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Entry 22

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Casino City

Which scene shall we see first? (pick only one):

Mirage x Carmelita (x Sly x Nobody) – 7

Or

The Dark Queen’s doom – 8 – a close race to the finish

All characters selected for the raid on Jabba’s Palace (those with 3 or more votes were included)

Flamedramon (Digimon) – may turn into Magnamon or Raidramon as needed

Leatherhead (TMNT)

Lt. Shiboline M'Ress

Matt the Anubian

Renamon (Digimon)

Rocket Raccoon

Scooby Doo

Wargreymon (Digimon)

Zeno (http://turtlepedia.wikia.com/wiki/Zeno)

Immediate Party Addition Votes:

As noted, all party additions that weren’t voted into our active party are now removed. Some will find their way into other scenes, while others have been placed on the Chopping Block.

*Castlevania

The Next Scene:

Beast and Belle – 0

Jonathan Talbain – 2

Kasumi – 0

More fun in the Wolf Room – 12

Our next target:

1) Raid the barracks for gear and chaos – 5

2) Let’s go save Brooklyn, the lions, and Kim Possible – 3

3) Save everyone in the Wolf Room (Aleu, Balto, Jenna, Kodi, Midna, Okami, and the Road Rovers) – 6 – winner by a wolf’s whisker

(53% chance of success, four successes or three failures – they’re close to each other)

4) Return upstairs to save Kasumi, Belle, and Beast – 0

5) Face us, Dracula! – 0

6) Split the party – 0

Immediate Party Additions:

Amy Sorel (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Amy) – 2

Raphael Sorel (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Raphael) – 2

Randomly-selected Character (my choice) – 3

(Un)dead adventuring party with awesome gear – 1

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

Ahuizotl (http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Ahuizotl) – 5 – joins the villains

Baroness (GI Joe) – 1

Bonnie & Clyde (http://liloandstitch.wikia.com/wiki/Bonnie\_%26\_Clyde) – 3

Casey Jones (TMNT, original flavor) – 1

Dante (Devil May Cry) – 2

Deadpool (Marvel) – 4

Disgaea characters (List characters you want to see when you vote) – 2

-Almaz von Almandine Adamant

-Etna

-Flonne

-Laharl

-Sapphire Rodonite

-Sicily

Draco (Dragonheart) – 4

Drago and the Demon Sorcerers (Jackie Chan Adventures) – 3

Drakengard dragons (make any desired suggestions for additions) – 3

-Angelus

-Gabriella

-Legna

-Mikhail/Michael

Elesa (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Elesa) – 3

Fallen One (Etrian Odyssey) – 4

Flannery (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Flannery) – 3

Foxy Roxy (http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Brutal:\_Paws\_of\_Fury) – 3

Gardevoir (Pokemon) – 2

Goris the Deathclaw (Fallout) – 3

Harle (villainess from Chrono Cross) – 4

HK-47 (Star Wars KOTOR) – 4

Jenny Wakeman (http://teenagerobot.wikia.com/wiki/Jenny\_Wakeman/XJ-9) – 1

Kid (Chrono Cross) – 4

Lopunny (Pokemon) – 2

Lucario (Pokemon) – 3

Master Chief (HALO) – 3

Medicham (Pokemon) – 2

Naga the White Serpent (http://kanzaka.wikia.com/wiki/Naga\_the\_Serpent) – 3

Papyrus (Undertale) – 1

Zoo Crew (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain\_Carrot\_and\_His\_Amazing\_Zoo\_Crew!) – 2

Raiden (Mortal Kombat, mythic encounter) – 2

Scarlet (GI Joe) – 1

Shelly (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Shelly) – 3

Squirrel Girl (Marvel) – 6 – on her way to save the day

The Six Dragons (Chrono Cross) – 4

Teemo (http://leagueoflegends.wikia.com/wiki/Teemo/Background) – 3

Villager (Animal Crossing, Smash Bros.) – 4

Characters Pending Appearance

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

Anna Puma and Uni Puma (http://www.absoluteanime.com/tank\_police/sisters.htm)

Articuno (mythic encounter, Pokemon)

Asgore Dreemurr (Undertale)

Cha Cha and Kayamba (Monster Hunter)

Doggo (Undertale)

Elemental and Elder Dragons (Etrian Odyssey, mythic encounter)

Foxglove, Gadget Hackwrench, Tammy Squirrel (Chip ‘n Dale’s Rescue Rangers)

sans (Undertale) – 5 – will be added

Serge (http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Serge) – 5 – character will appear

Katt (Breath of Fire 2)

Knyght (Monster Hunter…sort of - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PZPlyxbmzE&feature=youtu.be)

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

Krogans

Natsuki and Batanen (Hyper Police)

Po (Kung-Fu Panda)

Rei (Breath of Fire 3)

Ryu (Breath of Fire 3)

Sangheili (aka Elites, HALO, will also appear as villains)

StarFox Team, Partial (list characters you want to see when you vote):

-Bill Gray

-Falco Lombardi

-Fara Phoenix

-Fay Spaniel

-Katt Monroe

-Miyu Lynx

Tail Concerto Characters

-Alicia

-Beluga Damiens (http://redthehunter.wikia.com/wiki/B%C3%A9luga\_Damiens)

-Cyan

-Flare

-Princess Theria

-Stair

-Waffle

Teepo (Breath of Fire 3)

Turians (Mass Effect)

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

Ursa (Gummi Bears)

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

The Next Villain Scene (reset, 10 votes to take place) – 1

Master Tigress/Okami pairing – 3

Boss, the charr engineer, becomes a voyeur with Riva, the asari comm specialist – 2

Krystal starts training someone in her mental arts (Kim Possible suggested) – 4

Wolf Linkle (Rule 63 Link) – 5

C-3PO vs. Mettaton deathmatch – 3

Tails/Krystal – 4

Carmelita/Rocket – 4

Carmelita/Rocket/Sly Raccoon Sandwich – 2

Taking crew measurements on the ship – 7

Pleasure Island casino, a place for transformations – 3

Gigginox attack (http://monsterhunter.wikia.com/wiki/Gigginox) – 6

Genderswap Stallion – 3

Princess Elsa wears black leather – 1

Daphne and Velma become weredogs (Scooby Snatches) – 4

Kaa/Mirage (will include interrogation) – 6

Zerg led by the Queen of Blades/Kerrigan – 2

Apple family “reunion” – 8 – So happy to see each other

What’s going on in the rest of the universe? – 1

Asriel/Toriel cleansing scene (incest very likely) – 8 – Asriel needs a good cleansing

More Sam and Max silliness – 3

Zeno/Leatherhead – 4

Tails and Bambi dressed as girls – 1

Tails/Stallion (can be mixed with crossdressing) – 1

Kim Possible saves the day (will save those around her at normal chances – no reduction for multiple actions; requires only 5 votes) – 1

Where’s Raven? – 1

Pending Scenes

Mythological Encounter

Mirage/Carmelita – ongoing

Master Tigress demands a rematch with Jon Talbain

Cheshirespace and Coyote (Mythic encounter) – ongoing

Jon Talbain/Bambi

Zeke/Jon Talbain/Amaterasu wolfsome

Angela develops a bondage fetish

Master Tigress/Renamon interaction (futanari Renamon suggested)

Author Notes

Present pregnancy tally:

Angela the gargoyle – pregnant by Red Arremer

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Caroline - pregnant by kzin

Chocolat Gelato – pregnant by Dag the coyote

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Daisy\_%28anime%29 - pregnant by pig cop

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Johanna - pregnant by kzin

Kim Possible – pregnant by hyenas, turning into a blue-furred, red-haired werefox

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Lily\_%28Kanto%29 - pregnant by pig cop

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Violet - pregnant by pig cop

Daphne Blake and Velma Dinkley – pregnant by Scooby Doo

Okami Amaterasu – pregnant by Coyote, the trickster god, has four pups on the way

Again, I’d like to note that if I don’t mention that someone is impregnated during the course of a story, then I didn’t hit the pregnancy percentage chance. Under normal circumstances, this is 10%, but will be noted when it varies.

