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Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Entry 13

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Kaa will be:

Villainous - 3

Heroic - 1

Complicated - 14

*Casinos

Accept Emerald Eyes' offer? Y/N - 15/1

-Jabba's Palace - 1

Immediate Party Addition Votes:

Foxy the Fox Pirate - 3

Gadget Hackwrench, Tammy Squirrel, Foxglove - 2

Sheema (http://questforglory.wikia.com/wiki/Shema) - 0

Hobbes (http://wingcommander.wikia.com/wiki/Ralgha_nar_Hhallas) - 0

*Rescue Party

Cleansing (Y/N): Asriel Dreemurr - 7/7 - flipped a coin - tails, he stays bound

Beast - 12/2

Link - 14/1

1) Investigate red-eyed watcher - 3

2) Scout flickering castle - 12

3) Charge front gate - 0

Additional Requests/Votes

Should characters become dynamic/level up? Y/N - 11/1 - decided

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

Captain Claw - 1

Articuno (mythic encounter) - 1

Elemental and Elder Dragons (Etrian Odyssey, mythic encounter) - 2

Fallen One (Etrian Odyssey) - 1

HK-47 (Star Wars KOTOR) - 3

Sam & Max (they fit better together) - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_%26_Max- 3

Goris the Deathclaw - 1

Naga the White Serpent - http://kanzaka.wikia.com/wiki/Naga_the_Serpent- 2

Ursula - http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Ursula - 1

Anna Puma and Uni Puma - http://www.absoluteanime.com/tank_police/sisters.htm- 1

Leomon - 7 - he will appear

Natsuki and Batanen (Hyper Police) - 2

Frisk (Undertale) - 3

Chara (Undertale) - 2

Sly Cooper - 5 - Will appear

Crita (http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Crita) - 2

Shego (Kim Possible) - 2

Fox McCloud - 3

Foxy Roxy (http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Brutal:_Paws_of_Fury)- 1

Black Wargreymon - 5 - he will be included

Beldo (Azure Dreams) - 1

Ryu (Breath of Fire 3) - 1

Rei (Breath of Fire 3) - 1

Teepo (Breath of Fire 3) - 1

Katt Monroe - 1

Fara Phoenix - 1

Miyu Lynx - 1

Fey Spaniel - 1

Kogenta (http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Kogenta) - 1

Po (Kung-Fu Panda) - 1

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

The Next Villain Scene (10 votes to take place) - 5

Mythological Encounter (requires 10 votes, please suggest entity) - 10 - this will take place

Master Tigress demands a rematch with Jon Talbain - 3

Master Tigress/Renamon interaction - 1

Master Tigress/Okami pairing - 2

Boss, the charr engineer, becomes a voyeur with Riva - 2

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

Rocket Raccoon goes Chippendale - 11 - this will happen

Kim Possible becomes blue fox anthro (orange hair retained) - 2

Bunnygirl'ed Raven - 1

Renamon rides Rocket - 3

Kim Possible/Kiara (Kovu watches) - 1

Author Notes

A hard entry to get out - various technical problems with my Internet just made it hard to get out on time. All the same, here it is, and I hope you have fun.

Character creep is happening, but I think can be kept manageable, by keeping a tight focus on each scene.

UFC Entry 13

"Yeah, I guess this makes sense," said Red Savarin as he looked over the datapad in his hands, thoughtfully chewing on the bone in his mouth. "We're gonna have to move really soon, and put the ship into low-power mode, or we're gonna freeze out here." He smirked wryly. "If the monsters don't get us first, that is."

While the ruddy-furred caninu talked, mostly to himself, Boss stood nearby, her expressive feline eyes fixed on the handsome young male's rump. As Red's tail swished idly from side to side as he spoke out his thoughts, the young charr engineer couldn't help but stare - Red's butt was hot!

