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Entry 14

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Casinos

Information gathering Y/N - 15/1 (rolled 94 against 45% chance - fail with consequences)

Tell Mirage we accept Y/N - 13/7

Plan on keeping our word Y/N - 13/7

Next Destination:

The Barn - 11 - 60% chance of trouble, 60% chance of parts

Fat Cat's Casino - 0

Jabba's Palace - 9

The Last Stop - 1

The Mouse Trap - 0

Sewers (not a casino) - 0

Treasure Island - 1

Parts search will be assumed (sheesh, why'd I ask?)

Immediate Party Addition Votes:

Felicia (http://darkstalkers.wikia.com/wiki/Felicia) - 3

Foxy the Fox Pirate - 4

Gadget Hackwrench, Tammy Squirrel, Foxglove - 3

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

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

Anubian (http://monsterarchives.proboards.com/thread/2651/anubis-warriors) - 7 - will join

*Rescue Party

1) Full-frontal assault - 4

2) Follow Morrigan's lead - 7

3) Scale the walls - 11 (55% chance of success, five successes to win, three failures to lose; 30% chance of escape for each character on a loss)

-Use Rapunzel's hair - 2

4) The Third Option - 5

-Midna and Link stealth

Prisoners? Y/N - 2/1

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

Alphys (http://undertale.wikia.com/wiki/Alphys) - 1

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

Articuno (mythic encounter) - 1

Beldo (Azure Dreams) - 2

Captain Claw - 1

Chara (Undertale) - 5 - will appear

Crita (http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Crita) - 3

Elduin (http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Alduin)- 1

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

Fallen One (Etrian Odyssey) - 1

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

Frisk (Undertale) - 6 - Will appear

Goris the Deathclaw - 1

HK-47 (Star Wars KOTOR) - 3

Isabelle (animalcrossing.wikia.com/wiki/Isabelle) - 1

Katt (Breath of Fire 2) - 1

Leatherhead (TMNT) - 1

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

Natsuki and Batanen (Hyper Police) - 3

Kogenta (http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Kogenta) - 2

Po (Kung-Fu Panda) - 3

Rei (Breath of Fire 3) - 2

Road Rovers Team, Partial (List characters you want to see when you vote) - 1

-Blitz

-Colleen

-Hunter

Ryu (Breath of Fire 3) - 2

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

Shego (Kim Possible) - 3

StarFox Team, Partial (list characters you want to see when you vote): - 8 - Will appear

• Fox McCloud

-Falco Lombardi

-Katt Monroe

-Fara Phoenix

-Miyu Lynx

-Fey Spaniel

Tail Concerto Characters - 1

-Waffle

-Alicia

-Flare

-Stair

-Cyan

-Princess Theria

Teepo (Breath of Fire 3) - 2

Tigerishka (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wanderer_%28Leiber_novel%29)- 1

Toriel (http://undertale.wikia.com/wiki/Toriel) - 1

Undyne (http://undertale.wikia.com/wiki/Undyne) - 1

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

Characters Pending Appearance

Black Wargreymon

Flamedramon - http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Flamedramon

Kaa - http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Kaa

Leomon

Sly Cooper

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

The Next Villain Scene (10 votes to take place) - 7

Master Tigress demands a rematch with Jon Talbain - 10 - this will happen

Master Tigress/Renamon interaction (futanari Renamon suggested) - 2

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

Kim Possible becomes blue fox anthro (orange hair retained) - 5

Bunnygirl'ed Raven - 6

Renamon rides Rocket - 12 - this will happen

Kim Possible/Kiara (Kovu voyeurs) - 8 - this will happen

Cheshirespace and Coyote (Mythic encounter) - 6

Wolf Linkle (Rule 63 Link) - 2

C-3PO vs. Mettaton deathmatch - 1

Tails/Krystal - 1

Carmelita/Rocket - 1

Pending Scenes

Mythological Encounter

Mirage/Carmelita - ongoing

Author Notes

Finally alphabetized that darn character list - about time, too! I think I'll leave the scene list as-is, though, unless it gets too long.

Do bear in mind that, while the scenes voted upon will happen, I make no guarantees that they will happen immediately, nor that the characters voted in will suddenly appear. Stories take time to develop, and introducing new scenes and characters are a part of that progression. Hence the two "pending" lists, so readers know that what they want will happen, that I am working on making it happen, and no further votes are needed.

Finally, I'm very sorry for the lateness of this post; I got pretty bad sick, but I'm mostly better now, and back into writing again. I'd rather not go into details, because they aren't sexy. At all. And I don't want to spoil your enjoyment of my fun below.

UFC Entry 14

'Omigosh omigosh omigosh!' Rainbow Dash thought to herself, her heart pounding in her chest as she walked just behind Samus Aran, holding the ankles of the other woman's power armor, while Samus toted the shoulders, her eyes wide as she took in the blonde bounty hunter's flawless, stunningly perfect figure, laid completely bare before her. 'Don't screw this up, Rainbow; this is the only hero you've got that's as cool as Daring Do! You've gotta impress her. Show her you're totally cool, able to take whatever comes. Yeah, that's the ticket."

While the blue-furred pegasus waged her inner battles, trying desperately not to lose her cool as memories of an especially long and exciting "adventure" with Daring Do replayed in her mind, Samus walked with all the confidence of a trained warrior, someone who has learned to rely on her body over the years, and knows it won't fail her, no matter what the situation that might arise. She'd taken to going without clothes almost immediately, trusting in her chozo-enhanced flesh to handle any troubles that might arise, as well as her years of experience in a great many fields.

One of Samus' fields of expertise, though a much less-known one, was the erotic arts. While Old Bird had been her chief mentor among the chozo bird people, he'd hardly been the only one: there had been several strong, powerful warriors who'd also helped train Samus in the arts of combat. For the chozo, learning to control one's body was vitally important, and some of their most intensive meditative techniques involved sexual pleasure, both alone and with others. Besides helping her gain the control of body and mind and spirit the chozo promised their meditative techniques would bring, Samus had also learned first to cope, then to overcome the trauma she'd undergone at various times, being defeated, then raped by the scum of the galaxy. Actually, she'd learned to accept sexual violation as par for the course if you lost to the criminal scum she regularly battled, and considered it a lot better option than being killed, as it gave her time to recover and face her foes again, this time successfully.

These days, she didn't lose often.

The only person Samus Aran never wanted to lose to again was Ridley. Shuddering lightly, her inner thighs quivering just a little, Samus did her best not to think too hard about that powerful, dominant space dragon and his ridged purple penis, or his long, prehensile tongue. Even as many times as she'd blasted Ridley into space dust, it never seemed to be enough, not after the ordeals he'd put her through, pushing her to the very limits of her training, as well as her mental and physical resolve, using pleasure as a weapon as deadly as his lashing tail or plasma breath.

Both young women caught up in their own erotic memories of times past, they only barely noticed as they stepped into the engineering bay. At least, their attention was divided right up until they noticed an adorable, twin-tailed, yellow-orange-furred bottom thrust out from beneath a heavy wedge of ship's engine. Pausing for a long moment to admire the view, Samus then glanced back at Rainbow Dash. The blue-furred pony blushed furiously as she was caught openly ogling the hot teenage fox's plump white sac, and started to turn away, until Samus arched an eyebrow, then shrugged, grinning: after all, she'd been looking too.

