers - can skip otherwise):

*Leaders

Angela - 3

Bambi - 2

Carmelita Montoya Fox - 2

Chocolat Gelato - 2

Brooklyn - 3

Elh Melizee - 1

Jonathan Talbain - 1

Kim Possible - 1

Krystal - 2

Master Tigress - 2

Okami Amaterasu - 1

Red Savarin - 4

Renamon - 2

Samus Aran - 5

*Find food

X Bambi - 4

Brooklyn - 1

X Jonathan Talbain - 3

Kim Possible - 1

Kovu - 3

Krystal - 1

X Master Tigress - 4

X Okami Amaterasu - 4

Renamon - 1

*Find shelter (northwest)

Angela - 1

Bambi - 2

Brooklyn - 1

Elh Melizee - 1

X Kim Possible - 3

Krystal - 3

Master Tigress - 2

Renamon - 1

Raven - 1

*Find shelter (northeast)

Angela - 2

Brooklyn - 1

Carmelita Montoya Fox - 1

Elh Melizee - 3

X Jonathan Talbain - 2

Raven - 2

X Red Savarin - 7

Renamon - 1

Samus Aran - 4

*Sailing to Civilization

Angela - 1

Bambi - 1

Brooklyn - 2

X Chocolat Gelato - 4

X Carmelita Montoya Fox - 6

Elh Melizee - 1

Jonathan Talbain - 2

Kiara - 2

Kim Possible - 2

Kovu - 1

Master Tigress - 1

Okami Amaterasu - 1

X Raven - 2 (decided by 2-way dice roll)

Renamon - 3

Samus Aran - 1

*Defense of Ship

X Angela - 3

X Asari (No vote, they are required)

X Brooklyn - 2

X Charr engineer (no vote, she is required)

Chocolat Gelato - 3

Elh Melizee - 2

X Kiara - 5

X Kovu - 3 (decided by 2-way dice roll)

X Krystal - 3 (decided by 2-way dice roll)

Master Tigress - 1

Okami Amaterasu - 2

Raven - 2

Renamon - 1

Samus Aran - 2

X Tails (no vote, he is required)

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters:

Kaa - 2

Lt. M'Ress - 2

Cheshire Cat (Rule 63'd) - 3

Flamedramon - 1

Scenes:

Villains Scene - 6/10

Mythological Encounter - 3

Author Notes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMUmdYHt-Rw is a non-worksafe video that I think might be of interest in our present situation. It's a poorly-acted softcore production, but I think it's fun all the same. Also a source of inspiration for what sort of scenes we might see in the near future, with dinosaur-based gods and all. Just replace dinosaur chomping with sex, and I think the quality of the movie improves immensely.

Just so people know, in order to determine who was the leader of a given group, I tallied up who should go to which group first, and then figured out who had the largest number of "Leader" votes in that group, with preference given to non-cadets due to lack of experience. If there were no votes, or tie votes, for anything, then I decided by a dice roll.

I should also note at this time that, when our characters enter unknown or dangerous territory, they have a chance for a random encounter. At present, this chance is 30%, with a 60% chance that the encounter will be dangerous or hostile in some fashion. The chance for a hostile encounter would be higher, except that we are in Blizzard's territory, and he is a generally benevolent deity.

To reiterate what was said formerly on the subject, our chances for success on any roll start at 40% as a base, and either increase or decrease based on various factors, such as present party abilities, difficulty of the challenge, situational factors, results (successful or failing) of prior decisions, and so forth.

Not too many votes this time around. I suppose that makes sense, though, since the choices were extremely open-ended, which can be really hard to decide without some serious thought. That, and it's been a busy week for everybody (at least in the United States).

Some readers, incidentally, have been very concerned about what choices they should make in this Choose Your Own Adventure. Of special concern has been making "wrong" choices, and wondering what I, the principal writer, consider the "best" choice in any given situation. Please note the quotation marks: I honestly don't think there is such a thing as a "best" or "wrong" choice in this sort of a writing project, especially since I really don't actually have anything in the story set in stone until I actually write it down in an episode (though if you ask me to tell you what might happen down a particular route, I'll happily make up some possibilities on the spot). What matters is what you, the readers, want to see, and help me to create with your input.

There is a percentage chance of success for some actions, certainly, but that's only to add a little spice to the story, taking certain scenes out of all of our hands - mine as well as yours - and then just leaving it to me to portray what the results of said dice rolls mean after you, the readers, decide which way you'd like to try and hedge your bets. Even then, I'm here, and you're here, so you can always tell me you don't want to see something, or you really want to see something, and we can change the nature of the game to keep it fun for all of us. The random factor is simply there to add some extra excitement, and hopefully fun. If the fun isn't happening, then the rules of the game can be changed until it is fun again.

What I am saying, I suppose, is just go with what you want to see, not what you think will fail or succeed. If you vote with your feelings, and don't be afraid, then you won't go wrong.

UFC Entry 5

[Rolled 92 vs. a 30% chance of a random encounter - no encounter]

At times like these, Master Tigress wished she had the same degree of scent that the two wolves had. The she-wolf with the strange red-and-black "brushstroke" markings on the visible parts of her fur didn't talk much, but Talbain seemed happy to talk to Master Tigress, and shared that he didn't smell anything threatening in their vicinity, something which Okami confirmed with a slight, subtle nod. Since they were keeping their ranging fairly close to the ship, staying in the almost windless lee of the nearby mountains to the north and east, Master Tigress was actually willing to believe the words of the two lupines.

