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Entry 7

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Master Tigress, Jon Talbain, Okami Amaterasu, Bambi

Continue/Return – 3/12

*Kim Possible

Temple – 11

Castle – 2

Tower – 3

*Samus Aran, Red Savarin, and Elh Melizee

Temple/Ship – 13/3

-Samus goes into the temple alone

*Sailing Suggestions:

Ship damage possibility

Sale of party member (temporary) for parts money

Gambling

Annoying Raven with a sing-a-long – seconded!

Be as heavily-armed and intimidating as possible

Raven stealths

Scout around before doing anything

*Ship Defense

Take Zeke Prisoner? Y/N – 12/3

Anyone else? Y/N - 1/1

Additional Requests/Votes

Chocolat and Elh need to be talked out of their prudish ways – 2

Boss, the charr engineer, becomes a voyeur with Riva – 1

Characters:

Kaa – 2

Lt. M'Ress – 2

Cheshire Cat (Rule 63'd) – 3

• With Tentacles – 1

Flamedramon – 1

Captain Claw – 1

Scenes:

Villains Scene – 7/10

Mythological Encounter – 3

Nudity becomes more common among the crew – 2

Master Tigress demands a rematch with Jon Talbain – 1

Shall percentage chances of success be hidden in the future? Y/N – 2/6

Author Notes

The votes are in, and percentage chances will not be hidden. Unless somebody wants another vote at some point in the future, that is.

The actions that take place with Samus Aran's team are an example of what happens when somebody suggests an idea, and it takes solid root in my head. I apologize if I disappoint anyone – I just had to get the idea into words.

Incidentally, http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sigmax/ is the artist I look to for my inspiration on what Bambi looks like as an anthro.

At this time, I am instituting the following mechanic: all unprotected heterosexual sex (or the nearest equivalent) will carry a flat 10% of pregnancy. If this bothers any readers, please let me know, and I can modify the percentage chance downward, or remove it altogether if enough people don't like the rule.

As a final mechanics note, I am making a slight change: from here on, cadets and other novices will have a base 40% chance of success on all rolls. More experienced characters, meanwhile, will have a base 50% chance of success on all rolls. Both sorts of characters will have these rolls modified up or down based on the specific task in question.

UFC Entry 7

For a long, long moment, everyone just froze. Okami hesitated as she gently but firmly held Bambi against her pleasantly-full bosom, his wrists behind his back. Bambi was…well, about as frozen as he'd been before, actually, his tail flicked up in a combination of alarm and arousal, though his expression wavered somewhere between relief and disappointment. Jon Talbain, meanwhile, was caught with his hand gripping the young buck's smooth pink shaft about two-thirds of the way up, his thumb flicking over the swollen tip of the hapless teen's prick.

As for Master Tigress, she was the first to act, her cheeks deeply flushed as she shoved her way past her emotions – of which there were a great many – and seized the small comm unit from where it had been discarded with Bambi's clothes.

“Tigress here," she reported, hardly any waver in her voice. “We copy, and will be on our way."

The two wolves and one deer traded looks, and then all of them heaved a long, collective sigh, before Okami and Jon released their holds on Bambi, though not before Jon had given the buck's firm, rounded bottom a final squeeze.

“Later," he growled into the boy's ear, making Bambi's ears and cheeks flush hotly. “As soon as we're in the clear, you're mine."

Master Tigress turned her back on this scene, and instead worked on pulling her clothes together. Okami walked up with all the natural grace of a wild creature just as Master Tigress was pulling her trousers up, and placed a gentle hand on the hard-muscled tigress' hands, stilling them. While Master Tigress blinked in confusion, wondering what the elegant, red-marked white she-wolf could possibly be up to, Okami bent and very deftly stroked her hands up Master Tigress' firm, powerful legs, drawing the trousers up with her touch. Despite herself, Master Tigress found herself almost frozen in place, unable to move a muscle, her whole body tingling at the touch of the other female's fingers against her bare fur.

