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Entry 53

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis and gryfalcon

Vote Tallies

1) Our heroes on the inside head toward the Hellstation's core - 9

(65% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

2) The violation of Supergirl, Stargirl, She-Ra, and the Sailor Scouts - 4

(may be negated as a choice if another option is selected first)

3) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 12

(60% chance of success, 4 successes or failures)

*Desert City

4) Fate of the slaves and slave revolt - 8

(45% chance of success, one roll for each grouping)

5) Bambi and company meet Blacksad and company, then make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety - 2

(45% chance of success, 3 successes or failures; success here will put Bambi, Berri, Shirley McLoon, and Goldie Pheasant into active play, and peacefully retire the others; failure will put everyone into the clutches of Shere Khan)

6) What's going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat's Casino - a 20's-style speakeasy - 9

(55% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

-The Mouse Trap - a pub with the best card games in Casino City - 1

-The Percheron - all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot - 7

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 0

-The Pyramid - what are our friends up to? - 0

-Treasure Island - pirate-themed, and pirate-attended - 2

*Castlevania and Environs

7) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 5

(50% chance of success for the Queen of Blades, best of 3)

8) Our teams meet up for the final approach - 13

(60% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

9) Draco and friends - 16 - the winning vote this week

(mostly sex, but 70%, best of 3 all the same)

10) Ayumi, both Lara Crofts, Daring Do, and Rouge do some treasure hunting by themselves - 4

(40% chance of success, rolled 5 times, once for each character)

11) Scar and the Tyrannos arrive on War World - 1

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

*Other Locations

12) Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania - 7

(60% chance of success, 5 successes or failures)

13) An itch beneath their tails - 14

(Tails gets molested)

14) The wolves and dogs on the ship gang up on Big Macintosh - 8

15) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested) - 4

16) Shere Khan's further villainy - 0

17) Bucky O'Hare tries to escape the Jungles of Rage - 0

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

18) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage - 6

(40% chance of success, rolled once for each fleeing character)

19) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab - 4

Author Notes

Since I got a Netflix subscription for my birthday several months back, I’ve been seeing a lot more stuff than I might normally (including Stranger Things for the curious, though I’m not using that in the UFC), and as always, I’ve been looking specifically for inspirations, including inspirations for the UFC. DinoTrux was fun, but I’m not sure I feel like using the characters inappropriately. Well…maybe a little. The recent cartoon movie, Sahara, though (not to be confused with the live-action movie of the same name) had some pretty hot characters, in my opinion. https://kisscartoon.io/Cartoon/Sahara-2017/ gives a decent summary of the film, I suppose. For those tempted to watch it, by the way, I felt that the storytelling wasn’t very tight, and the film and its cast could have been easily cut right in half, length-wise, without any significant loss. Not a bad watch, per se, but not worth going out of one’s way for. Though I do admit, I think the main character snakes are pretty sexy. Them, and the coral snake twins.

UFC Entry 53

According to everything she’d ever read, and everything she’d learned on the subject from Nicole, her friend, confidant, and personal computer, Sally Acorn understood that, after a rape, a common myth was that the event could make the victim a sex-obsessed nymphomaniac. Of course, the reality was a lot more complicated, but the sum of it was that those who’d been raped generally became less interested in sex, not more.

So why couldn’t she stop herself from feeling so empty when she recalled the way Steele’s hard red prick had felt when he’d knotted her? Why couldn’t she get his face out of her mind, or keep her nipples from stiffening beneath her blue vest whenever she remembered his cruel tongue against – and inside – her naked body?

Of course, hearing Draco’s voice all the time didn’t help. No, not one bit.

Up ahead, Draco was walking casually with the blue dragoness, Saphira, by his side. The tall, furry-bodied woman Priscilla was also there, looking as elegant and beautiful as a fresh winter’s day, her childlike, elfin face so earnest, so ethereally beautiful. Having spent most of her scant years of life as the chief organizer of the Freedom Fighters back on her homeworld of Mobius, Sally began immediately to take stock of where everyone was. After all, it kept her mind off of the sway of Draco’s tail…or the hulking presence of the two bestial brutes up front, leading the way…or the cuddly panda only a short distance from where she was standing, who kept looking in her direction every time he thought she wouldn’t notice.

They’d naturally divided themselves as they’d travelled from the place where Winnowil had been planning to sacrifice so many of those with them now, wending their way through the darkness that was Castlevania. Up front were their guides, warthog and rhino, Bebop and Rocksteady. Of course, they’d said that they’d been forced to serve the wicked elf queen, and neither of them seemed smart enough to make up any sort of convincing lie (Saphira had even confirmed that they’d smelled like they were telling the truth, her enhanced draconic senses hard to deceive), but nevertheless, Sally didn’t really trust them. They were just a little too much like those unicorn brothers with Steele. Kim Possible didn’t seem to trust them much either, which was why the blue-furred vixen with the bright red hair had stationed herself a few steps behind the burly pair, letting them lead the way, since they knew it as well as any former minion of darkness could, but keeping a close eye on what they might be doing next.

Then there was Draco, perhaps correctly assuming that, should trouble occur, he’d be the best able to handle whatever might come out of the darkness. Since he was, in fact, a dragon, Sally felt no desire to argue with him – Mobian dragons were a lot smaller than the copper-scaled powerhouse with the voice that was so addictive to the ears, and a lot less well-muscled, besides. Saphira stayed close to Draco on one side, and Sally couldn’t help but notice the sky blue dragoness’ hips bump against her copper-scaled counterpart’s more than once as they spoke, the touch seeming, to Sally’s newly-awakened eyes, to be more than just friendly. Priscilla, similarly, stayed quite close to Draco on his other side, one hand resting on his powerfully-flexing shoulders, fingers gently rubbing against the firm muscle beneath the scales. Around Draco’s front legs, the bevy of beautiful, blonde, feather-winged Wyndian princesses collected, while the more waifish one with green hair hung back slightly, just beneath the crook of his long hind leg.

Since there wasn’t that much room for the group to spread out, the elves seemed to have decided to stick around near the middle of the party, right after Draco. Sometimes Sally would walk a little faster than normal, and end up side-by-side with the handsome, blonde-haired elf called Cutter, and his beautiful wife Leetah, with the copper-gold skin. Those two were the proud parents of Sunstream and Ember, the boy and girl elves a smooth melding of the features of their two parents, and seemed to prefer keeping themselves subtly behind their children, acting as a living shield against danger, without letting the younger elves know it. Up at the head of the elves was the serious-faced, dark-haired Rayek, who seldom spoke to anyone, but instead focused only on the road ahead, and whatever dangers might spring from that road.

Which naturally led to the knot where Sally ended up spending most of her time. She couldn’t really say why, but she preferred the company of the boisterous Katt and quiet, thoughtful Amy Sorel at that time, though she could sense that she had a lot in common with Kim Possible, and might have enjoyed spending time with the red-haired vixen under other circumstances. Perhaps she just felt more at home because Katt wasn’t wearing pants either, For Mobians, clothes were only for formal occasions, or for those in positions of great authority that required them to always be on duty in some capacity, and being around someone who had a similar attitude towards them as herself just made Sally feel more relaxed. At the same time, Amy’s presence added a light touch of elegance, which helped Sally to always remember her role, not just in the present party, but in life: she was a princess, now and always, a leader and a planner and a strategist. Knowing her role was almost as calming as going without the unnecessary trappings of more cloth than the functional vest and boots Sally normally wore.