An answering smile, though still somewhat embarrassed, from Rainbow Dash suddenly relieved the tension between the two women in a way no amount of talking could have. Just like that, where they'd simply been two relative strangers, known to each other only by reputation, now they were healthy, active young women who happened to think handsome young foxboys were hot.

Another motion of Samus' head, and the two women moved over to a power bay, normally used for recharging such portable devices as jetpacks, rovers, speeders, and similar light vehicles. Back on her ship, all Samus would have to have done was plug her suit, however badly damaged, into the ship's charger station, and it would repair itself; the chozo built things to last for a very long time with minimal maintenance. Unfortunately, Samus was a long way from her ship right then, and after so long without a proper recharge, her suit needed a more traditional sort of overhaul to get it working again. Once the suit was fixed to a minimal level, it would do the rest of the work on its own, but the initial fixing took some real skill.

That was where Tails came in.

"Thanks for helping me out, Rainbow Dash," Samus said casually, leaning against a nearby panel, not seeming to care how this made her gravity-defying breasts thrust out. "I know you wanted to keep tabs on your friend."

"Gilda," the pegasus started, then cleared her throat after her voice initially cracked to begin again, "Gilda'll be all right. She's secured in my room. Krystal was saying something about, uh," her blue cheeks turned a nice purple shade from her deepening blush, "sexual corruption magic, and then some stuff like what my friend Twilight always goes on about. Not like any of that really matters to me: she's my friend, and I'll do whatever it takes to help her come back to being herself again."

Unable to repress a light smile at Rainbow's words, Samus decided not to say anything else on _that_subject. Obviously the sporty little pony was the naïve sort by nature, and the blonde human felt it would be a lot better to let her figure this one out on her own. Her blue eyes turned as Tails, hearing their voices, started to back his way out from under the engine block. Quite a sight, actually, watching those trim teenaged buns of his move and flex, but then, that had been Samus' intent when she'd started speaking: letting the kid know she and Rainbow were there, without startling him, and maybe making him bump his head.

"Oh, Miss Aran, Miss Dash!" exclaimed the foxboy as he got to his feet, then brushed himself off ineffectually, little smudges sticking to his snowy white underbelly and face. "It's good to see you both. Especially you, Miss Aran; I'd been hoping to have a chance to work on your suit." His face was bright as he walked over to the power armor and ran an appreciative hand over the orange metal. "It's a magnificent piece of work."

"Thanks," said Samus. "You can call me Samus, though. After all, we're probably going to be stuck in close quarters for a long time on this planet. We might as well be friendly."

"She's right there," agreed Rainbow. "Besides, calling me 'miss' makes me feel old. You can call me just about anything else, though - Rainbow Dash, Rainbow, Dashie, whatever makes you happy, kid."

"Sure," answered Tails with a glance over his shoulder, before he started pulling tools off the heavy leather belt around his slim waist. "Wow, this suit...it's been through so much. I'll bet it's at least as experienced as its wearer."

"A little more, actually," Samus answered, casually walking up behind Tails, ostensibly to better watch him work. "Before I got it, the chozo had to make sure it worked right, after all. I was the first human they'd ever made one of their power armor suits for. So far, I'm the only one. But don't worry: I know you can handle the challenge."

So saying, Samus let her hand rest just below Tails' trapezius. At the same time, she stepped forward just a little bit more, finally getting Tails' attention when he caught sight of the human woman's magnificent breasts bobbing almost immediately next to his head. Despite the boy's best efforts to keep his mind focused on his work, it was a losing battle, to say the least, most of his face turning a bright red that shone through his fur quite clearly. All the same, even with his white-furred sheath starting to strain to its limits, Tails continued to run the initial diagnostics on the Varia suit. Gritting his teeth, his brow furrowing, the pubescent foxboy honed his will to a laser-sharp point, and went to work, not on the Varia suit, but on the power bay. A few adjustments, and soon several wires ran from the bay to the suit, setting up a steady feed of power, on which the suit's own self-repair systems could feed.

"There," said Tails with a long sigh of relief, thinking his ordeal was over. "That should do it. Now it's just a matter of waiting..."

Of course, the moment Tails turned to face Samus, he discovered that his ordeal was just beginning, since he found his muzzle suddenly squeezed right between those perfect, smooth mammaries. All the poor boy could do was look up at Samus with wide, half-panicked eyes (almost the only part of his visible right then) as she hugged him, lifting him off the ground as she did so; she was, after all, very strong.

"Thanks so much, Tails," said Samus, lowering the now very erect teenager to the ground once more, taking the opportunity to give his adorable buns a quick squeeze. "Now, there's one more thing I need your help fixing. I think it's going to be a bit harder than the suit, though." She waited for Tails to ask her what it was she wanted fixed, then arched an eyebrow as she saw the poor boy's state of 'distress': his long, relatively slender, and very attractive pink penis was straining at full mast, and it was quite obvious Tails was having a very hard time focusing on technical matters right then. "It's my zero suit," she continued, finally. "I need it to properly interface with my armor. Naturally, since the suit's skintight, it has to be perfectly fit to my body."

"Don't you have some sort of body scanner around here?" asked Rainbow Dash, chiming in suddenly, and helping Tails to at least partially break out of his hormone-induced trance. "I know most of the official ships have 'em, to get measurements for uniforms and that sort of thing."

"Y-yes," stammered Tails, breaking away from his gaping at Samus long enough to rummage around in a nearby drawer, finally pulling out three smallish devices. "But only the hand variety. Our ship wasn't big enough to rate a full-sized body scanner."

"I don't mind," said Samus, stepping to the side of the counter where Tails had gone, her foot hooking into the leg of a nearby stool and tugging it over. "C'mon, you and Rainbow can get to work on me together."

At those words, at almost exactly the same time, Tails' tails and Rainbow Dash's wings stuck out almost straight, both of them with eyes the size of saucers as the full implications of what Samus had suggested came home to them. They shared an open-mouthed look, then both went back to staring at Samus' perfectly-sculpted, muscular body, the envy of any bikini babe on any world.

Looking between the two, Samus rolled her eyes.

"Look, it's not a big deal, all right?" she said finally, before stepping forward, and easily encircling Tails' penis with one hand, the other slipping between Rainbow Dash's thighs. Both of them gasped at the contact, then soon began to tremble as Samus stroked the hard penis in one hand, the juicy blue cunny in the other, until both fox and pegasus were moaning together, their juices flowing copiously. Before they got too much more aroused, however, Samus broke contact, then stood back, her arms at her sides in a relaxed posture. "See? We're all friends here, and I'm as fine with you touching me as I am with touching you."

Once again, Tails and Rainbow traded looks. This time, however, Tails gave Rainbow a shrug, a silly grin on his face. Rainbow returned the gesture as well as the expression, then accepted the portable scanner the foxboy held out to her. Then the pair stepped forward, the scanners softly humming as they turned them on.

"Mmm," sighed Samus, leaning into the softly-vibrating scanners as they were stroked over her face, Tails and Rainbow Dash each taking one half of her body. "I've always liked those little scanners, actually. They feel like getting a gentle massage."