Ah, if only she could trust them. After all, they were wolves.

The young prince Bambi, naturally, Master Tigress immediately liked as well as trusted. All it took for her was one look into those sweet brown eyes, and she felt her typically stern demeanor melting. And he was so eager to please! He didn't seem to resent her giving him orders in the least, despite him being royalty, and her a commoner (albeit one of immense skill). Of course, it didn't hurt at all that the ship's jumpsuit he wore clung rather snugly to his slender, shapely body. Especially that cute little backside.

Being no fool, though, Master Tigress quickly noticed that she wasn't the only one admiring the pubescent prince's tush. Okami, at least, was tasteful about it - as tasteful as Master Tigress hoped she was being. The kimono-clad she-wolf merely let her large, dark eyes play gently over the boy prince's exquisite body when it didn't interfere with her other tasks, and kept her commentary on the subject down to a few small smiles. Jonathan Talbain, however, was another matter entirely.

"I think I've found some food!" exclaimed Bambi excitedly, breaking into Master Tigress' thoughts as he came bounding back to the rest of the group from where he'd been scouring along the top of a nearby ledge, as sure-footed as a goat on the rocks. "There's some berries squeezed into a little crevice in the rocks up there."

"You call that food?" growled Talbain, arching an eyebrow. "How many berries were there, kid?"

"Well," Bambi turned his ears down in embarrassment, "not that many. But at least it's a start!"

"Look around us, kid," the blue-and-white werewolf said with a soft snort of derision. "Whatever lives here, it doesn't live on berries; there just ain't enough of them. Creatures out here, they live on meat."

"Well," Bambi stammered, gulping nervously as Talbain stepped closer, towering over the slim young deer, "I...I don't eat meat."

"But I do," Talbain replied with a predatory grin, one large paw reaching out and taking firm hold of the young buck's hip, pulling him close. "And it looks like I've caught me a nice, tender morsel."

"No!" cried out Bambi in his sweet, beautiful voice, struggling against the werewolf's grip, but in vain; Talbain was just too strong, and far too skilled a fighter, which he demonstrated as he easily twisted Bambi around, pinning his wrists behind his back with a single pawlike hand. "Please," whimpered the boy prince as he looked pleadingly over his shoulder with his large, beautiful eyes, "please don't eat me."

"Don't you dare hurt him," said Master Tigress, her voice firm, deadly as she lowered herself into a ready stance, preparing to spring into action at a moment's notice. Bambi turned his sweet eyes toward his feline protector with hope shining in his gaze.

"Who said anything about hurting him?" Talbain answered with a derisive snort, before swiftly peeling Bambi's jumpsuit down to his waist, exposing his sleek runner's build. "I said I was going to eat him, not hurt him."

"What are you talking about?" Master Tigress answered, lifting an eyebrow, her face registering her confusion, a confusion obviously shared by Bambi, though his expression turned more to alarm - as did Master Tigress' - when Talbain shucked off the boy's clothes entirely, leaving him as naked as the day he was born.

"Don't say you haven't been thinking it too," chuckled Talbain with a smirk as he undid his belt with his free hand, then lashed it around the naked buck's wrists. "You've been watching the kid's butt since we left the others. Well, I've been watching him since he boarded the ship, and I've been waiting for a chance to get him alone ever since then. And now, here we are, out in the wilderness, far from anyone who might get in the way; just three strong predators, and one weak, delicious little preyboy." As he spoke, he turned slightly, bending Bambi over a nearby rock, his large hands caressing, and then squeezing the helpless boy's bottom, making him give a low, sweet whimper. "Bet you've been wanting to do something like this yourself, haven't you, Master Tigress?"

"N-no!" returned Master Tigress, perhaps a little too quickly. "I would never do something like...that! I've spent my entire life protecting the weak, the innocent, and those in need, not taking advantage of them."

"Is it taking advantage if they want it?" Talbain retorted with a wicked, wolfish grin, before moving a hand to grab Bambi's small rack of antlers, the sign of his very recent sexual maturity, and twisting the boy around so that he was now sitting on the rock. "Pretty big for a little guy, isn't he?"

Exactly what Talbain was referring to was immediately apparent: Bambi was indeed quite sizable between his legs, almost out of proportion to his slim, effeminate body. He was also quite thoroughly aroused, his smooth, beautiful pink penis standing at stiff, throbbing attention.

"We're not here for this!" exclaimed Master Tigress, trying to avert her eyes as her cheeks flushed, his whiskers fanning out to diffuse the heat rushing to her face. "We're supposed to be looking for food!"

"Well, _I'm_gonna eat this little cutie," chuckled Talbain, licking his chops as he began to slowly stroke Bambi's erect organ. "If he's as pent-up as teenagers usually are, especially not being able to jack off with such close quarters on that ship, then I'm sure there'll be plenty for all of us."

About to retort with anger, Master Tigress paused as she felt Okami's gentle hand on her shoulder. Turning to look at the elegant she-wolf, she blinked in confusion as Okami held up a hand, a signal for Master Tigress to wait and watch.

