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Entry 38

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Superstation

1) Sniper Battle between Nova Terra and Widowmaker (Reaper and Batgirl on the sidelines) – 7

(55% chance, best 2 of 3)

2) Cleanse Swift Wind…thoroughly – 6

(80% chance, 2 successes or 4 failures – he’s pretty outnumbered…save for Evil-Lynn)

3) The Hordeswomen and Hordesmen join up and assault our heroes – 1

(60% chance of success, 3 successes or failures)

4) The Space Pirates Arrive (an all-Villains scene) – 2

Immediate Character Additions

The Metallikats (http://swatkats.wikia.com/wiki/The\_Metallikats) – 2

Sylvia (http://wanderoveryonder.wikia.com/wiki/Sylvia) – 2

*Desert City

Additional Vote: Will Red XIII/Nanaki be anthro or feral? – 7/5 – anthro it is

a) Rescue mission! – Our police officers try to free their friends and other prisoners – 5

(60% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures - one member of the team will be caught on any failures)

b) What’s happening at another casino (randomly determined)? – 1

(If Fat Cat's Casino is rolled randomly once more, there are 50/50 odds that either Tanya and Fieval will be ravished, or Gadget, Foxglove, and Tammy will be. The one who isn't ravished, however, will escape.)

c) The Pokemon Trade – Scooby Doo and Brain team up with Flamedramon and Wargreymon to investigate the pokemon breeding racket – 4

(65% chance of success, 3 successes or failures)

d) Breakout – Matt the anubian and Rocket Raccoon try to escape; they witness the fates of numerous captives in the process…and might join them, if they fail – 6

(45% chance of success, 4 successes or 3 failures – every roll is done twice, first for the escapees, and the second time to see if another prisoner is ravished)

Immediate Party Additions:

Black Orchid (http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/B.Orchid) – 2

Guilmon (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Guilmon) – 3

Henry Wong (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Henry\_Wong) – 1

Lopmon (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Lopmon) – 0

Rouge the Bat (http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Rouge\_the\_Bat) – 2

Takato Matsuki (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Takato\_Matsuki) – 3

Terriermon (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Terriermon) – 1

*Castlevania

Which version of Lara Croft should appear in the jungle? Classic or Modern? – 6/6 – both it is, then

(http://kotaku.com/how-lara-croft-has-changed-over-the-last-16-years-1505856265 - “Classic” is how she was portrayed pre-20013; “Modern” is her 2013+ portrayal. I am much more likely to do naughty things to the “Classic” Tomb Raider, but the “Modern” one is too gritty for me not to root for her to win.)

Votes will decide where Sally Acorn ends up next after her ordeal (except the ship)

A) A scene from the ship/Moving Day – please select either Ice Cave or Jungle – 5

B) Alphys, Doggo, and Undyne get seduced – 2

C) Spidergasm – 3

(75% chance of success, 3 successes or failures)

D) Sophitia, Cassandra, and Pyrrha meet Aeon Calcos – 2

(65% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

E) Kim Possible, Katt, and Kogenta - what do they do now that the sex has ended? – 4

(60% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

*Character cleanup starts (7 votes needed) – 7 – so it begins

Aava, The King’s Pet (http://darksouls.wikia.com/wiki/Aava,\_the\_King's\_Pet) – 2

Adventures of T-Rex characters (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The\_Adventures\_of\_T-Rex) – 2

Aisha Clan-Clan (http://outlawstar.wikia.com/wiki/Aisha\_Clan-Clan) – 1

Bark the Polar Bear (http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Bark\_the\_Polar\_Bear) – 5 – very well

Bubsy the Bocat (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubsy) – 2

Cassie Cage (http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Cassie\_Cage) – 3

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

Duke, Captain N’s Dog – 1

Easter Bunny (male or female?) – 1

ElfQuest Characters – 5 – active

-Cutter

-Ember

-Leetah

-Rayek

-Skywise

-Sunstream

-Winnowill (a villainess)

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

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

Gajeel Redfox (http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Gajeel\_Redfox) - 4

Gilgamesh (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gilgamesh) – 1

Golbez (Final Fantasy IV) – 4

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

Guin (http://www.mangahere.co/manga/guin\_saga/) - 3

Hepzibah (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hepzibah\_(comics)) – 4