Encouraged by Samus' words, the pair started work in earnest, both of them struggling to control themselves as Samus moaned, leaning into the scanners as they ran them over her shoulders, then down her back, stopping just at her clearly-defined dimples of Venus. Circling around, foxboy and pegasus pressed together as they almost lovingly caressed Samus' trim, washboard belly with the scanners, both aroused almost out of their minds as the beautiful bounty hunter stretched slowly, languorous as a cat, lifting her arms above her head as she did so. Tails stood there, mesmerized for several long moments as he just stared at Samus' breasts, but Rainbow soon broke him out of his trance by stroking her scanner over the breast on her half of Samus' body, and Tails followed suit, though both of the helpful pair were shaking all over at this point, Rainbow Dash's body bathed in beads of sweat, while Tails panted uncontrollably, both so intensely turned on right then, they could hardly see straight.

When the two got to Samus Aran's legs, they were almost worshiping them, the way they clung to each well-muscled limb as they stroked their scanners down the blonde woman's supple flesh. It was Tails who dared to place his scanner over Samus' astonishingly wet quim, joined a moment later by Rainbow Dash, who fit her yielding portable scanner's surface against the rear of Samus' perineal region, including over the tense pink button of her anus. They looked up at Samus with worshipful expressions, and that, as it turned out, was the last straw for the legendary bounty hunter: with the scanners vibrating on her most sensitive parts, two adorable and very sexy younger cuties looking up at her like that, so vulnerable, so utterly and completely eager to please...her whole body seized up, back arching, mouth opening as she cried out in her beautiful alto voice, her pitch rising to a sweet scream. Tails and Rainbow Dash pulled their scanners away just in time, as Samus' juices violently squirted out, painting Tails' belt and his lower belly before he could get out of the way.

"Ngh," grunted Samus as she slowly got control of herself again, her own cheeks quite flushed. "Thanks, I needed that." Then she looked down at Tails, who'd fallen onto his cute tush as he'd pulled away from the orgasming human. "Oh, sorry about that - looks like I got you kind of messy, huh? Well, don't worry," she continued, kneeling before Tails, then gently guiding him onto his back, "I'll get you nice and clean, Tails."

Tails could only watch, rapt and completely helpless, as Samus first kissed him, her tongue wrestling his own with such expert skill, before she started kissing her way down his white frontal fur...all the way to his proudly-erect penis. Undoing his belt, then setting it aside, Samus easily squeezed Tails' shaft between her breasts, and began to work them up and down, even while she swirled her tongue around his heavily-seeping tip. Opening her mouth, Samus then engulfed Tails' cock, taking his long, slim shaft right to the roots.

Knowing Tails wasn't in any state to last long, not as turned-on as he was, Samus only bobbed her head twice before she lifted herself up, then straddled the beautiful foxboy beneath her. Giving him a reassuring smile, Samus looked down, guiding Tails' eyes as well, to the point where his glans was squished just barely between the gushing lips of her labia.

"You're no virgin, Tails," Samus said with a knowing smile. "But you're really close, and it's been a while, anyway. Poor thing - you're all pent up, huh?" She saw Tails nod, then reached down to rub one of his pointed ears lovingly, making him pant even more. "Don't worry - I'll make you feel really good."

Moaning in time with Tails' own high-pitched voice, Samus sank herself, nice and slow, all the way down that wonderful foxcock, until she could feel Tails' white-furred sac rubbing against her toned, muscular buns. Guiding the boy's white-gloved hands to her breasts, Samus wasn't a vocal sort of lover, the most sound she made as she rode the gorgeous young fox a series of soft, breathy pants and gasps, almost as though she were in the midst of an especially hard workout. Tails, however, was very vocal as the air filled with the wet squishing sounds of the perfect-bodied beauty above him _grinding_her neatly-trimmed quim against his soft white fur until it was soaked and matted against the skin beneath.

Tails wasn't the only one making a lot of noise: Rainbow Dash was moaning and gasping for breath as she fingered herself feverishly, her purple eyes fixed on Samus' gorgeous body as she rode the hot foxboy under her. Then, suddenly, she gave a loud squeal of surprise as well as startled pleasure, as a hand grabbed firm hold on her small, tight blue buns. It was Samus! Giving the pegasus a flush-faced grin, Samus pulled the tight-bodied filly over, then helped her up, just enough to press her cunny against the other woman's eager mouth. Rainbow Dash stared down at Samus' face, disbelieving that this could possibly be happening.

'I'm getting head from Samus Aran!' was the last properly coherent thought that went through Rainbow Dash's head. Then Samus really started to eat that tight blue pussy, and Rainbow Dash discovered she couldn't think so well anymore.

With Samus Aran in charge, Tails and Rainbow Dash came at nearly the same moment, both of them crying out loudly as they spurted their juices into her eager, skilled mouths, upper and lower.

Of course, a moment like this couldn't last forever. Just as Tails was letting his entire body go limp, quite literally passing out, spread-eagled on the floor, a very happy expression on his cute face, the door of the engine bay opened, and two figures stepped inside.

"Hey, Rainbow," came a familiar voice with a very familiar twang. "We'n Big Macintosh were just makin' the rounds, an' we noticed you weren't in yet..."

Rainbow Dash and Samus Aran looked, wide-eyed, at the two ponies that had entered the room. The two ponies, Applejack and Big Macintosh, similarly looked, wide-eyed, at the two young women seated on the floor of the engine bay.

It was Applejack who spoke first.

"What in tarnation is goin' on in here?!"

[10% chance of pregnancy for Samus Aran - rolled 56, no kits on the way]

*

Those standing especially close to Renamon at that moment might have heard the very faintest of humming sounds, or perhaps noticed how her blue eyes started to glow just a little bit brighter. Besides these very subtle hints, however, nobody could have known that the gold-furred vixen had turned on her internal recording unit. After all, she didn't want to miss a single detail of the show.

And what a show it was. On the circular stage, shrouded on all sides by pillars and hanging veils, creating an intimate atmosphere, giving the illusion of privacy for the viewers, the lights suddenly turned on, casting a soft glow down on the stage. There, standing in a relaxed posture, his head down, was Rocket.

Leaning against the pillar in the very center of the stage, Rocket was still dressed in his orange jumpsuit. Hardly the most flattering of clothing, certainly, but enough for the time being: Renamon thought it added a certain "bad boy" charm to the tough-looking little raccoon. When he opened his eyes, the look he gave the audience, swinging his eyes around nice and slow, smoldered with wicked promises. Of course, Rocket couldn't possibly see more than the occasional silhouette through the curtains and veils around his stage, but that probably just made it easier for him to imagine who he'd like to give such a gaze, rather than focusing on being watched by so many anonymous strangers, eager for the chance to see sizzling male flesh, laid bare for their pleasure.

Rolling his shoulders, Rocket stretched his neck with a soft 'pop' to either side, taking a few steps as he limbered himself up. The music here wasn't the main interest - it was just some simple Asiatic background piece, easily ignored - and Rocket didn't try to conform to its rhythm as he took his time, bending over first to grip one ankle, then the other. Just stretching, though the way his bushy striped tail hoisted upward as he bent forward was a point where Renamon zoomed in, a subtle smile on her often nearly unreadable face.