Once he'd gotten back to the ship, Red had conferred with Krystal, and that, as the old saw went, had been that: nudity became the standard attire on the ship, since everyone seemed to be so much more comfortable that way. Elh, surprisingly to those who knew her, actually didn't raise a single objection, though she did smack Red over the head with a paper fan after he'd stripped down to his goggle-topped flight hat in front of the rest of the crew. Well, to be fair, she hadn't hit him until he struck a pose, and poor Boss had been forced to leave due to an unfortunate case of sudden, extreme nosebleed.

Right in the midst of idly tilting her head a little, to better catch glimpses of the plump white-furred sac dangling between her captain's legs, like a pair of plump furry eggs, Boss' eyes widened as she realized with a start that Red wasn't talking anymore. Swallowing nervously, the young charr dared to look up...and promptly met the caninu's eyes.

He'd seen her checking him out!

Before the shy engineer could make good her escape from the little room where she slept and did her personal figuring for the good of the ship, the strong young male's hand reached out, and caught her by the shoulder.

"Hey," he said, giving her a toothy grin. "It's okay."

Boss' eyes dared another look into Red's, and she blinked as she saw that he wasn't mad at her after all. His smile was genuine, certainly, and he seemed...oh my...he seemed very happy to see her.

Blushing furiously, poor Boss fidgeted, obviously not at all sure what to do. Instinctively, she curled her fluffy tail around her lower parts, while her large, strong hands moved to cover her four small breasts, really hardly more than nipples protruding through her fur. Comparing herself to other races, Boss had started to grow more than a little bit ashamed of how tiny her breasts were. Of course, as a charr, her mammaries weren't intended to be very big unless they were "in use," but that didn't do much to relieve her sense of inferiority. Especially when she compared herself, with her muscular, almost masculine body, to others.

Others like Samus Aran.

The perfectly-sculpted, blonde bounty hunter was the main reason Boss had insisted Red go into her quarters for her to deliver her report on ship power consumption and the need to shut down in order to properly finish what repairs they could. After all, it wasn't as though she could tell Samus to leave, since she needed to get her suit fixed, and the engineering bay was the best place on the ship for such repairs. Boss had seen the way everybody looked at the tall, gorgeous human, and, in all honesty, she couldn't help but look at the other woman the same way. Red still hadn't quite gotten used to the idea that Samus was a women under that suit of hers, and considering how he couldn't seem to stop staring at the human woman's perfect, gravity-defying breasts with their exquisite, upright pink nipples, Boss knew she'd have to isolate the young captain if she was going to get any work out of him.

Right now, with Red Savarin standing so very, very close to her, Boss wasn't sure that any work was going to happen. She couldn't stop herself from trembling when Red gently took her hands in his, and moved them out of the way of her tiny breast-nubs.

"You don't have to hide yourself from me, Boss," said Red kindly, one hand tenderly cupping her chin. "You don't have anything to be ashamed of."

Emotion welled up in Boss' breast, and before she really knew what she was doing, she was kissing her captain, full on the lips! But her breach of military conduct was quickly swept away from Boss' mind as Red started to kiss her back. Mmm...for someone so henpecked by the women in his life, this male was an _awesome_kisser.

Mewing loudly as Red started to run that long, smooth caninu tongue of her down her body, lashing its broad length across her rigid-perked nipples, Boss arched her back, her tail lashing behind her in aroused agitation as the male's mouth closed and then suckled, nice and slow and wet, on each of her nipples, until each felt as though they were about to burst with aroused tension. Soon, it was simply too much for Boss to bear, and before she knew it, she was sitting, gasping for breath, on the edge of her charr-sized cot, her eyes only partially in focus as she looked up at Red. Red, in his turn, grinned down at her smugly.

"Elh cums like that, too," he confided in the charr-girl. "Her breasts are cute like yours, and they're just as sensitive. One of my favorite things is to hold her down, and suck on her nipples until she can't even move anymore." He shifted his bone to the other side of his mouth as he regarded Boss thoughtfully. "But that's not what you want me to do, is it?"

