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Entry 25 Part 2

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Misty whimpered as Scooby Doo casually brushed aside the rear flap of her slavegirl’s loincloth, and caressed her supple, smooth pink bottom with surprising gentleness. May and Dawn glanced at the redheaded teen to share a sympathetic look – they’d been through the same, one at a time, pretty much from the moment Rocket Raccoon was out of sight, and now all three girls’ thighs glistened from the touch of the wicked weredog. While May and Dawn were of more meek dispositions, normally Misty would have slapped Scooby into next week. Two things held her back. One was her efforts to stay in character as a slavegirl, so as not to draw suspicion and blow the entire operation. The other was…well…there was just something about Scooby Doo that made you want him to touch you, to dominate you, to own you. Every time the weredog Great Dane gave a light tug on the chains held in his other hand, leading to the collars around each girl’s neck, all three girls couldn’t hold back a slight shiver, something in their bellies quivering. Of course, none of them had any idea of how lycanthropes had that sort of effect on others of equal or (especially) lesser dominance. The supernatural ability to induce primal, instinctive lust was just one of the many less-documented powers of a lycanthrope, like the weredog Scooby Doo.

Unfortunately for Scooby (or fortunately, depending on one’s personal tastes), almost as soon as he stepped through the large passage leading into the main floor of Jabba’s Palace, he was accosted on either side by two of the most extraordinarily well-endowed females he’d ever met, a gran and a cragmoloid. Both were dressed in tight-fitting, low-cut, translucent singlets, and both seemed very eager to please. Scooby, for his part, simply pushed past the two and entered the floor proper, paying little attention to the two servers as they held out their trays of casino chips and refreshments for sale. Zeno, however, following only moments afterward, soon found the pair of full-bodied females looking up at him with hopeful, almost puppydog eyes (if such a thing were even possible with their species, especially the three-eyed gran girl). Heaving a longsuffering sigh, the triceraton champion gave a slight inclination of his head, and immediately found himself in possession of two very eager-to-please followers as he made his way toward a table off to the side, all the better to observe the floor without being noticed overmuch. The two serving girls promptly sidled into the little booth on either side of the big male, the gran even going so far as to rub her three breasts against the dinosauroid’s muscular arm.

[http://kaernen.deviantart.com/art/SW-Babes-Gran-14... and http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Gran

http://kaernen.deviantart.com/art/SW-Babes-Cragmol... and http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Cragmoloid]

Though no words were spoken, the little party split up to better case out the floor. Wargreymon found himself especially drawn toward the stage on the far end, and was soon joined by Flamedramon, both of them deeply interested in the performers.

The present act was a trio of humans wearing exceedingly skimpy jaguar-print costumes, complete with tails, the red-haired and blonde-haired girls wearing bikini-style costumes that showed off a great deal of their soft pink skin, while the chocolate-skinned girl doing the singing right then wore a tight-fitting singlet.

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josie_and_the_Pussyc...]

Looking about, Flamedramon couldn’t help but notice: there weren’t any protections for the three performers on stage, and this was a significant problem. Even a casual glance revealed some of the worst scum of the galaxy loitering near the stage: kig-yar, batarians, more pig cops, even space pirates, all races known for their strong penchant for taking slaves, especially human slaves, and most especially attractive human slaves, like the three up on stage right then, playing some perky, happy, upbeat number Flamedramon’s database memories didn’t immediately recognize.

[http://metroid.wikia.com/wiki/Space_Pirate]

“They’re for sale,” said Wargreymon, answering Flamedramon’s unasked question as the smaller, blue-scaled dragontype looked at the much larger one, then followed the slight inclination of his head. “And they’re not the only ones.”

Looking toward a large black globe hanging from the ceiling, its single rotating red “eye” the only discernible feature, Flamedramon sensed something coming from the orb, and started running through comm frequencies until he found the one that was tickling his digi-senses. Looking around, shifting spectrums on his vision to improve his ability to see in the dim, crowded chamber with its many flashing game machines, the blue dragon quickly noticed that all the tables were equipped with datapads tuned to the frequency of the rotating orb, and a good number of people walking the floor had datapads similarly tuned. Once he’d noticed the pads, it was a simple matter to follow their frequency to the source…and immediately Flamedramon’s mouth dropped, his eyes wide in horror. After all, he’d almost been reprogrammed into a life of slavery himself in the very near past.

It was a menu! Of course, a menu made good sense in any establishment, and a datapad-based one made even more sense, allowing you to call over the serving staff when you wanted them, a vital aid in crowded conditions like these, where no server could possibly make you out at any distance of note. What made this menu horrifying to Flamedramon, however, was the alternate feature, visible only to certain privileged customers (or those capable of hacking the system, like most digimon), which allowed the VIPs in question to access a more private menu. On this menu, Flamedramon saw images of numerous beings, most of them human (though not all), many of them in chains and obviously forced to stand on display, while others – serving staff and the opening entertainment (the band called Josie and the Pussycats), the second act (some twi-lek girl named Vanessa), as well as the main attraction, Jem and the Holograms, appearing later that night – simply had their vital statistics listed next to a full-body interactive image of the subject in the nude, probably taken during some sham medical exam of similar ruse.