Then Okami Amaterasu's tail twitched, and suddenly Master Tigress' belt was tied, and her vest was knitted back together, both as good as new – better than new, in fact. Blinking, Master Tigress started to open her mouth to thank the…well, she was a goddess, after all. Okami, however, reached out and touched Master Tigress' lips with a single silencing finger, before meeting the other woman's luminous amber eyes with her own deep black ones. Another instant passed, and Master Tigress suddenly realized…Okami was kissing her! It happened so fast, she hadn't even…ah!

“Ngh," grunted Master Tigress as Okami stepped away, a lightly teasing smile on her lips. “Don't…don't do that," she growled, giving the she-wolf her best intimidating glare. The glare slowly softened, however, as she continued to look into the other woman's eyes. “Without asking first," she added softly, the words almost inaudible.

Unfortunately for Master Tigress, all three of her present companions had very good ears.

“Come on," she growled, turning and starting to head back down the hills where they'd climbed in their search for secluded places where food might be growing. “They need us back at the ship. If we rush, we can make it before nightfall."

At that moment, the sun was just barely starting to set.

Master Tigress did her best to ignore the sensation of two pairs of wolfish eyes roaming all over her rump as she picked up her pace.

*

The temple! Just before she'd gone into radio silence, Kim Possible remembered something mentioned by one of the groups about a temple they were going to explore. As the sun finally dipped fully below the horizon, and the darkness settled fully across the snowscape, Kim used her last moments of daylight to set her sights toward the distant temple she'd seen glistening off in the far distance. If it was within visual range, it was within hiking range.

If only she had enough time.

[60% chance of being noticed…rolled 54 – Kim's pursuers have caught her scent!]

Even as she picked up her pace, Kim looked up in horror as a bright, silver moon made its way over the mountains with almost supernatural speed, casting bright light all across the snowscape…including her! Throaty bellows sounded from far too close behind Kim, and she dared only one glance back. That glance confirmed her fears: the tusked monsters were bounding across the snow after her, like wild dogs on the scent of a fleeing bitch in heat. In the bright moonlight, she could easily see their grotesque, bony-knobbed cocks bouncing with each apelike leap over the terrain, covering ground at superhuman speeds. Of course, she knew full well that if they caught up to her, her fate would be much the same as that of any bitch-dog caught by a heatpack of healthy, virile, merciless males.

She had to escape!

Sprinting forward with all her might, Kim felt her heart pounding in her chest with desperation as she put her all into somehow reaching the rocky cliffs up ahead, and losing the creatures on the chase.

[30% chance of success – rolled 31 – Failure #1! New chance of success 25%]

Suddenly, Kim felt her ankle catch on something, and went tumbling forward, skidding through the snow on hands and knees, her perfectly-tanned pink bottom thrusting upward like a signal beacon to the rapidly-approaching monsters as she thrust out her hands to cushion her fall. At the sight of her nearly-naked bum, the ghastly beasts let out an eager howl of delight, and redoubled their efforts to catch up to her.

Too frantic to pause, Kim fought to rise once more…only to have the same something that had tripped her actually yank on her ankle, before something else closed around her other ankle, keeping her from rising. Looking back, Kim gasped as she saw what was holding her: the tentacles from the humanoid claw-creatures! They'd burst out of the ground, while their owners approached at the rear of the oncoming heatpack, and were holding her firmly in place, pinning her ankles to the hard ground beneath the snow.

Determined not to lose, not to end her budding career as a super spy like this, Kim hefted her knife, and twisted herself around, the blade flashing in the moonlight as she swung it downward with all her might!

[25% chance of success – rolled 56 – Failure #2! New chance of success 20%]

Mere instants before Kim Possible's knife could connect with the tentacle around one ankle, more tentacles burst from the snow-caked ground around her, seizing her wrists. Screaming in frustration, Kim fought with all her might, jerking and gyrating this way and that, all unknowingly putting on a fine show for the almost humanoid, lust-maddened beasts behind her, driving them into a lust-crazed frenzy as they scrambled across the last short span separating them from her. In spite of all her struggles, however, Kim felt her hands pulled down, until they were pressed firmly against the ground.

Now she really was presented like a she-dog in heat!