Shaking her head, Boss let her eyes drift down to Red's thick, proud organ, red and erect and dripping with his arousal. Her mouth wasn't really made for giving a blowjob; unlike most of the other races on the ship, her lips weren't terribly flexible. Not only did this make oral sex more difficult, it also meant that she had trouble forming the words of Universal Standard, which was the reason she didn't talk much. Another problem she - like all charr - had with oral sex was their barbed tongues; some felines, like the felineko, had tiny rubbery barbs, but charr tongues were as rough as sandpaper, and while a charr female like Boss could appreciate such roughness, other races weren't nearly as appreciative. All the same, she reached out, wrapping one strong hand around that bar of hard male flesh, and began to stroke him, up and down, taking her time to feel every part of his length, from pointed tip all the way down to its plumply-swollen knot at the base.

Squeezing Red's knot, allowing herself a light smile as she watched his face while she did so, Boss watched, fascinated, as so much precum leaked down onto her hand. She'd heard from "sources" that caninu cum was thin and watery, but Red's didn't look that way at all. Hmm, did it...it did. A quick flick of her tongue, and Boss blinked, surprised at how _tasty_Red's precum was. It was...sort of meaty, with a little hint of fruitiness beneath. Must be from all the marrow in the bones he was constantly gnawing. That, and healthy living; Boss knew that Elh and Chocolat made sure Red got plenty of good food to eat.

Struck with a sudden inspiration, Boss swirled her tongue around the pointed tip of Red's penis, getting a better taste of his copious fluids. As she did so, however, she made sure only to use the smooth underside, rather than the barbed top. The effect was immediate, as Red's tummy grew taut, the trim muscles visible through his lighter underbelly fur. Looking up to watch his face, Boss, saw Red's bone start to form cracks where his strong white teeth were biting in, his face tense with pleasure.

This wasn't how Boss wanted their encounter to end, though. Pulling her mouth back, she kissed Red's stomach, right below his navel, keeping her gaze locked with his the whole time, and then turned, getting onto all-fours on the bed. Right now, she was soaked and wet and ready for her captain's pleasures. And her own.

Not needing any further invitation, the bed creaked as Red stepped up onto it, and suddenly Boss shivered all over as he seized her presented rump firmly with his strong hands. She didn't arch her tail out of the way fast enough, and so he gripped the base of her tail with one fist, tugging it upward, making her arch her back and lift her rump a little more in the process. Breathing fast now, feeling her heart race, Boss risked a look back at Red, her expression almost kittenish as her nervousness and arousal mixed together, along with her trust of the strong young male behind her. Big as she was, and strong as she was, Boss was still very vulnerable and even delicate in sexual matters, and to offer herself up like this was, for her, an act of ultimate trust.

Red didn't betray that trust. Bending to kiss one firm, taut cheek of Boss' rump, Red caressed the other cheek with his free hand, then used it to grip his rigid shaft, guiding himself into place. Letting Boss feel the tip of his prick against her tense quim, working his way a little past her sopping outer lips, giving her time to realize fully what was about to happen, and brace herself accordingly, Red started to, nice and slow, ease himself into his chief engineer.

With a gasp, Boss' jaw dropped, her eyes going glassy. A charr female's insides are almost as sensitive as her clitoris, a main reason why vaginal sex was such an act of trust on her part. While certain stimulations, like the sandpaper-rough tongue of another charr, are quite pleasurable, blunt force could be agonizing to those tender depths if delivered too hard or too fast, at least until a charr female was properly prepared with some warming up. Quite unlike their primitive felinoid ancestors, civilized charr took their lovemaking slow and sweet. Red, however, didn't need to be told how to handle Boss: he was a gentle soul by nature, heroic in bed as much as aboard his Dahak, and he'd been shown many times by both Chocolat and Elh just how to handle the delicate flower of a girl's most treasured spots.

