FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Entry 10

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Temple

Forward – 9

Retreat – 5

Lizard woman prisoner? Y/N – 2/5

*Desert

Casinos:

The Barn – 0

Freddy’s – 7

Jabba’s Palace (aware? Y/N) – 0 (1/0 – yes)

The Last Stop – 3

The Mouse Trap – 2

The Pyramid – 4

Treasure Island – 0

Rocket Raccoon – 7 – Now in our party

Felicia – 1

Cash Grab:

Prostitution – 1

Adventuring – 3

*Rescue Party

Follow the green-haired figure (Morrigan) – 1

Press on – 11

Additional Requests/Votes

Should characters become dynamic/level up? Y/N – 3/0 (10 votes either way decides it)

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

Kaa – 3

Lt. M’Ress – 3

Flamedramon – 1

Captain Claw – 1

Articuno – 1 (mythic)

HK-47 (Star Wars KOTOR) – 2

Sam & Max (they fit better together) - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam\_%26\_Max – 1

Foxy the Fox Pirate – 2

Goris the Deathclaw – 1

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

The Next Villain Scene (10 votes to take place) -

Mythological Encounter (requires 10 votes) – 6

Nudity becomes more common among the crew – 5

Master Tigress demands a rematch with Jon Talbain – 2

Master Tigress/Renamon interaction – 1

Jon Talbain takes charge as Alpha male – 2

Master Tigress/Okami pairing – 1

Chocolat and Elh need to be talked out of their prudish ways – 10 – no further votes needed; Red, Elh, and Chocolat are now on the sexually available list

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

Krystal starts training someone in her mental arts (suggestions pending) – 1

Author Notes

Just so readers know, I changed the wording on the entry a few posts back, to make it more clear: Luna and Alopex were both pulled into the teleportation ring with the other escaping evildoers. Not enough people wanted prisoners when the option was available, so we didn’t take any. Zeke, on the other hand, was wanted as a prisoner before, so I was planning on having him get caught eventually anyway.

The presentation of Amelia Pig from Farm Saga Heroes, introduced below, is a good example of how all-inclusive I am willing to be for sources (http://farm-heroes-saga.wikia.com/wiki/Amelia and http://farm-heroes-saga.wikia.com/wiki/Amelia's\_Airdrop for sources). If there’s a character you like, from just about anywhere, who isn’t a live-action human, then please, by all means, make the suggestion. If a character was included in the initial voting, but didn’t make the cut for whatever reason, please also suggest that character if you want to see him or her in action – most will show up anyway, but sooner rather than later with votes.

I should also mention: if a character did not get any votes in the initial voting lineup, they are on what I call “the chopping block.” That means, when Bad Things are scheduled to happen, such as a villain scene, and a character is needed for them to happen to, I draw from the chopping block list. Death of said characters isn’t terribly likely, but when they are used so, they are unlikely to ever be allowed onto the permanent character list afterward.

As a final note, all victim characters in the villains scene, except for Aurora, were selected randomly.

UFC Entry 10

[1d4 princesses will suffer a terrible fate – rolled 4]

Shere Khan stood near a wall of the massive throne room of King Bowser Koopa, a large desk set before him, brought into the room specifically for his use. While only recently made the CEO of Ultratech, Shere Khan was one of the wealthiest and most successful businesscreatures in the Selected Universe, and had been for years. Dominating his competition was simply the most natural thing in the world for a potent, powerful predator like him.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Shere\_Khan]

Reacting with fear upon meeting the tall, muscular, business suit-clad tiger was also the most natural thing in the world. The sight and scent of his prey’s fear, in fact, was perhaps the most heady intoxicant Shere Khan knew. Fear like that of the small black mouse and equally small white duck trembling on the table before him.

Of course, the pair were naked. All the better to drive home their total helplessness. Bound securely in the “suckling pig” position, the black ballgags in each female’s mouth was clearly visible, as were the pitiful whimpers that might have been muffled pleas for mercy. Shere Khan, however, was hardly interested in mercy. What interested him was savoring his victory.

Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck had been perpetual irritants to Shere Khan’s numerous illegal operations. The former was an adventurer, the latter an investigative reporter, and both regularly stuck their noses into the powerful tiger’s interests. To date, they had failed to implicate Shere Khan in any legal matters, but they’d gotten close far too many times. Besides being professional snoopers, however, both young females were, up until very recently, owners of the deciding shares in several galaxy-spanning businesses that Shere Khan wanted to possess, stymieing his plans for capitalistic conquest in much the same way they stymied his illicit schemes. But now…now they were his.

Savoring his victory over these two annoyances, Shere Khan ran his large paws over their presented, bare bottoms, admiring the differences in his two quite attractive captives. Minnie Mouse had short, soft, black fur, and her body was trim, athletic, with small handfuls for breasts, capped with little dots for nipples, even blacker than the fur surrounding them, smooth and shiny. Her rump, of course, had the rounded qualities of an inveterate runner and all-around athlete, with clearly-defined dimples just above the buttocks, though somewhat boyish, as was her waist, which didn’t taper terribly much.