[http://phineasandferb.wikia.com/wiki/Vanessa_the_T...'Lek

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Jem_characte...]

“It’s a slaving ring!” exclaimed Flamedramon just loud enough for Wargreymon to hear him.

As the two digimon were making their discovery, Leatherhead was more than a little bit lost. Scooby Doo and the girls had ditched him so Scooby could go chase after some hot redheaded chick dressed like a Hooter’s waitress, but with “Jabba’s” on her shirt…which, the ‘gatormorph couldn’t help but notice, was very nicely filled out.

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheryl_Blossom]

“Hey handsome,” came a sultry, slightly foreign-accented voice, catching Leatherhead’s attention, making him turn to look into a pair of dark eyes, framed behind glasses. “You look like you could use a little company, yes?”

“Yeah,” agreed Leatherhead, making his way to the dark lady’s booth, and slipping inside. “I guess I kinda got ditched somewhere along the line. Friends don’t need me much.”

“Not very friendly, then, are they?” the woman queried, putting a hand on Leatherhead’s as it rested on the table. “I…believe I know how you feel. So much expected of you, perhaps even coerced, and then, when you think you need the help of others most, you are on your own.”

“Guess that’s not far off the mark,” admitted the broad-shouldered ‘gator with a shrug, tilting his hat down over his eyes, to conceal the emotion there. “I’m just not cut out for this cloak-and-dagger stuff, I guess. I’m a scrapper and a swamper, not some secret agent.”

“Ah,” the dark lady mused. “So you are caught up in events greater than yourself. Political intrigue, perhaps?”

“Nah,” Leatherhead admitted. “Just a bunch a’ toughs tryin’ to save the galaxy, I guess. They’re fun to hang with, though. Some of ‘em are pretty easy on the eyes.” He tilted the hat up again, smiling at the dark lady, the edges of his long muzzle actually curling up, making the smile obvious, even on his crocodilian visage. “None of ‘em are like you, though. Me, I’m Leatherhead.”

“You may call me…Anastasia,” said the dark lady with a secret smile, before raising a glass of dark red wine to her lips, and taking a sip. “Perhaps I can buy you a drink?”

“I’d love that, Anastasia,” agreed Leatherhead. He was so caught up in looking at the Baroness that he completely missed the datapad on the table near her. A datapad with VIP access to the silent slave auction.

*

“You know, dahling, I can be perfectly reasonable,” Nightmare Rarity was saying, her smooth black-furred breasts heaving in a very fetching manner as she hung, suspended and spread-eagled in midair by Morrigan’s many tentacles of darkness. “Surely there’s something you want, some deal that we can come to…”

“Oh, there certainly is,” purred the green-haired succubus as she leaned forward, letting the warmth of her breath waft across Rarity’s exposed pudenda, making the possessed pony shudder. “The deal is simple: I’m going to ravish the evil out of you. Thoroughly.”

“What?” exclaimed the bound pony, but though less ladylike fillies might have struggled in their bonds, Rarity was a lady through and through, even when evil, and she made sure only to struggle in the most fetching of fashions – ineffectual, certainly, but very nice to watch. “But…but you’re a succubus yourself? Surely you’d want to join with a side that’s vastly more sympathetic to your cause?”

“Drackie’s really sweet on pretty girls,” giggled Pinkamena, the giggles making her very generous assets jiggle almost hypnotically as she dangled by her wrists from an especially thick tentacle holding her up. “You should have seen what he did to little miss Fluttershy! Oh, although I suppose she won’t remember much of it, if anything. After all, she escaped into Flutterbat form just so she wouldn’t have to turn all evil herself. Let Flutterbat do all the bad things, right Flutterbat?”

The yellow-furred bat-pony hissed in response, and thrashed against the restraining tentacles – not at all ladylike, Nightmare Rarity mused, which was such a pity for someone as lovely as Fluttershy usually was – and snapped the air, obviously trying to sink teeth or claws into her captor.

Morrigan smiled, more tentacles of pure, tarry black shadow rising at the slightest motion of her delicate, aristocratic hands.

“This is going to be fun,” she said, licking her lips. In the room next to hers, where Serge’s little band were still standing, Kid traded glanced with her blue-haired friend, and gulped nervously.

Down the stairs, Link paused as he peeked up over the edge, then turned and shook his head at Toriel, who was standing not too far from the protective wolf, the four Cutie Mark Crusaders close by her. The goatmom subtly but quite effectively moved so as to make sure the three pubescent fillies didn’t see what was going on upstairs.