Gyrating his hips as he thrust, nice and slow, Red's breathing came raggedly around the bone in his mouth. After the foreplay with Boss, there was no way he'd last long, not even at this slow pace. But then, she was hot and eager herself, and before long, she was starting to thrust herself back into Red's own thrusts. Looking down, watching Boss' tense pink tailhole flex and clench along with her desperately-tight cunny as she worked herself back into each of his thrusts, hers straight and with less experience than enthusiasm, his with gyration and the start of skill, which future years would see turn into mastery, Red suddenly got a very dirty idea, one of which he knew neither Elh nor Chocolat would approve in the least.

Naturally, he immediately set about putting the idea into action.

Releasing his grip on Boss' bottom, though still keeping his other hand on her tail, Red gripped the length of the smooth-polished bone in his mouth. Pulling it free with a pop, he admired the spit-slick length. Then, grinning wickedly, he tilted the blunt head downward, and began to work it against Boss' tense tailhole.

"Mrh?" Boss vocalized, slightly confused as Red carefully slicked up her tailhole, stretching it at the same time, before, with a sudden give of her anal muscles, the slim tip of the bone popped past her sphincter, and into her bum. "MRR!"

Endorphins suddenly rushing into her body, Boss lost all fear of injuring her delicate inner spaces: she was a cat in heat right then, and she wanted satisfaction! Red gave a startled yelp as Boss shoved him back against the headboard, and started slamming him against the wall with all the force of her body, yowling and snarling in savage passion as she did all the work. All Red could do was hold on for the ride! That, of course, was just what he did, with both hands tightly gripping Boss' buns as she bent her head almost to the sheets, then bit into them to stifle the jungle-wild sounds she was making as she rutted Red like a wild animal, the room filling with the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other in hot, sweaty passion.

Red's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt his balls bubbling over for the first time, his butt tensing, tail hiking upward as Boss greedily milked him of every drop. That first orgasm, however, was almost a footnote against the backdrop of desperate need Boss now showed. With her inner walls clenching down on him, milking the healthy young caninu back to full erection, Red realized he'd just awakened a sleeping beast. The only thing to do now, was to hang on and hope for the best.

He was going to be _very_sore in the morning.

[10% chance of pregnancy - rolled 94 - no kittens on the way]

*

"Whaddya mean we're not allowed in?" demanded Rocket to the towering black-furred anubian looking down at him. "We've got every right to head on into a casino! 'sides, we've got friends in there."

"We are closing early tonight," answered the towering male. "Our mistress has guests, and she does not wish to be disturbed."

"But I see all sorts of people still packed in there," Chocolat protested, pointing beyond the anubian. "Why aren't they being told to leave?"

"They will leave eventually," answered the bouncer at the door. "We are simply not allowing new customers to enter."

"Well...we're not customers," Rocket suddenly said, a flash of inspiration obvious on his face. "Look, even getting this close to closing, you need entertainment for the customers, don'tcha? Well, we've got some fine dancing ability right here, ready to go."

Renamon couldn't quite hold back the flush that came to her cheeks as the anubian turned his attention onto her. After her prior strip-tease, she was still feeling more than a little turned-on, and since she wasn't going to be able to deactivate her female form for some hours to come, this left her naked and horny almost in full view of the public.

"Your dancer is a fine beauty," the anubian admitted with a shrug, "but we already have enough she-dancers. More than enough, actually: the mistress hired on an offworlder for temporary service. Probably for her own amusement after hours," the anubian added in a lower tone as he expressed his opinion.

"I didn't say anything about dancing girls," Rocket confidently asserted. "I'm the entertainment here: me."

The anubian blinked, looking down at the orange jumpsuited raccoon in surprise. Then the surprise turned thoughtful. Then it ended with a nod.

"Go inside," he said, moving aside to let them pass.

"Easy as fusion power," chuckled Rocket as the three companions made their way inside, once he was out of hearing range of the door bouncer. "See, nothin' to...erk!"

A large, powerful hand came down on Rocket's shoulder, and he looked up to see another of the hulking anubians standing there, two more flanking him.

