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Entry 20 - Part 2

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

The anubian stayed where he’d been put, seated in a cold metal folding chair, his wrists bound behind his back, rope looped around his chest, keeping his arms bound tightly to his sides. The slender, glasses-wearing jackalman had been stripped of everything except those glasses, ostensibly so the Dark Queen could humiliate him, making it easier for her to pump him for information. Perhaps this was even true: the Dark Queen had a hatred for “furfags,” as she sometimes called them, unless they were her minions.

“What’s the point in continuing to resist?” asked the Dark Queen with a sneer, before drawing a long pull on her fashionably lengthy cigarette holder, giving the hulking ratman, Big Blag, throw a few more brutal punches into the anubian’s stomach and chest and face. “Your former mistress has obviously abandoned you, or you wouldn’t be here, in my power. Make this easy on yourself, mutt: start telling me what I want to know.”

Perhaps the anubian could have pointed out to the Dark Queen that he was one of the pure descendants of the great god Anubis himself, Lord of the Mummy Wrappings. Perhaps he could have mentioned that he was one of the elite warriors of the gods and their near-divine servants operating in the mortal realm. Perhaps he might even have brought up how his present mistress, Mirage, was in point of fact a true god (albeit not one of the strongest). However, he did none of these things. Instead, he scrunched his nose slightly, so as to get his chipped glasses back up to the bridge, letting him see better. Then he motioned with his muzzle toward the computer terminal on the Dark Queen’s desk.

Frowning, the Dark Queen turned, touching a button to turn off her screensaver. As she saw the events taking place on the various security feeds in her base of operations, the casino known as the Barn, her jaw dropped in shock.

“What…no! This isn’t possible!” she exclaimed in fury, destroying the computer with a deceptively elegant-looking leather-clad fist through its monitor. “How could this have happened?!”

Serving Mirage gave the anubian a certain grasp of the flow of events. Being smarter than most of his larger and more muscular fellows, the slender black jackal smiled enigmatically, not bothering to speak when actions and events spoke far louder. He knew without being told that the Dark Queen had seen the events taking place at that moment over by her newest feature attraction, the Tight Slots. From one end, a hulking triceraton, even larger than most of his kind, and a tough-looking gatorman were working their way through the demons and pig cops and other, lesser minion types that stood in their way like a chipper-shredder through antique furniture, except a lot more messily. On the other side of the corridor, the kzin and Thugs-4-Less were having their own issues with the arrival of a tall and elegantly slender raccoon in formal eveningwear, accompanied by another, much shorter raccoon, this one toting a significantly large gun that was longer than he was tall, and a lightning-fast, blue-haired catgirl with claws that were sufficiently lethal to shred the high-tech body armor of the Thugs-4-Hire that dared to get too close.

[50% chance of success – rolled 15, 24, and 25 – flawless victory!]

Soon enough, the two fighting forces met in the middle, and suddenly the conflict stopped as they sized each other up. Then the slender raccoon in the lead extended a hand. The two reptiles traded a look, then the alligator took the offered hand.

Of course, this wasn’t the only bit of bad news the Dark Queen received before destroying her computer. Actually, she’d initially thought it was a bit of business as usual: infiltrators being overwhelmed and subjected to “pacifying action” (i.e. rape) before being dealt with as seemed most appropriate. The infiltrators in question were the mightyena the Dark Queen had hired, along with that oaf Otis, to watch her casino’s entryway, barring access to undesirable elements. Now, however, Otis had apparently quit, as he was out back along with all the former prisoners and captive ex-entertainers the Dark Queen had sentenced to their doom in the kitchens. The mightyena (Sheryl, the anubian sensed from what Big Blag remembered, though the Dark Queen couldn’t be bothered to recall the name of a mere furry flunky) was leading a tall, muscular alien female, a yautja, after they’d left the kitchen staff trussed behind them. Sheryl knew the layout of the casinos, and acting on the prompting of Rocket, she’d split off from the main group to find and free Renamon and Foxy, as well as the others even now being subjected to the first stages of reprogramming by the evil weasel, Professor von Krippelspac.

Despite himself, the anubian couldn’t help but wonder: why didn’t the yautja kill her defeated opponents, or take trophies from their bodies? She didn’t seem to have most of the traditional yautja arsenal, either. Whatever her reasons, though, the anubian couldn’t help but feel that this strange yautja’s lack of bloodlust was a very bad idea, as it was only a matter of time before Br’er Fox and the Wolf came around, and beat a hasty retreat out the back of the kitchen; they could tell when it was time to go looking for a new source of work.