“That’s not the way to save your girlfriend anyway,” she said, petting Link’s shaggy back, which made him wag his tail unconsciously – Toriel just had that effect on people. “Trust me, I saw a lot of this place when I was being moved around, before they realized they couldn’t corrupt me. Not like…well, that’s neither here nor there,” she demurred, clearing her throat with a slight flush to her cheeks. “We should go down a little, and then back up – that’s where the gargoyles keep their rookery. I’m sure that’s where they’re keeping her.”

“C’mon, kids,” said Leomon with a friendly smile as he led the way back where Toriel indicated, Asriel by his side – the slender young goat, actually, had already started to become good friends with the fillies, while Leomon had become an instant crush. “We’ll get you to safer ground as quick as we can.”

While Link hurried to the fore, leading off Toriel, Leomon, Asriel, Amelia Pig, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders, the rest of the party hurried up the stairs at the first sounds of cries of distress. As Sabrewulf bounded to the top of the stairs, Hunter and the other three Road Rovers just paces behind, they came to a sudden and complete stop. Hunter’s, Colleen’s, and Exile’s cheeks all turned bright pink. Blitz, on the other hand, started to drool.

“Wow,” he exclaimed. “That is one perfect tushie!”

Nightmare Rarity’s bottom was, in point of fact, quite fine indeed, and she couldn’t help but feel a certain glow of pride at the Doberman’s words. Of course, that glow was offset by more than a little bit at the feeling of an especially thick, slick, dripping tentacle’s phallic head rubbing against her achingly tight tailhole. In her uncorrupted state, before Dracula had infested her with the spirit of the night (the same sort of spirit with which his agents had attempted to corrupt Princess Luna, though nobody there would have known this), Rarity had saved anal sex for extra-special occasions, with extra-special people. Actually, it had been Applejack that had introduced Rarity to the joys of anal sex, and with whom she’d enjoyed her very first ever anal-only orgasm, something she’d hitherto thought was simply impossible. Now she was grateful for those lessons she’d been taught by that precious hayseed pony, especially the ones about relaxing and enjoying herself, for she certainly needed them now, as Morrigan’s tentacle popped past her anal rosette, and squeezed its way inside, even as Morrigan herself shivered with the pleasure of first penetration.

“You’re a very tight little pony,” whispered the succubus in awe.

“Why thank you, dahling,” answered Nightmare Rarity, her eyes closed as she fought to just focus on breathing, and center her sensations on the core of pleasure that could be found past the discomfort (there wasn’t any pain, thankfully – Morrigan made sure her tentacles were very well-lubricated). “I do aim to please.”

“So do I,” Morrigan got out through pearl-white, clenched teeth.

“Ooh, do me! Do me!” cried out Pinkamena, already forgetting the grim nature of her present persona at the prospect of naughty stuff – she loved naughty stuff! Instead, as she was flipped over so she was facing down, her bottom pointed upward, she squealed happily as a tentacle squeezed its way easily into her tailhole and started to thrust. Right there, before everyone’s eyes, her hair started to frizz out slowly, like a balloon being inflated gradually. Morrigan blinked at this very odd phenomena, then her inner thighs clenched, her head snapping back as Pinkamena clenched down.

“You’re...how are you doing that?!” she exclaimed in wonder, watching Pinkamena’s buns flex. “I’m a queen of the underworld, mistress among succubi – I feed on sex for a living! And I’ve never…ngh! Never felt anything like…ah!”

“Eh,” Pinkamena brushed off the compliment. “I’ve had better.”

“We’ll see about that!” snapped Morrigan, rising to the challenge, and immediately more of the tentacles unfolded, glistening with viscous juices, before plunging into Pinkamena’s quivering cunny, and soon after filling her mouth as well.

As for Flutterbat, Morrigan made a motion of her hands, and a fluttering flight of bats slipped beneath her, carrying the tentacle-bound pony until she was floating before the green-haired queen of succubi. Looking uncertain, Flutterbat looked around, her red eyes wide with suspicion as she surveyed the moaning Nightmare Rarity as her exquisite rump was taken with slow precision, and then Pinkamena, who was squirming and squealing happily in the midst of a veritable sea of thrusting tentacles, stretching her right to the limits of even her physics-defying abilities.

“Look at me,” said Morrigan, and Flutterbat did, glaring at her with her gleaming red eyes. “Don’t be like that,” she chided. “I’m not going to treat you like them. I’m a sex demoness, you sweet dear, and the first rule of providing truly satisfying sex is that it needs to mean something.” Her hand gently caressed Flutterbat’s chin, and this time the yellow-furred pony didn’t snap at her. “Everyone has unique needs, my precious dear. Look at you: you’re trembling, frightened that I’m going to hurt you. You’re much more delicate, even as a vampire, than your friends. You need a gentle, loving touch.” Fluttershy shivered as Morrigan’s long nails teased her downy inner thighs, slowly parting them, exposing her tender center, touched by only her very best friends, penetrated by only two others (though Applejack wasn’t supposed to know about one of them). “Just relax,” whispered Morrigan in Flutterbat’s pointed ear, “and enjoy.”