"Our mistress informs us that you are here to dance," said the anubian in the lead. "Come with us: you are going to dance."

"Oh balls," growled Rocket under his breath with a wince as he was dragged off by the scruff of his shirt. "Uh, see ya, girls," he added, giving Renamon and Chocolat a quick wave. "Good luck finding the others, huh?"

"Maybe I can help," said a voice from the side as Pomeranian and Digimon stood there, bewildered and obviously lost-looking. They both turned to look at the speaker, a slender, tawny-furred feline with fairly long hair of a shade slightly darker than her brown-gold fur. Her eyes glittered gold.

"Who are you?" asked Chocolat, her tone as friendly as always, though laced slightly with her concern for her friends, now gone from her sight.

"You can call me M'Ress," answered the feline immediately.

"Caitian," said Renamon, her digital database kicking in through the light mist of lust clouding her mind. "Strong ties to both S.P.A.C.E. and the Imperium. Highly regarded." Then her eyes narrowed as she concentrated on the one who'd introduced herself as M'Ress. "Lieutenant Shiboline M'Ress, of the Sol Imperium," she said after a few moments of searching. "Top-ranked linguist and communications officer. Multiply decorated for commendable service. Twice cited for overly flirtatious behavior on the bridge; no other known censures. Known liaison between Aniverse and Imperium forces. Current assignment classified."

"Current assignment: here," sighed the caitian, beckoning with one hand for the other two females to follow her. Sharing a quick glance between them, Chocolat and Renamon did. "I was supposed to be part of an escort team, but things went poorly after we encountered pirates, and had to find a new course. I'm not sure of all the details, but our ship went down here, and I had to use one of our escape pods. I needed money, and didn't want to do...other things, so I got a job here as a waitress; the owner loves to hire felines. I haven't found anyone else from my crew yet, but..."

"Do you know someone by the name of Rocket?" asked Chocolat in a moment of inspiration.

"Yes!" exclaimed the slim feline. "Have you seen him?"

"I think," said Renamon, motioning toward a stage partially obscured by veils and pillars, situated at the far end of the Turkish-style interior of the casino, "that we will be seeing quite a lot of Rocket in the very near future."

"Oh," M'Ress gulped, her cheeks flushing deeply. "Oh my."

"Um, maybe we'd better find our friends," said Chocolat, her face almost beet red beneath her pink fur.

"Yes," agreed M'Ress. "Follow me, and I'll do what I can to take you to them."

"You two go on ahead," said Renamon, leaning casually against a pillar, her dark eyes fixed on the stage. "I think I'll stay here and stand guard."

-

Carmelita was completely out of her element. Looking around her, she wished she could pull her shock pistol, just to keep it ready for use, but didn't dare: she knew that offending her hostess right then could be fatal. Or worse.

On the other hand, Raven seemed as calm as midnight as she followed behind Omar, the rat leading them out of the elevator into which he'd first led them, and then out into a vast room that seemed to be made entirely of stars. They were walking on an endless starfield, while stars twinkled and glittered on all sides. For Carmelita, the effect caused her more than a little bit of vertigo. Vertigo, and more, for out there, amidst the stars, _things_could sometimes be glimpsed, flapping in the endless night of space. Things that simply Should Not Be.

Before Carmelita even realized what was happening, suddenly they were at the place Omar meant to lead them: before a great throne of polished jet, towering above them. On that throne was seated a tall, majestic feline woman with dark charcoal fur, and the most searing green eyes Carmelita had ever seen. Those eyes seemed to bore into the vixen's soul, peeling her open, layer by layer, leaving none of her secrets unknown.

"Mirage, I presume," said Raven, her tone grim.

"One of my names," agreed the figure on the throne. "One of so many. But the one that will do for now."

Mirage rose to her feet, and began walking down the stairs leading up to her throne. Blinking, Carmelita's face showed her astonishment as the dark-furred woman was suddenly just...there. Standing there, right before her, even though she couldn't have moved that fast. Nobody could have.