Waiting and watching as she was bid, Master Tigress nevertheless still flushed terribly as she saw Okami walking up to the bound and very aroused young buck, then reach out to caress the boy's cheek, then his chest. Leaning in, Okami kissed Bambi on the lips, making the boy moan, his eyes closing as he quickly, easily lost himself. With her other hand, the she-wolf reached down, and wrapped her fingers around Bambi's almost painfully-erect penis, squeezing it lovingly, carefully milking it with a touch as elegant and subtle as herself. In moments, a thick, full bead of precum formed at the tip of Bambi's prick, and with a slight jerking motion, Okami caused that bead to drop to the snow between his parted hooves.

For a moment Master Tigress simply stood there, confused, looking at the spot where Bambi's precum had dropped. Then her mouth opened, her jaw dropping and eyes widening in shock, as the little dot spread, and in moments the hard rock beneath the snow was revealed. Moments later, the rock cracked, then broke open from the pressure of a tiny green sprout, which soon swelled and grew until it was a waist-high tree. From that three, a blossom sprouted from one branch, and then the blossom fell away, leaving a full, plump, ripe peach. Okami reached out and plucked the peach, and almost immediately the tree faded away, as though it had never existed, save for the bare patch where the snow had disappeared.

"You can make food from...you know?" Master Tigress asked incredulously. Okami smiled brightly, nodding, and then looked down at Bambi, before licking her chops with a decidedly predatory air. Talbain did the same, and Bambi looked up, as nervous as he was aroused, at the two wolves eyeing him like an especially juicy piece of meat.

Blasted wolves!

*

[Rolled 50 vs. 50% chance of a random encounter, rolled 40 vs. 80% chance of hostile encounter - encounter (just barely), and it is hostile]

There were plenty of people who might have said Kim Possible was being overconfident going off on her own like she had. Well, the people who said things like that obviously just didn't know Kim Possible. Though young, Kim had already been in plenty of tougher scrapes, and having others tag along with her would have just slowed her down. She'd hung around the group led by that talking tiger-woman long enough; now it was time to take the bull by the horns.

Besides, it's not like the job was really hard. Just take a look around, find some shelter if available, and head back to report before nightfall. As long as Kim had her trusty utility belt with its assortment of cool gadgets, and her thermal clothing, there was no way she could mess up.

The terrain on the eastern mountains was actually less windy and less snowy than on the western side, as Kim discovered after passing through the snowswept plains between where the ship had crash-landed, and the mountains themselves. As far as she could tell, as she trekked deeper into the paths leading through the rough, hilly country, the mountains seemed to form a big horseshoe shape, with heavy winds that swirled in the middle, and surprisingly clear weather on the lower slopes. Looking up, however, she could see looming stormclouds, and knew the weather would only get worse the higher she went. Luckily, the mountains on the eastern side of the range were actually really easy to climb, with a steady upward slope that was steep in places, but manageable to someone with her stamina and training.

Of course, the clear slopes, bare save for the occasional stand of trees or rocky outcropping, also meant it was easy for Kim Possible to see for a long distance. The reverse, she didn't doubt, was also true: she could _be_seen for a long distance as well.

After almost two hours' trek up the slopes, squinting through her goggles, which protected her from the worst of the glare of the sun reflecting off the snow, Kim was broken from her thoughts by a loud crack. Frowning, Kim hurried up the slope, until she reached the top of a rise, and could look down into the sudden dip of a small vale.

Almost immediately, she identified the source of the cracking sound: it came from the snap of a whip.

Along the bottom of the vale marched several dispirited-looking humans, shackled together by long, thick chains. Humans! On an alien planet Kim had never even heard of! How they got there, she couldn't even begin to imagine, but there they were, dressed only in surprisingly scanty fur garments, despite the obvious chill of the surrounding land. Did they have some sort of adaptation that kept them from feeling the cold?

Among the humans, only three of them looked quite different, and didn't have the same aura of despair about them. They were a tall, fair-haired and fair-skinned barbarian clad in open-chested furs that were rather...breezy around his lower parts; a slender and somewhat dusky-skinned woman with jet black hair and a tight-fitting blue singlet; and a strange creature that wasn't a human at all, but a humanoid with lionlike features, including a mane, and a strange, almost masklike face with sharp teeth and large eyes, wearing only a loincloth and heavy boots. Unlike the other humans, who were forced to walk, these three were being carried by the ones surrounding the humans on long poles like deer.

Around the humans, apparently their guards, and also the ones bearing the three prisoners, were numerous other humanoids, though obviously not human. They had thick hides covered with numerous bony protrusions, and Kim got the impression those hides would serve as well as good armor. Though she didn't spend too long looking, she also noted (quite blushingly) that they were naked, _very_male, and their male parts seemed to have the same bony knobs as the rest of their bodies. Most of them carried a variety of weapons, preferring long scimitars, barbed axes, and brutal-looking maces, and besides having thick, curved tusks to either side of their heads, they carried themselves swiftly on broad, digitigrade, almost reptilian-looking feet. A few, however, didn't have any weapons at all, but their bodies were covered in sharp spikes, and their four-fingered claws especially looked large and dangerous.