[https://www.furaffinity.net/view/16676958/

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1313893

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/2038053

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/1692317]

Of course, being around two hot pantless girls was having a mixed effect on the boys nearest them, though Sally didn’t quite understand how she might influence others with her exposed body. The white-furred tigerboy, Kogenta, seemed excited just to be around Katt, who he’d obviously decided he quite liked, and the hulking black tiger, Byakko, was as dour-faced as ever, even after being freed from Winnowil’s control (for some reason, nobody questioned his shifted loyalties for a moment, unlike Bebop and Rocksteady). Both of the tigers stayed quite close by Katt, however, and every so often, Sally caught them looking at the tiger-striped woren in ways that were anything but strictly platonic, and more than occasionally in her direction as well. There was a tension in the air between the three felids, and Sally could tell that something was going to happen between them soon, whether they realized it consciously themselves or not.

Po, by contrast, was almost constantly blushing, and walked very oddly indeed, almost constantly keeping his hands over the front of his trousers. If the cuddly kung fu panda wasn’t so adorable, and so obviously shy, Sally might have called him out on how many times she’d caught him staring at her butt. He was harmless, though, and, Sally had to admit, not unattractive in his own way. Actually, if he ever mustered up the courage to proposition her…well, Sally admitted to herself, she was curious what the Dragon Warrior would be like, even while knowing that such a thought would never have occurred to her before the start of her journeys in this dark place.

Trailing the end of the line was the white-haired young elfman named Skywise. He seemed to prefer the company of the pink pig Hen Wen than that of his fellow elves, and the two spent most of their time in perfect silence, saying nothing with their mouths, but much with their eyes. Now that Hen Wen was wearing a white dress, looted from one of the numerous little caches Winnowil had left behind, apparently clothes intended for a future sacrifice (hence their flimsy make, so they’d be easy to tear off), she’d gained a little confidence, and seemed far less self-conscious being around the elf with the far-seeing eyes. Sally, of course, knew a little bit about seers, which both Skywise and Hen Wen were said to be, and she didn’t doubt that they were communicating far more with those simple looks than she’d ever managed with her friend, Sonic, in sixteen years.

Despite herself, and knowing that she shouldn’t, whenever Sally strayed a little ahead of Katt and her tigerboys, and into the main knot of elves, she found herself admiring the slow sway of Draco’s tail, and sometimes Saphira’s as well. While she’d had little experience with boys before Steele, Sally had done a fair amount of experimentation with her best friend, Bunnie Rabbot, and even some with Nicole, in her lynx projection form. The pleasure she could get from males was something new to her, but that which came from females, quite familiar indeed. Of course, that both dragons kept their tails lifted at just the right angle for Sally to clearly see their genital slits whenever she cared to look was, in her mind, almost an open invitation to peek. Actually, as she thought about it, having Kogenta, Gyakko, and Po ogling her like they were was only fair payment, considering how much she was looking over those big, gorgeous dragons.

[http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Bunnie\_D%27Coolette\_Rabbot

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Nicole\_the\_Holo-Lynx]

Suddenly, the relatively narrow corridor the little band had been traveling along widened out, and Sally’s eyes went up, her mouth dropping open with a soft gasp. The room was gorgeous, a vast, cathedral-like grand hall with vaulted ceilings, and numerous radiant stained glass windows spilling rainbow light out onto the floor in a prismatic spray. There was even an especially large rose window, which painted Draco’s bronze scales in more colors than could be named.

“This place is safe,” came Saphira’s soft mental tones as she reached the middle of the room, slightly ahead of Draco, and looked around. “I can sense no enemies here.”

“I certainly don’t smell any,” Draco added with that addictive brogue, his nostrils flaring as he looked about the room also, before casting a teasing smile backward, across the four white-winged princesses, their green-haired companion…and Sally Acorn. “Though I admit, I smell quite a lot of other things.”

He knew! The teenage ground squirrel’s heart almost stopped as she realized that Draco knew that she’d been watching him…and didn’t seem to mind at all.

“We’d best set up a camp here,” Draco continued, not seeming to notice Sally’s discomfiture, or if he did notice, he wasn’t bothered by it. “We’ve been marching for hours, and there’s no telling when we’ll get another chance.”

“You said it!” Bebop grunted, walking over and giving the big dragon a friendly slap on his broad chest. “After here, it’s all uphill, right to where Dracula lives upstairs.”

“There’s this secret passage down,” Rocksteady added, going over to one of the lower windows and pushing it open, blinking out into the sunset-painted landscape beyond. “Uh, but I don’t think you wanna use that right now,” he added, blinking several times as he looked down at what lay below the castle. “Naw, I don’t think you wanna go down there at all. Facing ol’ Drac’s probably better.”

“You talkin’ about Winnowil’s lair?” Bebop asked, wandering over to his friend. “Yeah, that’s a bad place all right. Still, we can get around it if we…oh.” The warthog’s words trailed off almost immediately as he looked in the same direction as the burly white rhino. “Yeah, forget it, my buddy’s right: we’re better off with Dracula.”

Forgetting her distrust of the pair, Sally Acorn hurried over to the window, though Kim Possible got there first by a scant second. Little caring how she was mooning everyone as she bent over to look through a slightly lower window, Sally gaped in horror (and other, more complex emotions) as she saw the scene taking place all around the base of Castlevania.

Demons, demons everywhere, and other creatures, bestial and monstrous, capered and danced around a great many bonfires, which cast everything in the darkness beneath the trees of the surrounding jungle in a hellish light. Their howls and savage cries were matched, and even exceeded, however, by the pitiful wails and pleasure-filled screams of the women – and some men – in their clutches. Looking over it all was a blue stone statue of a vixen that was so very familiar, and yet somehow different, from one that Sally recalled, the memory tickling the back of her mind. Between the splayed legs of this great idol was a tall, commanding female figure, a vulture-winged woman, gorgeous and swell-bellied, as though many months pregnant, with a leering three-eyed black jackal’s head.

“It’s a fertility ritual,” said Amy Sorel, the red-haired Gothic beauty requiring only a moment’s glance to recognize what was going on below, her father’s training in all things occult not failing her. “They’re being led by the goddess Lamashtu, demon queen of madness, monsters, and fecundity.” Her expression was unreadable as she turned away, though Sally thought she detected a light flush to her cheeks. “None of us are safe,” she added, walking from the window to help the five Ninas gather up wood from the numerous broken pews scattered around the vast chamber. “Power like that has a long reach.”

“We’re not really safe anywhere in this dreadful place,” said Skywise, joining his fellow elves as they assisted in preparing the camp, Cutter and his children showing remarkable skill as they got a fire going almost before Draco was aware of what they were doing, and could offer his assistance. “The entire castle and its environs reek of the powers of darkness. Even here,” he added, with a glance back at Hen Wen. Hen Wen’s only response was to hug herself, then look around nervously into one of the corners of the room. Perhaps the only corner in the well-lit place where the light didn’t reach.

Memories of Wolf and Lamb coming instantly into her mind, Sally tensed, then mustered up her courage to walk toward the inky patch. Though it was obvious that she didn’t want to, Hen Wen joined the red-haired princess, placing one timid hand on the other girl’s shoulder.