If there’s any interest, I can also post a list of the present set of villains on the Council of Evil. This will include villains selected by myself, and also those chosen by the readership. Just mention if you’d like to see something like that, and I can include it in a later entry. Unless, of course, you’d prefer that information remain a surprise – mention that too.

Also, here’s a nifty link: http://www.classicmarvelforever.com – for if you wanted some ideas for characters to vote in. As far as I can tell, everything on that site is both free and legal.

UFC Entry 22

Besides the two figures seated in the lotus position on the floor, the bridge was completely empty. Master Tigress had shooed the asari bridge bunnies out not long after she’d arrived with Princess Luna, and the two were seated, facing each other from a short distance away. If either of them bent forward slightly, their foreheads would touch. Which, considering Luna’s spiraled horn, might be a painful prospect.

No progress. Even without any words being said, Master Tigress knew it, and so did Princess Luna. Whatever strange, clawing infection had taken root deep in her belly, in the depths of her being, it was powerful, too powerful for simple meditation to root out.

“I’m going to become Nightmare Moon again, aren’t I?” she asked, lifting her head, her shining blue eyes meeting Master Tigress’ amber ones. “I can feel her coming out, taking over.” She lowered her head in despair, the stars in her shimmering mane already starting to go out, one by one. “She’s going to get out, and there’s nothing I can do to stop her.”

“No,” said Master Tigress, rising to her feet, padding toward the trembling young princess. “No, I’ll keep you safe, Princess. I swear to you, I’ll do everything I can to drive back the darkness.”

Letting her gentle side show, Master Tigress wrapped her arms around the slim filly, holding her firmly, but not with painful tightness. She squeezed her eyes shut, and knew Luna was doing the same, as though closeness enough would stop the darkness from overtaking her.

Then Master Tigress opened her eyes, just in time to see Luna’s flutter open as well. No, not Luna. Princess Luna’s eyes weren’t slitted like Master Tigress’ own. Her teeth weren’t razor-sharp, and her velvet-soft fur didn’t look like a piece of the inky black sky of a moonless night torn free of its home.

Muscles tensing, Master Tigress tried to pull away, knowing she was in for a fight. But that soft hair flowed around her, lashing around her limbs like the tentacles of some primordial beast of the dark trenches. Lifted into the air, struggling with all her might, Master Tigress’ eyes were open wide, her teeth bared as she stared down at her new enemy – one that had been a friend! – with a pounding heart.

“Princess!” she cried out, before a whisper-soft tendril of luminous hair caressed her mouth…then forced itself inside!

“You are too late, foalish tiger,” said Nightmare Moon, standing taller than life, her presence seeming to fill the entirety of the bridge – of the world! – as the shadows deepened all around. “Far, far too late.”

“But I’m not,” came a voice from the bridge door, and Krystal walked in, staff held defensively before her, its crystal tip blazing bright blue light. “Princess Luna, I know you’re still in there. You’ve got to fight Nightmare Moon if you want to be free!”

“Foal,” chuckled the darkling mare, tendrils of shining darkness reaching out on all sides around the slim blue vixen, who continued to approach, seemingly heedless of her peril on all sides. “You truly think you have a chance against me! I am no weak and mewling princess, content to play her games and hide behind a veil of shyness in public, while guiding others subtly through their dreams. I am a queen! Where Princess Luna serves, I rule!” Her slitted eyes narrowed, and she bent slightly, to look Krystal in the eyes, her sharp teeth bared as she grinned wickedly. “And what I want…I take!”

“Mrah!” grunted Master Tigress, as the tendrils of Nightmare Moon’s mane shredded her clothes with ease, the fine gold stitching splitting along with the red and black silk of top and bottom. The striped feline’s compact, muscled body tensed, veins showing on her arms and legs and neck as she pitted her strength against that of the dark goddess reawakened. But all in vain.

“Mrew!” Master Tigress half-gasped, half-mewed as still more of that astonishingly dexterous mane began to stroke against her bared body, caressing her sides and flanks with gentleness. While the grip on her limbs stayed more firm than cold steel, that touch was luxurious warm velvet. The tigress grit her teeth, her cheeks suddenly flushing as one especially adventurous tendril teased its way up and over her breast, circling the tiny pink nipple.

“So you see, little foal,” taunted Nightmare Moon, turning her grinning gaze toward Krystal, who continued to advance slowly toward the nightmare goddess, “I don’t need to be made free; I am free!”

As she spoke, Nightmare Moon turned her head, seeming to ignore Krystal, and so-very-lightly blew a soft breath across Master Tigress’ exposed nethers. The powerful feline’s entire body tensed at that delicate touch of cool air, her chest heaving faster now, even as her lower regions started to grow almost as flushed as her cheeks. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, Master Tigress continued to try and jerk free of the powerful tentacles gripping her by wrists and ankles, holding her upright, spread-eagled, her body gyrating in midair, even as each gentle touch of those tentacles against her exposed, naked fur and flesh made her feel a sense of desperate urgency, a need to escape before…before…

“Princess Luna liked you,” Nightmare Moon whispered in Master Tigress’ ear, a delicate, long-fingered hand cupping the helpless feline’s chin, tilting the dazed-looking tigress’ eyes up as they fluttered open, to look into the slitted ones of the nightmare queen. “You were very sweet to her, very understanding. If she were still around, I’m sure she’d want to apologize for ripping the lovely clothes you lent her. But I’m afraid she’s not here…and never will be again. I may not feel her sense of gratitude…but I do feel her desires.” Nightmare Moon’s sharp-toothed smile widened, and Master Tigress hissed sharply through her teeth as those hands began to caress the small, pert nubs of her breasts. “She desired you, lovely little kitten. And so do I.”

Panic showing on her face at last, Master Tigress strained with all her might against the shimmering misty tentacles holding her fast. She could have no idea the sight she presented: a powerful, confident woman, strong and skilled, now helpless, all her long years of training both body and mind insufficient to save her from the doom that drew steadily nearer with every passing second.

Doom arrived, suddenly and completely, as Nightmare Moon’s lips met Master Tigress’.

For just an instant, Master Tigress’ eyes opened wide as she was so lovingly kissed, gentle hands stroking her back and sides, stopping just above the dimples to either side of her lashing tail. Then, gradually, that tail began to slow its lashing, then went limp, even as Master Tigress’ eyes grew heavy-lidded, her breathing growing slower, more even. When her eyes finally closed, she was kissing Nightmare Moon back.

Looking up, Krystal could see a sinuous length of Nightmare Moon’s flowing tail arch upward, caressing Master Tigress’ bared, presented pudenda. All her former strength and resistance forgotten, Master Tigress moaned at the tender, intimate touch, her hips arching into the dark goddess’ efforts. She was kissing Nightmare Moon back now, showing a ferocity, a desperate, needy hunger that Krystal almost couldn’t believe from her prior observations of the serious kung-fu master.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” the blue-furred vixen quipped softly, before she took another step forward, and then another, keeping her staff turned toward the tentacles of velvet night that tried to reach out and seize hold of her. “Nightmare Moon,” she called out suddenly, spreading her arms. “You don’t need to do this!”