Then Rocket straightened, giving the audience a cheeky grin, before he turned his face upward, and gave a slight nod. Suddenly, the stage burst into lights and sound, as loud, hard rock music blared out from unseen speakers. Without a second thought, Rocket dove to the stage floor, arching his body in snakelike undulations, hands and feet keeping him ever moving, never holding still. For a moment, Renamon thought that Rocket was just doing a basic breakdancing move. Then, her dark eyes widening very slightly, she saw that he'd somehow loosened the straps of his jumpsuit, and with each stroking of his chest and belly across the floor, a little more of that jumpsuit slid down, baring just that much more grey-ticked fur, until, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, Rocket's jumpsuit was lying on the stage, and the trim, tightly-muscled little male was still undulating along the floor.

Zooming in a little more, Renamon did her best to identify how "little" Rocket actually, was, proportionately-speaking - for strictly scientific purposes, of course - but the agile coon rolled forward, then used the momentum to start a spin, legs tucked up into his chest as he rotated on his back, faster, and faster still, the music almost as intoxicating as trying to see what lay beneath that bushy striped tail.

Whirling himself around with his hands, legs gyrating beneath him, Rocket seemed to be able to move in all directions with equal ease. Almost faster than Renamon's digi-enhance eyes could follow, Rocket rose to his feet, thrusting out his chest, nothing on but the music and a grin.

No, Renamon decided, not little at all. Proportionately, or otherwise.

"Here's some pelvic sorcery for you," she could barely hear Rocket mutter under his breath, her parabolic hearing the only thing making it possible for her to catch the words. Beyond that point, however, Renamon's cheeks flushed, and she decided she really wasn't that interesting in doing anything. Anything, that is, except watching those mesmerizing dance moves.

Oh my...

-

Carmelita walked out into a realm of darkest night, the only lights the twinkling of stars in the distance. Frowning, she took a few steps more forward, then blinked, and looked down. Eyes widening, she could see the others far below her. There was Raven, Chocolat, even M'ress, all wandering in what appeared to be an endless maze, a labyrinth without beginning or end, floating through the infinite space of the room.

"Don't worry about them," said that same sleek voice, and Carmelita's eyes snapped up, to where Mirage was standing, a mere arm's length away. "They're in no danger, I assure you. I'm simply giving them a little time to themselves. Of course," she smiled, her green eyes glowing softly as she closed the brief distance between her and the police vixen, "they're certain that they're talking to me, just like you are. But unlike them, you," a hand snaked out, gripping Carmelita's hip, "have the real thing."

"What are you...?" Carmelita began, only to be cut off by a short gasp as she was pulled forward, her lips meeting Mirage's so smoothly, it felt to Carmelita as though she'd meant to do so all along.

"I know what you were discussing below," came the echo in Carmelita's mind, even as her senses reeled while Mirage's raspy feline tongue stroked and caressed her own. "I know you've accepted my offer - most wise of you. You came here to try and get more information out of me. To try and obtain that precious commodity: knowledge. Secrets."

Carmelita's whole body trembled as soft, gentle hands stroked her shoulders, parting her jacket, laying bare her...wait, how...when did she take off her top? Wasn't she wearing panties just a moment ago?

"This isn't real!" exclaimed the athletic vixen, jerking away, panting hard, cheeks deeply flushed as she discovered (perhaps to her disappointment - she really wasn't sure) that she was dressed again, though right then, her exposed midriff and skirt just didn't feel like enough protection against someone - or some_thing_like Mirage. "You can't just..."

"Of course I can," said Mirage, standing before Carmelita once more, even though the other woman had turned around, and Mirage certainly hadn't seemed to move. "This is my realm, my demesne. You came to me of your own free will." Her smile sent shivers of fear and anticipation down Carmelita's spine...and other places besides. "You've placed yourself in my power, Carmelita Montoya Fox. I can do whatever I like."

Crying out, Carmelita found herself lifted into the air, her arms and legs spreading out, spread-eagled as she dangled there, helpless, unable to move against invisible bonds more powerful than her mortal strength could hope to resist. She felt herself tilting back slightly, and shook her head, eyes wide with fear and unwanted excitement as Mirage approached. A delicate, dark-furred hand extended, and Carmelita couldn't hold back a whimper at where she feared that hand might go. But all Mirage touched was her chin.

"Return to me when you've completed your tasks," she purred, the vibrations running through Carmelita's entire being. "I promise, you will simply adore the reward I have planned for you."

Carmelita couldn't hold back the soft plea "Please," but didn't know what she was begging for. Mercy? More? Her mind was so hazy right then, so clouded with...

Wait, what?

She'd only squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, the image of those blazing green orbs burning into her mind. Then, when Carmelita opened her eyes again, she was standing, along with Raven, Chocolat, and M'Ress, before the doors of the Barn casino.

"How...?" the vixen started to ask, but Raven only shrugged.

"Mirage is a goddess," explained the mystic, enigmatic once more beneath her face-concealing cowl. "She can do almost anything, so long as she's not hindered by some other power of equal or greater force." The grey-skinned girl looked up at the faux-wood front of the rowdy establishment before them. "And we are helping remove some of those hindrances."

"Wow," exclaimed Chocolat with a grin, her fluffy tail wagging. "She even sent us where we were going to go next! I hadn't even talked it over with you guys, but she already knew. I mean...well, this was where all of you wanted to go next, isn't it?"

"I was actually thinking of voting for Jabba's Palace," deadpanned Carmelita. "But this place is as good as any, I suppose."

Stepping inside the massive barnlike structure was like walking right into a wall of hard sound. Country western music was blaring from loudspeakers all over the place, and the clatter and crank of slot machines could be heard on all sides. In the dim lighting, it was hard to make out too much about the locals, except that a lot of them were big. More than Carmelita really liked, actually. Looking up, the vixen blinked as she saw several signs of interest, with words branded onto the rough wood, in a folksy sort of way. One of the signs read "Cashier," and had an accompanying arrow. The next sign read "Loose Slots" and had an arrow pointing down into the coin pit, where Carmelita could actually see pink- and tan-skinned, piggish humanoids patrolling, as well as some ratmen (most of them a different breed from the skaven, she noted with a frown), each of them about human-sized, or a little shorter, and most of them sporting a pot-belly. On the ratmen, this looked natural, just a result of their being rats. On the pigs, it made them look plump, though not quite really fat. Theirs was a muscular, squat sort of paunchy, making them look like they'd be pretty rough in a straight-up fight, at least against someone without the training and skills of Carmelita and her companions. The last of the three signs was one that read "Tight Slots," with an arrow pointing off down a darkened corridor.

Then Carmelita's eyes drifted up, to the stage, and to the hanging cages arranged around it. She blinked, then realized what she was seeing: they were dance cages, sort of lozenge-shaped, while the stage itself was flashing with a rainbow of hues and laser lights. Up top, doing a remarkable Cyndi Lauper cover, was a gold-feathered pheasant girl, dressed in a tight costume that was, for all practical intents and purposes, a one-piece swimsuit bedecked in glittering gold spangles. The costume hugged the pheasant's body very snugly indeed, and as Carmelita felt herself growing a little hot under the collar, she could see why there was a mesh cage in front of the stage, keeping the animals in the mosh pit below from getting up onto the stage.

As for the cages, Carmelita blinked, then had to turn away hastily - what she saw was too provocative! Looking any longer would mean losing her focus completely.