Jazz Jackrabbit (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jazz\_Jackrabbit) – 4

John Blacksad and sidekick Weekly (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blacksad) – 6 – I do like him

Junkrat (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Junkrat) – 5 – joins Roadhog

Lamashtu (http://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Lamashtu - a villainess) – 1

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

Panther Lily (http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Panther\_Lily) – 5 – will appear

Priscilla (http://darksouls.wikia.com/wiki/Crossbreed\_Priscilla) – 3

Pumyra (http://thundercats.wikia.com/wiki/Pumyra) – 4

The Rescuers (Bianca and Bernard) – 1

Sailor Animamates (http://sailormoon.wikia.com/wiki/Sailor\_Animamates) – 2

Shining Tears X Wind Characters (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shining\_Tears\_X\_Wind) – 5 – I plan on adding various “Shining” series characters besides these, actually

-Raihi

-Rouen

Sif, The Great Grey Wolf (http://darksouls.wikidot.com/sif-the-great-grey-wolf - also https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkyi8aLgq\_k) – 3

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

Thirty/Thirty (http://bravestarr.wikia.com/wiki/Thirty/Thirty) – 3

Tracer (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Tracer) - 2

Winston (http://overwatch.gamepedia.com/Winston) – 4

Zoo Crew (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain\_Carrot\_and\_His\_Amazing\_Zoo\_Crew!) – 3

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

The Next Villain Scene (10 votes to take place) – 0

Boss, the charr engineer, becomes a voyeur with Riva, the asari comm specialist – 3

Casino: Pleasure Island casino, a place for transformations – 6

Events at the Last Stop (since we delayed) – 4

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

Kim Possible gets in touch with family & friends – 2

Samus Aran/Morrigan/Wonder Woman – 7 – No objections from me ^.^

Marvel vs. Capcom teamup (Deadpool, Okami, and Dante) – 1

Chun Li/Judy Hopps (Nick Wilde also suggested) – 6

Future version of Brooklyn and his family – 6

Hyrule Warriors version of Midna – 7 – she’ll transform soon

Fox McCloud gets a zero suit – 8 – comfy, but it rides up a bit…

Vitani/Shenzi – 3

Vitani/Kiara – 3

More Wolf Link/Midna fun – 8 – sounds like fun to me

Fluttershy/Toriel – 1

Battle for control of Alduin – 2

Drago (from Dragonheart) joins the dragons in Castlevania – 1

Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania – 1

Advance pregnancies (baby bumps all around) – 1

Author Notes

Since I’m thinking about it, and I think folks deserve love, here’s a shoutout to a really nifty bit of work-in-progress: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1010969 - WinterRaptor’s done an awesome job so far, and I look forward to what comes next. Besides all that, I think this flash is a good example of how any pokemon can be sexy, when done right.

Speaking of shoutouts, https://www.sofurry.com/view/1071339 came out recently, and I thought it was pretty hot. The fellah was good enough to even list me as an inspiration. I guess it’s only decent to mention him to others. After all, there’s plenty to go around.

UFC Entry 38

*SPANG!*

Trailing the group, Batgirl was too focused on hurrying to catch up to notice the very subtle play of a blue dot along the side of her head. Nova Terra, however, wasn’t. Reacting with precognitive reflexes, the blonde slammed herself bodily into the redhead, sending them both tumbling behind one of the many pipes that inundated the area.

A slight curl of her lip was the only sign of emotion Widowmaker made.

“Sniper,” said Batgirl, her eyes wide, her breasts heaving to either side of her yellow Bat-shield (pretty much the lowest point on her surviving costume). Nova nodded. “What’re we going to do?”

“Let me in,” said the blonde, placing a hand on the side of Batgirl’s head. “I need you as a spotter. We’ll be able to communicate much faster if I can talk directly to your mind.”

Blinking at this revelation, Batgirl hesitated, but only long enough for a second shot to ricochet from their hidingplace, meant to keep them pinned down rather than because the sniper intended to hit anything. Then she closed her eyes, and nodded. A soft shudder ran through her body as she felt Nova slip smoothly inside. There was a moment of panick as she feared the ghost going too far, but then…then she stopped, keeping herself limited to surface thoughts, and no deeper.