Kid’s jaw was dropped as she watched Morrigan’s tongue touch Fluttershy’s cunny first, followed by the rest of her mouth. The succubus did indeed know what she was doing, and she knew how to take her time, drawing it out, making it last. Flutterbat’s limbs splayed, her feet kicking, her hands clenching, her eyes rolling back into her head. She shook her head, mewling adorably as her harsh chiropteran hiss rose to a precious girlish tremor, and then broke into a musical cry of bliss as her hips suddenly bucked upward into Morrigan’s mouth, a gush of juices wetting the succubus’ chin. Instead of being repulsed, however, Morrigan smiled, and then pressed inward, drinking deeply, as though Flutterbat’s juices were an exquisite wine.

Another cry soon followed, this from Nightmare Rarity, as her back arched, her exquisite breasts thrusting downward at first, and then upward as Morrigan’s tentacles flipped her over, letting her better stretch out her limbs in expression of her ecstasy. The cry stopped short of being an outright scream – proper ladies didn’t scream, except in fright, though it was perfectly acceptable to let your lover know when they were doing a good job – as her entire body trembled, shining with a light sheen of unsightly sweat. Mmm, she’d have to do something about that…later. Much, much later….oh my, but that succubus knew how to touch her buttons!

“Exquisite!” exclaimed Rarity as the soft white of her coat started to show through the darkness in patches, her gemstone cutie mark blazing to blue light with each subsequent orgasm. “Delightful! Delicious! Perfection!”

“Oh hush,” said Morrigan with a smirk, before looking back at Sabrewulf. “Be a dear and keep her mouth busy, will you?”

“Well!” huffed Rarity as her cheeks cleared, revealing the flush beneath. “So very rude! Surely you were brought up with better manners than-mmph!”

“Rrgh,” grunted Sabrewulf, gripping Rarity’s curly locks in one rough talon as he force-fed his significant lupine length into her pretty mouth. “You’re good at this.”

Glancing to the side in the midst of all this ravishment, Kid looked at Serge, and then looked down at his trousers. Blushing, she glanced at Ryu, and then at Rei. All of them were sporting erections, clearly visible through the fronts of their pants!

“Hmph,” pouted the blonde girl. “Boys. Well, at least Teepo doesn’t seem to have your problem.”

Teepo, incidentally, blushed at this statement, but then, he hadn’t been staring at the girls being ravished just a short distance away. He’d been staring at the boys staring at the girls, and though he wasn’t sporting a hard-on yet, he was quite close to it…especially looking at that hot malamute guy crawling quietly into the shadows, out of sight. He had a really gorgeous butt, all black on the outer edge, and snowy white on the inner part. His whole body was gorgeous, actually, sculpted and finely-chiseled with hard muscle, won from long hours of bodybuilding and similar exercises designed for maximum appearance. The care the malamute showed his body really showed, and Teepo had to admit, he really appreciated the big buff guy’s hard work. It was just a shame that he was one of the bad guys…

“Don’t go anywhere,” said Jon Talbain, resting a digitigrade paw on Steele’s back, stopping the malamute’s escape attempt with that light warning touch. “We’ll decide what to do with you later. Right now…,” his muzzle curled in a smirk, “stay.”

So, not having any other choices right then, Steel did just that: he stayed. Seeing that his command was being obeyed, as the naked male remained where he was, on all-fours on the floor (with that purple-haired kid watching him, too – huh, well, Steele was pretty hot, Jon had to admit, so he didn’t blame the kid), the blue-and-white werewolf turned and entered the cell opposite his own, snatching up the keys Steele had dropped to the floor in their fight.

“Ladies,” Jon Talbain said, then smirked as he glanced to the side, noticing that he’d been joined by the Road Rovers…well, three of them, anyway. Blitz still had his tongue lolling out, though now his attention was wavering between the three naked ponies, and Steele’s cute buns.

“We’re here to rescue you,” said Hunter, stepping into his natural role as defender of truth, justice, and the American way…or the British, German, Russian, and Swiss ways, as occasion required. Taking one of the keys, while Colleen stepped forward with Exile to grip each girl, making sure she didn’t just fall down, the golden retriever mix and the pure-blooded werewolf worked together to unlock the shackles of each of the five wolfgirls dangling from the ceiling of the cell.

“My hero!” exclaimed the grey-furred female, throwing her arms around Hunter and licking him on the cheek, making the Road Rover leader blush deeply, a blush that only redoubled as the golden-furred she-wolf leaned in and gave him a peck on the other cheek, blushing herself, but not saying anything, at least not with her mouth, though her eyes spoke volumes as she cast her gaze at the other Road Rovers.