When something moved in the darkness, bestial brown eyes blinking as a puff of exhaled breath visibly steamed the air, it was almost a relief.

“Who are you?” Sally demanded of the figure in the hooded hunter’s coat.

“Just a merchant,” answered the figure, its muzzle turned down, so that Sally could only see the barest flash of sharp lupine teeth and a long, red tongue that made her shiver despite herself, memories of Steele coming flooding back in a rush. “A dealer in wares, during these troubled times.”

[http://darkwood.wikia.com/wiki/Wolfman]

Those eyes. Sally couldn’t look away from them, couldn’t make herself speak, or even think. There was a presence about this male, dark and heavy and overpowering. All around, the darkness seemed to close in oppressively, making it so hard for Sally to think, to even breathe. He was taller than her, far taller, and loomed forbiddingly over the teenage princess, like a piece of the night himself, his wicked wolfish face lean and heartless in expression as he held Sally transfixed. She only became aware of the juices dripping down her inner thighs when he traced his hand gently over her cheek, then cupped her chin.

“Royal blood,” the wolf muttered in that low, growling murmur that set off all of Sally’s long-forgotten instincts as a descendant of a prey species. “Very fine appearance. Excellent health. Recently impregnated. Are you here to sell yourself to me? I can promise you a more than generous price.”

“Sell myself…?” Sally gaped, her blue eyes blinking in shock at this question. Before she could do more than this, however, the wolf-faced man was lifting her easily, demonstrating frightening strength, then positioning her on the rough surface of the wide wooden table behind him, on all-fours, like she was nothing but livestock for sale.

Mind reeling, her whole body trembling, Sally couldn’t even think of resisting as the merchant peeled off her jacket, and then her boots, setting them carefully aside next to several other items, now just more wares for sale. Just a short while ago, she’d been reveling in how pleasant it felt to be naked and free. Now, she felt her nudity keenly, whining through clenched teeth as the merchant’s hands explored her body without restriction. His fingers didn’t quite penetrate her, but their mere touch against her exposed tailhole and then lower, against the flower of her royal sex, was enough to make her start to shudder all over convulsively, her soul laid as bare as her body by an orgasm so sudden, she had no time to prepare for its bludgeonlike onset.

“I can smell needs,” explained the wolf-faced merchant calmly, lightly squeezing Sally’s small breasts in his strong hands as she panted like an overheated dog, though not with intimate intent, any more than his other touching had been intended as erotic – he was simply testing the quality of a piece of merchandise. “When their sweet savor hits my nose, I know that I’ve got a deal ahead. You haven’t got much to offer me for trade, but a beautiful princess with a surprise inside will fetch a great deal, to the right buyers.”

“N-no,” Sally stammered, doing her best to struggle free of those expert hands, even as their mere touch seemed to drain away all her strength, and all the training she’d had in defending herself with it. “I’m not…I don’t want…”

“I know what you need, princess,” the wolf growled – growled this time, a hint of the beast within finally creeping out, and Sally couldn’t hold back another full-body shudder as it washed over her – “and I can give it to you. But not for free. Never for free.”

His dark eyes swung around, and fell upon Hen Wen, still standing where she’d been when Sally had been lifted onto the table. Realizing her danger, the dainty pale pink pig raised her hands, her bright blue eyes wide with terror, but before she had a chance to even squeal, the sale-hungry beast had her positioned side-by-side with Sally, both of them on all-fours on the table. Another moment, and the pretty little pig’s smooth skin was as naked as Sally’s bare fur, her heart-shaped bottom uplifted and pressed lightly against Sally’s, while the white dress she’d been wearing was draped alongside all the other goods laid out on the long board.

“Oracular pig,” the merchant commented in that same calm, quiet, powerful voice, his hands exploring the feebly-squirming piggy’s bare body. “Virginal. More sensitive than usual, especially her rump. Mute save for minor sounds. Highly intelligent, with great capacity for training. Weak, cowardly, and naturally submissive. Easily dominated. Responds well to rough treatment. Extra care needed to avoid bruising delicate skin.” Those dark eyes swung around to Sally once more, pinning her in place before she could even think about trying to escape, leaving her cowering on the table like poor Hen Wen, all her usual confidence and poise forgotten in an instant in the face of such overpowering darkness. “If you wish to retain your freedom, I’ll buy the pig instead. She won’t be a virgin when I finally sell her, of course, but that’s hardly important compared to her worth.”

Casting her eyes around desperately, Sally saw the others gathered around a fire near the middle of the room, meager rations cooking in the cooler parts near the edges. None of them seemed to be even vaguely aware that she and Hen Wen were missing! None, that is, except for Skywise, who was still standing a little distance apart from the others, looking around with a serious frown on his face, his eyes trying to catch sight of something he obviously knew was supposed to be there, but that he somehow couldn’t quite see.

[70% chance of success, best of 3 – rolled 85 – failure #1]

“I can’t…” Sally gasped out, her head dropping, eyes lowering. “I can’t…you can’t…it’s not…”

“All four of you, then,” the wolf-faced man stated, making both girls moan as he squeezed their upturned bottoms firmly, just short of painfully, then caressed each supple swell with a touch that was almost tender. “I’ll collect later, after you’ve properly enjoyed your purchase. And have more substantial developments to share with me,” he added, almost as an afterthought, one hand stroking over Sally’s smooth, flat tummy.

All four of us…? Sally’s mind, normally so sharp, so quick on the uptake, simply wouldn’t work. Somehow, she felt that she’d been taken under the power of an enchantment, remembering the times she’d been mind-controlled in the past. Perhaps the wolf-faced merchant wasn’t the one who’d cast the spell, but the dark powers traveled with him, certainly, laying bare the darkest fears and desires and needs of his victims, so that he could pounce upon them, and exploit them to the fullest.

[http://lupienne.deviantart.com/art/U-Know-it-Breaks-My-Heart-51346535]

This realization was the last thing Sally felt, before the weight holding her down, leaving her a needy, helpless victim utterly at the mercy of a more powerful male was abruptly lifted. What had just happened? The memories of the past short while were hazy now, indistinct. Where had her clothes gone…? Wait, Nicole was in her boots!

Leaping to her feet as a moment of pure panic swept through her, Sally suddenly felt herself relaxing: there was Nicole, lying on the ground where Sally’s face had been just seconds before. Scooping up the little flip-computer that housed the mobile part of the AI’s personality, Sally looked at Hen Wen, who was just starting to get to her feet, her legs wobbly, her smooth, normally almost white sex now flushed and wet. Almost as wet as Sally’s own. In the dainty pig’s hands was a rather large crystal decanter filled with an ominous, dark red liquid.

“Hen Wen!” exclaimed Skywise, rushing up to embrace the small pig girl, who hugged him back, her blue eyes squeezing tightly shut. “Where were you? I looked all over, and couldn’t…” Suddenly he blinked, the elf’s ears reddening near the tips as he looked down at the girl in his arms, who colored as well, looking up at him shyly. “Where are your clothes, Hen Wen?”