“Circle around,” instructed the combat veteran. “If you can find our attacker before she finds us again, I’ll be able to find her as well, using your eyes.”

For just a moment, Batgirl hesitated, getting used to the strange new sensations of being connected to someone else. She had to adjust, so as not to get distracted by the feeling. Then, when she felt sure of herself, she nodded. After that, no further words were necessary.

*TKOW!*

Diving, tucking, and rolling, Batgirl stayed one instant away from the sniper’s bullet. Nova Terra was hardly still, snapping up from cover, her rifle instantly going to her shoulder as she sighted toward the muzzle flash. Instantly, she snapped off a shot, then dove into the next patch of pipework.

*PKANG!*

From her covert, nestled in the midst of the coiling pipes and bare girders of the detention center, Widowmaker jerked back with a sharp intake of breath, sparks flying from the pipe on which she’d rested her rifle. Even with only a heartbeat to aim, Nova Terra was good at what she did.

“I think,” said the blue-skinned woman as she began to move in the many shadows of the detention center’s recesses, “that the game needs to change.”

Catching sight of multiple muzzle flashes, Batgirl dove and flipped forward with all the skills she’d learned as a gymnast before donning the mask. But the bullets weren’t aimed at her, as she discovered only a moment later, when several of the lights above her shattered in a spray of glass.

“Die,” said a cold, lethal voice, as a dark, hooded figure stepped from the sudden shadows he’d created, his oversized pistols held before him with tireless steadiness. “Die. Die!”

Spinning at the last moment, Batgirl only barely escaped the hail of bullets that rained down all around her, staying just one step ahead of sudden death as Reaper filled the area with black lead hornets. The pipework only acted as cover, as Batgirl discovered with a horrified glance down, where one bullet passed right between her pumping legs, insomuch as they obscured his view of her body: the bullets phased right through matter! Batgirl had no desire to find out if they phased through flesh as well.

Fortunately for Batgirl, Reaper’s attention was divided between her, and the job he was doing for Widowmaker. Unfortunately, this job entailed him shooting out the lights, one by one. Nova glanced up with a set frown as she saw the fixtures shattering, until, finally, there was only the occasional patch of dim red light, where the very few emergency bulbs remained. She was so close to cover, having been running at top speed toward a likely spot from which she could take aim at the one hunting her. Now, with only emergency lights to guide her, she nearly tripped over obstacles she could no longer see, while she did her best to make the adjustments needed to operate with only dim red lights.

Dim red lights…and three small bright ones…a night vision helmet!

*Bang*

[55% chance, best 2 of 3 – rolled 83]

Nova Terra gasped softly as she felt the bullet strike, before she tumbled forward into the tangle of girders and pipes, her skintight ghost uniform clinging snugly to her body as she was bent double over a low-hanging steam pipe. Widowmaker smiled, rising back to her feet, as she raised her still-smoking rifle to her puckered lips, and blew across the barrel.

“Adieu, mon ami,” she said in a soft, intimate whisper.

“Murderer!” Batgirl nearly screamed, and suddenly Widowmaker was falling back with a soft grunt as a startlingly powerful fist plowed into her cheek. Batgirl was a whirling dervish of blows, using her punch’s momentum to land a second punch, then a third, then a high kick, followed by a back kick as she turned all the way around. Under other circumstances, Widowmaker, ever a connoisseur of beauty, might have appreciated the way the teen heroine’s trim breasts bounced and toned belly tensed when she threw a punch, or the way her lovely little buttocks flexed right at the moment before one of her kicks impacted. As it was, however, she was far too concerned with keeping herself conscious, as the second punch shattered all three lenses in her helmet, and the last kick sent her flipping over a stomach-high pipe that had been right behind her. Even lacking the ability to feel more than the most cursory of sensations, Widowmaker could still only take so much trauma before she began to black out.

Breathing hard, and only barely conscious, Widowmaker nevertheless smiled up at Batgirl as the young heroine stood triumphantly over her defeated foe.

“Anything to say for yourself?” demanded the red-haired masked beauty.

“You have a beautiful cunt,” answered Widowmaker.

“…what…” Batgirl started to say, her face incredulous, right before a huge, dark shape loomed up behind her.

“DIE! DIE! DIE!”