And here came the heatpack…

The fastest, most brawny of the grotesque tusked fiends gave a loud bellow to the others around him, beating his horny-skinned chest as he glared around at his fellow humanoids. The other monsters drew slightly back, though they surrounded Kim in a circle, many of them eagerly palpating their prominent erections, fingers bumping against the many knobs along their lengths as hefty dribbles of potent precum fell steaming into the snow. Kim realized with horror that they were just waiting for their turns.

Seeing that his intimidating display was being heeded by most of the lesser beasts, the hideous tusked alpha male lumbered forward, roughly shoving a smaller, more foolish male aside, delivering a fatal slam of his mighty fists to the slower creature's chest for good measure. Licking the blood from his hands, the creatures seemed drunken on blood as well as lust, and tromped forward, before reaching out with one massive hand, and seizing Kim's perfect, toned cheerleader's bottom despite all of Kim's frantic wriggling, then jerking her rear end high as he lowered himself, moving his other hand to hold her firmly in place, his throbbing, heavily-leaking shaft poised so close, Kim could feel its searing heat on her thong-covered nethers. All around, Kim could hear the eager grunting and incoherent growl-talk of the monsters, and though she couldn't understand their debased language, she could understand its meaning just fine.

She had just one chance!

[20% chance of success – rolled 20% - success #1! New chance of success 25%]

Before, Kim had been continuing to jerk this way and that, trying to break free to the sides. Now, as her rump was pulled up, she went with the motion, making the hulking alpha male grunt in surprise and sudden pain as the female bound before him slapped his balls with the back of her knee. On a human, Kim would have heard a scream and likely the thump of a body falling and curling up on the ground with the force she'd put into her last-ditch effort, but these creatures' plums were as heavily-armored as the rest of them – it was like hitting thick cured leather! But it was enough of a shock to the alpha male that Kim was able to maneuver her hand around, and jab the knife she was still holding against the side of the tentacle holding her pinned.

Just a short distance off, one of the claw creatures screamed in the way she'd expected the alpha male to scream, and suddenly the tentacles loosened. Kim was free once more! Using the momentum of her suddenly-freed struggles, Kim was off like a shot, sprinting with all her might for the edge of the surrounding ring of monsters, intent on forcing her way past with the element of surprise and sheer momentum.

Just another second or two, and Kim would be home free!

[Chance of success 25% - rolled 78 – Failure #3!]

Slam!

Just an instant before Kim could hit the edge of the surrounding ring of monsters, a heavy weight plowed into her from behind. It was the alpha male! Twisting as she tumbled into the snow, Kim managed to turn and face her attacker, beating her hands against his head and shoulders, but to no avail – the brute's upper parts sported numerous bony protrusions, making them almost as hard as ceramic plates, sturdy enough to withstand several gunshots. Even the tusks thrust out from the sides of his head were protective, as they kept Kim from landing a good, solid blow on the male monster's eyes.

Even as Kim got her legs up under her, pressing her booted feet firmly against the ropey-muscled chest and belly of her attacker, she felt other hands, huge and rough, grabbing hold of her wrists, then jerking them up above her head, pinning them to the ground. Casting a desperate look around, the redheaded teen realized that all the monsters were closing in on her in a single body now! And every one of them had a hard-on that looked, from her perspective, as though it were at least as thick as her wrist, and very much ready for action.

More hands grabbed at her body, and Kim cried out as her black shirt was ripped off, along with the brassier beneath, laying her strawberry-capped breasts completely bare to the frigid night, her nipples almost immediately becoming painfully erect in the cold. They weren't large breasts, since Kim was somewhat petite to start, and worked out extensively, not allowing much body fat to accumulate, including on her breasts, but they were big enough to fit comfortably in a normal-sized pair of hands, upswept and almost conical in shape. Other males would have felt themselves lucky to be allowed to handle Kim Possible's breasts. As for the monsters, however, they didn't ask for permission – they took.

Crying out even more loudly as greedy mouths with sharp teeth clamped onto her near-frozen teats, gnawing on them cruelly, Kim's cry turned to a high-pitched scream of panic as her feet – the only thing holding back the beast on top of her – slipped. Instantly the solid-muscled rump of the monster tensed…and then dropped, and he gave a long, satisfied-sounding growl that was soon overshadowed by Kim's own desperate, even louder scream of violation: the wicked, wart-knobbed shaft of the beast had plunged into her defenseless quim!