As the yautja and mightyena girls entered the long corridor in the back rooms, leading to the professor’s diabolical lab, they were beset by another host of the shorter pig soldiers commonly employed by the Dark Queen. Almost contemptuously, the yautja dispatched these assailants with casual ease, throwing fists and feet with all the skill and power expected of someone from her mighty species. However, what she hadn’t expected were the muscular pig cops who suddenly burst from the rooms where they’d been taking their break. All the same, even outnumbered, facing stronger foes, and facing the element of surprise, the yautja girl probably would have come out on top…if only one of the pig cops hadn’t gotten lucky with his taser.

[35% chance of success, rolled 41 – failure #1]

Here, the anubian had watched the look of smug, cruel satisfaction on the Dark Queen’s face as she, in turn, watched one of the pig cops toss the now-limp yautja over his shoulder, while two others dragged the still-struggling mightyena girl along behind, taking their new prisoners into their break room. While four of the porcine muscleheads got to work mauling Sheryl’s breasts through her somewhat tattered casino uniform, five more slapped the yautja on her back onto the table where they’d only just been playing poker, and quickly got to work yanking off the metal plates that only just barely served to preserve her modesty, leaving her clad only in the fine mesh of her hunting gear. With so much gorgeous yellow-green skin laid out before them, the pig cops couldn’t control themselves, and in moments two were spreading her legs wide, while a third mashed his snout firmly against her astonishingly snug cunny, and began to greedily slurp on her delicate virgin folds until they started to grow nice and juicy.

This, as it turned out, was a big mistake. It was a mistake, because it woke their prisoner back up.

[Rolled 5 versus 35% - success #1 – new chance of success 50%]

In a frenzy, the powerful young yautja threw pig cops left and right, roaring her berserker fury as she clamped her thighs down on the one between her legs, and twisted around, tossing him like a rag doll into a nearby wall, cracking the cement with his head. Only a matter of moments later, she and Sheryl were free once more, and tearing down the hall, toward the door behind which emanated the screams of Renamon as Professor von Krippelspac flipped the switch, sending power coursing down into the helplessly bound digimon’s brain from the metal bowl fixed over her head.

Plunging into the room, destroying the door in the process, the yautja was an unstoppable force, even as hordes of the professor’s mechanical tediz brandished various weapons in their efforts to stop her. The faux plushies were reduced first to their metal endoskeletons, and then to their component parts, as the mighty yautja demonstrated her inhuman strength.

[Rolled 37 versus 50% - success #2 – new chance of success 65%

http://conker.wikia.com/wiki/Tediz]

But then a snag occurred, as the professor demonstrated his readiness for such assaults. From out of the shadows dropped a creature out of nightmares, its carapace dark and glistening as it fell on top of the yautja, shredding what remained of her mesh armor, and leaving a host of horrible slashes across her naked flesh.

[Rolled 89 versus 65% - failure #2

http://conker.wikia.com/wiki/Heinrich]

But that was when Sheryl stepped forward, her jaws snapping, crunching messily through the creature’s exoskeleton, spurting green blood everywhere. If Sheryl hadn’t yanked her head back, fast, she might have lost her teeth, and everything attached to them – that blood was acid! The yautja used the distraction to swing the creature to the side, smashing it against the floor as she rolled clear, avoiding all but a few minor acid burns to her yellow-green skin.

And then the yautja was stalking forward, straight toward the wheelchair-bound professor, while Sheryl circled the lab, yanking the switch that cut power to the chairs to which the digimon and Foxy were bound, freeing them.

“Wie sind Sie?” demanded the weasel, looking up in terror at the still-masked warrior female standing before him, unashamed of her muscular nudity.

“Nobody can save you now,” came the reply, using Br’er Fox’s own voice.

[rolled 40 versus 65% - success #3]

That had been the moment when the Dark Queen smashed her computer, followed shortly afterward by her grabbing the mainframe and shattering it quite thoroughly against the wall.

“I was about to give you a nice offer to join me,” growled the Dark Queen as she swung around to face the anubian. “Now, though, I think I’ll just tear out your heart.” Her smirk was ugly as she approached, while Big Blag cracked his knuckles, a nasty grin on his face as he prepared to assist his boss. “That’s irony, isn’t it? Wasn’t Anubis supposed to weigh the hearts of the dead?”

“He did, and his servants carry on the practice to this day,” answered the anubian, finally breaking his stoic silence. “I have weighed your heart already, Dark Queen. You have been found…wanting.”

As he spoke his words of judgment, the anubian suddenly stood up, his muscles already swelling as he easily snapped the ropes holding him fast. The Dark Queen gasped in shock, speechless for once, before Big Blag’s heavy weight slammed into her, as the anubian used the rat henchman as an impromptu missile weapon.