“Of course I do,” murmured the darkling deity, breaking her kiss with Master Tigress just long enough to speak, before she started to nibble her way down the helpless feline’s exposed neck, and then down the plush white fur of her underbelly. “I need this…I’ve needed it for so very, very long.”

“You don’t understand,” Krystal continued, before lifting the staff high in both hands. “You don’t need to take…what is freely offered.”

Pausing, Nightmare Moon turned to look at the slender little vixen, sweet and tempting in the midst of the tentacles surrounding her. Princess Luna had swiftly developed a crush on this tender, delectable morsel almost from the moment she’d first met her, a crush almost as big as the one she’d developed for that human woman, the bounty hunter…Samus Aran, wasn’t it? But then, it was only natural for a princess of dreams to develop feelings for others; that was the main part of her work: helping others, joining with them at their most vulnerable and intimate time, becoming a part of their dreams, and then guiding them toward light and healing. Princess Luna’s nature was to reach out to others, to help others, to give of herself utterly and completely, and deny herself at all times. To deny her needs in favor of what others needed.

Then Krystal bent forward, and laid the staff on the floor.

Licking her lips, Nightmare Moon let herself settle into a chair, Master Tigress dangling just a short distance away, within easy reach. Naturally, the wicked goddess took full advantage of this closeness, her sharp teeth delicately closing on a tender, vulnerable little nipple, teasing its erect pinkness with her tongue until the mighty kung-fu master was moaning and squirming in the net in which she’d been trapped, but not in any sort of resistance. No, not now.

Blazing blue eyes fixed on her, even as their owner wetly suckled on her helpless victim’s other nipple, hands stroking the striped back with steadily-increasing eagerness, Krystal stood in the midst of the maelstrom all around her, feeling how vulnerable she was. Without her staff, she didn’t stand a chance against a goddess of such overwhelming power. Heck, she hadn’t stood much of a chance with the staff. Feeling herself watched with a scrutiny beyond common mortal ability, knowing that the swirling night all around her was seeing her from every angle, perhaps even looking into her soul, Krystal let her own eyes flutter shut, and just let herself go.

Reaching between her breasts, Krystal unclasped the little gold bauble set there, one arm moving to cover herself as she held out the skimpy top with the other. That Nightmare Moon was pleased was obvious, as she licked her lips with a sharp-pointed tongue that was much too long for Krystal’s comfort, and at the sight of which, Master Tigress wasn’t quite able to suppress the tiniest of whimpers.

Reaching down, still keeping herself more-or-less covered with her other arm, Krystal unlatched the little gold clasp holding her loincloth snugged against her body, then moved her hand just in time to conceal the view as the soft linen dropped to the floor of the bridge. Eyes alight with a predatory hunger, Nightmare Moon turned her rising lust on Master Tigress, sensing that the payoff would be more than worth the wait, if only she could control herself from ravishing the naked blue vixen too soon.

Giving a sharp cry, Master Tigress’ whole body arched, her small breasts thrusting upward as she was tilted slowly back, her thighs parted even further. That cry grew louder, more high-pitched, as Nightmare Moon’s muzzle thrust between those spread thighs, abnormally long tongue outthrust, dripping copious saliva as it aimed straight for the tender pink slit of the helpless tigress…and then wriggled its way inside.

“NYYAAAAAH!” wailed Master Tigress, her whole body jerking and gyrating, her eyes wide and unseeing as her inner depths were so wetly, messily plundered.

Feeling herself more than a little turned on as she watched Nightmare Moon slowly close the distance between her muzzle and Master Tigress’ white-framed quim, using her long tongue as the line of connection, Krystal took a step forward, giving her hips a deliberate sway. Just as she was watching them, both Nightmare Moon and Master Tigress were watching her, and the feeling of those eager eyes on her naked body soon made Krystal’s tender places moisten to glistening slickness.

Now very close to Nightmare Moon, Krystal started to work her hips, swaying a little at first, and then faster, more confidently as she got into her role. Her breathing coming faster now, her cheeks deeply flushed, Krystal let her hands caress their way down her body, no longer quite covering herself, but not revealing everything that was hers, not just yet. Fluffy foxtail moving just so, obscuring her lower regions from view in the most scanty and strategic of ways, Krystal let herself start to shake like a tree in the wind, arching forward and then back. All the lessons she’d learned on the end of General Scales’ leash came flooding back, and she let her eyes close, losing herself in the dance. Jerk, and kick, and bump, and grind. The room was silent now, and Krystal could let herself get lost in the music in her mind, imagining that she was in front of a bathroom mirror, or all alone in the big ballet room where she’d taken dance lessons as a kit.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KtwieE6nOk – maybe not to this music, but it was too cute not to share]

Krystal’s efforts were wasted on neither Nightmare Moon nor Master Tigress. Two pairs of slitted eyes, one blue, the other amber, stayed fixed on the sleek slip of a vix, glued to every bounce of her pert, perfect breasts, which just begged to be mauled and abused in all the best ways, and every flick of that beautiful tail, revealing only so much of her so-squeezable little bottom, just the perfect size to fit into a pair of eager hands. And that tiny slit…Nightmare Moon’s eyes blazed as she ravished Master Tigress without mercy, her tongue lashing against the trembling tigress’ cervix, and then back against her A-spot, then rippling along its length to stimulate her G-spot as well. Master Tigress yowled like a cat in heat, her screams incoherent at first, but then gradually becoming discernible as names: Krystal, and Princess Luna.

Hearing the name of her other self, Nightmare Moon started, her tongue jerking free of Master Tigress’ copiously-gushing cunny as she gasped softly.

“No,” she declared, but not as firmly as she would have liked. “No, that’s not me. I’m not that weakling, that emotional recluse. I’m…”

“You’re whoever you want to be, Princess,” said Krystal, and Nightmare Moon turned just in time to see that the supple little vix had approached while she’d been distacted, and was now only a bare whisker away. “Isn’t that what it means to be the goddess of dreams?”

“It’s not like that,” Nightmare Moon tried to get out, shaking her head. But she’d loosened her grip on Master Tigress in her time of confusion, and suddenly cried out as a strong paw gripped the back of her head, turning her to look into the firm-muscled feline’s amber eyes.

“Please,” the goddess of nightmares whimpered softly, shaking her head, pleading for mercy with her eyes. “Please…”

No mercy was given, as Master Tigress pulled Nightmare Moon closer…and kissed her like a savage, growling low and deep in her throat as she plundered the other woman’s mouth. For just a moment Master Tigress let Nightmare Moon up for air, but the panting pony had only a matter of moments before her lips were caught once more, this time by Krystal, as the beautiful azure vix matched her skill against Master Tigress’ enthusiasm.

Struggling, but ineffectually, Nightmare Moon was lifted by the other two women, hauled up onto the planning table of the bridge – mostly by Master Tigress’ incredible strength, though Krystal did help – before they caught hold of the diaphanous tresses of her flowing tail and mane. Even as the goddess of nightmares struggled, whimpering and pleading loudly and almost incoherently, Master Tigress and Krystal worked together, using those wispy strands of pure starry night to lash Nightmare Moon wrist and ankle to the table, spreading her out, leaving her feeling utterly helpless and exposed.

Whatever was done to her now, it wasn’t her fault, wasn’t anything of her doing. That knowledge set Nightmare Moon free, even as her body was tightly bound, ropes of pure night lashed beneath and around her breasts and inner thighs, frog-tying her into position, splayed and immobile and completely at the mercy of these two dominant females.