Rather than answer, even nonverbally, Hen Wen turned slightly, handing the decanter to Sally, then turned back to Skywise…and kissed the white-haired elf full on the lips. Sally watched, wide-eyed, as first Skywise’s body went stiff, his eyes opened to their fullest. Then those eyes grew heavy-lidded, and, finally, they shut completely as he began kissing Hen Wen back, his hands caressing her naked back. Something had awakened inside of the normally shy little white pig, however, and she reached back, breaking the kiss for a moment so that she could take firm hold of Skywise’s wrists…and then push his hands lower, until they closed fully on her curly-tailed tushie. Whimpering with need, the sweet-faced piggy started peeling off Skywise’s vest, baring his muscular upper body.

“Skywise?” came another voice, and Sally turned, a mute spectator, to see Cutter approaching, dark and haughty Rayek by his side, the handsome blonde elf leader blinking in deep surprise as he caught sight of his dear friend – and, truth be told, far more than friend – locked in a deep embrace with a naked woman, someone not even an elf! “Skywise, what are you…?”

Cutter’s words died in his throat as Hen Wen’s hands finished their work, and suddenly the white-haired elf’s breeches fell, baring his smooth, beautiful body fully, save for the lodestone around his neck. Rayek, similarly, was left speechless, and seemed to badly want to react in anger…if not for the more-than-significant bulge in the front of his linen loincloth, a mirror to the one tenting the front of Cutter’s furs.

What might have happened next, if the two rivals had been allowed to act without intervention, was almost impossible to say. But Hen Wen was there, still charged with whatever gift had been bought, and she released Skywise, only to reach out and tug on the ties of each elf’s loincloth with skill so expert, it astonished even herself. Instantly, all three male elves were naked and erect before her, allowing the piggy (and Sally herself) to inspect them appraisingly, each the same color as the rest of their smooth, hairless skins, each uncircumcised, each delightfully long and slender and so very, very smooth.

As Hen Wen had grown closer to Skywise, she’d sensed his soul, and felt the connections that bound him to the rest of his friends…and those that were not friends. Skywise and Cutter had a deep connection, something more than mere friendship. There was a tension between the two, a need that neither had properly fulfilled before. Similarly, there was a tension between Cutter and Rayek, but where his connection to Skywise was one of friendship, the one with the sun elf was of competition, fierce and unforgiving.

Love, however, is the other side of the coin of hate.

Alone, under her own power, Hen Wen was as the Wolfman had described her: weak, shy, submissive, and meek. She would never take steps to force the hand of Fate, though she could see its threads clearly. Now, however, she felt herself fully in the grip of powers beyond her own, powers that would change the course of a history that would be studded with tragedy and heartbreak. Rayek’s betrayal of his fellow elves, and his love for the darkling Winnowil, the witch that had nearly killed him, loomed large and terrible. Cutter’s great sorrow and loss of his family similarly lay ahead, a path of thorns from which he would likely never fully heal. And there was Skywise, calm and beautiful soul with such clarity of vision and purity of love. How could Hen Wen, knowing that she could prevent what darkness lay ahead, do anything but act?

Cutter was completely taken off-guard when the white-skinned pig pressed her lips against his own. The kiss was brief, just enough to shock him, to break him out of his stupor of stunned silence, and no more. Then it was Rayek’s turn, the bronze-skinned elf actually trembling under Hen Wen’s touch, he was so eager, pent up desires raging within the hubristic elfling, desires that, unless tamed, would lead to so much pain, for himself as much as for others. Then Hen Wen turned, taking Skywise’s hand, and pulled him back into their former embrace, pressing her body against his own tightly, their tongues entwining as she tilted her head to the side.

“What in the world…?” Cutter asked, blinking in confusion as he fought to understand what was going on, and why he felt as he did.

“What witchery…?” Rayek similarly began to ask, only to grunt softly as Hen Wen pulled herself and Skywise back, pinning him against a nearby pillar supporting the great roof of the hall. She felt his rigid shaft rubbing against her rounded white bottom, and let her eyes close, expecting pain, and bracing herself for it as she lifted her leg, her hands on Skywise’s shoulders to lift herself up slightly…then let her body sink down.

Both elves, Wolfrider and Sun, gasped and then moaned as Hen Wen took them into her body. But where she’d expected pain as Skywise filled her tender sex and Rayek her tailhole, their long, smooth cocks slid into her without even discomfort. Soon, she was moaning as well, as Rayek slid down the pillar, then settled onto the floor, Hen Wen on top of him, and Skywise on top of Hen Wen, both males bucking their hips eagerly, passion searing their bodies, sizzling against their lips with each kiss, not just to Hen Wen, but to each other also.

“Skywise,” Cutter whispered, strange emotions warring within him as he watched his dearest friend’s smooth, pale buns flexing and hunching, working up and down as he filled the sweet little piggy’s body with all his might. The Wolfrider’s thoughts were shattered once more, however, as Hen Wen reached around her farsighted lover, gripping his bottom, then spreading it wide with her gentle hands. “No,” Cutter declared, his words coming like those in a dream as he walked forward automatically, acting on what instinct declared, before kneeling behind Skywise. “This cannot be happening. It’s not…natural.”

Still trying to wrap his mind around what was happening, even as his heart told him it was right on the most fundamental level, Cutter hissed sharply through his teeth as his glans contacted Skywise’s anus. A light push, and the hiss of air turned to a long, passionate moan, soon twinned by Skywise himself, as Cutter sank, nice and slow, right to the hilt in his beautiful male lover.

Dazed, almost in a swoon after her recent ordeals, the decanter still clutched in her hand, Nicole in the other, Sally made her way to the fire, sitting down heavily between Po and Amy, Katt on the other side of Po, with Kogenta and Byakko sprawled just behind her, the tigerboys tossing challenging glances at each other as though daring the other to make the first move on the beautiful red-haired catgirl. Kim Possible was a little bit back from the fire, just behind Bebop and Rocksteady, who were quite unashamedly toasting marshmallows, though where they’d found them was anyone’s guess. Katt, unlike the bestial pair been guarded by Kim, had a whole chicken skewered on a long stick, and was warming it over the fire, being careful not to overdo it, since it was obviously already cooked.

“I dunno,” she answered the questioning gaze Sally shot her way. “I just kinda swung my stick around, and accidentally bumped one of the blocks in that wall over there,” she pointed, and Sally could indeed see a gap in the wall. “When I took a look at the damage, there was this chicken in the wall, all roasted and ready to eat. Go figure, huh?”

Across from Sally, on the other side of the fire, Draco lay in a sphinx-like position, his talons outstretched before him. On one side, Saphira leaned against his warm body, a dreamy expression on her face, while on the other, Priscilla similarly rested, both women of their respective races looking quite content, even though Draco had every appearance of being completely unaware of their obvious desires. The black-winged Princess Nina was slightly to the side, next to her friend, Katt, the two occasionally chatting lightly about past events, and both doing their level best to pretend they didn’t know the black and white tigerboys were interested in them. Well, Nina was pretending – Katt might have been honestly oblivious. Three of the other Ninas, the ones with fluffy white angelic wings, were seated near Draco’s talons, right in the very shadow of the dragon. Whenever they shifted around, those soft feathers would brush gently against Draco’s broad chest, though how much of this touching was deliberate was almost impossible to tell. The green-haired Nina with the strange, winglike extensions from her back, however, sat a bit away from the others, watching events at the fire with calm eyes that were far older than the slim waif who possessed them. The other three elves, Leetah and her two children, busied themselves with preparing bedding for the others, acting as might be expected under the direction of a true healer like Leetah.

“Are you all right?” asked Po suddenly, breaking into Sally’s observations and making her start slightly.