“Aw shucks, ma’am,” he said, gently extricating himself, while rubbing the back of his head, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth. “It’s all in a day’s work.”

“We are grateful, though,” said the young she-wolf with the scar under one eye, her expression solemn as she looked between each of them, before settling her gaze on Jon Talbain. “You have saved us from a deep dishonor. For this, I and my people are eternally grateful. I am Lupe, alpha of the Wolf Pack, and we are in your debt.”

Jon grunted at Lupe’s words, and then gave a short nod of acknowledgement. He was never really sure how to handle gratitude, since most of the time when he saved someone, their first reaction was to scream as soon as they saw he was a werewolf, and then run away. It felt…nice, actually, having somebody recognize his efforts, however minor they might have been.

“Ooh!” squealed Pinkamea around her mouthful of tentacocks. “Ooh! OOH!”

Suddenly, her hair poofed out completely, the slight dimness of her pink fur vanishing completely, even as her cutie mark balloons flashed with radiant, joyous light. Juicing all over the cocks in her cunny, Pinky Pie gave herself wholeheartedly to orgasm, holding nothing back.

As for Fluttershy, she lay back on a bed of fluttering bats, sighing in deep, deep satisfaction as she let her soft blue-green eyes close, tucking her downy-soft wings tight against her beautiful body. Unlike Rarity’s sculpted perfection, Fluttershy’s was a soft, delicate beauty. Rarity was someone to be worshiped, while Fluttershy was someone to be cherished. Morrigan considered dining more deeply on the life essences of the three ponies – especially Pinky’s, which was simply overflowing! – but resisted the impulse with an effort. It was enough that she’d supped on their darker forces. No, she had a far better plan for the three little ponies, as she gently set them down, only Rarity of the three still standing, albeit on wobbly legs.

“You’ve got a deep infection there,” she said, casually caressing Rarity’s exquisite alabaster bottom. “And you…need a great deal more attention,” she addressed to Pinkie Pie, who just grinned up at her, her blue eyes bright and eager. “You!” Morrigan said commandingly, turning to look at the boys in one cell. “These two need additional attention to cleanse them of evil. You three are obviously untainted,” she smiled, showing how sharp her teeth could be, and making Serge, Ryu, and Rei shiver a little in fearful – and aroused – anticipation. “I’d dearly love to taste your sweet, innocent essences myself, but I’ll restrain myself…for now. Provided you attend to their needs, immediately.”

Kid blinked, her jaw dropping as she realized what Morrigan was demanding. Teepo, meanwhile, gulped, grateful that he hadn’t been included in Morrigan’s commanding gaze.

“You can’t really, seriously mean to…” Kid began, spluttering as she looked at Serge. The blue-haired boy, however, turned to look at her, and then shrugged, his expression saying clearly what his mouth never did: ‘What choice do I have?’

Fuming, but also flushed in her cheeks, Kid couldn’t help but bite her lower lip as her blue-haired friend hesitated a moment longer, then unfastened his trousers, letting them drop to the floor, followed soon after by the rest of his clothes. Ryu and Rei, seeing that nudity seemed to be the way to go, followed suit, and Kid and Teepo couldn’t help but stare at the shapely yet masculine bottoms of the three boys as they stepped forward, ready to get to work.

“I hope you won’t think less of me for this,” gasped out Rarity as Serge approached, reaching out to grasp her narrow waist. “But I do believe that dear lady is right: I have an itch, somewhere deep inside, that I simply must have scratched.”

“Hop into the saddle, boys,” giggled Pinkie Pie as she got up onto all-fours, presenting herself fore and aft to the tigerboy and blue-haired dragondude. “Believe me, I’m totally on board with this kind of a cure!”

-

Link didn’t waste time waiting for the others. Once Toriel had him on the right path, he was off like a shot, tearing up the winding, twisting, confusing maze of stairs that crisscrossed the whole of Castlevania. The place was as dark and confusingly twisted as its owner, and Link felt a dark burning hatred within him for that wicked beast. He swore, silently, that he would find the monster at the heart of this darkness, and he would end him.

Dracula.

-

Even though she was as naked (and blue) as a jaybird, Kim had to admit, she really didn’t notice it too much. The soft coat of blue fur she’d sprouted with her change to a lycanthrope made her feel clothed pretty much all the time. She really had to wonder why the furry members of her crew ever bothered with clothes at all.

Speaking of the furry members of her crew, Kiara and Kovu were more-or-less limping along with the rest of her little band. The two lions had gone through a lot, and hadn’t had much rest, but at least they seemed able to keep up for the time being. Brooklyn and Angela, on the other hand, seemed quite full of energy. Angela, at least, had been able to catch a good amount of rest after her violation by the Red Arremer, so that explained that. Brooklyn, however, had been in a situation not that different from the two lions, and yet…and yet he seemed as alert as though he’d just woken from his people’s stone sleep!