For just a moment, Master Tigress hesitated. She wasn’t like this! But Krystal was so sure of herself, so confident as she crawled up onto the table, her mischievous fox’s face and wagging tail above her perfect bare booty enough to set off something primal and needy inside Master Tigress. She would have satisfaction!

Crawling up alongside Krystal, the two women began kissing Nightmare Moon, almost exactly the same way that she’d been kissing Master Tigress just a short while before. Lips nibbled and tongues licked across supple bare flesh, and the squirming goddess gasped and moaned as she wriggled against the bonds of her own making, bonds that not even she could hope to break. Her nipples glowed like tiny stars before their light was eclipsed by the greedy muzzles of the two women, Krystal’s and then Master Tigress’ hands caressing Nightmare Moon’s smooth, flat tummy, top to bottom, just barely turning to the side right before reaching that tender, vulnerable, gushing little slit just beneath her nightblack pubis.

Opening her mouth, ready to beg for…she wasn’t sure what, Nightmare Moon’s eyes opened wide as Krystal shoved her loincloth into Nightmare Moon’s muzzle, effectively gagging her as Krystal bound the cloth behind the gorgeous, ink-furred female’s head. Losing her ability to even speak left Nightmare Moon writhing even more vigorously, her whimpers soon turning to squeals as Krystal started kissing her way down the path that her delicate, gentle hands had already traversed many times. Master Tigress could only watch, wide-eyed and panting with arousal, her gaze glued on Krystal as she lovingly stroked a hand down, this time not holding back, caressing Nightmare Moon’s jet slit, then parting it, revealing the small galaxy of stars contained within, her clitoris its Pole Star.

“Touch her cutie mark,” Krystal murmured as she leaned closer, then closer still to Nightmare Moon, while the bound goddess’ eyes widened at those words, as much as the feel of the vixen’s hot breath on her most tender places. “Ponies are really sensitive there.”

Glancing up to see Nightmare Moon shaking her head, whimpering sweetly, Master Tigress hesitated, but only for a moment. Then her muzzle spread in a sharp-toothed grin that would have astonished anyone who knew her, before she bent, and slowly – so…very…slowly… – rasped her broad feline tongue over the purple-framed crescent moon of Nightmare Moon’s cutie mark.

As Master Tigress let her paws join the fun, groping and squeezing and then savagely mauling the poor goddess’ buns, Nightmare Moon began to drool out the side of her gagged mouth, her whimpers turning to high-pitched squeals, even as her entire body tensed up, jerking upward, her gorgeous, statuesque breasts thrusting upward, star-bright nipples glowing with renewed radiance. It was more than any sane creature could take, and her eyes snapped open wide as she screamed into her gag, every muscle in her body fluttering as she came.

Right as Nightmare Moon’s minutes-long orgasm (for it was a single very long orgasm, rather than a series of lesser ones) just got started in earnest, Krystal’s muzzle lunged downward, like a fox diving into snow for a mouse, and a blast of radiant light shot out around the Cerinian’s face, forcing her to close her eyes as she put her muzzle to good, hard work, slick, luscious slurping sounds filling the room, almost as loudly as Nightmare Moon’s muffled screams. So intent was Krystal on licking up every last drop of those indescribably delicious juices, as sweet as anything she’d tasted in a dream, she didn’t notice Nightmare Moon’s slitted eyes widen, and then return to their former circular shape. Master Tigress noticed, however, and lifted her head to look down into the goddess’ face, her smile gentle, even tender.

“It’s all right, Princess,” she murmured in the bound girl’s ear, before nibbling it lightly, one large paw carefully pulling the gag out of her muzzle. “It’s all right.”

Before Princess Luna could respond, Master Tigress was kissing her, and soon their tongues were wrestling even as their nipples, pink and starglowing, were rubbing firmly together. At the same time, Krystal’s tongue arched upward, licking with a frenzy at the tight-bound princess’ clitty, battering it with all the best attention, until Luna’s body arched once more, and she was screaming into Master Tigress’ muzzle, the starless night of her fur suddenly giving way to the light night blue of Princess Luna’s coat, the effect like drops of ink splashed into a painter’s water jar. Krystal’s hands caressed Princess Luna’s cutie mark, and soon the darkened crescent turned to pure silver, while the nightblack of the rest of her body soon retreated, until it had flowed over and covered the blotchy purple of Nightmare Moon’s cutie mark.

Suddenly it was just too much for the young princess, and her entire body slumped to the table, utterly limp and even more utterly spent. She lay there, panting for breath, her cheeks almost literally glowing with the flush of her afterglow, while Master Tigress and Krystal tenderly unbound the little princess, letting her limbs relax and splay outward in total relaxation.

“You…you brought me back,” Princess Luna got out, her words wondering, as much a question as a statement.

“Helping our captain and one of his mates understand each other made me realize what was wrong,” Krystal explained, licking Princess Luna’s cheek – and then Master Tigress’! – with her dainty pink tongue, making both girls blush at the cute little gesture. “You were repressed, and the darkness that women put in you was acting on your repression – on what you felt was wrong, and didn’t want to let go. So, all you had to do to shake it off was let yourself accept the part of you that you’ve always felt was taboo, and had to be hidden from everyone, including yourself.”

“Thank you,” said Luna, a sleepy smile spreading over her face, before she started to curl up on the table. Glancing at Krystal, Master Tigress shrugged, and then pressed herself firmly against Princess Luna’s back, her thick, soft fur better than any blanket. Luna mrred happily, and cuddled back into the strong tigress’ body almost immediately.

Unable to keep herself from smiling at the adorable sight of the pair snuggled up on the table, Krystal turned, picking up her clothes and staff as she quietly exited the room.

“I’ll make sure nobody bothers you for a while,” she whispered, just loud enough for Master Tigress to twitch an ear to indicate that she’d heard. Then Krystal stepped outside, letting the door slide shut behind her.

*

“No!” cried out the Dark Queen as she felt her limbs suddenly seized from out of the starry darkness surrounding her. “No! Unhand me! Release me, you fools!”

“We would have to be fools to obey such a command, Your Highness,” came the now far-too-familiar voice of Matt, the anubian who’d baited her right in her lair. The slender black jackal stepped out of the darkness, and as she cast her eyes around, the Dark Queen could see the gleaming red eyes of many more jackals, these ones far more muscular than Matt, and every one of them just as naked. “We will release you…after your powers have been stripped from you, and you are no longer a danger to us, or to anyone.”

Gesturing with one hand, Matt turned, and the Dark Queen, struggling with all her might against the strong hands gripping her, was born along toward what she knew instinctively would be her doom. As she was carried through the night sky of Mirage’s realm, she could gradually make out more details, until she realized that she was being carried over a road made of gleaming golden bricks, toward a ziggurat made of the same sort of brick. Her eyes widened as she saw the great altar at the top, and knew that was to be her destination.

“I am the great Dark Queen!” she almost screamed in fear and fury. “The mistress of evil! The head of the Dark Pantheon! Mother of monsters! Consort of darkness! Tiamat! Takhisis! Queen of Many Colors and None! You can’t do this to me! You can’t!”

Still screaming with all her might, the Dark Queen was lowered to the cool altar surface, and her wrists and ankles firmly forced into sturdy shackles, too strong even for her to break, not even with all her divine might.