“I…yes,” she said, perhaps too quickly. “I’m just fine. I just, um, had to deal with some personal matters, that’s all.”

[70% chance of success, best of three rolls – rolled 4 – success #1!]

“Hey, no worries,” the honest-faced panda said, smiling as he rested his large hand gently on Sally’s slim, smoothly-muscled back. “We’re just glad you’re safe. Saphira was just asking about you. Her, and Katt, too.”

“I also was worried,” admitted Amy quietly, the pale-skinned girl’s lips turning upward into a slight, subtle smile. “This is a dark place, with dark things all around. I was worried that some of that darkness might have taken you.”

If only you knew, Sally thought to herself. And if only I could tell you – but I can’t! I just…can’t!

That was, in fact, the truth: Sally couldn’t tell anyone what she’d just experienced. Even trying to form the words made her mind go blank, and made that strange, oppressive feeling that had left her weak and wanting return in full force.

“I found this while I was away,” she said instead, holding up the decanter. “I was just wondering if it was safe to drink.”

“I’ll be the judge of that!” Katt declared confidently, deftly snaking out her long, catpaw-topped pole to snag the handle of the decanted, then bring it back to where she could get her hands on it.

“Now Katt,” black-winged Nina chided gently. “You know how you get when you drink…”

“Yeah!” Katt laughed, pulling off the crystal stopper. “I’m even more awesome than usual! Bottoms up!”

Almost on cue, the moment Katt tilted her head back, taking a big swallow of the red stuff, both Kogenta and Byakko – and even Nina as well! – turned their heads to look right at Katt’s stripy bottom. But then, Sally supposed she couldn’t really blame them: Katt did have a really cute butt. Lowering the decanter, Katt blinked several times, then grinned widely, showing her cute little kitty fangs.

“That stuff’s awesome!” she declared happily. “Here, Nina, try some!”

Nina hesitated, but only for a few moments, before she shrugged, then tossed back a far smaller mouthful than Katt’s. Her cheeks almost immediately flushed with color, and she began smiling a little more freely as she let the boys behind her and Katt each have a swallow of their own, Byakko’s quite a bit deeper than the smaller and far younger Kogenta’s.

“This is truly the fire in the blood of a warrior,” Byakko declared, handing the bottle to the next person in line, which happened to be Saphira. Though a little bemused by the tiny (to her) decanter, all the same the blue dragoness lightly dipped the very tip of her tongue inside, delicately lifting out an amount that roughly equaled what black-winged Nina had swallowed, before she held the decanted out between her clawtips, letting Draco have a similar light snifter, before Priscilla’s far more dexterous hand took possession of the decanter.

From somewhere, the white-furred giantess produced small glasses, just a little larger than shot glasses, and began passing them around, filling them with the dark red liquid. Sally assumed it was just a minor act of magic, something that was probably fairly simple for the slender, beautiful demigoddess. At least, she assumed this for a little while. After she’d taken her own first sip of the glass in her hand, however, she realized that wondering about such things was pointless, since they were outside what she presently understood about the world. What was really important, was here, now, and the people who shared that moment with her. This realization was followed only a matter of moments afterward by the realization that she was kissing Po right on the mouth!

“Record, Nicole,” she whispered softly to the tiny computer she’d laid nearby, out of the way, so that it – or, rather, “she” – wouldn’t be disturbed. The AI blinked a single light on her casing once, and then began to hum very softly.

As the strange liquid started to work its effects, perhaps the only person there who still retained the ability to perceive everything that was taking place was Saphira. The young blue dragoness’ mind reached out, as did her keen draconic vision, far superior to anything the other mortals there could manage. Mere wine was supposed to dull the senses, but whatever had been in that decanted, it seemed to enhance hers instead. And what erotic wonders she found as her mind was opened!

Sally Acorn was somehow at the center of everything that was now taking place, and so it was to Sally that Saphira’s attention turned first. Such a hot fire within that one! Poor Po – that sweet, gentle-minded panda had actually been worried about hurting the little ground squirrel, as well as quite shy about mentioning his attraction to her. The crush was light, a boyish thing mostly based on physical attraction, but he’d been interested in perhaps growing closer, since he was hardly in a committed relationship right then, despite having a few lovers. Sally, though, was eager, and as her inhibitions vanished after the second long sip, she soon pulled the bewildered – but wholly uncomplaining – panda into a vigorous liplock, all the while grinding her flawless little bottom against the front of Po’s trousers, until Saphira could feel the waves of need radiating off the pudgy male. With all his training and adventures, it had been far too long since his last sexual experience – even masturbation had been impossible most of the time – and he was badly pent up. Then Sally’s dainty toes caught the waist of Po’s trousers, and kicked them down, shucking them right off the pig panda and freeing the pressure that throbbed beneath.

Saphira couldn’t help but gape. Oh my! So that was why they called him the “dragon warrior”! And here she’d thought it was simply mortal rhetoric! Mmm, after Sally was finished, perhaps she would have to…

While Saphira wasn’t specifically attracted to females, she wasn’t opposed to them either. And she had to admit, as Sally got down on her knees in front of the kneeling Po, her tushie wiggling in the air as she greedily licked up and down that magnificent, glistening black length: that ground squirrel had what had to be the most perfect little bottom Saphira had ever seen, male or female. Firm, ripe, and so tempting, like a sweet and juicy fruit just begging for a taste, or a pair of strong hands to give it a good squeezing. A moment later, however, and a second bottom joined the first, this one smooth and pale. Amy Sorel, it seemed, had decided she was done with merely watching.

“You know,” Sally murmured, passing Po’s cock over to the redheaded Goth girl, letting her start bobbing her head right away, “I think Amy’s one of the cutest names ever.”

Saphira felt her underbelly’s scales grow quite warm as she received a mental image of a sweet young hedgehog, her slim pink body freshly denuded as she stood in a bedroom, blushing furiously as Sally Acorn finished stripping off her panties, the last of her clothes. This princess certainly had excellent taste in her lovers. Saphira couldn’t help but wonder if she might not mind a dalliance with a needy dragoness as well.

Such memories, however, were pale against the reality of the moment, as Amy and Sally, human and ground squirrel, traded Po’s cock back and forth, each of them taking a few long, deep suckings, before trading it back, bobbing their heads as far as they could before being forced to pull up from simple need for air. Of course, neither of them made it all the way down Po’s penis, though certainly not for lack of trying.

“Sally,” Po suddenly got out, his voice tight. “A-Amy, I can’t…I mean, I’m gonna…it’s just about to…”

Holding Po’s stiff black penis right between them, Amy and Sally eagerly started to pump it with their hands, eyes wide as they watched precum bubble from the tip in copious quantities. Their expressions turned to awe and sheer joy, then, when Po’s hips lifted off the ground as he gave a loud cry of passion fulfilled, his orgasm like a geyser in raw elemental force! Cum sprayed everywhere, raining down on both their upturned faces, as they breathed hard, faces flushed.

“Go for it,” Sally murmured to Amy’s unspoken question, before the slender, pale-skinned human eagerly straddled Po’s hips, not giving him enough time to enter his refractory period, rolling her hips forward and back, trapping Po’s penis against the lips of her cunny, until, suddenly, she caught the plump tip on her labia, and thrust herself back onto him, nice and slow.