Kim had to admit: she was suspicious.

There wasn’t much time to consider that line of thinking, however, as she stuck close behind Captain Claw. The black cat seemed to know his way around the dark tunnels of the dank and eerie castle, and more importantly, he seemed to know where not to go, which in Kim’s book was a lot more important in a place like this.

[http://www.spriters-resource.com/pc_computer/capta...]

Having a fox with a blaster at her back didn’t hurt Kim’s confidence any, either.

“The armory to this evil place is up ahead,” said the Captain, glancing back at the ones following him. “It’s less where the creatures that make this place their home store their gear, and more a place to stow the treasures and equipment of those that have been taken prisoner in this place.” His expression was grim. “As often as not, those prisoners end up reclaiming their weapons...after they’ve had a ‘talk’ with the Count.”

Shuddering at the implications of what Claw had just told her, Kim set her face with a determined expression.

“That’s where they’d have put all my gear, then,” she concluded. “Whatever it takes, we should do everything we can to…”

Trailing off as she came to a stop next to Captain Claw, Kim Possible blinked twice, and then just stared. In front of her, just a short distance down the dim hall, was a gorgeous tiger-striped bum, thrust almost straight toward her and the Captain. The owner of said booty was busily working with a set of picks at a lock, her tail and tushie wiggling in counterpoint to each other as the redheaded catgirl stuck her tongue out one side of her mouth in concentration.

“Hey, what’s the holdup…?” Fox McCloud started to ask, only to come to a complete stop, his jaw dropping at the sight of a truly sweet piece of tail. “oh,” was all he said after that, giving the others plenty of time to catch up, pause, and admire.

[http://bof.wikia.com/wiki/Katt]

“Ooh,” growled the catgirl in frustration. “You make this look so easy, Robin! It’s not fair!”

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Robin_Hood_%28charact...]

With that exclamation, she tossed the lockpicks to the ground and stamped her foot. A cloaked shadow disentangled himself from where he’d been hiding, and for a moment Kim was afraid that it was one of the fox archers that had…well, fortunately it wasn’t. Instead, as he let his hood fall back, Kim was caught off guard once more, this time by the vulpine male’s stunning handsome good looks. Bending to retrieve the lockpicks, making it look like a dashing bow as he did so with a flourish, a hunter’s hat appearing in one hand as though from thin air, the fox set the hat back on his head, and stepped toward the door.

“It’s like this, my lovely Katt,” he explained, twisting the metal implements with an ease born of long practice. Just like that, the door clicked and swung open. “Et viola. And now, why don’t you be a dear, and find out what those fine people down the corridor want?”

Katt’s tail bushed out, and she instantly turned, a heavy staff in her hands with a metal cat’s claw on either end, which she leveled at Captain Claw’s nose.

“Who are you?” she demanded, though she was honestly too cute for Kim to really take her too seriously. “And what do you want? Don’t you know it’s rude to sneak up on people while they’re picking locks? You should be ashamed of yourselves!”

“My apologies,” Captain Claw replied dryly, before doffing his hat and giving Katt a courtly bow. “Captain Nathaniel Joseph Claw, at your service. My companions are special agent Kim Possible, Captain Fox McCloud, Princess Kiara and Prince Kovu, and the gargoyle defenders Angela and Brooklyn.”

[http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Characters/C...]

“Uh,” Katt hesitated, obviously taken aback by Captain Claw’s manners, even as she blushed, biting her lower lip, withdrawing her staff as she curled her tail around her legs, suddenly turning bashful in the presence of the black-furred captain. “Um, well, I’m Katt, and that’s Robin Hood. And there’s this creepy guy called Raphael around here…somewhere. I honestly couldn’t tell you where, since he keeps showing up whenever…”

“Whenever I please,” said a deep voice, gentle on the ears and quite pleasant, save for its intensity. “Or whenever I must.”

[http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Raphael]

“EEK!” squeaked Katt, her tail bushing out again, and this time accompanied by the short fur on her back. “Don’t do that, Raph!” she exclaimed, rounding on the tall human-seeming man with the broad-brimmed hat suddenly standing there, a naked silver rapier in his hand.

Ignoring Katt, Raphael looked over the assembled group, then focused his eyes on Kim. The redheaded foxgirl couldn’t help but notice that his eyes had a hint of red, and seemed to glow softly in the dim light of the corridor.

“I’m here to save my dear one,” he said after a long beat. “The Lord Locksley,” he indicated Robin Hood, “is here to save his dear one as well. We have joined forces to combat the evil that menaces this land, and threatens those most precious to us.”

“And me!” Katt chimed in. “I’m here to help out, too!”

Still ignoring Katt, Raphael pinned Kim with a searching glance.

“And what brings you here?” he finally asked.