It was Reaper, flashes from the muzzles of his very large guns dazzling Batgirl’s eyes as he walked forward, his body shifting between smoke and solidity as he passed right through the many protruding obstacles that stood between him and her. Gritting her teeth, Batgirl raced to the edge of the ledge where Widowmaker had been stationed, overlooking the lower area where Nova Terra had been forced to wait. She didn’t hesitate, and instantly took the last step, leaping over the edge as though performing a swan dive, breasts arched outward, arms spread wide.

Though his face couldn’t be seen behind the bone-white mask he wore, Reaper’s manner was confident, assured, as he walked to the edge, his eyes tracing Batgirl’s fall. Already, she was turning in midair, twisting so that she’d land on her yellow-booted feet, facing toward him, ready to act once more. She still had her utility belt, even if most of the rest of her clothes were in tatters, and he didn’t doubt that she’d find some way to defeat him if given the opportunity.

If given the opportunity.

Raising his guns, Reaper took careful aim, the cruel grin almost visible on his death’s head mask.

*POW!*

That nearly visible grin slowly faltered as Reaper’s guns lowered to his sides. His body began to go slack, then, and shadowstuff started to leak from the neat little hole punched right through the forehead of his mask.

[55% chance of success, best 2 of 3 – rolled 39]

“Gotcha,” said Nova Terra, rising from where she’d been playing possum. Reaper didn’t respond. Instead, his body dissipated, as though blown away on a hellsent wind.

“Nova!” cried Batgirl, running to the other woman and hugging her. “I thought you were dead!”

“Caught the bullet on my psi-shield,” explained the blonde woman, hugging Batgirl back for a moment, then looking up. “We’d better make sure Widowmaker doesn’t cause us any more trouble.”

“Back in a flash,” said Batgirl, still elated from both victory and the discovery that her newfound friend wasn’t dead. She was back quite fast, lowering Widowmaker on a line from the upper floor of the two-tiered prison complex, dropping the blue-skinned woman onto the cement below, where Nova Terra deftly yanked her opposite number’s wrists behind her back, and cinched them together with one of Batgirl’s reinforced zip ties.

“That was too close,” said Batgirl, shimmying down the same line (much to Nova’s enjoyment, as she looked up at the supple teen’s squirming, naked body, while doing her best not to appear to be ogling too obviously). “I was sure we were both…”

Batgirl didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence. At that very moment, just as they were both clustered together, Widowmaker at their feet, the whole wall of the prison complex suddenly burst inward with an explosion of masonry and reinforced concrete.

“Yeah!” cried out Anna Puma

“Woo!” shrieked Uni Puma, and both Puma sisters raised their hands in the air as they hopped up from the depths of their street crusher.

Widowmaker just barely opened her eyes in time to see a main battle tank right above her, making her blink in surprise. Nova Terra jumped to one side, rising to all-fours, only to be pinned to the floor as the Puma sisters tossed a net down on top of her. On the other side, Batgirl flipped away with athletic grace, but the moment she landed on her feet, there was the crack of a whip, before Catwoman rose from the tank as well, lashing her cat-o-nine-tails around the supple redhead, pinning her arms to her sides. With a rough jerk, Catwoman took Batgirl off her feet, then leapt to the ground, easily trussing up her lovely young package.

[55% chance of success, final roll – rolled 61]

Looking up as Catwoman was finishing tying a white gag behind Batgirl’s head, the nearly-naked teen squirming against her bonds in a way that was most distracting, while the Puma sisters happily cooed over Nova, squeezing and stroking her beautiful body through her skintight white uniform, Widowmaker called out to the cat-costumed villainess.

“Catwoman!” she cried. “Free me. There are more than just these two in here, and you will need my help to defeat them.”

“I think not,” answered Catwoman with a wicked smile as she slung Batgirl over one shoulder, resting her hand firmly on the teen’s smooth bottom, squeezing it to ensure she stayed right where she was, despite all her wriggling and loud, muffled protests. “You know what happens when you fail in your job, Widowmaker.”

“Non…”

“Yep!” squealed Uni Puma happily, easily scooping up the bound villainess and tossing her over one shoulder, while Anna Puma did the same with Nova Terra. “Those space pirates are gonna be really horny when they arrive. Almost as horny as me’n Anna are right now!”