Ignoring the desperately-struggling teen's legs as they kicked to either side of his pumping hips, the cruel creature started a rapid, brutal pace almost immediately, his sperm-bloated balls slapping against Kim's exquisite buns, turning them a bright red in seconds. This was no soft lover or compassionate creature of the civilized world. No, this was a creature forged of flesh and fear and hate and instinct, and right now all those instincts told it to do one thing: breed the female beneath him quickly, to ensure his sperm got first dibs on her womb!

“No," gasped out Kim, the breath stolen from her by the sheer force of the monster's slapping hips. “No! Noooooo!"

Grunt!

SPLORT!

Kim's wail rose high and loud as the monstrous male on top of her suddenly slammed his cock into her right up to the hilt, right before she felt an almost firehose-force gush of cum splattering against her cervix. Torrents of thick, orange-tinted seed was forced out around the monster's invading member, when there was simply no room left for the sheer amount of semen he was pumping into her.

Then, just as suddenly as he'd slammed himself home, the alpha male gave another, softer grunt, and jerked his hips back, his penis popping free with another gush of escaping semen. Kim, however, didn't have time to rest before the next beast took his turn…and the next…and the next. And soon they got impatient, and Kim, nearly delirious by this point, discovered new worlds of suffering as first her poor pussy was stuffed with two cocks at a time, then her jaw was stretched the limits, and finally her tense anal rosebud, split wide on a throbbing monstercock. Then, just when she thought that there couldn't be anything worse in store for her, the claw creatures approached, and Kim learned the agony that tentacles could inflict as they rammed home into your helpless, rape-limp body.

Just when Kim was sure she would die from the brutal sexual abuse, she suddenly heard the cruel voice of the slavedriver she'd seen before. The whip lashed out again and again, and eventually, reluctantly, the seemingly insatiable monsters fell back. Somewhere in Kim Possible's mind, she realized that none of the female slaves she'd seen had shown any signs of what she'd endured, and concluded that the monsters around her must have been badly pent up from desires denied by their overseer.

Such a realization, however, brought Kim no comfort. All it brought her was a slow fade from consciousness as she felt herself bound hand and foot to a long pole, and then hoisted into the air, to be carried back to the camp where she'd attempted to free the slaves…only to become one herself.

Kim Possible could only pray that her teammates back at the ship would track her communicator's signal. For however long it would last.

[10% chance of pregnancy for Kim Possible – rolled 97 – not impregnated]

*

“You two go back," said Samus Aran after a moment's contemplation at the front of the columned front of the great, slightly ruined edifice. “The ship is your responsibility, Captain Savarin, and yours also, Miss Melizee. This, though…this is what I do."

“Are you sure?" Red immediately asked, frowning in concern. “I mean, we could all work together here. There's strength in numbers, after all."

“Not with me," said Samus, turning his glowing visor away from the caninu and felineko watching him. “With me, when others get involved, I…have a bad safety record." The visor swung around again. “Just go, help the others. Once you've got things settled, then wait until dawn. If I haven't contacted you by then, then don't come back here: whatever is here probably killed me, and it would probably do the same to you too."

Red paused for a long, long moment. Then he glanced at Elh. The purple-striped felineko girl was staring at Samus Aran with a fixed expression, as though concentrating all her faculties on penetrating that impassive armor. Then, after a few moments more, she gave a quick nod.

“We should make sure the ship's safe, Red," she explained. “Samus is trained to work alone; we'd only get in each others' way in those tight quarters."

Red didn't like it, and it showed. All the same, though he ground his teeth on the bone in his muzzle for a good, long time, he finally nodded as well.

“Good luck, Samus Aran," he said, then swung the Dahak around, swiftly marching across the frozen landscape.

“Did you notice," said Elh when they'd gone a fair distance from the temple, “how she acted when you offered to stay? It's obvious she's had some terrible losses in her past."