[http://vic55b.deviantart.com/art/BT-Dark-Queen-Bedspread-94602610 is a very appropriate image, I felt; also https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Takhisis for my take on another form of the Dark Queen – there certainly is a resemblance]

Right in the midst of her multitude of demands, the Dark Queen felt a pair of gentle but very insistent hands press a thick ballgag to her mouth, and then pop it smoothly between her lips before the now spread-eagled fallen goddess could do anything to resist. Casting her ocean-dark blue eyes around, the Dark Queen looked up at Sheema, the dancing girl she’d forgone stealing from Mirage, choosing the more voluptuous – and more human-seeming – Felicia instead. Now the scantily-clad katta girl’s green eyes sparkled like emeralds as she stepped away from the altar, descending to a lower tier of the ziggurat, and began to dance.

As Sheema made a slow circuit of the ziggurat’s top, her skill as a dancer obvious with each perfectly-timed positioning of paws and hands, the Dark Queen became aware of music. At first she’d thought it only a trick of Sheema’s infectious dancing, but soon the sound of drums and pipes and viols could be heard, filling the air, even as more of the small feline people, the kattas, joined their instrumental skill to the dance of Sheema. On the drums were jackalmen, the brown-furred raiders of the desert, rather than the god-raised anubians who stood, muscled and dominating, all around the altar, glorious and powerful in their unclothed state.

[http://questforglory.wikia.com/wiki/Jackalmen]

Suddenly, before the Dark Queen’s eyes, a shimmering silhouette appeared, a felinoid outline filled inside with stars. Immediately recognizing the blazing green eyes, the Dark Queen sneered at the shadow form of Mirage, defying the self-proclaimed goddess of evil. The muzzle of the apparition spread wide, revealing teeth gleaming like stars, as Mirage laughed, and reached down, seizing the Dark Queen’s bustier. With a simple wrench, the feline goddess easily jerked the tight-fitting one piece down the Dark Queen’s body, letting her full breasts free to bounce and jiggle, then tossed the leather garment aside careless, soon following it with the Dark Queen’s cape. The thigh-high boots and elbow-length gloves, however, she left, apparently liking how they looked on the suddenly denuded goddess.

“So beautiful,” cooed Mirage, caressing the Dark Queen’s large, full breasts, cradling them as though to to heft them for weight, each the size of a plump, ripe ambrosia melon, then circling her shadowstuff hands around the yielding flesh of the helpless goddess, until her wide, surprisingly pink nipples were proudly erect, little dimples clearly visible all around the rim of their aureoles. “Mmm,” she purred, closing her semi-substantial lips around each plump teat, one by one, alternating back and forth, turning her head this way and that until the Dark Queen was moaning into her gag, mewling like a kitten as her inner thighs quivered with rapidly-building arousal.

Pulling away with a wet ‘pop,’ Mirage’s shadow took a step back, stroking her clawtips almost lovingly across the Dark Queen’s brow, smoothing back a stray lock of hair from the helpless goddess’ face.

“A pity I can’t be here in person,” Mirage explained. “But right now, I am most…occupied. However, I’m sure my servants can keep you properly entertained. Ma’at,” she said, turning to the slender, bespectacled anubian standing by the altar, “bring me her heart.”

“Mmm!” the Dark Queen fairly screamed into her gag as she realized what Mirage had just said. “Mmm mm mmmm!”

Squirming and struggling on the altar, her full, gravity-defying breasts jiggling in a most enticing fashion, the Dark Queen stared up at the anubian as he approached, then stood over her. Giving her a slow, cruel, sharp-toothed smile, the slender male reached forward, taking his time, drawing out the moment as the Dark Queen fought frantically against her bonds, doing all she could to call up whatever divine power remained to her. Fought, and failed, as the anubian’s hand rested just below her left breast.

With a loud gasp, the Dark Queen saw Matt’s hand slip straight into her flesh, passing through her beach-tanned skin as though it were mist, before her whole body jerked upward, bending almost double as she let out a loud, despairing wail! Gritting his teeth with the effort, Matt caught hold of something deep within the Dark Queen…then wrenched it out with a loud bark of triumph! Holding the throbbing, pulsing thing above his head, letting the Dark Queen slump back to the altar, limp and spent, her nude body bathed in a sheen of sweat, the anubian turned this way and that, showing off what he’d seized from the Dark Queen to all the assembled worshipers. Then he turned once more, this time to Mirage’s shadow form, and held out the heart of the Dark Queen – her true heart, a throbbing piece of her purest, most potent divine powers, the very essence of what made her a goddess.

Greedily seizing the pulsing essence, shadow Mirage clutched it tightly, her razor-sharp teeth gleaming as she grinned down at it. Then, raising the pulsing thing up, while its beat grew faster, harder, until it drowned out even the steady tom-tom of the drums, she held it before her eyes, ignoring the frantic cries of the Dark Queen as she struggled on the nearby altar, trying desperately to beg Mirage for mercy through the ballgag. Casting a last, lingering glance toward the doomed Dark Queen, Mirage gave her victim a final feral smile…and then swallowed the heart whole.

Her entire body going taut like a bowstring, the Dark Queen arched upward, frozen in that position by the raw force of power flowing out of her, and into Mirage. No mortal eyes could see the transfer, but the anubians, servants of the gods, saw it, and knew that Mirage was growing in strength, while the Dark Queen diminished. Then, finally, the Dark Queen sank back to the altar, gasping for breath, no strength left in her body for many long minutes. Of course, Mirage hadn’t stolen all of the Dark Queen’s power – only most of it. Enough remained that the Dark Queen could survive the ordeal about to come.

“My loyal minions,” shadow Mirage addressed the assembled anubians, motioning with her hands toward the bound and helpless dark-haired woman on the altar, “help yourselves.”

Dissipating save for the green eyes, which lingered as an afterimage on the Dark Queen’s vision, Mirage’s shadow self departed, and with her went the Dark Queen’s only hopes. Looking around, fear showing in her face for the first time, the feeling of utter, complete helplessness – of being almost mortal – froze her chest where her heart should have been, and set her to desperately screaming as she fought against her bonds.

All in vain.

True to type, the jackalmen would wait until the larger, more powerful anubians had finished before they had their share. As for the katta, they were only there to provide a musical accompaniment, and seemed quite content to watch, filling their heads with erotic fantasies that would fuel their nights when they returned home to be with their mates. Sheema’s dance grew wilder, more frenzied, as she cast off her top, letting her pert, upthrust, streamlined breasts jiggle freely as she eagerly shook her bobtail, to the enthusiastic howls of the jackals and those anubians that weren’t actively taking their turns with the Dark Queen right then.

As for the anubians, they closed in around the Dark Queen, massive, uncut erections proudly displayed, dripping and ready for action. One especially eager – and well-hung! – individual straddled the Dark Queen’s waist, slapping his heavy black slab of male meat between her full breasts, then mashing them roughly together as he started to immediately thrust into the snug channel so created. Another of the cruel black-furred beasts grabbed the Dark Queen’s head, forcing it up to stare straight down the barrel of the rapidly-thrust cock between her breasts, before his other hand grabbed the ballgag, yanking it out. Before she could even begin to vocalize her outrage, her face was forced a little bit more forward, and suddenly she was being face-raped by the cock pumping between her heavy mammaries!

Her head now jerked back, the Dark Queen choked and gagged loudly as she was force-fed the rigid shaft of the male holding her long, dark hair. Suddenly the Dark Queen started squealing like a common girl as four or five or more of the anubians crouched between her spread legs, and soon her untrimmed pussy was the center of a maelstrom of lashing tongues and gnawing lips. The slurping, smacking, noshing sounds of the anubians devouring her tasty divine quim, kept supernaturally tight thanks to her regenerative abilities, was counterpointed by the Dark Queen’s loud screech around her throatfull of fat black jackalcock, as another pair of tongues thrust their way into her anal pucker, violating her untouched rear passage! Not even Big Blag had been allowed to have her back there!