Heaving a long, long sigh, then taking in an equally long breath, Kim told him, and Robin, and Katt everything. She didn’t provide all the gory details (especially not about her personal misfortunes), but she didn’t leave out anything that was truly important, and where she wasn’t completely explicit, she provided enough information that what wasn’t said could be easily inferred.

“In the tower,” Robin Hood said softly, coming up alongside Raphael, “the highest tower of this terrible place, Dracula had been collecting young women. There were others in cells and chambers throughout this castle, but most of them are gone now. I don’t believe they’re dead, because I’ve overheard various…persons talking about casting their prisoners through portals, sending them to the ones with whom Dracula is working. Among those Dracula has kept for himself, however, are my wife, the Maid Marian, and the lady Amy Sorel, along with her companions, whom I have not met. My companion, lord Raphael Sorel, is looking for Amy; she’s his daughter. Katt,” he added, giving the tiger-striped feline an indulgent smile, which just made her beam with pride, “is here to help us, as far as I can tell out of the goodness of her bounteous heart.”

“Yep!” Katt agreed. “That’s me! I’m a real heroine, you know. I’ve stopped monsters and demons and…”

While Katt continued to take a mile from the inch Robin had given her, Kim stepped forward, and looked through the door Robin Hood had unlocked.

“Is the armory beyond here?” she asked.

“Sure is!” Katt affirmed, breaking off her self-praise. “Robin was just showing me how to pick locks, so we could go in there and go beat up some badguys!”

“That’s good,” said Kim, backing away from the door, the new, lycanthropy-enhanced muscles beneath her blue pelt bunching in readiness. “Because here they come.”

After all the screaming horrors she’d already faced, Kim honestly thought that nothing could possibly phase her ever again. As the monstrosities that had been set to guard the armory of Castlevania came surging forward, however, she discovered swiftly that she was proven wrong. Very wrong.

But then Captain Claw was there, the golden gauntlet on one hand outstretched, the gemstones studding its surface glowing bright blue. An instant later, a claw-shaped burst of blue energy leapt forth, tearing into the…things that made Castlevania’s depths their home. Tearing into them, and through them.

All the same, even with so many dying, there were more. Many, many more. Things made of dead – at least Kim hoped they were dead – humans stitched together like a centipede. Hulking things without eyes that snarled and lurched and destroyed. Demon things with tentacles for arms. Things that were blobs of decaying flesh shaped more-or-less into the shape of a humanoid. And worse. Much, much worse.

[http://splatterhouse.wikia.com/wiki/Monsters]

With Kim, however, stood fighters without equal, from all parts of the Known Universe. Almost faster than sight could follow, Robin had unslung a bow from his shoulders, and was firing again and again into the mob. Even tired and without weapons, Kiara and Kovu fought with manic fury, and Angela and Brooklyn fought no less furiously, their eyes blazing red and white as their stone-hard claws ripped into twitching flesh. Fox McCloud and Raphael Sorel were lightning fast blurs, and Katt was hardly any slower, blaster and rapier and staff cutting deep and hard and swift.

[65% chance of success – rolled 39, 28, and 10 – all successes]

And then…then there was silence.

Panting, her tongue out unconsciously, Kim dropped the limp figure clutched in her strong hands, doing her best not to think about the way it splattered as it hit the hard stone floor.

“I…I think we won,” she said, looking around at the others. None of them weren’t covered in some sort of unmentionable goo, not even Raphael, though the smudges of substances on his clothes seemed to vanish as Kim looked at them more closely.

“Let’s clear this place out,” said Fox, pulling a few satchel charges from the pouches on his belt. “Then let’s start some fireworks. As deep in the castle as we are, a big enough blast should rock the place right to the foundations.”

“You’re not planning on bringing it down on us, are you?” asked Kiara, her eyes widening in alarm.

“No,” Fox reassured her. “It’ll get a lot of attention, though. Even without the explosion, we’d better clear out of this area: they’ll be all sorts of things coming to see what all the noise is about.”

“Then let’s get started,” said Kim, taking one of Fox’s charges.

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“Ah!” Midna cried out as a stone-hard talon seized her plumply-rounded little bottom, squeezing it tightly, the sharp clawtips digging into her tender flesh. “On chom deut!”

Falling back into the twili language was instinctive for Midna in her distress as she tried to kick back at the owner of that offending talon, only to be answered for her efforts by the rattle of cold iron chains around her ankles, and the cruel laughter of the wicked gargoyles gathered around her. The one groping her ignored her words with a bleating laugh – for his head was very much like that of a curved-horn goat – and began to maul her buns roughly with both strong hands, making Midna grit her teeth as her cheeks began to burn.

Looking around, knowing that the gargoyles knew she was helpless when bound with cold-forged iron, Midna took in her captors with fearful trepidation, while trying to keep a brave face. Their bodies were like smooth marble, sculpted and polished into mishappen, muscular humanoid forms. Marble had many colors, and so did the gargoyles, with red-veined grey being the most common, but black with gold veins, and green with blue veins appearing as well. Some had heads like goats, others like eagles, and still others had heads that she simply couldn’t identify, with beaklike muzzles or bestial, batlike, sharp-toothed mouths with long, lashing tongues.