“Yeah, I guessed tha-wait," Red started to respond, before he glanced back at Elh. “She? Her?"

“It's pretty obvious if you know what to look for," said Elh with a slight shrug, a smug smirk on her pretty feline face. “After all, you were certain I was a boy for the longest time."

“That's different!" growled Red, putting his attention as fully on his piloting as possible…or at least making it appear that was what he was doing. “You were in disguise and stuff."

“And you were the only one who believed it," answered Elh with a grin.

“I still don't believe Samus Aran is a woman," grumped Red, before putting the Dahak into high gear, the noise of their travel making it almost impossible for Elh to continue talking to him.

-

Samus regarded the temple entrance for only a matter of moments, then plunged inside. Her visor adjusted instantly to the lower light, and she swung her sight around, looking for traces of heat signatures. Ah, there they were: up ahead. Hmm, strange signatures, though. Some were muted, almost fading into the background. Some were extremely hot indeed. And once the temple reached a certain level of depth, its overall heat went up to an astonishing degree.

Making her way forward, slowing only just enough to keep from making undue noises that might attract attention, Samus kept her plasma arm deployed, ready to fire at a moment's notice. Considering the crumbling nature of the temple around her, she opted not to use missiles, and mentally marked super missiles and super bombs off her list of potential arsenal as well. No, if she was going to get out of this alive, without bringing the building down on top of her, she'd have to do it the careful way.

Heat signatures were getting fuzzy now, the background heat of the place starting to interfere. Was it getting…hotter? Behind the visor, Samus frowned, while still giving quick sweeps with her scanners to the left and right, using their area sensors and automapping to guide her through the temple's lower recesses as quickly as possible.

Then, almost before even Samus could react, the marble-strewn corridors gave way to a large area, open save for the numerous wide columns that dotted it. The heat would have been stifling if Samus' suit hadn't had decent internal air conditioning. Ducking behind one of the ruined columns, which was hardly more than a human-sized stump, Samus peered around to take in the scene beyond.

Strange, and also strangely beautiful lizardlike creatures were standing stationary guard at the far end of the room. These were what first attracted Samus' attention, all at attention, bearing sharp-looking spears, tipped with an allow Samus' suit informed her had a chance to pierce even her armor, with enough force and luck behind a blow – not a major danger, but one not to be completely disregarded. A few, closer to Samus' end of the long chamber, carried energy weapons, and those, unlike the spears, were very decidedly dangerous. All the same, there were only perhaps six to eight of these leather-clad scaled beauties, and somehow Samus felt that they wouldn't present much of a challenge, as long as she was careful.

[http://swift-nimblefoot.deviantart.com/art/Model-Sheet-Lizard-Women-from-Flash-Gordon-462252473]

At the far end of the chamber, Samus' eyes fell on a pair of tall pillars, chains attached. Dangling from between those pillars, chained firmly in place, was a beautiful figure of night-blue, dressed in a simple white knee-length toga, her shimmering hair flowing in constant rivulets around her, almost as though caught in a constant unfelt breeze.

[http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Princess\_Luna]

“Princess Luna," Samus murmured, recognizing the alicorn – she was essentially a lesser goddess, after all. Samus also noted that a large brazier was set before Luna, and from it wafted smoke that wrapped around the limp-dangling princess. Whatever that smoke was, it was strong enough to leave a goddess weakened to the point of helplessness.

To either side of the dangling princess, Samus could now make out two figures. Why hadn't they shown up on her visor before? There was something…strange about the pair, something that Samus didn't like: it smacked of magic. If there was one thing Samus had learned, it was that magic meant bad news. One of the figures was dressed in what Samus couldn't help but think of as “sexy jester" garb, scraps of green fabric that seemed to only just barely cover the essentials – barely. Her skin had a purplish tinge, and her pale hair was done in a style very much like a jester's motley. The other figure was a “sexy witch" to match the sexy jester, a dark-haired woman wearing red, with a pointed witch's hat. Instead of a broom, however, this witch had an electric guitar strapped to her back.

[http://guilty-gear.wikia.com/wiki/I-No

And

http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Tira]

“It's much better if you just let it happen," said the witch, almost lovingly caressing Luna's cheek. “Believe me, you'll feel so much better if you do."