Minutes, or perhaps hours later – the Dark Queen couldn’t tell in the starry darkness of Mirage’s realm – the helpless Dark Queen moaned piteously as she was hoisted over the hips of another anubian, straddling him, and then lowered nice and slow onto his proud upthrust penis. As she felt his balls press against her flawless bottom, the Dark Queen arched her back, her teeth tightly-clenched as she felt the massive male push his way past her cervix. Without her former divine power to protect her, it was only a matter of time before she’d be made pregnant during her time of enslavement by Mirage. Perhaps not this time, perhaps not the next, but eventually she’d be made into a breeder for these…these…filthy animals!

“Wha-No!”

Another anubian was mounting her from behind, pushing her forward until her breasts squeezed against the chest of the anubian beneath her. His heavily-leaking glans found her rosebud, then mercilessly spread it open, plunging inside. The anubian anally plundering the Dark Queen was vigorous and very enthusiastic at his job, making her body rock back and forth as the slap of his hips against her rounded buns sent ripples radiating through her entire body.

“AAAAHHH-mph!” the Dark Queen tried to cry out, but soon her mouth was plugged yet again by another of the supernaturally randy male beasts, her eyes leaking tears as he choked her with his thick length.

As load after load of thick male cream filled her, covered her, coated her skin, the Dark Queen’s mind sank into itself. There would be no escape for her, and no mercy. No more mercy than she'd offered to the victims that had fallen into her clutches in the very near past. For the rest of eternity, she would be Mirage’s slave, and it was only a matter of time before her mind finally surrendered, forever, to the bliss of mindless servitude.

Closing her eyes, the Dark Queen le the savagery of her defilement wash over her, filling her, consuming her utterly.

*

All eyes turned in the dimly-lit room as the large portcullis on the far end made a loud clank noise, and then started to slowly rise, clacking loudly with each short interval. All eyes, that is, except Amaterasu’s – she was still more than a little blissed out from her recent encounter with Coyote.

Beyond the rising bars, several massive forms, thick-muscled and each almost as tall as a horse, waited, gleaming red eyes staring out of the darkness like sizzling embers, their sharp teeth dripping with eager saliva as they lifted their muzzles, scenting the air. But rather than advance immediately, the wargs held back, restrained by some unseen impulse. Soon, however, what – or, rather, who – was holding the wargs back became apparent, as a tall, bipedal figure walked past the tight-packed demon-wolves.

“Steele!” Jenna cried out in shock, while her mate, Balto, raised his hackles at the blue-eyed Malamute walking into the room.

Though none of those in the room could have known it (save, perhaps, Amaterasu, in that way that the gods always know a great deal more than they ever reveal to mortals), Steele’s body had undergone a change not at all dissimilar to the one undergone by Scooby Doo far to the south, in the hotter climes. He was taller now, broader of shoulder, and much, much more muscular. The effects of lycanthropy on those who were already canids was far more potent, and far more controlled, but it also introduced an element of the sinister that wasn’t typically present in the sufferer, a dark, primal instinct that came from the darkest, most repressed part of the soul. In Steele’s case, that dark part hadn’t been terribly far from the surface in the first place. Now what few inhibitions he’d had were completely gone, and he intended to make good use of his new, more powerful state.

“Hello, Jenna,” the strong-thewed Malamute almost purred in his deep, silken voice as he stepped forward, one hand stroking the underside of the strawberry husky’s muzzle. Jenna jerked her face away, curling her lip in disgust. “Long time no see,” Steele continued, as though he hadn’t been snubbed, turning his ice blue eyes toward Balto, his grin cruel.

“You betrayed us, Steele,” said Balto, glaring hard at the smug Malamute. “You guided our ship here, let us be captured. Why, Steele? Why did you turn on us?”

“You stole Jenna out from under my nose,” growled Steele, glancing down at Jenna, and then toward her pups, Kodi and Aleu. “Dared to sire at least one of your wolf-tainted brood into her belly. Get to be everybody’s hero, while I sink into obscurity. Take me on as a crewmate out of what you call pity, just so you can rub your successes in my nose. And now you dare to ask why I turned on you?” Then Steele’s muzzle spread once more into a sharp-toothed smile. “I guess you’re not the only one whose got a thing for wolf-bloods, Jenna,” he quipped, glancing at the husky woman struggling against the chains holding her firmly shackled to the floor. “I’ve decided to let bygones be bygones – if you can’t beat ‘em, after all, join ‘em. And I’ve got to admit, some of those wolfgirls on our ship had some sweet buns. Almost as sweet as yours, Jenna,” he added, making Jenna wince as the powerful Malamute’s paw closed on her forcibly presented rump, despite her efforts to cover herself with her tail.

The Road Rovers traded horrified looks. While Balto had been the captain of their craft, and his family the crew, they had been the protectors of their precious passengers: the lupine princesses, each from their own nation, Kate and Lupe, accompanied by their personal bodyguards and confidants, Lilly for Kate, and the wolfgirls Leeta and Lyco for Lupe.

[http://alphaandomegafilm.wikia.com/wiki/Kate

http://alphaandomegafilm.wikia.com/wiki/Lilly

http://sonic.wikia.com/wiki/Lupe\_Wolf

http://sonic.wikia.com/wiki/Leeta

http://sonic.wikia.com/wiki/Lyco]

“So I’ve decided to start a harem,” Steele concluded. “The guy in charge doesn’t seem that interested in our kind of blood, and check out what joining the winning side has done for my body,” he added, flexing a massive bicep. “Aw, don’t be like that, Jenna: you’re going to like being in my harem.” He leaned down close, and Jenna couldn’t suppress a whimper as Steele nibbled on her ear. “You, and Kodi, and even Aleu.” Steele’s eyes turned up, meeting Balto’s. “Don’t worry, Balto: I’ll let you watch while I knock up your mate, and your daughter, and after I’m done with your son, he’ll be so fat with cum in his belly, you’d think he was knocked up.”

Straightening, Steele glanced to the side, where the brave wolfchild, Aleu, was snarling at him, her eyes defiant. Casually, Steele slapped her taut young rump, making her start and yelp in shock, her eyes comically wide.

“Dig in, boys,” he growled to the wargs. “But leave those four,” he indicated Balto and his family, “for me. I want ‘em to watch while you pound the others, hard. Give ‘em a taste of what happens if they don’t keep me happy.”

“Gah!” the Doberman cried out suddenly, his whole sleekly-muscled body going rigid beneath his supple black-and-brown fur as a warg approached from the rear, out of view of the other Rovers. “Stop that! Stop sniffing my tushie you schweinkatze! That is verboten! You cannot…ah!” His eyes suddenly crossed, and the sound of slow, wet slurping filled the chamber. “Ooh…that feels niiiice.”

“Weird boy is having too much fun,” commented Exile with an arched eyebrow as Blitz started to pant. “Am not thinking this is good sign, da, comrade?”

“Probably not, mate,” agreed Colleen with a nervous smile at the Siberian husky and golden retriever mix. “Still, if they’re not trying to eat us, then it can’t be all bad, can it?”

“Don’t be too sure about that,” Hunter said with a gulp, feeling hot breath against his own bared nethers, sucking in a sharp hissing breath of his own as an irresistible paw caught his tucked tail, and hauled it up, pinning it against his back. “I think we’re about to get eaten ourselves!”

All four of the Roar Rovers started to moan loudly, their voices joining in chorus as the wargs lined up behind them, two to a Rover, greedy tongues lapping at tender, vulnerable tailholes and Colleen’s soft pink spade.