“My mistress, Mirage, sends her regards,” the anubian said in the calm, cold voice of the judge of the dead, as he stood over the Dark Queen, who looked up in pure terror, even as consciousness faded from her senses.

*

Brooklyn wasn’t being restrained anymore. On his knees, his fleshy beak was tilted upward and parted slightly as he licked again and again at the intoxicatingly sweet nectar of Lilith. The queen of the succubi moaned loudly, stroking the young gargoyle’s soft white hair as she ground her soaking slit against his eager muzzle, panting like a wild animal as he hit places within her that no mere human could ever hope to reach.

Not far away, Medusa lay sprawled on the ground of the arena, utterly spent, her smooth-scaled flesh covered in the drying stains of Brooklyn’s cum. In a moment of mischief, Lilith had released the red-skinned male from his captivity, and he’d taken full advantage of that freedom, not in trying to escape, but in properly, thoroughly venting the full weight of his superhuman lust on the snakewoman. Every one of her serpentine tresses had a little smile on its face, and most of them had a copious trickle of cum leaking from their mouths as well.

Even farther away, Kovu and Kiara lay sprawled on the ground, their rumps hiked, each of them only barely – and only technically – conscious. Neither of the teen lions had escaped having their tailholes thoroughly gaped, and Kiara’s poor cunny ached so very, very much after being made the receptacle of over forty cocks and dildos. After such an ordeal, not even the legendary sexual abilities of a lion were enough to allow the two youngsters to bounce back without a good deal of rest.

Closer by, Kim Possible dangled limply from the chains holding her bound to the pole to which she’d been shackled. She didn’t look human anymore, her entire body now covered in blue fur, save for her bright orange-red hair, which had remained. Where her cute face had once been was now a short but equally cute muzzle, though Kim was unlikely to see it that way when she fully realized what had happened to her. Though she didn’t know it, she’d also grown stronger, faster, more agile, the powers of a werefox now hers to command. But those powers were only possibilities for later, if she had the chance to use them.

Kiara, Kovu, and Kim, however, weren’t paid any heed by the she-bats that now dropped from the ceiling, surrounding Brooklyn as he continued to eat out Lilith, her addictive juices trickling down his throat, wearing down his mental reserves with every swallow. The bat-winged women and girls wore scant clothing, the better to allow them to fly freely, but despite their powers, their supernatural gifts, all of them stood aside as a tall, stately figure stepped through their midst. She was naked, her blue-purple skin on full display, her long blonde hair obscuring her face from view, save for her luminous red eyes.

“You have chosen well, Lilith,” said Draculina as she ran her sharp-clawed hands down Brooklyn’s sculpted chest and belly. “This one will make a fine servant for our master, Dracula.”

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

Lilith pressed herself a little harder against Brooklyn’s muzzle, arching his back, making him work his mouth almost straight up into her depths, while at the same time forcing his hips forward, his rigid red penis bobbing twice before Draculina’s hands wrapped around it, holding it steady as she bent slightly to admire it.

“A fine specimen,” she concluded after a moment. “He’ll serve our master well, and sire an entire generation of new minions on these werebats. After,” she added with a slow, cruel smile, “he’s been properly converted to our cause.”

Gasping for breath as Lilith stepped off of his face, Brooklyn blinked several times, his vision swimming as much from the raw power of the succubus queen’s juices as from the lack of oxygen. He was vaguely aware of what he’d been doing, and felt he’d been under some sort of compulsion, a force far beyond his ability to resist. Lilith was far stronger than him, and Brooklyn knew it well.

Now, however, as his mind returned to him, Brooklyn realized that all the women who’d been eying him moments before were now looking at something beyond him, something coming through the great portcullis on the far end of the arena. Turning as much as he could, his body aching after its recent hard use, his eyes widened at what he saw: goatmen!

Brooklyn remembered hearing somewhere, he thought maybe from Krystal, maybe from Midna, that they were called khazra. Whatever their race name, however, they were tall creatures, with sharp, curved horns, and red fur so dark, it was almost black. Their eyes flashed with hellish light, and Brooklyn’s eyes widened as he saw that each of the dozen or so powerfully-built caprines was sporting an immense erection, pointed straight at him.

“The seed of the khazra is perfect for corrupting even the strongest will,” said Draculina with a smug smirk. “Provided the dose is large enough. I think these,” she indicated the swiftly-approaching males as they closed eagerly upon Brooklyn, “should be more than sufficient to properly induct you into our ranks.”