Daisy Duck, by contrast, was a shapely sort, her figure that of the classic hourglass, and her breasts were somewhat larger, though not of a ridiculous size, capped with nipples that were light and pink. Where Minnie’s fur was like velvet, Daisy’s feathers were like eiderdown, and Shere Khan took immense delight in making her cry out through her gag in distress as he sank his fingers firmly into the feathers of her plush, shapely bum, framed by its upthrust ducktail, parting her folds to reveal the hints of white and pink within. Yes, having these two was most satisfying indeed.

What was most satisfying right now to Shere Khan, however, was not his imminent sexual conquest and humiliation of longterm foes; that was simply a way to ensure they were rendered into broken, obedient slaves, thus very effectively keeping them out of his way in the future. Rather, his greatest satisfaction came because these two had been the ones standing in his way from buying out the Ultratech Corporation. They had apparently been trying to turn the company around from its warmongering ways from the inside, or some silly nonsense like that. Shere Khan had tried numerous times to outmaneuver the clever pair, but now, now they were at his mercy, whimpering loudly as he worked his thick, strong fingers into the delicate folds of their trim quims, preparing them for the ordeals they would face in the all-too-near future. With them now removed from his path as obstacles, there was very little that could stand in Shere Khan’s way. Oh, perhaps a bear pilot here, or an (ugh!) human adventurer there, but he had little doubt that he could overcome these obstacles as they came.

After all, he had very powerful friends.

Two of those powerful friends were positioned more centrally in the throne room. Of course, the being seated on the massive throne itself, a great dining table before him, was none other than Bowser Koopa. King of a vast, world-spanning empire of his own, the great dragon-turtle had been stymied in recent (in koopa years, at least) times by the efforts of various adventurers and other setbacks. The worst of these setbacks, however, had been one of a personal nature: Bowser was desperately in love. All of his efforts had, until quite recently (in human years this time), been devoted to the pursuit of a single woman, one that he’d fixated upon, desiring not just to possess her, but to have her love him as much as he loved her. His obsession with the Princess Peach Toadstool had been Bowser’s downfall, time and time again, leaving him vulnerable to defeat while he did his best to woo her, without really understanding how. After all, he was a conqueror king, not some simpering court dandy; he didn’t know the first thing about properly wooing a woman, beyond seizing her and dragging her off to his chambers for a rough and savage rutting.

Fortunately, at least for the unholy alliance now starting to form, someone had found that a rough and savage rutting seemed to be exactly what King Bowser Koopa needed to break him out of his funk. At least temporarily.

“Oh!” squealed the precious young princess laid out on the King Koopa-sized plate on the table like an especially appetizing entre. “Ooh! Please! Please sir, don’t do…OH!”

Frogtied on her back as she was like a young turkey ready for the oven, precious pubescent Snow White was unable to do more than squirm and make the most adorable noises in her sweet, high-pitched voice as the wicked and lusty King of the koopas lashed her bald, snow-pale quim again and again with his thick tongue. Closing his mouth almost completely around her lower body, Bowser suckled and slurped greedily on the finest fourteen-year-old pussy he’d enjoyed in…well, ages, really. Bucking his head slightly, the massive King Koopa’s tongue forced its way through Snow White’s hymen, bringing an especially high-pitched wail from the hapless youngster as his taste buds exploded with the delicious flavor (at least to a dragon like him) of fresh-squeezed virgin’s blood.

Standing nearby, firmly gripping a lovely and quite naked blonde beauty in her large, powerful talons, forcing the hapless girl to stand still before her and watch the violation of poor, pure Snow White, was the one who had brought Bowser out of his romantic funk: Maleficent.

Wearing the purple-and-black-scaled shape of her draconic second skin beneath the confines of her flowing black dress, Maleficent was easily the equal of Bowser in height. This halfway shape, however, had a few disadvantages…or perhaps advantages, depending on how one viewed them. The disadvantages in question – and there were two of them – were presently straining the top of Maleficent’s dress right to the popping point. The wicked faerie queen had been forced to heavily modify her typically quite form-concealing dress to accommodate for her far more generous draconic assets, laying the tops of her purple-scaled breasts, banded by her reptilian scutes, almost completely on display, save for the deep violet nipples still just barely contained within the confines of the sheer black fairy fabric.

While one hand gently, but very, very firmly, held the shoulder of the willowy blonde teenager, ensuring she couldn’t escape, even if her bound wrists weren’t sufficient deterrent, Maleficent slowly stroked her other large, powerful talon down the doomed girl’s supple, lightly-tanned body.