At the rear of the procession, screeching in barely-restrained and generally-directed fury, was the whip-wielder. At a glance, Kim pegged him for a member of the species that was guarding the humans, though he was much bigger, especially in the belly, and wore heavy armor as well as a face-concealing mask with almost insect-like qualities, though the armor didn't seem enough to contain the creature's overbloated midsection. Every so often, the overseer would lash out with his whip, though he didn't seem to care if he was lashing the human prisoners or the ones guarding them - for this twisted, grotesque creature, his targets all seemed to be one and the same.

Sizing up the situation, Kim Possible frowned in thought. There weren't that many of the creatures, actually - only eight or nine plus the overseer - and those three being carried on poles looked like they could be useful in the fight if she could free them. She'd been up against worse odds, certainly, cadet or not, and she definitely had better technology, and probably better training in combat. Besides, if she didn't act now, who knows what might happen while she was going back to the ship to report. Then again, there were an awful lot of them, and she had only a vague idea of the physical abilities of the creatures before her, however primitive they might obviously be. That, and she was expected by the others to come back and report if she found anything.

Kim Possible paused for a long moment, weighing her options.

[For more information on the sorts of creatures Kim Possible has encountered:

http://diablo.wikia.com/wiki/Overseer

http://diablo2.diablowiki.net/Shenk_the_Overseer

http://diablo.wikia.com/wiki/Baal's_Minion - I always knew they were naked

http://diablo.wikia.com/wiki/Death_Mauler

As for who she sees being carried on poles:

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

*

[Rolled 45 vs. 30% chance of a random encounter - no encounter]

Red turned up the collar of his jacket, his goggles down, while Elh snuggled closer to his back as she sat in the Dahak behind him. Having Elh along for the ride was always nice for Red. Of course, having the felineko there with him was also practical: she could handle some of the secondary weapons systems in the Dahak that Red couldn't properly concentrate on when he was piloting his mecha alone. The wind blew around them, chill and vicious, like sandpaper lined with shards of ice.

"This side of the mountain is brutal!" he called out over the wail of the wind, biting down a little harder on the bone in his mouth as a bracer against the cold.

"Do you think the others are having any better luck than us?" asked Elh, similarly raising her voice to be heard over the wind. "All I can see in this weather is snow and more snow!"

"That's 'cause you're not wearing goggles, silly," teased Red. "Hey, Samus! What're you seeing?"

Up ahead, his bronze-and-gold suit clearly visible even in the snow thanks to the glare of the bright sun above, Samus turned, the green glow of his visor cutting through the obscuring flurries like a laser knife.

"This part of the mountains have a lot of old ruins," stated the bounty hunter as Red caught up, the Dahak stomping easily through the packed snow with its wide, sure-gripping feet. "The winds have also cut deeply into the rock; there are plenty of crevasses, but only a few proper caves."

"I see what you mean about ruins," said Red, leaning forward to squint through the snow and the sunglare. "Hey, that looks like a temple over there. You know, all classic columns and stuff."

"How'd you learn about columns?" Elh asked incredulously.

"I'm a lot deeper than I look, baby," bragged Red, puffing out his chest, at least until Elh teasingly poked him in the ribs to deflate her doggy's ego a bit.

"The temple is close," agreed Samus, "but I don't trust it: temples are seldom without inhabitants of some sort, often the dangerous kind. Further on, my sensors are picking up the heat signature of a deep cave. That might bear some investigation, but, again, caves that would make good shelter are seldom without inhabitants, though they tend to be less likely to try and place a divine curse on you, and more likely just to try and eat you."

"Oh, that's all," scoffed Red, rolling his eyes. "I'm sensing there's a 'something else' in your sensor readings. What's the third option?"

"A castle," Samus continued as though he hadn't been interrupted. "Up there," and she pointed.

With Samus' finger to direct his eyes, Red could just barely make out the vague outline of a dark and ominous-looking castle on one of the nearer craggy peaks. The castle did not look like a happy sort of place. Actually, it looked...

"Spooky," said Elh, who had finally donned the spare pair of goggles in the Dahak, and was also looking toward the castle in the distance. "A place like that is sure to be full of bugs." And she shuddered.

Red might have teased Elh a little about her irrational fear of bugs, but right now he was busy thinking things over. Finally, he looked at Samus, trusting in the veteran bounty hunter's greater experience in such matters. Wherever Samus thought they should go, Red would follow.

*

[Rolled 68 vs. 30% chance of a random encounter - no encounter]

The trip down to the ocean was actually rather straightforward. With the wide, flat plains of snowfields stretched out before the little band heading to the coast, it was easy to see if anything was trying to sneak up on them, and take appropriate precautions. This was especially true since it was Renamon doing most of the looking, and those dark eyes seemed to see everything. With the grey-skinned mystic, Raven, as a backup, there wasn't much opportunity for the group to go awry.

At least right up to the shore.

"What do you see out there?" asked Chocolat as she and Detective Fox got to work putting the portable watercraft they'd brought with them for this purpose together. Renamon had been helping, but took a break at Chocolat's request so as to better plan their course. Raven, of course, simply stood on the edge of the lapping waves, peering into the bright grey expanse of sky above and water below.