“What have you done with the others?" asked Luna, her voice wavering, making her drugged state even more obvious.

“Nothing too terrible, yet," teased the evil jester with a girlish giggle. “We had the Fulgores take them down into the oubliette."

“Where you put the god," Luna slurred out. “Blizzard. The true ruler of this land…"

“Ruler of nothing," snorted the red witch contemptuously. “Not anymore. Soon you'll be the ruler around here. Or, rather, your lovely other self will be."

“No," declared Luna firmly. “No, I'll never go back to being her…"

“Yes you will," teased the evil jester, nodding to the witch, who held up an inky, phallic object which seemed to pulse with its own dark life. “You certainly will, once I-No fits that into you. And you're not gonna resist either."

“Because if you do," I-No continued where the jester left off, “Tira will simply ring one of her little bells. And when she does that, we start sacrificing your friends. There's only four of them down there, you know. Not many sacrifices to work with, but enough for our purposes."

“Did you know Rainbow Dash is a virgin?" giggled Tira maniacally. “Well…technically, at least. The farmgirl with the hot butt is too, again, technically. That Spitfire hottie's not, and neither's that big, red, quiet guy, whatever his name is. So I guess we'll start with the virgins."

“You wouldn't," said Luna in drowsy horror, before she lifted her head enough to look both villainesses in the eyes. Then her head fell in defeat. “All right," she said in submission. “I'll do what you want."

Samus knew she didn't have much time to act. No, not much time at all. All the same, she knew that what she could see before her was only the tip of the iceberg – her motion trackers kept picking up signals, but they flickered in and out, indicating subjects that were very good at hiding, or using some other sort of method to hinder her sensors. This place was simply crawling with dangers.

*

“Heeeey, Macarena!" sang Chocolat, Detective Fox, and Renamon, each giving a little hop, though only the two vulpines actually turned with their hop, since the Pomeranian caninu needed to steer the ship.

“I wonder if my father still needs minions," Raven grumbled by the side of the boat, her expression decidedly sullen.

[rolled 38 out of 100 – minimal ship damage]

Despite all her goofing around, Chocolat really was an excellent ship's pilot, and in mere moments, she pulled the large boat up to an almost perfect stop at an empty berth on the old wooden docks. There was a fair amount of debris in the water, as the bay seemed to be a popular place for the locals to dump their trash, but nothing that wasn't easily fixed with a soldering iron.

“We're here!" chirped Chocolat with her typical perkiness. “Just wish I could see where 'here' was."

The night in the water was almost pitch black, save for the occasional sweep of a slow-moving and very old-fashioned lighthouse beam. The lighthouse throwing off the beam looked as though it had been built of stone and…oh, it was. And there was indeed only a fire on top, reflected outward by a rotating mirror.

Before the four teammates, the city itself was alive with many lights, casting a warm glow on the adobe walls of the numerous flat-topped buildings that ran almost all the way up to the water's edge. As they moved to tie themselves to the pier and disembark properly, already they could see several heavily-swathed figures hurrying up to them, various wares jangling from their outstretched hands.

“Looks like the people here are friendly!" Chocolat concluded. “See? They're already coming to greet us, and we hardly know them."

Despite her seeming naivety, however, the perky Pom casually rested a hand on the spear and grapple gun lying handy by the wheel. Besides Chocolat, only Carmelita carried visible, obvious weapons, but she'd made sure she fairly bristled with them: besides her large shock gun, made for stunning fleeing criminals into submission, she also carried a door-busting shotgun, a nightstick, and an automatic pistol, all carried in clearly-visible fashion. Normally Carmelita wouldn't have carried lethal weapons, but in the present circumstances, and far from her usual beat, the twentysomething vixen detective felt the added caution was warranted.

Apparently the show of obvious force was enough to stifle the enthusiasm of the locals, for the party was able to get themselves disembarked in perfect safety, without any interference. Only after they were properly secured, and the boat secured against tampering, did one of the muffled figures approach.