“So much warmer than father’s,” she murmured almost inaudibly, heedless of Sally as the other girl suckled on Po’s heavy white-furred balls. “And…so much bigger as well.”

Reaching down, Amy took Po’s hands in her own, then guided them to her breasts, letting him completely engulf her cutely-budding girlflesh. As soon as Po had a tight hold, Amy started to bounce on his lap, breathing like a sprinter in short, steady puffs as his balls slapped her pert bum, making it bounce with each impact. Sally pulled away as Amy’s lovemaking began in earnest. Saphira could already sense that the young princess had other desires that needed fulfilling.

Her mind wandering a little, Saphira shuddered as she felt Kim Possible cumming, hard. The red-haired teen vixen was on her stomach (which just made her slight baby bump show up that much better), hands gripping the flagstones beneath her as warthog and rhino greedily ate her out. Kim’s juices were running copiously down Bebop’s snout, while Rocksteady held her fluffy tail up, allowing him to rim her tense pink tailhole, the sensation making Kim bite down on her hand to suppress a scream as she came again, her new, furry body so much more charged and sexually aware than the human body she’d lost to the ravages of Castlevania’s werefoxes.

Sensing that Bebop and Rocksteady had given themselves fully over to “herdthink,” accepting the will of the group above their own, and that their big, hard cocks would soon be put to good use when they’d properly subdued the one who’d kept them from joining the group properly until that point, Saphira let her thoughts drift away, to the sweet scene of elven sex taking place near the entrance. Cutter’s beautiful face was tense with pleasure, his teeth tightly grit as he looked down at his best friend’s bottom, clutched tightly in his hands, his smooth penis thrusting in and out of the pale-skinned male’s body at a phenomenal pace. The Wolfrider leader was close, his own flawless bottom tense, his belly tight as his fingers dug into Skywise’s supple flesh.

Cutter, of course, wasn’t the only one who was close right then. In the middle, Hen Wen was squirming eagerly, filled to the brim, feeling nothing but pleasure as she didn’t even try to resist the orgasms rocking her body, filling her with light the same way the pale-skinned elf on top of her, and the bronze-skinned one beneath were filling her with their precum. All around her, she could hear the cries of ultimate pleasure coming from the cumming males, and cut off Skywise’s cry with a passionate kiss, letting her eyes squeeze tightly shut as she gave herself up to the feeling of sharing orgasms with all three of these beautiful males at the same time.

Blinking, Saphira was in awe at what she sensed from that simple act of lovemaking, unassisted by any inhibition-lowering aphrodisiac like what Sally had shared with them all. As Hen Wen allowed herself to be rolled over onto her stomach by Rayek, giving a soft moan as he slid into her cumslick cunny, Saphira saw that by this act of the free sharing of love, she’d opened up the angry dark elf’s mind and heart to the thought that he could share love with others, that he didn’t have to be bound by who he’d not been allowed to love, but could instead revel in the ecstasy that could be his with those who did accept, and even welcome, what he could offer. With that acceptance of love, rather than hate, Saphira, with her rudimentary sense of the flow of magic, could tell that something terrible had been averted, as a possible dark future was suddenly closed off. Skywise, meanwhile, rolled onto his back, biting his lower lip as Cutter slid into him once again, resting the white-haired male’s ankles on his shoulders as he did so. Their relationship had burst through to the next level, a level that neither of them had realized was even possible. Watching their smooth elven bodies moving together was a thing of pure beauty, and Saphira paused a long while, simply enjoying the view.

But then, she wasn’t the only one. Leetah stood by Saphira’s side right then, the copper-skinned beauty resting a soft hand on warm blue scales.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, almost as much in Saphira’s mind as with actual words. “Isn’t it?”

Saphira had to agree, and shared the thought with pure emotion as she leaned down, letting her tongue play against Leetah’s lips. As the Sun elf took Saphira’s tongue into her mouth, suckling on it playfully, they both shared the mental image of other acts of pleasure and joy taking place around the fire. Leetah was certainly not bothered to learn that her lifemate was finding true joy with his male lifemate, with whom he’d finally Recognized properly. She was no more bothered to discover that, their work with Kim Possible finally done, Bebop and Rocksteady were being serviced by her children, Ember licking her way up and down the rhino’s stiff circumcised prick, while Sunstream happily swirled his tongue around the inside of Bebop’s uncut and unretracted foreskin, all the better to stimulate the extra-sensitive corona within. The elf healer only smiled in amusement as she saw, through Saphira’s heightened dragonsense, the burly pair of beastmen fistbump each other, not even needing to look for their knuckles to make perfect contact, so accustomed to working together were the pair of well-muscled…what was the word? Ah yes, “knuckleheads.” That adjective stood out most prominently when Saphira probed the minds of Bebop and Rocksteady, and Leetah had to agree that it seemed to fit quite well.

As for black-winged Nina and Katt, well, they had their own fun going on right then. Eager to please, Kogenta was stripped to his fur, his adorable blue-striped bottom wiggling as he happily licked Katt’s cunny, his total and complete attention given to the act, nothing wavering, as the woren girl sat on her precious stripy tush, her thighs splayed wide, her staff resting on her shoulders as he grinned down at the male that was so very eager to serve her every whim. Byakko, meanwhile, was far more aggressive, and Nina soon found herself on all-fours, moaning loudly in her sweet, musical voice, so well-suited for singing, just like the birds that her people could become in ancient times. Behind her, his massive black-furred paws gripping her coral pink bottom, holding her lower lips open wide with his thumbs, the mighty black tiger let his eager growls rumble right through Nina’s whole body as he buried his muzzle against her dripping sex, his raspy tongue lashing over her clitoris again and again and again, until she was a sweat-soaked mess, her breasts heaving, her eyes heavy-lidded, her whole world centered right down on that point of pure pleasure where Byakko’s tongue met her heated flesh.

And then there was Draco.

[70% chance of success, tiebreaker roll – rolled 29!]

Oh, so that’s where Sally got to! For Draco, all that was really needed for him to attract women was to roll on his back and ask. In all seriousness, with a quim-melting voice like that, and such flawless, impeccable manners as well, who could resist? And, of course, everyone knew that princesses were even more weak to draconic influence than most. Not a single one of the princesses in the room (save the one who was almost passed out from well-applied tigertongue) had a chance at resisting Draco’s least suggestion.

“You’re doing such a good job,” Draco praised Sally Acorn as the supple little redhead kissed and caressed the underside of the bronze-scaled dragon’s erect penis, rubbing her small breasts against the numerous ridges, while the ones near its base teased against her clitoris and aching cunny lips. “Have you ever pleasured a dragon before? You’ve got a lot of natural talent.”

“F-first time,” Sally panted, before leaning forward, her tongue caressing the very tip of the dragon’s immense, tapered penis. If not for that taper, there was no way it would fit inside the little ground squirrel – it was about as tall as she was!

“If you please,” said one of the Ninas, number four, wearing a short blue dress and black leggings. “I’d really like a turn. He just smells so heavenly.”

“Me too!” exclaimed the first Nina eagerly, crowding in on the other side, her pink singlet tight against her body, especially her rigidly-erect nipples. “It’s not nice to be greedy, you know.”

“I’d like to try a taste as well,” agreed the third Nina, wearing a short pink dress that seemed to be constantly riding up.