“Hey!” Midna cried out as another of the hulking beasts approached, giving a half-kick at the creature’s nose, which was about as far as she could thrust her leg with the cold iron shackles holding her locked to the floor. “Keep your distance, furball! I’m the one who rides wolves, not the other way around!”

The warg blinked at Midna’s words for a moment, then gave a lupine shrug, rolling his great shoulders, before stepping forward anyway, and shoving his muzzle firmly against the grey-and-black little imp’s exposed backside.

“Eeee!” yelped the twilight princess. “Cold nose! Cold nose!”

Despite being a creature that was, quite literally, a demon in the rough shape of a wolf, the warg actually pulled back, looking a bit apologetic as it stroked one dinner plate-sized paw over Midna’s plump bare bottom. That paw suddenly dug in, spreading the little imp’s lower lips apart, before he lunged forward, red eyes blazing as his thick red tongue lashed out.

“Ah!” gasped Midna, her luminous yellow eyes going wide as each lick of the warg lifted her partway off the ground, covering everything back there with each broad stroke. “S-stop that! I’m a princess, you know, and you can’t treat a princess like…iiieeeeaaaahhh!”

Still panting and flushed from her divine breeding, Amaterasu slowly came to herself as two more of the brutish wolf-beasts circled her, noses lifted, taking her scent. Coyote was the sort to cover his tracks, of course, so his scent didn’t register to the two lupine creatures. Instead, what they scented was a she-wolf in heat, rather than one that had just been impregnated. Trading a look, the pair moved forward, scuffling a brief moment to determine who was stronger, before they plowed in together. In a heartbeat, Amaterasu gave a loud yelp! as two smooth tongues invaded her delicate black spade, and two greedy muzzles started to hungrily gobble up her tasty divine juices. Despite herself, rather than fighting against her two would-be rapists, she froze, stock-still, her jaw dropping open as her dark eyes went out of focus, her whole body shuddering with the tremors of pleasure running through her hyper-sensitive nerves, already put on-edge by the rutting she’d just endured.

Casting out with her senses, trying to find a single spark of power left to her, Amaterasu sought out her friends. Surely they would send somebody to rescue her. Surely somebody would arrive before it was too late.

[53% chance of success – rolled 75 – failure #1 of three needed – new chance of success 48%]

But nobody came.

Blitz was the first to squeal – and the muscular, grown dog did squeal, just like a little girl puppy – as he was suddenly mounted, a thick, meaty wolfcock squeezing firmly up against his light brown bottom, the warg hunching his hips a few times to seek out his target…and then thrusting forward with a deep-throated grunt as the pointed tip of his brutal male organ found Blitz’s tailstar, and plunged eagerly inside.

Hunter’s eyes went wide next, followed a moment later by Exile’s, as both boy dogs were similarly penetrated, the three males panting loudly as they were rocked back and forth by the mighty males on their backs. Colleen, however, had lived on the streets for a good part of her life, before she’d become a Road Rover, and she knew all about keeping herself clear of randy mutts, even when everything else seemed hopeless. While the wargs plundering the exquisitely tight rumps of her friends growled in eager lust, their hips swiftly becoming a pumping blur as they slapped themselves against the firm, masculine bottoms of the three captive Road Rovers, the warg mounted atop Colleen growled in frustration as, every time he gave what he was certain would be the final thrust of penetration, the rough collie would move her body just that little bit that made the warg’s heavy organ slide off her firm, supple buns, missing its mark, leaking copious precum all over her soft fur.

Midna, however, wasn’t so lucky. The warg behind her was an eager beast, a powerful brute that was almost a god in his own right, a true alpha male, and the leader of his kind before Steele had arrived. With a bared-fang snarl of triumph, he stepped over Midna like a conquering warrior, and thrust forward and down. The stroke was perfectly aimed, and Midna’s high-pitched squeal was sweet and satisfying to the ears of the dominant male.

Had he been there, Link would have very clearly recognized the noises Midna made, as with each thrust of the mighty warg’s hips, slapping Midna’s rounded pear-shaped buns, making them bounce, she gave a high-pitched grunting cry of her own. Of course, Link had heard those sounds many times as Midna had ridden him across much of their homeworld of Hyrule, though he’d never made the connection that perhaps Midna might be enjoying the feeling of his strong lupine body between her thighs quite a bit more than she’d ever admitted. Now, with the sounds of fur-slapping-flesh filling his ears along with those sweet sounds of building pleasure, the huge male saw no reason to hold anything back. With a loud snarl of pleasure as Midna’s inner walls enfolded his pistoning red shaft, the mighty alpha really let loose, making Midna’s whole body bounce as he started to plow her like a farmer’s field!

[http://noproblo.dayjo.org/ZeldaSounds/QuickSearch.php?q=midna&sa=Search+%28under+construction%29]

As for poor Ammy, she found herself pinned on either side by the two horse-sized wolf-beasts who’d chosen her, unable to move as they towered over her. One massive paw caught her head, pressing it to the floor, while another gripped her rump, hoisting it high, firmly pinning her tail to her back, leaving her snug black holes clearly visible. Easy targets. Finally coming out of her daze, the white-furred wolf struggled valiantly against the dark-furred brutes to either side, but it was no use: without her divine power, she had no chance to fight against physical might like theirs. Grinning at each other, growling out lewd comments in their degraded language, the wargs easily positioned their long, pointed pricks, lowering them slowly into place. Ammy felt one touch her tailhole, while the other found its spot at her tense vulva. The pair paused there for a long moment, letting Amaterasu feel just how helpless, just how completely in their power she really was. And then, working together, the two hulking males slowly thrust their hips almost straight down, taking their time, savoring the feel of Okami Amaterasu’s sweet and deliciously tight stretching open, and then clamping down on their rigid cocks with the power of a velvet vise.

Plundering a goddess’ body was heaven!

Their own near-human penises bobbing with each rapidfire thrust of the males mounting them, leaking copious precum in hard spurts, the three male Road Rovers were panting hard now, their cheeks heavily flushed and clearly visible even through their fur. They were fighting a losing battle, and they all knew it, as their poor prostates were battered almost constantly, sending tremors of raw pleasure shaking through their healthy, vigorous bodies. Colleen was still fighting with all her might, squirming this way and that beneath the warg atop her back, before she paused involuntarily as she heard the loud cries of her friends as their tailholes were suddenly stretched right to the limits, before three meaty knots popped inside their bottoms, tying the three males to their rapists, who howled in wicked glee as they began to spurt copious cum into their equally squirting victims.

The moment Colleen hesitated, the warg atop her gripped her firmly-rounded rump tightly, holding her in place. There would be no escape for the colliegirl now, and despite all her continued struggles, her taut muscles fluttering beneath his grip, the cruel warg only chuckled wickedly as he slowly guided his potent fleshmissile into place right at the gates of Colleen’s tender pudenda. He was going to enjoy breaking this feisty female’s spirit, and seeding her womb! But for now, he just savored that moment, right before he would claim her utterly, and rut her senseless.

Midna was moaning loudly, each of her vocalizations broken up by the brutal pounding she was receiving, her entire body shaking and jerking and bouncing with each of the powerful wargish alpha’s brutal thrusts. His knot had popped into her impossibly stretchy body at some point, she wasn’t quite sure when, and now her tummy was distended with its thickness, its outline clearly visible through her drum-tight grey flesh. It was almost as though the warg were doing the shimmy, working his hips to some inheard primal dance, and Midna was just along for the ride, her whole world swimming as she tried to keep at least one hand or maybe a foot on the ground as much as possible in the midst of her vigorous bouncing.