"There's the volcano over there, of course," answered Renamon. "To the east. Now that we're closer to the shore, I can see what looks like tents, as well as a primitive jetty, probably for launching fishing boats. I don't know if the tents are inhabited, but there are a lot of them."

"They're inhabited," said Raven. "There is a great power waiting for us there, in the fires."

Renamon blinked at Raven's words, but didn't discount them in any way. After all, Renamon was a digimon, and they had access to all sorts of powers that seemed to defy the standard laws of physics. Why not humans as well? Instead, she turned her head back to the horizon, flashes of data scrolling across her eyes as she adjusted her internal coding.

"Right across the water, I can pick out a big cluster of lights; I could get more if I had a Tamer with a digivice, but my present resolution is as good as I can get right now. Since it's only noon, that would have to be the city we're looking for. I can also pick out a smaller cluster of lights to the far south and east. Life readings in that direction are pretty high, as are humidity readings. If I had to guess, I'd say there's a swamp over there, or maybe a jungle."

"There are three habitations to the south," Raven added with her mystic's assurance. "The swamp has settlements, and I think we could find what we needed there, but there are also great dangers. Perhaps less than what awaits us in the great city directly south, however," she added with a light shrug of her purple-caped shoulders. "Or at least more obvious dangers, which we can face more directly. The third habitation is to the southwest. There lies the edge of a great plain, which leads into a desert. On the border between the two, along a river, is a small city with clay walls. The place teems with life, though none of it is human. They will have what we seek, but..." she frowned, obviously concentrating, "there will be a price." Then the frown deepened. "No matter where we go on this planet, there are gods, and they are dangerous. There are only two gods that are not steeped in darkness, and I do not know if even those two will help us. I don't know if we can avoid these gods, but if it is possible, we should."

"It'd probably help more if we knew where these gods were," Chocolat chimed in, a skeptical little smirk on her cute Pomeranian face. "And what they looked like."

"I don't know," said Raven gravely. "That's why I don't know if we can avoid them."

*

[Rolled 3 vs. 30% chance of random encounter, rolled 19 vs. 60% chance of hostile encounter - encounter and it is hostile]

"You're thinking of melding with him, aren't you?" asked Shianne, smirking lightly at Aadhira as the younger asari shifted between views of the outer hull, all of them focused entirely on the red-skinned gargoyle, Brooklyn.

"He's really cute," answered the youngest of the four asari bridge crew, a light flush to her cheeks making her blue skin sparkle as though it were sprinkled with sequins. "You know I've never melded with anything like him before. He's like a krogan, so strong and solid, but there's a sweetness to him, too. Like he's a misunderstood lover that just needs to be handled right to make him open up."

"A chance to meld with different species was a large part of why we decided to sign on with this ship," chimed in Sasfin, still wearing the white plated armor she seemed to prefer, rather than the standard jumpsuit worn by the other bridge crew. "Our Matrons told us to go out and experience life. Well, we're out here, but the most life we've experienced is being shot at by space pirates, and making that cute dog boy get the worst nosebleeds I've ever seen."

"I'm afraid his two lifemates simply don't like to share," added the quiet one of the four, Riva, in her usual thoughtful tones. "They helped to create a sense of tension for everyone on board. A sense of holding back, of restraining ourselves from acting on our desires. Everyone is on-edge because of this sense of artificial prudishness, ready to snap at a moment's notice. I'm afraid our own presence has likely exacerbated the situation, thanks to our natural biotics and innate sensuality."

"But Captain Red and his two lifemates aren't aboard right now, are they?" Sasfin said with a smile of dawning realization.

"No," agreed Riva. "They are not."

"You know what?" said Sasfin, getting to her feet. "Aadhira, you go and grab that gargoyle's tail and have your way with him. Me, I'm gonna go and see about that purple-skinned hottie with him, Angela."

"I suppose I'd like to see what that lovely fox, Miles, is doing," admitted Shianne as she got up from her own chair, as did Aadhira. "What will you be doing, Riva?"

Riva smiled that secret smile of hers, and tapped a few of the viewscreens. One showed the engineering section, where Tails and Boss, the charr engineer, were busily working away. Another was of the top of the hull, where Angela and Brooklyn were studiously watching the horizon for intruders. The last of the viewscreens showed the two young lions, Kiara and Kovu, in the princess' quarters, where things seemed to already be getting rather steamy.

"I," responded Riva with a coy look at her sister asari, "am going to watch."

-

Krystal had always had a talent for sensing the world around her. All cerinians had the knack, actually, but for Krystal, it had always been especially strong. Of course, the gems she wore on her person helped her to focus her powers, as well as to enhance their strength. The staff she usually carried was especially potent in focusing her powers, enough so that even a normally non-psychic person could make use of some of the more basic abilities, with sufficient practice.

Right now, Krystal was casually wandering the halls of the ship, enjoying the sudden relief of tension caused by the departure of those two silly girls. They were obviously very much in love with the good captain, Red Savarin. They were also very obviously in love with each other. They were, additionally, obviously very interested in looking over every other girl they saw, and Krystal had several times amused herself by looking at the naughty images those two adorable little cuties would form in their heads, some of them even including her. What positively perplexed Krystal, however, was how those same two naughty dears simply would not allow their lovely captain and...mate? Lover? Older brother? Whatever he was, as far as they were concerned, he simply was not allowed to engage in any sort of naughty behavior with any member of the opposite sex, however hypocritical this restriction might be.