“Okay,” Sally reluctantly agreed, then brightened. “Yeah, it’s okay. I mean, there’s plenty for all of us.”

Pulling away from Draco’s upright erection, Sally turned, and suddenly kissed the first Nina full on her lips, her tongue swiftly invading the other girl’s far less experienced mouth. Too astonished to even think about resisting, Nina moaned softly as Sally’s hands stroked down her body, from her shoulders all the way to her feet (though she had to break the kiss around that point), taking the first Windian’s one-piece clothing with her, laying her smooth body bare, right down to her downy tufts of yellow pubic fluff, which were surprisingly similar to a chick’s feathers.

The third Nina, the one with the frilly pink dress, was forewarned, but hardly forearmed, as Sally turned, leaving the first Nina panting for breath, and approached the other winged girl from the rear, her hands wrapping around the blonde princess, squeezing her breasts through her dress eagerly.

“I…I say!” exclaimed this Nina in highly formal courtly tones. “This isn’t really…oooh!”

Already Sally was kissing the Windian girl’s neck, then down into the delicate spot between neck and shoulder, while her hands reached the clasps on the back of her dress, deftly undoing them one by one. In moments, the dress fluttered down, and the now-naked, pert blonde teen hugged herself as she knelt on Draco’s stomach, her adorable bum resting on her heels.

“Y-you don’t have to strip me,” the fourth Nina explained as Sally turned to her, smiling wickedly. “I’ll do it. Really, I will.”

Her hands were indeed already going to the hem of her short dress, lifting it upward. Sally, however, was insatiable right then, and even as Nina lifted her dress over her head, the redhaired princess was tugging down her black leggings, and the panties beneath as well.

“Come on, girls,” Sally enthused, giving the fourth Nina a smack on her small bum, making her ‘eep!’ cutely as she scurried forward to Draco’s penis. “Let’s all show our big dragonfriend how much we appreciate him.”

Even as the four lovely young women, four so humanlike, with smooth pink skins, and the fourth sporting lovely soft fur, began to press in around Draco’s shaft, rubbing their beautiful bodies up and down its hard length, their tongues and mouths greedily lapping up every drop of copious precum, Draco was trading kisses with Priscilla and Saphira, alternating between the two…but mostly concentrating on Priscilla. In all honesty, Saphira’s attention was somewhat divided right then, as her tail was curled protectively around the smallest and youngest of the Ninas, the green-haired one, whose toxin-absorbing wings made her immune to the aphrodisiac wine, and who was still a little too shy to get involved in the proceedings. At least, not until she got to know everyone a little bit better. At the same time, while Saphira was rubbing her lower body against Draco’s side, leaving the moisture of her slick sex behind, she was rubbing one digit against Leetah’s quim as well, the psychic link she’d established with the copper-skinned elfgirl allowing them to feed off of each others’ pleasure. They both knew Leetah’s stamina would give out well before Saphira’s, even given Leetah’s far greater sexual experience, but all the same, they were both quite eager indeed to see their mutual pleasures rise as far as they could go.

Moaning as Draco handled her breasts, having slid off her furry dress, leaving her naked body exposed, her tail waving across the floor as his strong hands stroked through the thin layer of fur that covered her whole body, Priscilla suddenly shuddered as Draco’s fingers teased her nipples, before his muzzle followed, wrapping around first one and then the other of her nipples, their pink color so startling against the snowy white of her body.

“Draco,” she moaned, gripping his head as he curled his prehensile tongue around one of those almost painfully sensitive teats. “Oh please, Draco, I need…I need…”

Draco knew what Priscilla needed, and large as she was, he was larger, and stronger as well, and easily lifted her up, straddling her over his muzzle. Mouth parting, Draco felt a warm tingle of pride run through his bones as his tongue slid into the demigoddess’ beautiful little cunny (in relative terms, of course), and he heard her cry of sweet ecstasy as he found those special places that could only be reached from within, her dainty hands gripping his crown of horns tightly as she began to grind herself against his muzzle in a very unladylike fashion. Surely she’d be terribly embarrassed by her behavior later. Right now, though, she was a woman with desperate needs. Needs that Draco well knew how to meet.

Unable to hold back anymore, drunk as much on dragoncum as on the aphrodisiac that had sparked this entire wild scene, Sally left off using her entire body to rub against Draco’s penis next to the other three princesses. As the three Ninas gawked in astonishment, and more than a little wild arousal, the little princess climbed up the underside of Draco’s penis, using its ridges and protrusions as handholds, until she’d reached the very tip. Biting her lower lip as she concentrated, Sally gripped Draco’s cockhead with her thighs, much like she’d grip a horse, leaning forward slightly to use her hands to guide the pointed tip into place. Once she felt her tender mound yielding slightly, the redheaded princess grit her teeth…and pushed herself down.

“Oh sweet mother Mobius!” she almost screamed. “He’s huge!”

The three winged princesses could only watch in awe as Sally started to almost madly ride Draco’s cock, taking nearly a goof fifth of his length into her heavily-gushing sex with each stroke. Just enough to let the topmost ridges on the underside rasp against her clitty. At the same time, Priscilla was similarly crying out in wild abandon, riding Draco’s muzzle for all she was worth, using his horns to hold on tightly as he moved his muzzle in time with her own body, his tongue stimulating places deep, deep within her that she’d never imagined could even exist, not in all her immortal years.

Feeling left out, the three smooth-skinned princesses moved in, vigorously rubbing their tender sexes against Draco’s shaft from all sides, leaving streaks of their cum behind with each movement, until his entire length was glistening with the juices of their and Sally’s arousal. It was this added stimulation that finally got to the powerful male dragon, his neck tensing as he bucked his head with even greater force, stroking against the sweet spot right before Priscilla’s cervix. As she screamed loudly, her juices gushing out in a torrent as she came…and came…and came some more, Draco roared right into her quim, taking her to even greater heights with the force of that bellow, his own pleasure peaking out. Sally’s own scream was high and sweet as her belly started to swell for several seconds…before she popped off Draco’s cock like a champagne cork, flopping onto her back on his stomach, gasping desperately for breath. She was joined moments later by the three Ninas, all of them having worn themselves out with cock-induced orgasms and the raw heat of the moment.

Letting Leetah cuddle gently with the little green-haired cutie, Saphira carefully extracted herself from the well-pleasured elf, and the innocent young teen. Climbing over Draco, careful to keep her weight on his thighs, rather than his belly, where Sally and the three other Ninas lay, the blue-scaled dragoness smiled down at Draco, who smiled back, Priscilla resting, panting, by his side, hugging him close.

“Are you spent already, great one?” psychically teased the dragoness with a naughty smile on her face.

“Oh no,” Draco reassured her, his penis swiftly regaining its rigidity as she leaned forward, breathing on it, letting a touch of her magic flow into the powerful male to revitalize him. “For one as lovely as you, never.”

“When you’ve finished with him,” Priscilla murmured sleepily, “let me know. I do so want a turn of my own, after all.”

“Yes,” hissed Saphira, the word entirely mental, but the hiss quite audible as she sank herself good and hard down on Draco’s proud penis, taking him right to the roots. “Oh yes!”