“Perfectly even,” the powerful dragoness noted with a slow, wicked smile, the green light of her inner fires leaking out through eyes and mouth whenever they opened. “You sunbathe in the nude, don’t you, my dear Aurora?”

The question seemed to flabbergast the young princess, who stammered and blushed adorably, squirming in Maleficent’s grip. The dragoness clucked her tongue chidingly.

“Such a bad girl,” she teasingly reproved. “But you’ll be punished soon enough. After all, I promised your kingdom that on your sixteenth birthday, you would prick yourself, didn’t I? Well,” she gestured with her free hand toward Bowser’s towering, uncircumcised erection, clearly visible now that he wasn’t wearing his immense, almost indestructible shell, “I can’t think of a bigger prick than that one.”

As though to punctuate the faerie queen’s words, Snow White gave an especially high wail, and Bowser opened his mouth, making Aurora blush even more brightly as she saw the pale-skinned brunette’s juices very literally squirting out onto Bowser’s extended tongue, her whole body bucking and thrashing in the desperate convulsions of an especially powerful multiple orgasm, her pearl-pink nipples perked and thrust upward in the throes of her ecstasy. Diablo, Maleficent’s fully-aware raven-spirit, ogled the action with an eager leer, pointed avian tongue extended. He hopped a little closer to his mistress’ ear, and whispered to her.

“A very fine idea indeed, my dearest,” Maleficent proclaimed. “Dear Bowser, wouldn’t you like to have your cake and eat it, too?”

Her eyes blazing with a little more green firelight, Maleficent transferred a clear mental image directly from Diablo’s brain, to her own, to Bowser’s. His fiery red eyes lighting up with eagerness, the ever-potent Koopa King leaned back, hoisting Snow White up with him, still squirming within his jaws, screaming even more loudly as she sank down on his tongue, an organ easily the length and thickness of some of the largest human cocks.

Aurora started to beg for mercy, tears forming in her eyes, as Maleficent frogmarched her forward, but her pleas were all in vain. Soon she was standing directly before the mighty royal personage of Bowser…and most especially his very sizable royal scepter. The young princess’ pleading quickly grew more frantic, more desperate, as Maleficent, reveling in the greater strength of her present shape, easily bent and caught the lithesome, naked teen beneath her knees, lifting her with ease into the air. She took another step forward, and the lovely Princess Aurora looked down, her eyes filled with terror at the sight of the grotesquely swollen dragoncock directly beneath her defenseless virgin cunny.

“Please, not that!” she begged. “He’s…he’s too big! He’ll tear me open!”

“Lotsa girls say that,” said Bowser, letting Snow White spill out into his massive talons to allow him to speak, and also to roll her over onto her front, her petite, moon-pale bottom thrust upward now. “Right up until they get a piece of it. Then they just can’t get enough! Here, let’s let the other little princess get you ready for it.”

Panting, cheeks flushed like the blush of rosepetals, Snow White tensed as, once more, Bowser spread her legs, squeezing her lower body into his immense maw. One of his heavy talons, however, went to the back of her head, while Maleficent thrust Aurora’s very lightly-furred pubis forward. Aurora’s eyes went wide as Snow White’s upper lips met her lower ones, and for just a moment she struggled in Maleficent’s grip. Another brighter glow from the faerie queen’s eyes, however, and neither princess could help themselves any longer, their loud moans and cries of pleasure soon filling the throne room.

“You both begin to see, don’t you?” asked Maleficent, and for a moment Shere Khan, watching from his desk while lightly fingering his two fresh slavegirls, savoring the main course for when he could be alone, thought that she was addressing the princesses Snow White and Aurora. Soon, however, he realized that she was addressing him and Bowser.

“You do see,” Maleficent answered her own question, even as she pulled the now limply-dangling Aurora away from Snow White’s eager mouth. “Yes, you see, and you understand. We all have desires. Wishes that we’ve never been able to have fulfilled. In this cosmos, there are karmic forces that, time and time again, act to interfere with our plans, hinder our plots, cause the downfall of our greatest endeavors. We lose, time and time again. And that simply isn’t fair.”

Punctuating her point, Maleficent nestled Aurora’s snugly-clasped virgin cunny against the heavily-leaking, rubbery-barbed cap of Bowser’s penis, then thrust the girl downward, her expression exultant, while Diablo’s wings spread in his own excitement, at Aurora’s perfect scream of violation. The bulge of Bowser’s rigid shaft could be clearly seen through her taut tummy, her tender vagina stretched impossibly wide on his rigid, knobbed shaft.

“All we need to do,” she continued in the same measured tone as she continued to feed Aurora down the length of Bowser’s penis, “is seek out enough of those with royal blood, or royal destiny. That destiny is what we need. If we can steal it, subvert them, enslave them, we can take the power in those lost destinies, store it, and eventually use it to change our fates, to undo the cruelty of karma. Then, and only then, we will be truly victorious.”