Why Chocolat and Elh placed such restrictions on Red, Krystal had no idea. But she did know that it had caused a certain building of tension on board the ship, and not just in poor Red's trousers. No, because the captain of the vessel was inhibited, a similar sense of inhibition had spread to the rest of the crew and their passengers. Including Krystal, she had to admit.

Now that Red, Chocolat, and Elh were scattered to the four winds, each off on his or her own mission, Krystal felt a sudden and immense sense of desperate relief. Her feelings immediately picked up a similar sense in the rest of the crew still on board. Following those feelings as she walked through the hallways, Krystal decided to reach out and see if she could get a mental image of what was taking place. Right now, she could use a little saucy entertainment.

Hmm, now, which room should we investigate first? The asari were on the move, Krystal sensed, and that would certainly lead to some interesting entanglements. She knew all about asari, of course, and knew that these were Maiden asari, and prone to being very adventurous, especially in a sexual manner; apparently it helped them to gain a greater understanding of the species with which they can sexual congress, making it easier for them to link minds and share experiences.

Ah, but the asari weren't quite at their obvious destinations, not yet. Mmm, but Kovy, it seemed, was right in the middle of making his move on the lovely princess Kiara. Krystal tuned her psychic senses, and peeked in on the pair.

"It's not like it matters, Kiara," the slightly older lion teen was saying, one hand caressing her supple, tawny back, the only garments stopping him from touching all of her smooth, naked fur a simple leather halter top, and a similar leather loincloth, each of roughly the same color as the young lioness' fur. "We've already waited so long."

"We're supposed to wait until my father approves the wedding, Kovu," Kiara answered, her voice husky as she avoided looking back at Kovu. Krystal admitted that she didn't blame Kiara for not looking: the trim, firm-muscled lion's body was even less covered than Kiara's, as he wore only a loincloth of the same color leather as his darker fur. She had to admit, they were both magnificent specimens, muscled and strong and beautiful, the exquisite products of brutal, artistic evolution, where only the fittest survive. Why anyone would decide to hold their passions in check when they had such gorgeous bodies was completely beyond Krystal.

"And when is _that_going to happen?" asked Kovu with a light curl of his lip. "Next month? Next year? Never?" Both his hands now went to Kiara's shoulders. "You want this as much as I do, Kiara."

Sensing that the conversation would continue in this vein for a while, with lots of delay and little action promised as the two silly lovebirds wanted each other desperately, and deliberately kept themselves from acting on that want, Krystal's attention was drawn much more firmly toward a far more immediate source of passion. Ooh, now this was interesting! It appeared that one of the asari had reached the engine room, and had engaged the beautiful pubescent foxboy - Tails, Krystal recalled hearing he was named - hard at work on the engines, on all-fours as he tinkered with some machinery, his lower half sticking out from beneath the piece of engine he was working on.

Mmm, Krystal had to admit, she'd always had a taste for a cute, masculine tush. Or boyish tush, in Tails' case. Cerinians, as a naturally psychic species, were rather open about their sexuality - after all, when you could read each others' minds, what was the point in keeping your desires pent up and secret? But it had been her time spent on board the Great Fox, sharing Fox McCloud and Falco Lombardi as lovers, that had helped Krystal develop a taste for males-only sex. Tails had the sort of adorable bubble bottom that you could squeeze and grope and caress and love on all day long and never get tired of. He showed it off, too, with those tight jeans shorts he was wearing. The button over his tail was even undone, to let his beautiful, fluffy twin tails move freely - they just weren't made for confinement - and this had the delightful side effect of showing off his dimples of Venus (especially as his rather baggy t-shirt rode up while he worked) and the delightful crease at the apex of his buns.

Right then and there, Krystal made a vow that she would do her best to seduce Tails at the earliest opportunity, risk of pregnancy be darned. After the pretty asari girl with the motherly face had her turn first, of course. Actually, bedding that blue-bodied beauty would probably be a lot of fun in itself. Whatever else she might end up doing, however, Krystal also vowed that she was going to see that gorgeous foxy butt, and pretty foxy face, stuffed to the brim with the first cock she could finagle into the position.

"You've been working so hard, Miles," said the asari girl - Shianne, Krystal picked up from a light glance at her surface thoughts, which the blue-furred cerinian could tell she'd left deliberately unguarded, likely to allow her sister asari to better share in her experience with Tails. "I don't suppose you'd mind a break? I brought you some milk and cookies."

"Thanks, ma'am," answered Tails swiftly, though he didn't stop working. "I've just got a few more little adjustments here to make, and then I'll be happy to come out."

Krystal could sense - and she knew Shianne could as well - that the absentminded foxboy simply wasn't registering her presence right then. What importance were girls compared to machines? Sigh, silly nerds. Krystal and Shianne concluded at roughly the same time that more direct methods would obviously be needed.

"Such beautiful tails," Shianne commented, reaching out to slowly, lovingly stroke her hands through the twin fluffy members. They flicked in her hands, and Krystal and Shianne giggled at the same time, even as Tails turned around, blushing furiously and obviously quite distracted.