Grabbing hold of Saphira’s waist with the talon not cradling the beautiful crossbreed, Draco bucked his hips as hard as he dared, somehow managing not to displace the four lovely princesses still lying on his belly. Moving his hips more than the rest of him, he met Saphira with all the vigor and force that she gave to him, hammer on anvil, his rigid shaft sluicing against her sweet insides, stimulating her in all the right ways, the ways that only a dragon’s penis could properly do inside of another dragon’s vagina. It felt good, and it felt natural, and Saphira soon found that she couldn’t think of anything else, even Po’s penis forgotten (at least for the moment – her memory would rekindle on that subject soon enough).

Words forgotten, Saphira suddenly screeched, long and loud, making the rose window rattle in its frame and plaster and loose rocks rain down from the ceiling as her cry of ecstasy was matched by Draco’s own. She felt his liquid power quenching the heat burning in her belly, alternating between hot and cold, her whole body so alive as she trembled over him, not daring to move more than what was required by the spasms of her body, for fear of stimulating herself too much, so much that she lost consciousness. Even as much as she desired it, desired to let herself go completely, Saphira knew that this was not the time or place. After their adventures, perhaps, but not now.

Laying herself back down, lifting her leg as she did so to allow Draco’s penis to slip free with a gush of their commingled juices, Saphira snuggled up next to her bronze-scaled lover’s side, her tail and wing once more curling protectively around Leetah and Nina. There were still so many scenes of erotic delight taking place around her, but right then, she was far too tired out to properly partake of their shared sweetness. At least for right then.

“Mmm,” cooed Priscilla eagerly, letting her hand stroke down Draco’s chest. “I think I’m ready for my turn now.”

“Whatever the lady wants,” Draco replied dutifully. A true knight, after all, did not let down a lady in her hour of need.

Choices

As a final note, I would like to point out that those latter two rolls were to see not only if Sally was believed, and the sex scene proceeded as planned, but also to see if there would be…interruptions. Make of that what you will, but do bear in mind, there are things in the walls of Castlevania. Things that are far less delicious than wall chicken.

Now, to this week’s choices:

1) Our heroes on the inside head toward the Hellstation's core - 9

(65% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

2) The violation of Supergirl, Stargirl, She-Ra, and the Sailor Scouts - 4

(may be negated as a choice if another option is selected first)

3) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 12

(60% chance of success, 4 successes or failures)

*Desert City

4) Fate of the slaves and slave revolt - 8

(45% chance of success, one roll for each grouping)

5) Bambi and company meet Blacksad and company, then make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety - 2

(45% chance of success, 3 successes or failures; success here will put Bambi, Berri, Shirley McLoon, and Goldie Pheasant into active play, and peacefully retire the others; failure will put everyone into the clutches of Shere Khan)

6) What's going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat's Casino - a 20's-style speakeasy - 9

(55% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

-The Mouse Trap - a pub with the best card games in Casino City - 1

-The Percheron - all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot - 7

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 0

-The Pyramid - what are our friends up to? - 0

-Treasure Island - pirate-themed, and pirate-attended - 2

*Castlevania and Environs

7) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 5

(50% chance of success for the Queen of Blades, best of 3)

8) Our teams meet up for the final approach - 13

(60% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

9) Ayumi, both Lara Crofts, Daring Do, and Rouge do some treasure hunting by themselves - 4

(40% chance of success, rolled 5 times, once for each character)

10) Scar and the Tyrannos arrive on War World - 1

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

*Other Locations

11) Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania - 7

(60% chance of success, 5 successes or failures)

12) An itch beneath their tails - 14

(Tails gets molested)

13) The wolves and dogs on the ship gang up on Big Macintosh - 8

14) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested) - 4

15) Shere Khan's further villainy - 0

16) Bucky O'Hare tries to escape the Jungles of Rage - 0

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

17) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage - 6

(40% chance of success, rolled once for each fleeing character)

18) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab - 4

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions)

Adventures of T-Rex characters (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The\_Adventures\_of\_T-Rex) - 3

Aisha Clan-Clan (http://outlawstar.wikia.com/wiki/Aisha\_Clan-Clan) - 4

Banjo (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Banjo) & Kazooie (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Kazooie) - 1

Bubsy the Bocat (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubsy) - 4

Dr. Viper (http://villains.wikia.com/wiki/Dr.\_Viper) - 1

Duke, Captain N's Dog (http://captainn.wikia.com/wiki/Duke) - 1

Easter Bunny (male or female?) - 1

Eleanor Lamb (http://bioshock.wikia.com/wiki/Eleanor\_Lamb) - 1

Fire Emblem Characters - both into action

-Anankos (http://fireemblem.wikia.com/wiki/Anankos) - 5

-Corrin (https://fireemblemwiki.org/wiki/Corrin) - 5

Fran (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Fran) - 1

Gordon Freeman (Half-Life, https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6PNZBb6b9LvDWpI-5CPYUxG1Rnm-vr9V) - 1

Gordon Shumway (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ALF\_(TV\_series) - 2

Jaquins (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Jaquins - they're good guys) - 3

Leroy (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The\_Catillac\_Cats#Leroy) - 1

Poison (http://streetfighter.wikia.com/wiki/Poison) - 2

Rajang (a monster encounter, http://monsterhunter.wikia.com/wiki/Rajang) - 2

Rakeesh (http://questforglory.wikia.com/wiki/Rasha\_Rakeesh\_SahTarna) - 3

Reptile (http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Reptile) - 1

The Rescuers (Bianca and Bernard) - 2

Sailor Animamates (http://sailormoon.wikia.com/wiki/Sailor\_Animamates) - 5 - but on which side?

Soul Caliber women

• Hildegard von Krone (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Hilde - a princess) - 4

• Scheherazade (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Scheherazade) - 4

Subject Delta (http://bioshock.wikia.com/wiki/Subject\_Delta) - 1

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

Tomamo no Mae (http://fategrandorder.wikia.com/wiki/Tamamo\_no\_Mae) - 5 - so it will be done

Tracer (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Tracer) - 3

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen)

Godzilla meets Superpuma (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIRG8qELuXk) - 1

Kim Possible gets in touch with family & friends - 6

Marvel vs. Capcom teamup (Deadpool, Okami, and Dante) - 5

Fluttershy/Toriel - 2

Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania - 3

Brooklyn/Firebrand - 7 - gargoyles on gargoyles

Nobody joins the bughunt - 5

Cobra (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cobra\_(G.I.\_Joe)) shows up - 6

Alien Queen/Asriel (his adult version) - 2

The Slave Factory - 4

Toralei/Catra - 3

Skeletor re-dominates his former servants - 3

Catra shows off her panther form - 3

Mirage gives the Dark Queen to Bahamut - 4

Reverse hunting, with heroes as hunters, and villains as prey - 8 - gonna see it, if they succeed

Wile E. Coyote swaps an egg with one of Maleficent's - 3

Hornyberries (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6743630/) show up - 2

Gadget Hackwrench and Foxglove get off the chopping block (will change the vote option in Fat Cat's Casino) - 7 - decided

Biker Mice from Mars buy some Chopping Block characters - 4

Characters in The Last Stop voted off the Chopping Block (an escape run may be imminent):

-Amber - 1

-Annabelle - 1

-Brandy Harrington - 2

-The Chipettes - 1

-Hello Kitty - 1

-Sandy Carington - 1

-Tiffany Turlington - 1

Brown and Hewie want to seduce their mistresses – 1

Treachery among villains! – 1

Malefor breaks in his new slaves – already planning on doing this, actually