The spiel Maleficent gave was nothing new to Shere Khan: she’d already sold him on her scheme when she’d first come to him, wearing her dragon-guise, since she’d known how much he loathed and despised humans, or even those who appeared human. If he were the one with Aurora and Snow White in his grip, instead of a threesome followed by endless pleasure-filled enslavement, he’d be preparing the tender little princesses for a delicious post-rape lunch; the powerful tiger prided himself on his culinary skills, and he could tell at a glance, in the same way that a rancher could spot cattle ready for slaughter, that those two lovely princesses would be the finest cuts of meat he’d ever tasted. After they’d been properly seasoned with a subtle blending of pleasure and pain, of course.

What he wanted most of all, and could never achieve, was a universe in which humans were put, once and for all, in their proper place.

Impossible? Yes, under normal circumstances. But then, Maleficent wasn’t proposing anything normal, now was she? Instead, she was proposing changing things through the use of magic. Magic provided by a being with sufficient power to make all the unholy alliance’s most wicked fantasies come true.

Chernobog.

Snow White fell onto Bowser’s broad chest and slightly rounded belly as he roared in orgasm, a roar almost matched by Aurora’s scream as her womb was almost instantly filled to bursting by a flood of thick, supernaturally potent koopa cream. If Maleficent hadn’t been there to hold her in place, the supple blonde princess would probably have been popped off like a champagne cork. As it was, she slowly began to inflate, and not just with Bowser’s semen: some of that seed had already taken hold, and Aurora had been made pregnant!

Aurora flopped back onto the table, gasping for breath, her whole body flushed with a strange mixture of agony and orgasm, her belly swelling even more as the numerous eggs Bowser’s sperm had impregnated inside her ovaries slid down to her fallopian tubes in readiness to ripen and pop free as new koopalings (for all Bowser’s children, regardless of their mother, were koopa-kin of some sort). Sighing in momentary contentment, Bowser’s red eyes fell onto Snow White’s flushed and juicy cunny, directly before him, and wrapped one huge hand around her tiny waist, easily lifting the slim, petite brunette and positioning her perfect little tushie over his upthrust erection.

“Please don’t,” begged Snow White prettily, squirming in vain against the ropes holding her bound as she looked at Aurora, and realized what fate lay in store for her as well. “Please, I can’t have babies yes; it’s just not possible.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage somehow,” chuckled Bowser, before he pushed the squealing little teen down on his koopa cock. Soon enough, another clutch of eggs would be on the way.

Watching, her eyes and maw gleaming with hellish green light, Maleficent smiled.

*

After Rainbow Dash had called her clothing the “minus-one suit,” Samus had consented to allowing the rainbow-tressed pony to strip her former friend, Gilda, naked, baring her muscular, feathery body (and spending more time than was really necessary running her hands over that beautiful, naked fur and feathers), and present Gilda’s tight black punk jeans to the bounty hunter. Never really one for modesty (her suit was a tool rather than clothing, at least in Samus’ view), Samus shoved the remnants of her zero suit down, making all three of the now-freed ponies gape at Samus Aran’s flawless, muscular rump. Tugging on the shorts didn’t really help much, either, since Gilda wasn’t nearly as well-endowed in either hips or bust as Samus was.

“Tarnation,” said Applejack in awe.

“I’m in heaven,” Rainbow Dash squeed quietly.

“Eyup,” agreed Big Macintosh.

After Spitfire was freed, and the three prisoners were secured with the same chains they’d used to bind the ponies, Spitfire was left with a heavy halberd that Stallion had held in reserve, while the others made their way forward into the darkness, determined to finally clear out the taint of evil in the temple. Applejack took point, Zeke’s double-barreled shotgun held in her hands, while her big brother backed her up, Stallion’s heavy blade clutched two-handed and ready for action. Rainbow Dash, the fastest of the group, took up the rear, where she could dart around or over them (with her wings) as needed, or rush back for what help she could with her incredible speeds, if that were required. Samus, naturally, was in the middle, where she could best put her greater experience to work in guiding her new companions if a fight broke out.

Suddenly, the darkness fell away, and the four companions stepped out into dazzling light.

Somewhere on the other side of the immense chamber in which the companions found themselves, they caught a brief glimpse of the lizard women, scrambling down a dark hole leading into points unknown. There was a soft rumble, and then the hole sealed behind the escapees, blocking off all pursuit.

The lizard women, however, weren’t what commanded the companions’ attention. What caught and held their gazes, was the massive statue of solid ice in the center of the room.

“It’s a huge ape,” said Rainbow Dash after a moment’s assessment. “Sort of like...King Pong, from the movies.”

“You mean King Kong,” Samus muttered, but not too loudly: she knew the ponies had numerous differences in naming conventions. “What is he?”