"Um, thanks," he stammered, rubbing the back of his head, a spot of grease on one cheek. "People say they're my best feature."

"I'm sure all your features are perfect, Miles," Shianne countered, stroking one loving hand down the foxboy's cheek, clearing away the grease with a little touch of her psychic power (which Krystal recalled asari called biotics for some reason). "All of them."

Boss, the laconic charr engineer, peered from behind a nearby bank of machinery, her slitted eyes widening as she saw the lovely asari girl (who, despite her motherly nature, wasn't actually that much older than Tails) reach up and unclasp the front of her uniform. As she undressed, Krystal felt Shianne putting a little more effort into her biotics, this time to call up some of Tails' repressed sexual fantasies - hardly a difficult task with a healthy teenage foxboy. Krystal felt the adorable shyness of Boss as the charr girl ducked most of the way back into her hiding place, hoping she hadn't been noticed as she watched Shianne's lovely blue body come into view.

Giving a soft gasp, Krystal felt her consciousness interrupted by another scene of passion, and gripped her staff tightly, before bringing its crystal-topped head around, then peering into it, seeing more in her mind's eye rather than its depths what was taking place on the top hull of the ship. There, Brooklyn was watching, his eyes wide and jaw dropped, his hips slightly thrust forward as he crouched on the top of the hull, as two completely naked asari deftly removed his loincloth, letting his proud, uncircumcised erection free of its already minimal confines.

"Oh my," sighed Krystal along with the youngest of the asari girls, Aadhira, as she caressed the sizable, marble-smooth member with both her hands. "You're quite gifted, dear Brooklyn."

Nearby, the purple-skinned gar-girl, Angela, bit her lower lip as her eyes flicked from the purple-skinned asari, Sasfin, to Aadhira's light blue booty, with its clearly-visible and very wet quim as she knelt on all-fours before Brooklyn, to Brooklyn's own sculpted, dark orange body and achingly erect penis. Brooklyn, while older than Angela, wasn't that much older, and he had all of the needs of a healthy male of his species. Unfortunately for him, he hadn't had any opportunity for release for the duration of the spaceflight, and Krystal could easily recreate in her mind the ease with which the two asari girls, skilled in social arts as well as light biotic suggestions, seduced the handsome gargoyle.

Angela's eyes strayed toward the perimeter around the ship as Aadhira greedily took Brooklyn's cock into her mouth, her whole body shimmering with her arousal. There wasn't any real need, though: the ship still had its shields up, after Tails and Boss had gotten them working again, albeit on minimal power; with those shields, everyone on the ship would certainly get advance warning should anything approach the ship. When she looked back, the slim young gar-girl _gasped_softly as she found herself facing the purple-skinned breasts of Sasfin.

Krystal couldn't help but admire how smoothly Sasfin guided Angela's open mouth to her own, her body shuddering all over as she felt the waves of passion coming off the two girls as they kissed each other. Another shudder sent the lithesome cerinian vixen to her knees, her juices flowing copiously as she felt Brooklyn's wonderful cock plunge into Aadhira's exquisitely tight cunny, sharing the sensations of both gargoyle and asari as she rode his lap, while Brooklyn used his tail to make a tripod, allowing him to lean back, his powerful talons squeezing her sparkling blue bottom tightly while she showered kisses on his fleshy beak, taking him to the hilt again and again, her tush slapping against his balls with every downward thrust.

Still experiencing both sides of the lovemaking of male gargoyle and female asari, Krystal's mind and body was suddenly overwhelmed by yet another set of sensations. This time it came from Angela and Sasfin, as the muscular asari ground her gushing sex against Angela's own statue-smooth cunny. It was only the second time Angela had ever been with another female (the first lesbian experience flashing into both Krystal's and Sasfin's minds having been when her wicked mother once tried to corrupt her pubescent daughter), and if Sasfin's biotic impulses hadn't been there to provide guidance, Angela might have been at a loss as to what to do next. Thanks to those impulses, however, in only seconds she was tribbing against Sasfin with all her might, both young women watching Brooklyn and Aadhira thrusting against each other, Brooklyn's plump, heavy sac smacking loudly each time Aadhira took him right to the roots.

Thanks as much to Krystal as the asari, all sensations were shared equally among all participants in the rooftop carnality, passions building faster, harder, more pure and powerful than any of the participants could have experienced alone. Aadhira was babbling incoherently as she gushed her thick juices all over Brooklyn's groin, while Angela and Sasfin sped up until they almost looked like they were going to burst into flames. Brooklyn leaned over, resting Aadhira's back on the ship's roof, his teeth tightly gritted as he really picked up speed, the impending tickle at the base of his balls shared by the three females there.

Suddenly, Aadhira lifted her head, and pressed her hands against Brooklyn's chest, looking up with eyes so dilated, they were black. An instant later, Sasfin's own eyes dilated as well, and she leaned in to hold Angela close, teetering right on the precipice of ultimate bliss.

"Embrace eternity."