“No,” Brooklyn got out, finding his voice after so long, rising unsteadily to his feet. “I’ll never serve…ah!”

The goatmen didn’t bother with subtlety. Instead, as soon as one of them was in range, he flung himself full at Brooklyn in a flying tackle! Caught completely off-guard by this maneuver, Brooklyn tumbled on his back to the sands of the arena, his legs flailing to either side of the heavy, shaggy-furred brute struggling on top of him.

Going down was the beginning of the end for Brooklyn, however, as the khazra closed in, strong, rough hands seizing his shoulders, shoving him roughly down, then holding him there. He opened his mouth to cry out, only to have his eyes widen in panic as a rough muzzle was pressed against his lips, kissing him with a bestial, savage intensity.

Try as he might to resist, to tell himself that he was being raped, Brooklyn’s erection just wouldn’t leave.

The musk of the goatmen was strong in Brooklyn’s nostrils, a heady, intoxicating, animal scent, as they began licking him, their tongues laving his entire body, from his forehead to his chest to his belly to his inner thighs. Greedy mouths worked up and down his aching erection, and when he risked a glance downward, the red-skinned male could see a few of the younger, more adventurous werebats eagerly taking turns with the lusty goatmen to suck on his cock, the goth-looking cuties slurping on his throbbing uncut cockhead like it was a lollipop, before popping their mouths off loudly, wetly, to pass his shaft to the greedy goat muzzle nearby, eagerly drooling for its turn to engulf his hard prick.

With a hoarse cry, the erotic tension proved too much for one of these bat-girls, this one with tiny nubs for breasts, and broad pink nipples that seemed to take up the majority of each small teat. Tearing off what little clothing she had, the skinny bat-teen eagerly straddled Brooklyn’s hips, rubbing herself forward and back against the underside of his erect, throbbing erection, its thickness squeezed tightly against her parted labia as she left a wet trail of glistening juices all along his length. Then, as two of her friends held Brooklyn’s penis upright, she positioned her tiny cunny right above his firm organ, and lowered herself down, nice and slow. His glans parted her outer folds, and then she came to a sudden and complete stop, a look of concentration on her face. Brooklyn had only a moment to realize that his cock was pressed up against the bat-girl’s hymen, before the extra-tight teenaged virgin thrust herself downward with a cry, blood trickling down onto Brooklyn’s full sac as the little cutie popped her cherry on his prick.

While the little ex-virgin was still adjusting to the significant gargoyle penis now inside her, almost all the way to the hilt, Brooklyn felt strong hands on his inner thighs, then beneath his knees, lifting his legs. Eyes widening, he craned his head to see the powerfully-built bull male who was even then prodding Brooklyn’s tense anal pucker with his fat, almost humanlike goatdick. At first, Brooklyn tried to struggle, but the goatmen had numbers as well as strength almost equal to his own, and soon his kicking legs were hoisted high, until they rested against the slim back of the girl on his lap.

Doing his best to clench down, to resist to the last, Brooklyn grit his teeth as he felt the pressure on his tailhole steadily increasing. No! He wouldn’t give in like…ah…Ah! AH!

“AAAAAH!” cried out Brooklyn loudly as the powerful, dominant male’s glistening goatcock popped smoothly inside his rump. His thrashing apparently set off the girl who’d just been deflowered on his own penis, and she gave a high-pitched squeal as Brooklyn’s hips jerked upward, before starting to bounce eagerly on his upthrust erection, her little breasts jiggling cutely as her friends watched Brooklyn’s thick red babymaker appear and disappear within the teen bat’s squishy little cootchie, their expressions envious even as they began to strip off their own clothes, more than eager for their turns.

Suddenly, the khazra plundering Brooklyn’s buns started to speed up, grunting loudly as he ramrodded the young gargoyle’s backside. From his prior experimentation with Lexington, Brooklyn had a very good idea what this meant, and gulped nervously: the way the big goat was pounding Brooklyn’s prostate, he knew he wasn’t likely to hold out for very long. No, not long at all, not with an ecstatic little batling already starting to shudder and then to squeal with orgasm as she gushed all over his upthrust erection.

Then the bull khazra’s hips slapped hard against Brooklyn’s rump, even as the big male gave a loud bellow of orgasmic triumph. Feeling thick, hot goatspunk splashing against his prostate, Brooklyn’s self-prediction came true…with emphasis on “came” – there was so much of it! Her insides suddenly painted with copious mancream, the werebat cutie actually lifted several inches up Brooklyn’s glistening shaft, before she sank back down with a long, satisfied sigh, feeling her inner fires quenched by the flood of potent gargoyle cum filling her to the brim.