"But I can," whispered Mirage, one hand brushing Carmelita's cheek, that lightest touch full of carnal promises. "I can do almost anything. But never without a price to be paid."

"Why are we here?" asked Raven, her voice cold and emotionless.

"Why indeed," Mirage answered, not bothering to turn and look at the mystic teen, her hand still on Carmelita's cheek, holding the vixen spellbound with those beautiful green eyes. "Because you're useful, of course," she continued. "There's a great game playing out, and I need all the pieces I can get, if I don't want to become some...lackey!" She spit out the word, her sudden fury enough to break Carmelita out of the daze into which she'd fallen.

Turning, walking into the starfield, Mirage looked out into its expanse.

"I want you to cause trouble," said the dark woman after a short while. "As much as you can. Sabotage, brawling, assassination if you can stomach it. Take that ungrateful wretch, Felicia away from the hogs that have her blackmailed into working for her. Free the many slaves ready to go on the auction block as we speak. Go into the sewers, and destroy the horror that lurks there, waiting." She turned, her green eyes flashing. "Ruin my competition for me. Do this, and I promise you, by all that is unholy," and as she said this, she spread her arms wide, things out in the dark expanse moving in answer to her own movement, as though listening, "I will _owe_you. Greatly."

"We need to take counsel before we answer," said Raven after a moment's pause. "We lost track of our team leader..."

"She's below," snapped Mirage with an impatient gesture of one perfectly-manicured hand. "Looking for you, actually, in the company of a comely caitian wench. Go, find her, explain my offer, and return. Or don't, it doesn't matter to me. After all," she sneered, "I can always find more game pieces."

*

"Bah," growled Demitri Maximoff as he stalked impatiently past cell after cell. "Filthy inhumans. Hardly better than the animals they most resemble." His lip curled into a sneer, revealing his razored fangs. "Certainly nothing fit for a palate as refined as my own. Not even the virgins of their number are worth a taste," and as he said this, he paused before a cell in which cowered four young ponies, watching him with wide, frightened eyes. "Take these filth to the torture chambers," he snarled at a nearby monstrous lackey. "Strip them, brand them, then put them to work like the beasts of burden they are!"

Ignoring the desperate pleas for mercy from the teenage fillies who called themselves the Cutie Mark Crusaders, knowing but not caring that they would almost certainly be abused for hours before their eventual branding and enslavement, the ambitious vampire ascended the stairs leading from the dungeons to chambers of a far more pleasant appearance. These chambers, of course, were prisons in their own right, but for a far higher class of prisoner.

Right now, he hungered.

"So many choices," mused Demitri as he traveled like a shadow between the walls of each room, in each of which was a nubile beauty. Despite the introduction of several new selections in recent times, including four fresh additions brought by the recruit the Countess had brought around, Demitri had always had a powerful weakness for blondes, which were the majority of the prisoners at his disposal. All the same, Demitri did admit a liking for trying out...new blood.

[1 - Ariel; 2 - Belle; 3 - Tiger Lily; 4 - Tianna; 5 - Rapunzel; 6 - Sophitia; 7 - Cassandra; 8 - Taki; 9 - Natsu; 10 - Kasumi

http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Sophitia

http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Cassandra

http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Taki

http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Natsu

http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Kasumi

Rolled: 1]

Slipping smoothly into the room where the dusky-skinned princess was standing, looking out the window, Demitri approached her from the rear. Hmm, and a rather shapely rear, at that, clearly-framed by her skintight blue singlet. If the vampire were still interested in such pleasures of mortal flesh, and could afford to make use of a virgin in the way nature intended, he would certainly have dallied. Ah, but no, there was far too little time, and far too much importance placed upon the prisoners to be sacrificed being as unspoiled as possible. As Demitri understood it, virginity wasn't actually the determiner, as much as ownership of one's destiny. A non-virgin typically had her (or, Demitri couldn't suppress a homophobic shudder of recollection at an earlier mistake, his) destiny tied up with those of others, either willingly or unwillingly. A powerful potential destiny, however, was essential, or else the sacrifice simply wouldn't be useful. Those of royal blood fit the needs of the sacrificial requirements nicely, and consistently, and so it was typically best to make use of young nobility. As for the need for females, well, it was simply easier to tell if a girl was a virgin than a boy.