[Up on stage: http://donbluth.wikia.com/wiki/Goldie

Gyrating in the dance cages:

http://animaniacs.wikia.com/wiki/Minerva_Mink

http://conker.wikia.com/wiki/Berri

http://darkstalkers.wikia.com/wiki/Felicia]

"Well," Chocolat chimed in, "at least we've found that Felicia girl Mirage wanted back so bad."

Carmelita was just clearing her throat to answer, when she felt Raven's hand on her arm.

"This place," said the mystic, "is filled with dangerous creatures. Demons, and more."

Carmelita followed Raven's gaze, and frowned as she saw a massive, pink-skinned creature with a sloped, bull-like head roaring in fury at a slot machine, then pounding its side until the device started to spark.

[http://doom.wikia.com/wiki/Demon]

A glance to the side showed two other creatures, these more along the lines of things Carmelita recognized: pig cops. Curling her lip, Carmelita was as informed on pig cops as any intergalactic cop - real_cops, rather than the faux law-enforcement beasts. They were called cops because they were regularly used by various conquering races as enforcers, keeping the peace and pacifying the local populations on dominated worlds. They were called pigs for a lot more than just their porcine looks. Pig cops were huge, walking slabs of muscle and not much else. They had enough brain power to use guns, and do some basic tactics, but that was about it. Get them angry - _really easy to do - or otherwise excited, and they'd usually fall into atavistic behavior fast. Easy pickings, as long as you kept your distance.

[http://dukenukem.wikia.com/wiki/Pigcop_%28DNF%29]

"You ever get the feeling that we may be in over our heads?" asked Chocolat with a nervous little giggle.

"All the time," said M'Ress, "but that's never stopped me yet. Hey, I think we've got someone's interest."

As the gold-furred felinoid pointed, the other three females turned to look at what she was indicating. There, off to the side, was a floating creature, something like a dinosaur with a short tail where his legs should be. How he stayed in the air, Carmelita couldn't even begin to guess. However he managed it, however, he was standing beneath the "Tight Slots" sign, beckoning to the four females.

"I guess this is as good an offer as any we're going to get," Chocolat decided with a nod to the others, before taking the lead, all of them making their way around the crowds, carefully avoiding any contact with the various monstrous creatures, or the nimble little rat-girls that weaved their way in and out of the crowds of customers. They didn't notice the wicked glances those dye-haired ratlings shot them, however, or their gleeful grins as the foursome approached the floating lizard. Obviously they knew something the four protagonists didn't, and they weren't about to spill what they knew.

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

http://crashbandicoot.wikia.com/wiki/Brat_Girl]

"Welcome, noble ladies," said the floating dinosaur, giving a passable impression of a bow. "I've heard through the rumor mills that you're in the market for some parts."

[Chance of parts 60% - rolled 17 - parts!]

"We sure are," Chocolat chirped. "You sell those here? I mean, isn't this a casino?"

"All sorts of business is done in the casinos of our little haven," answered the shopkeeper with a shrug. "Perhaps you could give me an idea of what sorts of parts you wanted?"

Chocolat, ever ready, pulled a scrap of paper - her "shopping list" - from her pocket, and passed it over to the floating dinosaur. After a quick scan down the page, he nodded, smiling in a way that showed far too many teeth.

"Yes, not hard to get these at all," he said, sounding pleased as he handed back the list. "Actually, I've got most of them in stock already. There have been a lot of spaceships crashing on this planet recently, and parts are quite easy to come by...provided you know where to look." He turned, giving the females a smug smirk as he did so. "And I know where to look. So don't even think you'll get as good a deal as what I can offer."

As he said this, he held out a ticking placard, numbers on its face turning until the amount he wanted was displayed. Chocolat blinked, then frowned in thought.

"We've got a good chunk of that already," she demurred. "We'd have to get the rest, though. Perhaps we can cut a deal?"

"No deals out here," the floating salesdino declared with a huff. "Money is sacred! This place," he make a choking sound, then started to float down the "Tight Slots" hall, passing around a 'Closed for Remodeling' sign that mostly blocked the passageway. "Come, we'll talk in my office. You can verify that the parts are what you want as well before we continue with our dealings."

Following behind the floating dinosaur, Chocolat seemed blissfully unaware of her surroundings, only focusing on sticking close to the one offering decent price on stuff they needed. Raven, for her part, looked around, frowning even more than usual, but otherwise didn't seem to be alarmed. M'Ress stuck close behind the other two, knowing that her skills as a linguist would almost certainly be needed at some point. Carmelita, however, being used to watching for signs of criminal behavior, frowned as she noticed odd panels on the walls, mostly covered by heavy tarps. As the others got ahead of her, she reached out, and pulled off one of the tarps, her eyes going wide at what she saw.

There, set into the wall, was a hole. What made this hole worrisome, however, was its intricate design. As Carmelita tilted her head slightly, she realized that it was about the size of a woman's shoulders, with an inflating pad to pin whoever might enter the ovular entry firmly in place. Poking her head quickly inside the hole, Carmelita saw restraints for holding a prisoner's upper half, keeping it from moving. Drawing back, she inspected the outer portion of the serving hole again, taking note of the viewscreen, designed to allow the customer to see the face of whoever was thrust through the hole, and a set of headphones, to allow the customer to hear the noises made by his selected purchase, or not, as desired. A metal arm hung down from the front of the presently empty hole, and Carmelita realized it was there to protect the merchandise until payment had been received. More than that, she saw devices designed to clean and lubricate especially delicate parts of the "merchandise's" body, making them ready for use by the next customer.

Tapping the viewscreen, a sophisticated and sturdy touchscreen rig, Carmelita gasped softly as a face immediately popped up: the first intended piece of "merchandise" to be placed into the restraining passage! It was a redheaded girl by the name of "Misty," along with various vital statistics, including number of times taken that day, and whether she was pregnant or not. Naturally, since this was simply data uploaded for a future date, all these statistics read at zero, but the obvious implications of future perversions was horrifying to Carmelita. And this was only one of...how long was this corridor anyway?!

Turning to hurry along the passage, Carmelita discovered that the others had left her sight, and she increased her pace to catch up as soon as possible. Up ahead, she caught sight of a light at the end of the hall, and headed straight toward it.

Just inside the doorway, Carmelita came up short, her mouth dropping in horror at what she saw.

[60% chance of trouble - rolled 51 - trouble!]

Poor little Chocolat gripped the bars of a cage, her wrists shackled together with a pair of cuffs, looking out pitifully as she watched her friends in peril, unable to do anything to help. Around her neck was a softly luminous red collar. On the ground, kicking and yowling in fury, swiping out with her claws as best as she could, was M'Ress, in the clutches of several of the piggish humanoids from before, obviously employees of the casino.

[http://battletoads.wikia.com/wiki/Psyko_Pig]

"You stupid bacon bits!" bellowed a loud, deep voice from across the room, and Carmelita turned to see a massive rat monster storming over from where he'd been sorting through some filing cabinets. "Do I have to do everything myself!?"

[http://battletoads.wikia.com/wiki/Big_Blag]

Without a pause, the hulking ratman grabbed M'Ress' wrist as she struck out at him, then easily flung her to the ground on her back, before grabbing her ankles, and lashing them together. Her wrists soon followed, and in mere moments, her skirt riding up far too high for comfort as she squirmed desperately, exposing flashes of her white panties beneath, M'Ress was bound in a solid hogtie.