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What alarmed Midna most, however, was that each of these animate statues was equipped with a very erect stone penis, smooth and run through with veins of the minerals that composed the gargoyles’ bodies. Already dripping precum like rainwater runoff, the horde of winged monstrosities rubbed those rigid lengths against Midna’s smooth, bare skin, letting her feel their warmth, the heat pulsing just beneath the surface. Jerking this way and that, trying desperately to get away from those grotesque, bloated stone organs, Midna couldn’t hold back the pleas for mercy as she begged for mercy in twili, even knowing that the cruel beasts had no concept of mercy, and wouldn’t have shown it to her even if they did.

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Those pleas rose to a high-pitched shriek as, suddenly, one of the gargoyles leaned in, its knifelike tongue darting out, and plunging into Midna’s defenseless quim! Thrashing and crying out in her twili language, Midna shook her head, struggling desperately against the chains that held her fast to the floor, preventing her from rising any higher than all-fours. Another tongue, this one from a beak-faced brute, joined the first, and then a third, this one caressing her aching clitoris with astonishing skill. No! She wasn’t supposed to…to…enjoy this…

“Stop!” Midna wailed in the human language, before swiftly shifting back to her native twili, her mind reeling as much as her words. “Eckt limn tod!”

But the gargoyles only chuckled in cruel anticipation, while another thrust his head downward, making Midna’s sweet voice raise high as her delicate grey-puckered rosebud was teased, and then slowly – oh so slowly – penetrated by another of the long, slender, knifelike tongues. Hands were everywhere now, gripping her, stroking her smooth, supple skin, teasing her breasts, even teasing her nipples until they stood out proud and perked in grey-and-black firmness. A strong talon gripped Midna’s chin, holding her steady, and she whimpered as she watched a gargoyle with a heavy metal mask covering the upper half of its grotesque visage crouch, and then draw close to her. Its tongue extended, and Midna felt it squeeze its claws together slightly, forcing her mouth open despite all her resistance. She was going to be forced to…to…to kiss that monster! Somehow the very thought was even more abhorrent to Midna than the tongues thrusting in and out of her well-stretched folds and tense pucker!

[http://darksouls.wikia.com/wiki/Bell_Gargoyles]

At the first low growl, the gargoyles all suddenly jerked their heads up, eyes blazing with green and red and purple fury. But the growl had only been the start of the attack, and the attacker was moving at the same time the growl turned to a fierce, snarling bark. A grey-green shape suddenly plunged right into the middle of the massed stony monsters, bucking and thrashing and tearing with teeth enhanced with Midna’s own magic, the power of the twilight itself. Under those teeth, and the swings of a length of hard cold iron chain still trailing from one leg, the massive wolf rent his way through the creatures that had dared to harm Midna.

His Midna.

[70% chance of saving Midna – rolled 34, 61, and 50 – all successes!

http://www.noproblo.dayjo.org/ZeldaSounds/TP/index...]

Long minutes later, the rooftop was still, save for the harsh breathing of the muscular wolf in the midst of scattered, shattered corpse-statues, and the softer breathing of Midna as she willed her body to relax, for the signs of her recent defilement to pass.

“Well,” she said, looking up at Link with a light smirk. “It’s about time you showed up.”

Choices

The Ship and the events taking place with Mirage don’t have any votes attached yet – these scenes are still playing out, and will be continued soon.

A general vote:

Is the Baronesss (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baroness_%28G.I._Joe...) working for the good guys or the bad guys? (She is, of course, assumed to be working for herself, no matter which side she is on presently.)

*Casino City

Please suggest names (and possibly sexes) for the following allies:

The gran and cragmoloid girls (just names)

A shistavanan mercenary (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Shistavanen - name and sex)

A togorian grey jedi (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Togorian - name and sex)

Names for a male and a female sangheili, a father and his daughter

Also, Rajah the tiger (Princess Jasmine’s pet) is on the premises. Please vote on the following information about him:

-Corrupted and temporarily villainous or encased in carbonite and needing saving?

-Feral or Anthro?

Do we:

Continue to follow Scooby Doo’s crew?

Or

Shift to Rocket Raccoon’s stealth team?

Finally, should Scooby Doo buy Josie and the Pussycats as slaves? Y/N

If no, should he go into seduction mode? (Random assortment of 1d4 characters attracted)

*Castlevania

No scene – that explosion’s drawn every spare man or monster to investigate.

We’re down to the last few options; please select what you’d like Morrigan’s group to do, and what Kim Possible’s group should do:

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

(65% chance of success, four successes or three failures)

2) Face us, Dracula!

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

3) Join the parties

(No chance of failure, but this will be the only scene that takes place)