Panting hard, Brooklyn twitched as he felt the first cock pop free of his tailhole. The first of many, as he knew for a certainty as the big, shaggy bodies closed in, many of the glowing-eyed goats licking their chops in eagerness for the sexual feast yet before them.

-

[60% chance of success, rolled 49 and 10]

With a bellowing wail, Mugen took a hard right uppercut from Morrigan, sending him crashing to the floor of the dank corridor along which he’d been running. The royal-blooded succubus stood over the fallen minotaur with a superior smirk on her face, before reaching down and lifting him up as though he weighed a mere fraction of his actual significant, muscular mass. Seeing how outmatched he was, the heavily-muscled minotaur shook his head, rumbling something in the strange, lowing language of his kind.

“He’s begging you not to kill him,” said Asriel, leaning casually against a nearby wall as he looked smugly at the defeated bull. “Personally, I don’t see much point in keeping him around. After all, he’s…”

Asriel’s words cut off suddenly, and he blinked at what Mugen said next.

“He…he says my mother is down here,” the goatboy reported, before his face turned stern and hard. “Where is she?!” he demanded fiercely.

Talking fast, Mugen shared the information he knew – all the information he knew, and not just about the location of Asriel’s mother. Morrigan had a light smirk on her face as the minotaur spilled his guts, and then, finally, shrugged.

“I don’t really feel quite right killing someone so very cooperative,” she admitted at last. “But, at the same time, we can’t have him roaming around loose.”

“I have a solution,” said Black Wargreymon, stepping forward. Mugen’s milk-white eyes widened slightly, and he tried to pull away, before the hulking dragon-digi grabbed his horns tightly. The minotaur’s outline started to blur, and he cried out wildly, before his body’s shape suddenly dematerialized, and was sucked into a small folding section on the dark-scaled mon’s belt-piece. “There,” Black Wargreymon concluded. “He’s now stored in digital form. I’ll let him out when we’ve completed our mission.”

“I know enough now to lead us everywhere down here,” Asriel said with a grim expression. “And all our friends are in grave danger. The false nun, he called someone, had already been thrown by I-No into a teleportation portal, and others are sure to follow…if something worse doesn’t happen to them first. We have to hurry.”

Choices

*Ship

Still playing out scenes for a little longer:

Master Tigress/Krystal/Princess Luna (Red Savarin)

Krystal/Red/Elh

Nightmare Moon appearance

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

Zeke/Bambi (pouncing)

Krystal/Zeke/Stallion

*Casino City

We have now utterly defeated one of the Big Bads of our story. What shall we do with the Dark Queen?

What shall we call our anubian ally? The name that gets the most votes wins.

Now, where shall we go next?

A) Take the parts we found from the Barn, and head back to the ship with everyone we’ve saved.

B) Head back to the Pyramid to speak with Mirage – she owes us big right now.

C) Let’s clean up this town, now that we’ve got some powerful allies, and take on another casino for fun and profit (and lots of both). Options include:

• Fat Cat's Casino – Where Gadget Hackwrench, Foxglove, and Tammy Squirrel are being held

-Jabba's Palace – Where numerous human characters are enslaved; a center of much of the human slave trade on War World

-The Last Stop – Someone close to Mirage’s skaven servant, Hasan bin Rashid, is here, looking for him; much of the entertainment is unwilling, as well

-The Mouse Trap – Some really nice entertainers work here, and we can get some serious information, as long as we stay clear of the owner, Professor Padraic Ratigan II; a hidden center of the nonhuman slave trade on War World

-Treasure Island – This is where the space pirates who brought us down are hanging out – we could take the fight to them, clearing our escape; the fight would be difficult, though, even with our present crew

*Castlevania

The Next Scene:

Beast and Belle

Jonathan Talbain

Kasumi

Midna

Okami Amaterasu

Toriel

As for the rescuers, where do we go now?

1) Raid the barracks for gear and chaos

(55% chance of success, three successes or three failures)

2) Let’s go save Brooklyn, the lions, and Kim Possible

(55% chance of success, four successes or three failures, and Fox McCloud and Captain Claw will join us)

3) Save Jon Talbain, Midna, and Okami

(50% chance of success, four successes or three failures – they’re close to each other)

4) Return upstairs to save Kasumi, Belle, and Beast

(45% chance of success, four successes or three failures)

5) Focus on saving Toriel

(No roll needed for success, but she is in immediate danger, though saving her will delay our team, or reduce the chances of option 7)

6) Face us, Dracula!

(40% chance of success, four successes or three failures)

7) Split the party

(-5% per additional action chosen; list how many additional actions should be taken, and who does them)