“Some kinda god, I reckon,” said Rainbow Dash, stepping forward and resting a hand on one foot of the statue, her hand just barely covering the toenail. “I heard the cusses that captured us talking ‘bout ‘em. We’d hafta ask them to get more, of course, but what I know is this planet’s crawlin’ with gods, and there’s these other gods, or demons, or somethin’, and they wanna take over from the gods already here.” She glanced back at Samus apologetically. “Like I said, that’s all I know. I ain’t really the one to be pumpin’ information outta folks, either.”

“No worries,” Samus reassured the freckled blonde pony. “I’m sure I’ll have plenty of opportunity to get the whole truth out of…”

Greetings, saviors of War World.

“You say something, Big Macintosh?” asked Rainbow Dash. “’cause that voice was almost as deep as yours.”

“Nope,” Big Macintosh assured the petite sky blue pony.

“Then who…?”

I greet you again, saviors of War World. I am the statue you have discovered. I am Blizzard, the imprisoned god of the frigid and pure north. You are fortunate, for you have come upon one of the three gods of Good on this battle-blasted globe. The vile taint that corrupted my temple is now gone, thanks to your efforts. Much time must pass before my strength fully returns, but that strength will return in time, now that my temple is cleansed.

“You’re welcome, weird deep voice in my head,” said Rainbow Dash, now looking up at the big blue-white ice statue. “So…you’re a god?”

Yes.

“And a statue?”

Yes.

“And…you can help us how?”

The statue was silent.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Rainbow Dash quipped, rolling her eyes. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

Not seeing any reason to linger any further, the others soon agreed. With Big Macintosh carrying the semi-conscious Princess Luna gently in his powerful arms, and Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and the gradually-revived Spitfire guarding the prisoners, now made to walk on a chain coffle, Samus Aran started them off on the trek back to the ship.

“Just wish my comm was working,” Samus softly muttered, shifting the weight of her suit in the compact bundle it had formed before she fit it into the rope net now resting on her back. “I could use a pickup here: chozo-enhanced or not, it’s cold out here.”

*

“Yeah, I’ve got the parts you need,” said the humanoid raccoon, only slightly taller than Chocolat, but a great deal more muscled beneath the plates of his orange light combat armor. “At least, I do if those weird robots haven’t taken them apart. And if they have, I know where to get new ones. But if I’m gonna help you, you gotta help me.”

“What do you want in exchange?” asked Chocolat, taking the lead as the group stood outside the casino and club known as Freddy’s, its bright neon flashing, accompanied by the muffled sounds of numerous electronic games from within.

“Off this dirt pile,” answered the raccoon, who’d introduced himself as Rocket. “You get me a way offa this rotten place, and you’ve got me on your side until then.”

Chocolat frowned, then glanced back at her three companions, all of whom were looking at Rocket with glares that made it very clear they were measuring his every word and act.

“He’s clear of the taint of evil,” Raven concluded.

“He’s not lying,” said Renamon. “At least, his respiration didn’t jump in a way to indicate such.”

“He talks tough,” Carmelita decided, placing her hands on her hips, “but I get the feeling he’ll do what he says. He’s a mercenary, but he seems like the sort who stays bought.”

“That’s as good as it gets in my business,” Rocket Raccoon stated with a cocky grin. “Now c’mon: I’ll take you to the back room, where I’ve stowed my stuff.”

“Lead the way,” said Chocolat.

Turning, the raccoon pushed his way into the club, with Chocolat at the others close behind. At least, that’s what they started to do, until Chocolat suddenly screamed as a looming black shape floated before her.

[http://spookys-house-of-jump-scares.wikia.com/wiki/Specimen\_8]

“What is that thing?!” Carmelita exclaimed, drawing her shock pistol and leveling it at the deer-skulled, sharp-fanged being hovering in the air before them, watching them with eerily glowing white eyes.

“Hey, relax,” said Rocket, raising a hand toward the others. “And put that thing away, sweet-cheeks. You’re cute, but not cute enough to talk yourself past Freddy if you go blasting his employees. This’s Specimen 8. She’s one ‘a the waitresses around here.”

“I have many mouths to feed,” said 8 in a voice like a blast of venomous tomb-air. “Can I take your order, children?”

The four girls traded a look, then shook their heads.

“Your submission is inevitable,” 8 said in answer, then glided away over the floor, somehow avoiding touching anyone else, despite the tight-packed crowds.

“Back here,” said Rocket, as the others stuck close to him, eager not to run into any more jump-scares. “Through this door: it’s the ready-room, where the band gets their, uh, their clothes on, I guess you could say.”

Pushing open an extra-large door with a star on it, Rocket stepped through, followed moments after by the others. All of them almost immediately came to an abrupt halt at the sight before them: bare steel bunny buns.

“Oh, hello there, Rocket,” said the surprisingly shapely (and, incidentally, completely naked) lavender-colored rabbit. She would have been incredibly gorgeous, with a body any supermodel would have committed homicide to acquire, except for the obviously-visible patches of bare metal poking through the soft velveteen covering of her body, especially at the joints. “I didn’t see you come in.”