Krystal mouthed the words in time with the two asari, before her eyes blazed with blue light, and she cried out in the throes of pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. She was going through the pleasure of four orgasms, plus her own, all at the same time! The cerinian vixen's staff clattered to the bulkhead floor, and she only barely managed to wrench off her loincloth just in time as she had an explosive, gushing orgasm, so intense she felt all her senses shut off at once. A brief impression of Brooklyn snarling, his eyes glowing white, while thick white cum gushed down Aadhira's legs and peach-shaped bottom filled Krystal's mind, as did one of Angela's eyes glowing red, her sharp-fanged mouth parted as she screamed in orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Then she knew nothing more for a long time.

On the bridge, Riva lay, exhausted, in her chair, sweat bathing her beaded teal skin, giving it a bright sheen. Where her sister asari on the ship liked to take part in carnal activities, Riva had always liked to watch instead. To watch, and to experience vicariously. She was almost certain Aadhira had been made pregnant by her melding with the handsome young gargoyle, based on the raw intensity of the youngest asari's orgasm. With Sasfin, she wasn't so sure, but then, Sasfin had always been hard to read that way. Actually, Riva was quite certain that, if she could, Sasfin would have gotten non-asari pregnant; she was just wired like that, thinking more like a male than a female, if such a thing were even possible for an asari.

Then Riva's eyes snapped back to the perimeter monitors, and she gasped in horror! There, watching the events on the roof of the ship, was a shaggy, black-furred creature. It was tall, lean and wiry in build, with a whitish-pink muzzle, and wore a pair of red trousers with green suspenders, and a battered black top hat. Was...was it a wolf? Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't a werewolf like Jonathan Talbain, or a pure wolf like Okami Amaterasu. The wolflike creature grinned wickedly as its (no - his) cruel eyes swung toward the camera, and he licked his chops, nice and slow, as great dollops of drool dripped from his sharp teeth.

"Open up and let me in," growled the Wolf, one hand reaching out to test the perimeter forcefield. He waited for a few moments, long enough for the four on top of the ship to realize he was there, and start to hastily don their clothes. "Well, if you won't let me in, then I'll huff!"

Riva shuddered in horror as she watched the Wolf's chest start to expand.

"And I'll puff!"

He expanded more, until his clothes strained at the seams.

"And I'll blow your house in!"

Riva shrieked as the whole ship shuddered with the force of the gale's impact. The forcefields, more of an early warning than a real protection, winked out after only a moment, and suddenly Aadhira and Sasfin were forced to cling desperately to Brooklyn and Angela as the gargoyles dug their iron-hard talons into the ship's hull to keep from being blow away as well.

Before anyone could recover - including, as it turned out, the Wolf, who stood there panting for breath - black-winged shapes, their skin oily and viscous, dropped from the sky with weird, alien cries, long polearms gripped tightly in their talons. Bursting from the snow where they'd been hiding, and from around rocks and the occasional stand of trees, more creatures came out, goatlike creatures in body, though only some had proper heads; the rest had naked, four-eyed skulls with hellishly blazing yellow eyes! Coming up at the rear of the motley assortment of monstrosities was an absolutely massive creature, its features vaguely bull-like, its horns leveled at the ship as it closed, and then charged.

"All hands to stations!" Riva almost screamed into the intercom. "We're under attack!"

[The attackers look a lot like this:

http://darksouls.wikidot.com/capra-demon

http://darksouls.wikidot.com/taurus-demon

http://darksouls.wikidot.com/bell-gargoyles

http://diablo.wikia.com/wiki/Khazra

and are led by

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

Or, for those who prefer something more naughty:

http://www.studiofow.com/raffle/7 - the goat demons

http://www.studiofow.com/raffle/6 - the bull demon (very much how he looks between the legs)]

Choices

As always, feel free to suggest possible alternatives not contained within the following choices.

*Food group

Does Master Tigress allow such rampant Bambi abuse? Y/N

Does she join in? Y/N

*Exploring the northwest

Will Kim Possible:

Try to save the slaves on her own without being seen (35% chance of success)

Or will she:

Head back to report her findings without being noticed (40% chance of success)

Or instead will she:

Fight then to win.

Either way, if Kim Possible is noticed, she will have to fight her way out. She has a base 40% chance of success (since she's fighting to escape only, not to win - that would be much harder), and must succeed three times in order to escape successfully, all at the same chance of success.

If Kim fights the slavers to win, her chance of success starts at 30%, and increases or decreases by 5% for every win or loss (respectively). She must succeed a total of four times on these rolls to beat enough of the slavers to make them flee, and will lose (and be captured herself) if she fails a total of three times.

*Exploring the northeast

Does Samus' group head toward:

1) The Temple

2) The Cave

3) The Castle

4) Back to the ship with our findings

*Sailing South

Looks like smooth sailing from here! But where do we want to go?

1) The Volcano - there is a settlement visible near the shore, after all; maybe they'll be friendly

2) The City

3) The Swamp town

4) The city between plains and desert

*Defending the ship

Oh no! Raiders! How shall we deal with our assailants?

1) Fight - we have a 60% starting chance of success if we stand and fight, but must get at least three successes, gaining or losing 5% for each success or failure; four failures means each member of the group has a 75% chance of being taken prisoner (rolled separately for each defender).

2) Flee - If we activate the ship defenses, the group can escape, but each member of the team has a 20% chance of being captured while escaping (rolled separately for each party member).

*On a lighter note, a final vote:

Does Tails have 1 or 2 cocks?