"That's how you do it!" declared the big rat proudly, tossing M'Ress into the cage where Chocolat was bound, even as Carmelita realized where she'd seen him before: On a wanted poster. It was Big Blag, a henchrat to the Dark Queen, notorious space gangster of several systems!

"Thinking about me?" said a sultry, seductive voice, and Carmelita gasped as she felt an astonishingly strong hand grip her shoulder. Astonishing, because the hand looked so slim and delicate, even encased as it was within a long black leather glove. "You should know that it's rude to lurk in doors."

The Dark Queen herself!

[http://battletoads.wikia.com/wiki/Dark_Queen]

Carmelita jerked free, but not before the midnight-haired woman knocked the shock pistol Carmelita had tried to draw away, down the corridor. She moved so smoothly, so fluidly, like some sort of jungle cat! Carmelita realized immediately that she was outclassed here, by a very large margin.

That was when the vixen saw Raven. As the Dark Queen stood there, towering over Carmelita with her immense, imposing height, she held Raven by her neck, the girl's cowl fallen back, her straight purple clearly visible, as were her now-dazed, out-of-focus eyes. Around her neck was another of the slightly luminous red collars.

"To make sure she doesn't try any of her silly magic tricks," the Dark Queen answered the unspoken question, as Carmelita's eyes strayed to the collar. "Without damaging the merchandise." She cupped Raven's chin, smiling down at the slack-faced teenager. "The customers of my casino will pay top coin for fresh human pussy once the Tight Slots open up, and this one is especially exotic."

A glance to the side, and Carmelita could see another chamber through an open door. There, in that room, were row after row of cages. And in each cage was a girl, a slave waiting her turn at the grand opening of the Tight Slots hallway.

"Don't even think about it," sneered the Dark Queen. "You animals aren't worth much, but at least I'll get more out of you than the worth of your pathetic hide. Hmm," she rubbed her chin with her free hand, "though, as I think about it, a fox fur stole would be rather nice..."

*

Jon Talbain glanced back one more time as he stood in the shadow of the great walls surrounding the terrible castle, seeing Amelia the pig as she led Asriel out of sight behind a slight rise, keeping the prisoner secured. There was something in that castle, something monstrous, and his memory told him quite clearly who it was that he was facing.

"Demitri," he growled.

-

"Let go of me!" shrieked the long-haired girl as the inhumanly powerful vampire easily jerked her away from the window, his other hand hauling up her long tresses.

"Hoping for someone to save you?" mocked the cruel vampiric lord. "A foolish hope. All hopes are foolish here: I am master of all parts of your fate."

With a twist of his wrist, Demitri shredded the front of the girl's dress - what was her name? Rapunzel, the demonic vampire believed - baring her pert, upthrust breasts with their delicious-looking, coral pink nipples. Before he'd sunk himself into the bloodlust, letting himself gain more vampiric power at the loss of some essential elements of his humanity, Demitri would have taken great delight in pinning this squirming, kicking waif to her bed, and violating her precious virgin parts many times before he fed upon her heated blood. Now, however, not only was he unable to enjoy such pleasures of the flesh any longer, he also was under obligation to the Council.

Quick as he could, to ensure the girl didn't make use of the healing powers in her hair (a source of constant mild irritation wherever it touched Demitri, even when inactive), the vampire lord exulted in Rapunzel's sharp cry as he sank his fangs into the healthy vein just above her left breast. Mmm, sweet, rich virgin heartblood. She moaned softly, her eyes closing as the vampiric venom entered her blood, her body going limp in his arms, though she didn't lose consciousness.

Ah, but it was such a trial to stop before he'd taken too much. All the same, Demitri managed, somehow.

"Take this wench to the portal chamber," he commanded to the empty air, holding out the now-limp Rapunzel, who blinked sleepily, as though gradually waking from a bloodsoaked dream.

As Demitri released his grip on the girl's waist, letting her fall, a pair of strong, delicate-looking hands reached out, and gripped her firmly. Shadows with sleek, feminine shapes moved from the darkness, lifting the slender girl in their arms, and bearing her off, passing through the walls themselves as they did so. Rapunzel, in their grip, turned as insubstantial as them, while she was borne away to the place where she would be sent to her ultimate doom.

[http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Nemesis]

"You are a fool, Demitri," said a voice in the vampire lord's head. Demitri scowled at the ceiling, since he knew the mental voice's owner was above, in the tower of the castle. "Always so easily swayed by mortal passions, even now. What need have we to conquer, or to control? We are immortal - we need only feed at our leisure, and rule the mortals that fall into our power with a firm hand."

"I want more than mere rulership of mortals!" snarled Demitri to the ceiling, speaking out loud rather than mentally. "I want rulership of the Makai Kingdom!"

"And that," the voice continued placidly, "is why you are constantly in turmoil...and constantly failing."

"I may fail," growled Demitri, "but I'm not alone. How many times have you died, fool elder? Slain by the same troublesome family of slayers every time, at that."

"But I always return," the voice rejoined. "Always. As persistent as evil itself. I only serve you because you serve the Council. And the Council serves a greater evil even than myself."

"Old fool," Demitri grumbled under his breath as he felt the presence of the one in the tower withdraw. "If I didn't need you, I'd allow those vile Belmonts ample opportunity to destroy you again."

-

Holding their flight close together, Brooklyn and Angela soared in low, just barely clearing the wall as they closed in over the eerie castle. Brooklyn's sharp eyes picked out a heavily-armored figure walking along one of the battlements, and with a quick motion to Angela to warn her of his intentions, he swooped to the side, then plunged straight ahead, his claws sinking into the metal of the guard's helmet as though it were hot butter.

Then the helmet came away in Brooklyn's talons, empty!

Blinking in shock as the suit of armor clattered to the castle, Brooklyn's beaklike mouth gaped in astonishment. However, he swiftly recovered, and landed in a crouch at one parapet, before tying a rope to the side and letting it drop over, Angela still circling nearby, as a lookout in case of trouble.

Easily done: they'd infiltrated the castle.

[50% chance of success, rolled 48 - success #1! New chance of success 55%]

Clambering up in the lead, Talbain soon ascended the walls, Kovu and Kiara close behind, then Kim Possible, then the blonde barbarian Thundarr, determined to save his friend, the Princess Ariel, and Ookla the Mok after him. Beast, for his part, didn't bother with the rope: as it turned out, he could scale walls as easily as the two gargoyles, his powerful claws biting into the stone with astonishing strength. Finally, Link came up last, the rope tied around his waist, while Midna held onto the rope with her strangely mobile hair, her small hands gripping Link's thick fur.

Turning to survey the area, Talbain didn't ask questions when he saw Okami standing there next to him on the wall. She hadn't climbed up, of that he was certain, but then, she was a goddess: they were allowed a few quirks. Luminous in the darkness of the chill night, the red-marked white she-wolf looked around as well, her expression calm as usual.

"Looks quiet around here," growled the werewolf under his breath. "Too quiet..."

BANG!

Suddenly, Angela gave a cry as she tumbled from the air, a small, neat hole punched through her wing. A day's stone sleep would heal that wound as easily as any other, but she landed hard in a fountain at the center of the courtyard, sending up a large splash. Wheeling around, Talbain sighted several crouched, robed figures making their way along some of the upper ridges of the walls, figures with the heads of hyenas!