These matters, Demitri had heard from his present patron, the one who lived in Demitri's castle, and made use of his hospitality. Truthfully, Demitri couldn't stand the old man, but at the same time, his knowledge was vast beyond measure, and his power was indeed still very potent despite his aging nature.

Setting aside all such thoughts for the nonce, Demitri loomed behind the princess Ariel, letting her slowly realize that she wasn't alone. Just as the raven-haired beauty started to turn, however, she found herself in the powerful grip of a force far beyond her own meager physical abilities. Fangs touched delicate flesh, and Demitri drank deep...but not too deep. As his now-unresisting victim went slack in his arms, he pulled out, a lick to the wounds enough to seal them shut. No, while he would love nothing more than to drain this exotic virgin dry, he had _obligations_to fulfill.

Carrying the girl limp in his arms, Demitri descended the stairs to the dungeon, where the portal of sacrifice was found. There, he would send the unconscious Ariel to the mastermind of the plans of evil about to be enacted. With that passing, their ultimate plan to awaken the Power Chernobog would be that much closer to fulfillment. And when Chernobog came, they would all get their wildest desires granted.

-

"Wh-what?" gasped Beast in his deep, gruff voice as he blinked many times, then shook his head. "Where am I? What happened to...wait! Belle!"

The massive, shaggy creature started up, only to be stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder. It was Okami, the one who'd freed the muscular (and quite naked) Beast from his state of mindless slavery.

"She was taken," said Jon Talbain from nearby, his lip curling a little in distaste for the words. "Taken off to that castle in the distance. We're going to go save her. Okami there," he nodded to the white she-wolf, who smiled in return, "got you out of that trance you were in so that you could help us do it."

"Anything," said Beast with conviction. "Anything for Belle."

As Beast followed Talbain out of the dungeon to join the others (and the still-bound and gagged Asriel Dreemurr, who it had been decided was too dangerous to be allowed free, but potentially too valuable to be killed out of hand), Okami turned to the last two occupants of the dungeon, besides herself. The little grey-toned imp, Midna, was crouched over the wolf, Link, softly chanting words of powerful magic. As she chanted, her bright flame-colored hair formed a hand, which stroked through Link's thick, soft fur with surprising tenderness, considering the mischievous nature of the girl. But no matter how much she chanted, or worked her magic, nothing seemed to be working, as Link's eyes, when they opened, continued to shift between the red of the darkness within, and the blue of his true self.

"Go away," Midna demanded as Okami approached. "Go away! I can do this, and Link will help me. We...we don't need help! Neither of us do, right Link?"

Link, however, fixed Midna with a penetrating look of his own, before he turned his eyes onto the beautiful goddess. In Lin's eyes, he saw something more than most of Okami's companions, the inner luminous nature of the goddess. The glowing divine instruments were there before his eyes, and he knew who it was that bore them.

"So she's got some fancy stuff," protested Midna. "That's no reason you have to go head-over-heels for some red-painted husky hussy." She turned fully toward Okami, her teeth grit as she took a defiant stance. "No! He's mine! Get away!"

Standing before Midna, over twice the little imp's height, Okami regarded her adversary. Some would probably have looked at Midna with amusement, especially considering the disparity between the two individuals. Okami, however, had dark eyes filled with wisdom. Wisdom, and understanding, and acceptance.

"Wait," Midna's voice wavered as Okami started to kneel before her. "Hang on, what are you...mmph!"

Before Midna could wriggle away, Okami's strong, gentle arms encircled her, drawing her into a tender embrace. The grey-scaled imp's mouth opened to protest, but Okami's muzzle met her lips, kissing her softly, sweetly, the action an invitation rather than an assault. At first, Midna continued to struggle and squirm. Then, slowly, her fighting slowed, then ceased entirely, and the tears started to flow down her cheeks.