“Rocket likes to watch us naked, Bonnie,” said another, bright yellow female from nearby, this one with a chicken-like beak and tuft of yellow feathers sticking from the top of her head; her body was almost identical to Bonnie’s, save for the difference of species, indicating similar manufacturing. “You’d better not hang around too long, though, Rocket: you know Freddy gets…antsy when you stare at us for too long.”

“Chica’s right, Rocket,” agreed Bonnie. “And you know what he does when he gets antsy.” The lavender rabbit’s eyes flicked to the four girls behind Rocket with an audible click. “Ooh! New girls! Are you here to audition? Freddy has final say on employment, of course, but you four are all very pretty. I’m sure, if you don’t mind his, um, ‘employee interview,’ that he’d be happy to take you on.”

Rocket made a face.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna do that,” he told the foursome behind him. “Freddy makes ya do stuff that’d make you wanna kick ‘im in the nuts. But you can’t kick a guy in the nuts when his nuts are made of bolts. Now,” he turned back to Bonnie and Chica, “where’s those parts I stashed back here? I need ‘em.”

“I’m sorry, Rocket,” said Bonnie as she sat by a mirror, adjusting her face (in a literal sense) – she seemed to be the nice one of the pair, while Chica was the flirty one, deliberately bending over as she changed next to Bonnie, thrusting her feathery backside almost in Rocket’s face, making it clear at a glance that the sphincter of her tailhole and the slit of her quim were both designed to be enter-only access ports. “Foxy took them for tinkering with his body. You know how he’s always losing parts when he’s acting as bouncer.”

“Or having fun with me and Bonnie,” giggled Chica, shivering with remembered pleasure, before she stood and turned to face the others, obviously unashamed of having her yellow-capped breasts on full display, or how deeply she was making poor Chocolat blush. “Last time, he banged me so hard, he left his cock quivering in me for almost an hour afterward. Luckily he was able to jury-rig my vibrator as a replacement, or poor Bonnie here might’ve gotten left out.”

[40% chance of trouble – rolled 44, no trouble; 30% chance of getting the parts we need – rolled 94, no parts]

“Say,” continued Chica, stepping forward and resting a surprisingly gentle hand on Renamon’s hip. “You’ve got a wonderful figure. Have you ever danced before? I mean, up on stage, maybe with a pole?”

Renamon’s cheeks flushed slightly, her blue eyes turning bashfully away from Chica’s magenta-eyed gaze.

“I’ve…occasionally indulged myself,” the digimon gendermorph admitted.

“I’m due up on stage in a few minutes,” explained Chica, “but my servos need a little tuning still. Bonnie’s a bit worn-out from the last time Freddy got ‘antsy,’ so she’s not in any condition to take my place. If you’ll take over for us, I won’t even tell Freddy, so you won’t have to go through his interviewing. The pay’s lousy, but the tips are fantastic!” The yellow-feathered fembot made Renamon gasp by cupping the digimon’s chestfur, where her breasts would be, if she were in full-female configuration. “So sensitive, too,” Chica commented. “You’d be a big hit if you said yes.”

“You know how to handle a wrench and a spanner?” Bonnie, meanwhile, asked Chocolat, who meekly nodded. “While your friend’s up on stage, Chica and I could use a tune-up. Like Chica said: we’re a little run-down right now. Rocket’s nice, but he can always use another pair of small, gentle hands like yours.”

*

With a start, Kim Possible came back to consciousness. Looking around, fighting through her momentary disorientation, she gradually realized that she was within an iron-barred, windowless cell. As she started to stir, a gentle pair of hands pressed her shoulders, guiding her back to the ill-smelling straw that served as her bed.

“Just rest a while,” said a gentle voice, and Kim looked up into the face of the dusky-skinned woman she’d seen being carried on a pole in the slave caravan. “My name’s Ariel, and I’m like you: a prisoner. You’ve got to conserve your strength while you can. You’ve been through a terrible ordeal.”

“You’re telling me,” said Kim ruefully, shaking her head before the blue-clad girl placed a damp cloth on her head; surprisingly, the cloth felt pretty good. “I’ve never been beaten that bad before, not against any badguy I’ve fought to date.”

“You were lucky,” returned the dark-haired girl. “Those were just minions of Baal; minor demons, made from human men who willingly allowed themselves to be corrupted. If you’d been unlucky, there might have been pit lords or khazra among them instead. The khazra are goatmen,” she explained quickly, seeing Kim’s questioning look. “Goat demons, actually. They used to be human, too, but all their men were turned to demons many, many generations ago. Now they’re a sort of incubus, or male corrupting demon, as well as a part of the front lines of Hell’s armies on this benighted world. If they were the ones who’d…assaulted you, you’d probably be a demon right now, too. Or close enough.” She looked toward the bars of their cell. “Like our captors.”