Only a short distance away, Okami’s breasts swung forward and back, her black nipples firm and erect as she was roughly rutted by the two males. They’d found a steady rhythm to their thrusts now, one pumping her tailhole while the other drew out of her cunny, and then reversing the motion an instant later. Her senses already reeling, Amaterasu felt herself getting lost in the sensations, whimpering in pleasure she couldn’t deny as she was worked to another climax while in bondage, helpless to resist the pleasures of her captors.

At that moment, just as the wargs were at their most occupied, Link bounded into the room, crouched low and ready to spring into action. Immediately, all heads snapped toward the intruder, and the wargs started toward him, hackles raised, fangs bared.

Or, rather, the wargs tried to go toward Link, but only the ones who’d been raping Ammy were able to manage it properly, since they hadn’t knotted with the white-furred goddess yet, and the one who’d been about to lay claim to Colleen with his first dominating thrust. All three of them were livid with frustrated lust, and it was obvious from their continued erections that they had every intention of taking it out on Link’s grey-green rump, the moment they had the chance.

With Midna still stuck tight around his throbbing penis, the wargish alpha stepped to the fore of his pack, wincing every so often as the wriggly imp bobbed up and down on his stiff prick, almost incoherent now as she moaned in midair, belly-riding the big male. In desperation to join the fray, and not be caught unawares, the alpha had seized the cold iron chains binding Midna to the ground, and rent them with the raw power of his massive jaws, freeing both her, and himself. The ones knotted with the three male Road Rovers, however, weren’t nearly so lucky, and though they managed to turn themselves around, rump-to-rump with their rape-buddies, they weren’t nearly so strong as their alpha, and the chains stayed quite firmly in place, as did they.

The most frustrated of the wargs, the one who’d been about to plunge himself to the hilt in Colleen, was the first to leap. Massive as he was, towering over the more normal-sized wolf before him, the massive male was obviously confident that he’d win handily against such a puny pipsqueak. To his immense surprise, however, rather than meeting Link, fang against fang, he was slammed into in midair by another beast like himself, a beast that slashed and clawed and bit with fangs that burned like fire! It was Sabrewolf, his mighty arms gripping the warg, then flinging him to the hard stone floor with a combination of supernatural might and fighting training.

[48% chance of success – rolled 12 – success #1 of 4 needed – new chance of success 53%]

Shaking himself, the alpha warg grunted as Midna suddenly popped from his penis, dropping to the ground in a gooey heap. Now free, he stalked forward, wary of any further tricks or sudden ambushes like the arrival of the werewolf even now tearing into his minion, leaving him a limp and bloody mess on the floor, still alive, barely, but in no condition for fighting. This time, however, it was Link who made the first move, ducking to the side, his greater speed and agility coming to his aid as he lunged forward, going straight for the alpha’s throat! Snarling, the alpha pulled back slightly, lowering his head to keep his neck guarded, but that was all the opening Link needed as, instead of following through with his feint, he ducked down, and shot straight at the alpha warg’s exposed hind legs! With a loud snap, one of those legs cracked under the wolf’s powerful jaws, and the alpha went down in a heap as Link leapt free.

[53% chance of success – rolled 26 – success #2 of 4 – new chance of success 58%]

Desperate now, the wargs locked with the Road Rovers strained with all their might…and suddenly popped free, even as both they and the three hapless males yelped loudly at the discomfort this forced withdrawal caused. But they were far, far too late, for even as they squared off against wolf and werewolf, Morrigan floated lightly into the room, the wings on her hips beating far more slowly than should have been even close to enough to keep her aloft. Flanking her were the hulking figures of Blackwargreymon and Leomon, and still more were obviously still coming.

[58% and 63% chances – rolled 22 and 14 – success!]

Taking one look at their fallen alpha, and another at their approaching foes, the wargs then shared one final look at each other…and turned and fled from the room, yelping like frightened puppies!

As the foes departed, Link cast his eyes around, all his concern for Midna now that he could rescue her. In the dim moonlight cast through a high window, however, he saw that he had been premature in his assessment of the situation: Midna wasn’t free of enemies at all, for a hunched, stone-skinned creature with a beaklike muzzle was crouched over her, tossing the little imp over his shoulder even as Link watched.

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

Giving a snarl of fury, Link charged forward, determined to save Midna at any cost! But two more of the creatures swept down, and he only narrowly avoided their lashing talons, while the first leapt into the air, and soon reached the window. Leaping out into space, followed by the others that had run interference, the gargoyles swept upward, toward the more treacherous heights of Castlevania.

“Don’t worry, Link,” said Morrigan, lightly stroking the enraged wolf’s back. “We’ll save her. I may be a succubus, but even a creature like myself would never deny the call of true love.”

The statement made Link pause, blinking. Then, after a few more moments of thought, he nodded, once, accepting what had been said. After all, it was true, wasn’t it? And it was equally true that they would save Midna…somehow.

Choices

*Ship

Still playing out scenes for a little longer:

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

Zeke/Bambi (pouncing)

Krystal/Zeke/Stallion

*Casino City

Kaa is looking for some amusement. Who does he seek out?

a) The human girls (Alexa, Dawn, Iris, Lyra, Marilyn, May, Misty)

b) The younger WB characters (Babs Bunny, Buster Bunny, Fifi Lefume)

c) The older WB characters (Lexi Bunny, Lola Bunny, Minerva Mink)

d) Our team leader (Chocolat Gelato)

e) The furgirls (Felicia and Sheryl)

f) Foxy the Fox Pirate (select another group – Foxy will become Kaa’s instrument)

Now to our team approaching Jabba’s Palace. How shall they make their approach?

A) Use M’Ress and/or Renamon and/or Flamedramon as decoy slavegirls (Jabba isn’t interested in males, though some of his minions don’t mind), and con our way in (65% chance of success, but this only gets us inside; note which of the three you want to take the role, or all three)

B) Guns blazing – take ‘em all on! (40% chance of success, five successes or three failures needed)

C) Pose as scum of the galaxy (60% chance of success, but nobody gets put in peril)

D) Go back and bring some human girls with us to offer to Jabba – he likes humans, a lot (85% chance of success, precludes option “a” above, and the girls are immediately put into trouble; Scooby refuses to offer Daphne or Velma)

E) Sneak in through the sewers (no chance of success listed – this leads to a whole new set of adventures and dangers and possibilities)

F) The Third Option (there is always a Third Option, even if it’s the sixth; make suggestions, please)

Also, now that we’re closer to entering Jabba’s Palace, please toss out a few suggestions for Star Wars races (males or females) that you’d like to see. Gamorrean males are going to be fairly common, and twi’lek as well (male and female).

Here’s a link to some inspirations:

http://kaernen.deviantart.com/gallery/2752077/Star-Wars-Babes

http://kaernen.deviantart.com/gallery/30553771/Star-Trek-Guys-n-Gals

I know some folks don’t like CG art much. For you, I recommend that you take a species that looks interesting, then do a Google search for some images you like instead.

*Castlevania

The Next Scene:

Beast and Belle

Jonathan Talbain

Kasumi

Midna and the gargoyles

Steele’s fun

Our next target:

1) Raid the barracks for gear and chaos

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

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

(65% chance of success, four successes or three failures, and Fox McCloud and Captain Claw will join us)

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

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

4) Stop Steele and save Midna and Jon Talbain

(70% chance of success, three successes or failures)

5) Face us, Dracula!

(50% chance of success, four successes or three failures)

6) Split the party

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