“Lucky for them we’ve got two cuties to keep ‘em occupied while they settle in!” Anna Puma chimed in. “After Clockwerk’s done his thing to your brains, that is, so you enjoy yourselves. And lucky for us we’ve got you to keep us warm…well, until we have to hand you over, at least.”

“But not you,” said Catgirl as she carried Batgirl toward the tank, lovingly caressing the helpless teen’s supple little cunny as she did so. “Not this time. You, I’m taking straight to my loving master.” She smiled dreamily, making Batgirl moan involuntarily as her fingers touched an especially sensitive spot, making the girl’s juices start to flow. “Wile E. Coyote deserves only the best. And you know how we cats just love to bring our masters presents.”

Though there were more heroic foes still to fight, Catwoman and the Puma Sisters didn’t give them any heed. They had all they wanted for the time being. And so they entered the tank, and ground its gears before pulling back into the hole they’d made through so many layers of the superstation’s interior walls. After all, they had just what they wanted. Leave all the grunt-work to those who enjoyed such things. Right now, it was time for some fun…and everybody knew, catgirls just wanna have fun.

*

If a rational, reasonable observer could be asked, Ron Stoppable had no doubt that his situation was perfectly understandable. After all, it wasn’t his fault that the enemy happened to have naked golden vixen babes.

With Kim Possible, one of the Agency’s best operatives, out on a mission protecting some VIPs, the Agency had been forced to gather up whatever other agents it could, thanks to the intense stretching of Agency personnel that was already taking place, thanks to a sudden spike in suspicious activity. Ron Possible was among an elite team, which included Kim’s mother, Ann, and cousin, Joss. Penny Gadget and her two friends, Kayla and Atsuko, had been the security and computer experts. Jade Chan, Gen and Gwen Tennyson, as well as Yuffie Kisaragi were also along, with senior agents Kitty Katswell and the sanghili father/daughter team of Khida and Thepa ‘Kuttinee, the old warhorse having been given command of the mission. Reinforcements were promised, and rumors had circulated among the young agents that the living legends Chun-Li or Garrus might be among those reinforcements, but, well, that hadn’t happened. Or if it had, Ron was in no position to know it.

Their mission had been to investigate War World’s nightlife. After a scouting foray into the ruins of the ancient metropolis, Ann Possible, the team leader, had decided they’d have better luck searching the casinos. After all, the city natives (those that weren’t hostile) all told tales about the slaving activities taking place to the south, in the desert. Some even told strange tales about an ancient ruin on the borderland where the desert met the jungle, where slaves were being sent from all across the galaxy, to uncover something that should remain buried and forgotten.

Right about the time they’d arrived in town was when things started to go wrong. Khida had been the first one to notice it, how the natives looked at them askance, how furtive shadows seemed to follow them wherever they went. At first Ann Possible had been too busy with her investigations, sending out her younger charges and taking their reports, to notice, but eventually even she realized that something was up.

By then, of course, it was far too late.

Ron grumbled as he remembered the ambush. Thugs from Jabba’s Palace had arrived, armed with stunners. His team had been in a narrow alley, trying to remain inconspicuous. As long as they’d stayed unnoticed, the plan might have worked, but since they were noticed, all the close quarters meant was that even the seemingly unstoppable sangheili warrior had eventually gone down, though he, at least, managed to take a few of their attackers with him, cutting them down with his energy sword before he was finally subdued along with all the others. Everyone, that is, except Ron Stoppable

Crawling out from under a pile of trash, where he’d stumbled after the first stunner salvo, Ron was completely overlooked. When he recovered, he simply followed behind some of the partiers, tossing a cloak over himself to pretend to be a tall jawa. Apparently the disguise worked, because nobody bothered to stop him when he entered Jabba’s Palace and started to snoop around.

Sneaking into the back passages of Jabba’s Palace, Ron soon located one of the many little side alcoves that housed a security console. With so much activity going on as General Scales came in and took over Jabba’s activities, the station wasn’t occupied, allowing Ron to hack into it at his leisure. The first thing he encountered upon activating the video feed was to have his eyes filled with the sight of a sleek-muscled, black-furred anubian being roughly pounded from behind by the thick green prick of a gamorrean guard, while another force-fed his meaty porksword into the jackal’s delicately-sculpted muzzle.