Kim followed the other girl’s gaze, and her eyes widened at the glimpse of tartarian horrors going on beyond the confines of the cell. At the far end of a cavernous room, she could see a tall, beautiful woman with light green skin. Much of her body was clearly visible, for though she wore plate armor, it seemed to end at the most inappropriate places, revealing far more than it concealed. On either side of her were strange, hideous creatures, looking something like a cross between a dog, a massive ape, and some sort of abhorrent reptile. Not far from the throne, acting as a sort of honor guard, were even more scantily-clad women, their skin either ghostly pale, or inky black.

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

[http://diablo2.diablowiki.net/Corrupt\_Rogue]

“The Countess,” said Ariel, her face grim. “And her entourage. The ones that look almost human were corrupted, either by her or by the khazra.”

Hearing sounds in the arena below the throne, Kim forced herself to her knees, wincing at all the places where she felt sore, and crawled on hands-and-knees to the bars. Ariel looked pained, as though knowing Kim wouldn’t like the scene beyond, but didn’t stop the redheaded teen.

The first thing Kim did, upon reaching the edge of her cell, was look to the right and the left. She’d read enough books, like The Count of Monte Cristo, to know that one’s fellow prisoners could be the key to your escape. To one side, she saw a strangely mottled-looking small female, some sort of goblin or imp by racial appearance, with a strange headdress, and a large collection of bright flame-colored hair protruding from its top. The grey-and-black imp was locked into a set of stocks made of black iron, and her long hair had actually been locked into place on its top. The little imp was facing roughly in Kim’s direction, so she could see the gag in the imp’s mouth, and could easily look over the other girl’s back, past the plump swell of her small bum. Behind the imp, chained by a single shackle on its hind leg to the wall, was a massive, powerful wolf with strange markings on his fur, and surprisingly intelligent blue eyes. At least, when Kim first saw them they were blue. However, those eyes kept shifting with every few blinks, from blue, to red, and back to blue. The more frantically the helpless little imp girl struggled, her bottom wriggling in her desperation to escape, the more frequently the red seemed to take control of the wolf’s eyes.

Turning her eyes away from this scene of descending corruption, Kim looked into the cell on the other side. There, she saw three girls, two slightly older than her, one slightly younger. All three of the girls were dangling by their wrists from the ceiling of the dungeon, their clothes a mass of shredded tatters that only just barely covered up the essentials – barely. One of the older girls had a fair complexion, and nut-brown wavy hair, tied back in a casual ponytail with a bit of blue ribbon, though a few strands had somehow gotten loose and dangled around her face. She had a heart-shaped face, and an hourglass figure, the sort any supermodel would envy.

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

The other older girl was similarly slim, though not quite so flawless in her figure – close, though! Her skin was a light, polished ebony, and her wavy black hair was pulled back in an upthrust ponytail, obviously holding its shape thanks to the springy nature of her hair.

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

Unlike the other two girls, the third and youngest had been stripped very nearly naked, save for a leather thong with a flap in front, a simple blue headband with an eagle’s feather, and a pair of soft leather moccasins. Kim couldn’t help but admire her smooth, toned form, tight-muscled belly and legs, and most especially the bold expression on her round face, showing her determination not to give in despite overwhelming odds. The girl’s skin was a deep, burnished copper color, the nipples on her pert, upthrust breasts an even darker shade approaching the color of blood, and her dark hair was tied back in two braids running from beneath her headband. Even in captivity, she looked as though she would never, ever give in.

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

Then Kim’s eyes turned toward the arena down below the throne, and her sense of despair started to rise. There, she saw the two muscular men she’d seen before, the blonde fur-clad barbarian, and the shaggy creature with the lion-like mane and strange, mask-like face. The two men were bound back-to-back against a tall, thick iron pole, their clothes shredded, their hardened shafts being eagerly nursed upon by some of the pale-skinned women. Both males appeared to be in a state of extreme tension, and the maned creature regularly bellowed out strange, unintelligible words in what sounded like defiance.

Not far away from this scene, crouched near the base of the steps leading up to where the Countess sat, observing the corruption of the two males bound before her, was a huge, hunched figure, its body shaggy with brown fur, horns protruding from its great, lionlike head. It was ghastly to look on…but somehow appealing at the same time. The creature was naked save for a long cape, and Kim blushed then turned away at the sight of how well-endowed the beast was.

“Oh, Beast,” said the brown-haired girl in the next cell forlornly, and Kim gradually realized that this, in fact, was the creature’s name: Beast.

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

Only a little bit away from the shaggy brute known as Beast, Kim could see another pair, these two actually dressed in warm and properly modest clothing. They had strong family features, and Kim guessed they might be sisters. One was a platinum blonde with a long, intricate braid, while the other was a petite ginger with two braids, one resting on each shoulder. The taller, older of the pair had a firm grip on the shoulders of the younger girl, holding her firmly on her knees. Since the ginger girl had her wrists bound in front of her, there wasn’t much she could do to resist this situation.