[http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Hyena

http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Fox_Archer]

Other figures moved from the shadows below, foxlike creatures carrying longbows. They moved swiftly to where Angela was just starting to crawl out of the fountain, one of them lunging forward, jabbing her back with the tip of one of his arrows. The she-goyle gave a short cry of shock at the piercing of her purple flesh...and then fell forward, her eyes open, obviously still conscious, but now mostly paralyzed by whatever venom was on that arrow.

[55% chance of success, rolled 78 - failure #1. New chance of success 50%]

"No sense in being subtle now!" roared Talbain, leaping forward, swinging left and right with mighty fists and kicks, sending more of the empty armors flying as they swarmed from up and down the stairs. Down below, the foxlike humanoids surrounded the feebly-struggling Angela, and soon they'd torn off her tunic, baring her supple young body to the open air of the courtyard. Binding her wings behind her, and then her wrists and ankles to a pole, the foxes hoisted her into the air, carrying the young gar-girl off like a trussed deer as they swiftly made themselves scarce.

Beast roared loudly as he set into the midst of the attackers, skeletons and massive, wolflike creatures leaping from the shadows to engage the seemingly invincible shaggy humanoid. Tearing about him with massive arms and sharp claws, and even with his powerful jaws, Beast crushed the bones of his skeletal opponents, no matter what weird and twisted shapes they might take. Kim Possible, for her part, hung back, well out of the reach of Beast; though he was a good fighter, he wasn't a team player by any means, and if she'd dared to get close, she would surely have been knocked right off the battlements. All the same, she stuck close by his back, as close as she dared, occasionally delivering a telling blow on an enemy that tried to sneak up behind the hulking powerhouse when he was unawares. Link, meanwhile, seemed not to have a problem with Beast's flailing limbs, using his agility and Midna's guiding warnings to stay always just barely out of reach of the mighty male's swings, while darting in and out to tear down opponents as they arose.

Okami's blue sword was in her hand, as was Thundarr's shining Sun Sword, which cut through the seemingly endless waves of enemies with ease, their monstrous flesh and bones and armor nothing against her skill and his might. Ookla hung back slightly, using a bow to keep the hyena-headed humanoids at bay, forcing them to keep under cover, rather than taking potshots at the party. Up front, Kovu and Kiara fought on either side of Talbain, the three of them pushing their foes back, clearing the wall slowly but steadily.

Then, suddenly, the wall went silent. They'd won!

[Chance of success 50%, rolled 38 - success #2! New chance of success, 55%]

"That's a battle," Talbain growled warily as he looked around. "Not the war."

"We've got to save Angela!" exclaimed Brooklyn, tossing aside one of the winged, dragonlike skeletons that had tried to menace the party from the air as he landed nearby, not bothering to try and figure out how a creature without any flesh on its wings could fly. "Those monsters down below have her!"

"And if I know Demitri," sighed Talbain, "the prisoners are going to be up above. Well, the girls, anyway. Down below, I'm pretty sure he's got lots of prisoners he didn't want to drink in his dungeons." A moment's thought, and then Talbain snorted in disgust. "Guess we'll have to split the party here. That's the only choice if we want to have a chance of saving everyone before...well, yeah, let's not talk about that."

Looking up and down the winding stairs at one end of the wall, the blue-and-white werewolf considered a moment, then nodded, making his choice.

"Brooklyn, you'll lead the fight downstairs, to the dungeons. Take Okami with you: she can see in the dark just fine. I guess Kiara and Kovu should go too, for the same reason. That, and they're good at close-quarters. Midna, you and Link follow behind, act as the rear-guard, so that nose of yours makes sure nobody sneaks up on them. Thundarr, Ookla, Kim, you're with me." He curled his upper lip defiantly. "We're gonna take this fight to the monster behind it all. Good luck."

Parting ways, Talbain pressed up the stairs, into the unknown. Okami stood by Midna, watching them leave, then turned and motioned to Brooklyn. The young red gargoyle's face was grim as he nodded, then started down the stairs, into the darkness below.

The way was dank, dark, and ghastly, and not at all quiet. Almost immediately, as soon as they'd stepped out onto a landing, Brooklyn heard a strange hissing sound. Almost before he could act, a hideous head, snaked waving in the air, burst from out of the wall, passing right through the stone as though it were mere smoke! But Okami was there, and in an instant, the wriggling, snake-tressed head fell in two neat halves to the ground. More enemies followed, and fell in like fashion: fish-men, more skeletons, a massive man with a mask of flesh and a chainsaw, another with a burned face and a razor-lined glove, and one with a hockey mask and a machete, all of them jumping from around corners, only to fall to the combined and overwhelming fighting prowess of Brooklyn and his team.

Then, suddenly, they stepped out into the long corridor of the dungeons.

"We're here," whispered Brooklyn. "Stick close, and keep on the lookout for Angela."

"Help me!" came a high-pitched cry. "Somebody! Anybody! No! Please, not that! NOOOO!"

CRACK!

The corridor was filled with the scream of a woman in agony as a heavy leather lash came down, leather meeting flesh. Sultry woman's laughter acted as counterpoint to the cries of the girl being tortured, and Brooklyn's face screwed up in fury.

"We've got to save her!" he called to his companions, motioning them to stay close as he hurried to a door, then kicked it in with a mighty thrust of his foot.

There, in the room, a girl with dark brown hair dangled from the ceiling by chains manacled to her wrists. She wore a backless red evening gown, and that back was turned to the door, so that the party could clearly see the red welts on her tan skin. To either side of her, however, were the true horrors.

[http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Medusa

http://capcom.wikia.com/wiki/Red_Arremer]

A grinning, red-skinned demon with broad blue wings hopped eagerly to one side, his face a wide leering grin, filled with razor fangs. On the other side of the dangling girl was a tall, feminine shape, her figure beautiful, but marred by several important features: her legs melded together into the tail of a snake just below her shapely, bare bottom, and her hair was a mass of deadly vipers, just like those of the strange disembodied heads that roamed through the walls of the castle. Her skin was green, and glistened with glossy scales, covering even her perfect breasts, which lacked nipples. She half-turned as the party entered the room, and Brooklyn caught a glimpse of gleaming yellow eyes...before Okami deftly interposed herself between him and that mesmerizing stare.

"Medusa," said Midna as she and Link crouched near the rear of the party. "Don't look in her eyes, or she'll turn you to stone!"

Okami, however, seemed unaffected by such mortal considerations. Standing there proudly, blade extended, she faced down the whip-wielding snakewoman with calm resolve. Brooklyn, realizing that he wasn't up to the challenge of fighting Medusa, turned instead to the red-skinned demon, whose appearance was so much like his own seen through a dark mirror. Kovu and Kiara charged toward him, roaring their defiance in the demon's face.

In seconds, the fight was over, the young lions pinning the red-skinned creature to the ground, while Medusa lay on her front, face down, Okami standing over her, her blue blade stained with red.

"It's over," said Brooklyn with a hero's air, before walking toward the dangling, dark-haired girl, who turned to look at him with worshipful adoration. "Here, let's get you down."

Breaking the chains easily, Brooklyn blinked in surprise as the girl flung herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Oh thank you!" she exclaimed. "My name is Laura, and these...these horrible monsters were going to...oh!" She began to sob. "It's just horrible! I've been away from my family for so long!"