"He's the only one who's always been there for me," sobbed the imp princess. "I just...I don't want to lose him."

Okami kissed Midna's forehead with the same tenderness, letting the sobbing little one press her face into the she-wolf's soft breasts, while stroking Midna's smooth back.

When Midna seemed to be more in control of herself, Okami gently turned her toward Link, who lay on his side, heavy chains still wrapped around his legs to keep him from attacking his friends in his uncertain mental state. The goddess rested one hand on Midna's shoulder, and Midna gasped at the contact, feeling divine energy flowing through her from the she-wolf.

"What are you...oh," she began, then trailed off, words superfluous in the face of pure communication. "Yes. For Link, I'll do anything. Anything to save him. Even that."

Nodding, her face solemn, Okami reached out, and rested her hand on Link's side. The grey-green wolf with the strange markings on his forehead shuddered, then started, his blue eyes wide as he looked desperately at Midna, shaking his head urgently. But before he could do anything else, the transfer was complete: Okami had pulled the corruption from his body, and pushed it into Midna's instead. Unlike Link, Midna was a crepuscular creature, a being of twilight rather than light or darkness. Where Link was torn by the pull of evil, forced to fight to stay on one side or the other, Midna was used to living in the space in between. Eventually, even she would be pulled over into the darkness. But for now, when they had so little time for a proper cleansing ritual, it would suffice.

"C'mon," said Midna as Okami easily snapped Link's bonds with a flick of her tail. "We've gotta get going." So saying, she leapt lightly onto Link's back the moment the wolf rose to his paws. "Onward!"

And so the assault on the castle of Demitri Maximoff began. Slowly, subtly, but begun all the same.

Choices

*Ship

Still playing out scenes:

Samus Aran/Tails suit repairs

Master Tigress/Krystal/Princess Luna (Red Savarin)

Gilda gangbang

Elh/Zeke (punishment)

Big Macintosh/Stallion

Rainbow Dash/Samus Aran

Krystal/Red/Elh

Big Macintosh/Applejack/Samus Aran

Gilda/Rainbow Dash (Bambi possible addition)

Nightmare Moon appearance

Gilda/Zeke/Stallion

Spitfire/Applejack/Big Macintosh/Rainbow Dash (nice, not naughty)

Zeke/Jon Talbain/Amaterasu wolfsome

Zeke/Bambi (pouncing)

Spitfire/Red Savarin

Stallion/Elh (temptation)

Krystal/Zeke/Stallion

Jon Talbain/Bambi (on return)

*Casinos

Do we try to get information about the present situation while at the Pyramid (45% chance of success)? Y/N

Do we tell Mirage we're taking her offer? Y/N

Do we actually intend to do as we say? Y/N

Whether we take Mirage's offer or not, where do we go next?

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

Fat Cat's Casino - 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

Sewers

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

Our first entry into a new location will be to get the lay of the land. Afterward, we will have options for sabotage, if we want to take them.

Do we look for parts at our new destination (in case we get a better offer than Mirage's)? Y/N

*Rescue Party

New options await!

As usual, the option to take prisoners is present, at a -5% chance of success if taken.

1) Full frontal assault (45% chance of success, must roll four successes, or three failures, to determine outcome; 40% chance for each character to escape on a loss).

2) We see a familiar green-haired figure in the darkness around the castle, beckoning to us, which gives us the option to: Follow Morrigan (50% chance of success, three successes to win, three failures to lose; unknown chance of escape on loss).

3) Scale the walls (55% chance of success, five successes to win, three failures to lose; 30% chance of escape for each character on a loss). If you choose scaling the walls, do we use Rapunzel's hair to do it? (effect remains unrevealed for now.)

4) Make your own suggestions for the assault (base 40% chance of success, modified by writer caveat based on the suggestion).