“Watch, Anna,” said the platinum blonde, a strange and eerie light gleaming in her eyes. “Don’t be afraid. After the show for our mistress, you’ll be the next one to join us.”

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Elsa\_the\_Snow\_Queen]

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

-

While Kim was coming to grips with her surroundings, the team led by Jon Talbain were doing much the same, crouched in hiding in a defile not far from the ruined tower.

“Not so deserted-looking up close,” growled Jon, receiving a growl of agreement from Okami, standing next to him.

Not far away, they could see the sealed door to a deep, dark cellar, inset into the ruins. Prowling around the rocks surrounding this cellar door were vague, goatlike shapes, looking almost as substantial as the mist and snow and night they were using as cover. If it weren’t for their distinct smell, clearly picked up by the wolves and lions in the group, they might have been missed entirely. Even Brooklyn and Angela, scouting by air, had only been able to make out the dim red lights of the goat demons’ eyes.

“They’re on guard, all right,” confirmed Brooklyn quietly as he and Angela slid quietly into the little rock defile. “They look like they’re just randomly moving around down here, but from up top, it’s obvious they’re following a patrol pattern.”

Then, not far off, Jon caught sight of a flare of light. Someone had started a fire! Frowning, he slid through the rocks, getting closer, the others following with equal stealth – all of them, after all, were very good at sneaking around.

There, in another defile, this one in clear view of the ruined tower and its cellar door into the darkness beneath, were a group of the goat demons, big, red-furred brutes with searing red eyes. One of them had breathed a puff of flame onto some dry tinder, and was now building it up to a nice little blaze – a perfect cookfire. The others, meanwhile, were crouched around a struggling figure, who sobbed with a clearly female voice as rough, jagged claws and strong, brutal hands tore away at her clothes.

“Please, I’m just a pilot!” sobbed the pitiful figure, who was soon revealed to be a cute pink piggy girl with a light dusting of slightly darker freckling on her back, stopping just above her plush bottom; the goat demons had left her with a pair of aviator’s goggles, and a long scarf, but her pleasantly plump body was otherwise naked. “I’m not a spy!”

“Doesn’t matter to us,” chuckled one of the red-furred goats in his rough, slightly bleating voice, shoving the poor young sow forward onto all-fours, and grabbing her bootylicious buns in both powerful hands, making her squeal in distress as he squeezed them. “We’re horny, and we’re hungry. We’ll give you a chance to satisfy one of those needs. Fail, and you’ll be satisfying the other. Got it?”

The little pink pig whimpered, but then nodded, her eyes tearing up, her expression somehow even more adorable in her state of despair. All around her, the wicked goat demons chuckled cruelly, quickly growing aroused as they closed in, each of them eager for their turn.

Choices

*Ship

Samus and the ponies have returned to the ship, along with their prisoners. 7 votes, minimum, will get the following scenes:

*Reactions upon discovering the new dress policy at the ship.

*Sex scene with Princess Luna

*Healing sex with the prisoners

Only one of these scenes will take place per entry, starting with the first. 7 votes are required every time a new entry comes out, to let me know that interest continues in seeing the next part. Please make suggestions about how you would like these scenes will play out.

*Casinos

Do we have a Renamon pole dance and/or naughty repair scene? Y/N

What casino should we try next?

The Barn – 60% chance of trouble, 60% chance of parts

Fat Cat’s Casino – a new addition [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBtteeMJcAI], 50% chance of trouble, 40% chance of parts

Jabba’s Palace – 65% chance of trouble, 65% chance of parts

The Last Stop – 10% chance of trouble, 80% chance of parts…and a hefty price to pay

The Mouse Trap – 30% chance of trouble, 50% chance of parts

The Pyramid – 10% chance of trouble, 25% chance of parts, will meet Emerald Eyes

Treasure Island – 50% chance of trouble, 50% chance of parts

Feel free to suggest any characters mentioned as possible additions to our party.

*Rescue Party

First off, do we save Amelia? Y/N

If not, do we want her to be cooked? Y/N

For our attack, how do we approach our rescue effort?

-The direct method – 65% chance of success, five successes to win, three failures to lose; 20% chance of escape for each party member (rolled individually) if we fail.

-The stealthy method – 40% chance of success, four successes to win, four failures to lose; 65% chance of escape if we fail.

-The bluff – pretend to be badguys ourselves and fast-talk our way in – 50% chance of success, four successes to win, three failures to lose, 40% chance of escape if we fail.

Take prisoners? Y/N

Subtract 5% from all chances if we save Amelia. Subtract another 5% from all chances if we decide to take prisoners. If we do, mind-controlled named characters will be taken into our custody.