“Greetings, friends," said the hunched creature, and all four teammates realized suddenly that they were speaking to an almost human-sized, talking rat! “Welcome to our humble city. I greet you in the name of my patron, and hope that you will enjoy your stay, and even more enjoy her hospitality."

“Skaven," said Renamon, her blue eyes giving a soft flash as the requested search came back with information. “Very treacherous; very dangerous."

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skaven\_%28Warhammer%29]

“Oh, not here, friends," said the grey-furred rat before the party. “Not in our humble city. In the great city to the north, very much so, yes. But not here. Here, we came to be away from such filthy ways. Here, we are clean and happy, and free from the desires to spread plague and force our children on the daughters of other races." He smiled, and strangely enough, his smile was actually quite friendly. “I am Omar bin Saheed, servant of the great and powerful She of the Emerald Eyes, she who rules this city and keeps us hidden from the great gods of our world. She is also queen of the lacuni, and it is good to keep on the good side of the cat-things." The grey-furred rat gave a shudder as he spoke of lacuni.

[http://diablo.wikia.com/wiki/Lacuni]

“I am come, dear friends, to offer you a safe sanctuary for the night, and a place from which you may begin your searches in the morning," continued the strangely handsome rat-man. “My guarantees come directly from She of the Emerald Eyes herself. She is terrible to those who anger her, but feels that you are worthy of her protection while in her fair city."

“He isn't lying," said Raven, who had been holding a long, fixed stare at Omar as he spoke. “At least, he isn't lying intentionally." Then her eyes narrowed. “But I sense something behind him, watching us. Something powerful. Something…evil."

Renamon, however, wasn't paying much attention to the man-sized rat. Instead, her luminous blue eyes were sweeping the surrounding building tops. Had there been movement, out there, in the dark? She could have sworn there was something, but when she swept her gaze across the rooftops with her visible-spectrum vision, she saw nothing. Nothing except…was that a heat haze? It looked almost…humanoid. But then the slight shimmer dropped into an alley, and out of Renamon's sight, before she could start trying other spectrums of vision.

“I sense something else," said the gold-furred digimon. “I don't know if it's evil, but I don't think it's safe to stay out on the streets tonight."

“Let us discuss a moment, please," said Carmelita with a pleasant smile to Omar, who simply bowed politely, letting the four teammates pull back for a group huddle.

“Do we trust him?" asked Chocolat, giving voice to the question on everyone's mind.

*

[40% chance to capture Zeke – rolled 99 – failure]

Just as Krystal stepped forward, gripping her staff, calling on some of its power to lash out and bring down the fleeing wiry wolf, a hulking figure filled her vision, and she had to dive and roll to avoid being grabbed by a pair of massive, brawny hands. It was the Taurus demon!

Coming back to her feet, Krystal spun to face her foe, a slim, delicate-looking figure in comparison to its grotesquely-muscled bulk. Gulping inwardly, Krystal couldn't keep her eyes from drifting below the creature's waist, her cheeks flushing at the sheer size of the beast – it was huge! If it managed to get its hands on her, Krystal wasn't sure she'd survive; this thing was bigger than General Scales, and he'd been sizable, to say the least.

Fortunately for Krystal, she didn't have to find out what the limits of her body might be – at least, not in that impromptu setting. From above, Brooklyn and Angela plunged downward, the gar-girl tearing at the monster's eyes, while Brooklyn slashed at its throat, then thrust his beak forward, sinking in his teeth and holding on. Moments later, with a mighty roar, Kovu leapt from the top of the ship, brandishing his spear, then plunging it straight into the back of the hulking demon.

As the hulking bull-monster thrashed from side to side, trying to dislodge its attackers, bashing against the side of the ship in the process, there was a slight distortion in the air. Krystal got a quick glimpse of a flash of light and flowers springing into bloom through the snow and just as quickly vanishing again, and then, the next moment, Okami Amaterasu was giving a powerful flying kick right into the middle of the monster's solar plexus! The air was filled with a loud CRUNCH as demonic bones shattered, and the Taurus demon went stock still. Leaping clear, the gargoyles and young lion drew back, and together, all the fellowship watched as the mighty beast collapsed onto its back.