"It's all right now," soothed Brooklyn, stroking the girls naked back, careful not to irritate the welts there. "We're here looking for someone, Laura. Have you seen anyone else in the dungeons?"

"You mean that purple-skinned beauty?" laughed the red demon with a taunting cackle beneath the lions on top of him. "The masters didn't find much use for her as a sacrifice for the Council. So she's being taken to the quarters of the fox archers, to join that false nun. They foxes have been working so hard recently, they could use some fun!"

"Bastard!" snarled Brooklyn, pulling away from the girl to approach the pinned demon. "Where is she?!"

"You'll find out," said Laura, resting a gentle hand on Brooklyn's shoulder. "Very soon." He turned slightly, his eyes widening as he saw that Laura's hair had turned a deep blue. "Carmilla, it's time."

[http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Carmilla]

The Thing that dropped from the ceiling, where none of the party had thought to look, was horrible, a twisted melding of bat and woman. It was huge, and powerful, and fast! Kovu and Kiara leapt up, only to be caught and tossed aside as easily as though they were rag dolls. Okami rose and turned, blade raising, but in such close quarters, her normal agility availed her nothing, and soon she was disarmed and gripped tightly by the neck, dangling from a single powerful talon. Brooklyn started to attack, only to fall into a lash of coils, which wrapped around him, pinning his arms to his sides.

"Relax, my beautiful man," said Medusa, her voice soft and sibilant in his ear. "Just relax; my gaze won't hurt one such as you, only cause you to...sleep."

A hand gripped his white hair, jerking his head back, and Brooklyn looked into those yellow eyes...and knew no more.

[55% chance of success, rolled 89 - failure #2 - new chance of success 50%]

Meanwhile, above, Jon Talbain stepped out into a wide, open room within the many chambers of the castle. Kim Possible followed, then blinked as she looked at her reflection in one of the mirrors that lined the entire room.

"It's a ballroom," she said with a light smile, while Thundarr, Ookla, and Beast followed.

"Something like my home," Beast said softly. "But...I never went in that room without Belle." He winced, then did his best to turn away from the mirrors. "I...don't like reflections."

"Neither do I," said a commanding, slightly foreign-accented voice from across the room. "But then, one must keep up appearances."

Standing there, proud and confident, was the vampire lord himself.

"Demitri Maximoff," growled Job Talbain, lowering himself to all-fours, his hackles rising.

"Jon Talbain," the vampire replied smoothly. "Or is it Gallon? I often get it confused. Not that it matters, of course, whether you're your own wolf, or working for the Aensland clan of the Makai. In the end, you'll die all the same."

The others started forward, but Jon Talbain held out a hand, then turned to face his foe, who stood ready, sneering in challenge.

"He's mine," growled the werewolf, deep and low.

Both combatants stood there, Talbain crouched like an animal, his muscles tensed and bunching, Demitri with his hands lowered to his sides, looking calm and relaxed. They were opposite ends of the spectrum, completely different in so many ways. But the most important way in which they differed was on the inside: despite appearances, there was only one true monster there. But Talbain was enough of a monster for what needed to be done.

It takes a monster to kill a monster.

SHING!

[50% chance of success, rolled 41 - success #3! New chance of success 55%]

The two monsters met midway down the ballroom. Demitri's hands lashed out, the movements faster than mortal eye could follow, his fingers sprouting razor talons with the motion of attack. But Jon Talbain was faster, more agile, and his low, bestial crouch made it possible for him to duck beneath the tall vampire's slashing blows. Instead of a more traditional attack, Jon Talbain plowed into Demitri's midsection. Hard. Not expecting such a blow, the vampire was taken off-guard, and soon off-balance, as Jon Talbain continued his headlong charge, straight toward the opposite wall.

CRASH!

An opposite wall made of silvered mirrors.

"AAAAIIIIEEE!" screamed the vampire lord as shining silver shards rained down around him, slicing into his flesh, smoke rising from each cut. Beneath the weight of his opponent, Jon Talbain was able to avoid the worst of the rain of death all around him. But not quite all.

As Demitri dissolved, Jon Crawled along the floor, panting hard, slashes turning the grey and white of his fur crimson.

"Jon!" exclaimed Kim, running to the crumpled werewolf on the floor. "Jon, are you all right?"

"I'm not dying, if that's what you're asking," he growled softly. "Just hurt, kind of bad. Silver's not so good for me. But I'll heal, as long as..."

A ululating giggle from the doorway cut into Talbain's words, and the five companions spun...just in time to face a hail of darts, fired from the ends of the long jezzails clutched in the hands of the hyena-headed humanoids.

[55% chane of success - rolled 64 - failure #3. And so it ends.]

A single needle stuck from her haunch as Kim fell forward with a soft cry, covering Talbain with her body. Even the mighty Beast, Thundarr, and Ookla couldn't withstand the onslaught of so many paralytic darts. In moments, they were all sprawled on the floor, passing from consciousness.

Twisting and turning beneath the castle, somewhere in its dungeons, Midna clung tightly to Link's back. Her head darted this way and that, her glowing yellow eyes piercing not only the darkness, but the walls themselves.

"There's a secret down here," she said softly, urgently in her lupine steed's ear. "Another way out. We saw that green-haired woman, saw her beckoning. She was trying to lead us somewhere...and I think it's...there!"

Without a pause, Link turned down another corridor in the labyrinth of the dungeons beneath Castlevania, right into an area filled with water: the sewers of the castle. Ignoring the odors assaulting his sensitive lupine nose, Link made his way straight for the large drainpipe he saw at the far end of the room. If he could hit the pipe just right...

"Ah!" screamed Midna, as she was suddenly plucked from Link's back. The greenish-furred wolf came to a halt, jerking around as he looked up, to where the Red Arremer was clutching Midna in midair, his hands blazing with power as he began leeching her magical might, preventing her from using her powers against him.

"Keep going, Link!" Midna called out. "You've got to get away! If you don't, nobody will know! Go get help!"

With a despairing howl, Link turned, and dove into the water, letting its current carry him out.

-

Slowly, Link crawled out of the moat, then shook himself. He hurt all over. But at least there hadn't been any more enemies to...

The wolf's head snapped to the side, ears perked, blue eyes sharp. From out of the flowing mist, a beautiful figure floated, green hair swirling around her like a halo.

"Come with me," said the woman, smelling of saffron and other, more exotic spices.

Choices

*Ship

Still playing out scenes:

Master Tigress/Krystal/Princess Luna (Red Savarin)

Gilda gangbang

Elh/Zeke (punishment)

Big Macintosh/Stallion

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

Does Carmelita:

Stay and fight (40% chance, four successes, three fails needed for resolution)

Or

Run away (65% chance, one roll either way needed)?

*Rescue Party

Should we have "Game Over" scenes? Y/N

(Not a _real_game over, mind, just...you know)

If you choose yes, please make suggestions of what you'd like to see.

Does Link:

1) Trust Morrigan Aensland

2) Go it alone

3) Return to the ship for help

If he goes it alone, should he:

A) Fight his way through the dungeons, like before, but in reverse

B) Stealth his way, avoiding fights as much as possible

Both choices have a 50% chance of success, rolled 3 times - best out of three determines the outcome. Stealth, however, will provide a +10% chance on the third roll, if we don't fail twice before then.