Of course, Ron Stoppable was a total lady’s man! Not interested in the least in sausage, nope, not him! Still, the black jackal dude did have a really hot butt, kind of heart-shaped, with clearly-defined back dimples to either side of the tail, almost like a girl’s, only the shape of his slender hips breaking the illusion somewhat. From Ron’s video vantage, he could clearly see the sweat matting down the anubian’s short-trimmed fur, until it suck to him like a second skin, and soon found himself lost in the hypnotic rhythm of watching the gamorrean’s brutally immense penis plowing, nice and slow, in and out of the moaning, whimpering male’s tailhole, his gorgeous butt deforming a little each time those green hips slapped black buns. For his part, the gamorrean held the jackal’s heavy black penis in one meaty fist, and Ron’s eyes grew huge as he saw how big the shaft of that black-furred beat was, all out of proportion to his slender body…and yet no less beautiful all the same, like it was sculpted from smooth, gleaming onyx.

[http://www.rogminotaur.com/gallery/Show-Rog-Minotaur-Art---1---1---adult\_male\_color---Anubis.jpg.html]

Tearing his eyes away from where they’d been staring, at the anubian’s dripping, precum-slick penis, the first warning shots already starting to spurt, Ron’s gaze was immediately fixed on the jackal’s mouth. That muzzle was eager, even greedy, as he bobbed his head, taking the other gamorrean’s cock right to the roots, time and time and time again, only to pull back right to the swollen dark green tip, smooth canine tongue swirling around the broad glans, then licking into the meatus, before once again he was thrusting his muzzle all the way down, until his chin bumped the green-skinned pigman’s balls. Neither gamorrean was being rough with the male sandwiched between them. In fact, aside from his hand resting on the anubian’s head, right between his large ears, the one getting a blowjob wasn’t doing a thing to force the slender, elegant male, not even thrusting his hips; the anubian was the one being allowed to set his own pace.

Suddenly, the gamorrean rutting the jackal’s rump gave a short, sharp snort, and his hips started moving harder, faster. As soon as the pace picked up, the burly guard in front gave a grunt, the hand by his side clenching tightly, as the anubian quite willingly picked up the pace to match the thrusts of the boar now pounding his buns, his thick green fingers on one hand digging into the black-furred male’s supple flesh with each brutal thrust. Just as suddenly, baring his teeth as the tension overtook him, the gamorrean getting “lip service” grabbed the anubian’s head in both hands, and started pumping his cock as fast as the one behind. Not pausing for an instant, the sleek, beautiful male took this rough treatment with ease, his gold-lined eyes closing, his smooth shaft throbbing, spitting great droplets of pearly white precum onto his chest, belly, and the floor as the gamorrean in the rear worked that beautiful rod just as hard with his massive hand.

The cell was filled with a loud, double grunt as both gamorrean guards hit their orgasms at the same time, their heads jerking back slightly. Only an instant later, the anubian also began to shudder, his hips jerking convulsively as his penis started to spasm, and he whined softly around his heavy mouthful of pig-cock, before his throat started to work visibly, gulping down every last drop. In the rear, cum was running in rivulets down the backs of the anubian’s thighs, and over his heavy black balls, splashing copiously onto the floor.

Different channel! Gulping nervously, Ron Stoppable glanced around to make sure nobody could see the bulge in the front of his baggy cargo pants, and quickly began flipping through the other cameras, searching for where Ann Possible was being held, or maybe some of the other prisoners, someone who he could free that would help free the others. Right now, he was kind of desperate. Already, he could see that there had been several other prisoners added to the lists of slaves, and at the same time, the slaves actually listed as “for sale” had diminished, and was even then being depleted, the slaves transferred to another section of the records. Why that was, Ron couldn’t tell without doing more digging than he could manage easily without drawing attention, but he figured the station where he was would let him at least open a few security doors. Just as long as nobody came around for just a little bit longer…

Hearing a sound, the blonde-haired agent jerked his head toward the opening to the security alcove, and when he saw who it was passing by, his jaw nearly hit the floor. Sure, the guards weren’t anything new, some weequays and a horny-skinned green nikto, and they didn’t seem to be paying much attention to anything except the prisoner in chains that they were driving before them. But the prisoner…wow…