Walking over, Okami casually observed her handiwork, then nodded in satisfaction, before she turned back to the other panting, sweating friends. Arching an eyebrow, she glanced up to the top of the ship, where Kiara and the two asari girls were standing, looking down. Then she looked at Krystal, arching both eyebrows now, before giving a slight questioning motion with her muzzle towards the slender, blue-furred vixen's very much exposed body.

For her part, Krystal, now that the battle was over, and the rush of adrenaline was wearing off, finally glanced down, then blushed, moving her hands and staff to cover herself as best as she could. Seeing this, Okami grinned: Krystal looked adorable when she was embarrassed! And naked. But most especially when she was embarrassed because she was naked.

Glancing around at the others, noting the embarrassment of the asari, the relative lack of it from Kovu and Kiara, and the uncertain feelings of the two gargoyles, who seemed to be wondering if they should dress again for sake of custom, Okami frowned a moment in thought, then smiled again. Having come to a decision, she gave a light little shrug, and her kimono seemed to just flow smoothly off her body, puddling at her feet in a neatly-folded pile. Bending over to pick up her clothes, the she-wolf made everyone's eyes widen as she deliberately flicked her tail upward, then stood straight and walked to the side entrance of the ship as though nothing at all were strange about the present state of general undress.

“Um," Krystal began, glancing up as she noticed more approaching figures, barely visible in the light of the running lamps along the sides of the ship, figures that were obviously the prodigals returned, just as they'd been summoned by Riva, “I think perhaps we ought to clean up this mess," she indicated the bodies scattered all around. “Then we need to all get together, and make some plans for our future." She smirked wryly. “Not least of which will be the new dress code."

Choices

Kim Possible is now out of our control for the time being.

*At the Temple

How shall Samus Aran handle this situation?

1) Guns blazing – 50% chance of success, until three successes or three failures. Since Samus will act quickly, no injury is risked to the prisoners…provided she wins.

2) Slow and Stealthy – 60% chance of success, until four successes or failures. Since Samus will be taking it slow, if two failures are netted, injury will be done to Luna.

3) The Third Option – There is always a third option. Please make suggestions as to what you think Samus should do.

Also, do we want to use nonlethal methods on at least some of Samus' opponents? After all, the bad guys have demonstrated that they are perfectly willing to use mind control. If we do choose this option, our percentage chances of success, whatever route we select, will be reduced by 5%.

*At the Desert City

Do we trust Omar bin Saheed? Y/N

Do we risk doing some scouting and/or asking around at night? If so, who should do the scouting? (Percentage chances start at 40% for Raven and Chocolat, and 50% for Renamon and Carmelita, but will be modified by circumstances, and the methods used by the person or persons in question; Raven's scouting method should be relatively safe, for example, while Renamon's and Carmelita's will require physical interactions.)

*At the Landing Site

Now that everyone's gathering at the ship again, we know that we're being targeted, and will likely face future attacks. What do we do?

1) Lock down the ship and bury it in the ice until Carmelita's group returns. If we choose this route, we have three detectable options for where we might try to go:

a) The temple where we left Samus Aran

b) The ruined tower where we picked up a faint signal from Kim Possible, the last time her comm unit signaled (not unusual – the units only signal occasionally to save power)

c) A fairly nearby castle, not too far from the temple – it's scary-looking

d) A more distant castle, set quite high up in the mountains – it doesn't look quite dimensionally stable, as well as being scary-looking

e) That cave we saw earlier. Maybe we can handle what's in it with a bigger group.

These options are mutually exclusive, since we'll want to stick together, not having a central meeting location anymore.

2) Set up defenses, and wait for the next attack. If we take this option, we might take the following routes:

a) Send reinforcements to the temple.

b) Go searching for Kim Possible.

c) Check out that scary-looking, nearby ruined castle.

d) Check out that slightly pulsing, scary-looking, far-off ruined castle.

e) See if the cave is safe.

f) Stay where we are and fortify the ship.

These options are not mutually exclusive, since any groups we send out can always fall back to the ship. Please suggest group compositions if any are sent out.

As a final vote:

Should Krystal show her gratitude to the defenders? Y/N