It was a renamon! Ron Stoppable had heard of renamons, of course. They were one of the more popular digimon, among those who trained them, known for their skill in battle, relying on ninja-like agility and speed. Many digimon didn’t actively show sexual characteristics, but this one…oh wow, oh wow. She was sporting a pair of heavy, milk-swollen breasts, little droplets of thick digi-cream dripping from the tips of each broad, pink nipple. The reason for their swollen state, of course, was immediately obvious with a slight look downward: her belly was heavy and gravid. She was ready to pop at any time, from the look of her! While Ron Stoppable didn’t have any idea how fast a digimon’s gestation lasted, even he could tell that this one was going to give birth really, really soon, and the baby had to be huge.

All things considered, Ron could hardly be blamed for bumping the control panel, which beeped loudly in response. Being a teenager, his mind had just been on other things. His attention, however, quickly shifted to the guards that were now looking straight at him, their stun-sticks leveled at his face.

“Oh jeez!”

[45% chance of success, 4 successes or 3 failures – rolled 83 – failure #1 – new chance 40%]

At that same moment, Rocket Raccoon was just puzzling out the one part of his plans that was a little beyond him. Stretched out as he was on a torture rack, waiting for the next set of aliens to come and tap his ringtail. He was already kind of sore from those sharpclaws General Scales had sent in a while back, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Actually, it hadn’t been half bad, even if the big dino-jerks were kind of rough. Right then, he’d figured out exactly what he needed to escape, and how he’d do it. Everything fell neatly into place in those plans…except for how he was going to get free of the metal clamps around his wrists and ankles, holding him spread-eagled to the chill metal table beneath him.

Just as Rocket was starting to think he might have to wait until the next set of rapist/torturers came by to pump him for information (among other things), he blinked as, without fanfare or warning, the clamps disengaged.

“Huh,” said the raccoon, dropping lightly to the floor of his cell, and immediately starting to work on the tilt controls of the metal table, taking what he needed to escape from his cell. “Lucky break.”

[40% chance of success – rolled 31 – success #1! – New chance of success 45%]

A matter of minutes later, and Rocket was stepping out into the hall, his sharp eyes instantly catching sight of a little knot of Jabba’s guards. About half of their number were just going around a corner, dragging a struggling blonde human kid, while the other half were standing guard around…hey, that was Renamon! His upper lip curling up in a sneer, the scrappy little ‘coon started forward, cracking his knuckles as he hefted a long, wooden rod that had once been a table leg in his cell. After being forced to watch his friend and lover get raped right in front of him, raped himself, and then stuck completely in the power of people he really didn’t like…yeah, he wasn’t really in the mood to take much more. A good kneecapping was just what the doctor ordered.

[45% chance of success – rolled 20 – success #2! New chance of success 50%]

“R-rocket,” said Renamon, blinking, more than a little dazed as the coon undid her muzzle, and then worked her free of her chains. “Rocket, you escaped. You…you came to save me…”

“Yeah, don’t get all mushy about it,” said Rocket, rubbing the back of his head self-consciously. If it could show through his fur, he’d have been blushing. “C’mon, we don’t got much time before those jerks come back to check on you. I’m pretty sure I remember the layout of this place. Enough to get us out, anyway.”

“I’ve downloaded the floor schematics,” said Renamon, her dark eyes flashing with a series of blue symbols. “That human boy the guards caught left a security station in open access mode.” Then her eyes widened, and she gasped softly. “Rocket! We have to go somewhere, fast!”

Rocket didn’t get much chance to protest, before Renamon grabbed his hand, and almost dragged him down the corridor, in pretty much the opposite direction from where Rocket was fairly sure the exit was supposed to be. For a moment, Rocket thought they were going to go save that dumb human kid, and while he suspected the kid had been the one to set him free (probably an accident, considering how Rocket got treated by most creatures, human or otherwise, but still, an assist was an assist), instead Renamon led him down another corridor, this one with barred cells on either side. They came to an abrupt halt by one of the doors, and Renamon grasped the bars.

“Here, Rocket,” she said, turning to look at him. “You’ve got to get this door open.”

“Sure, babe,” Rocket agreed with a shrug and confident swagger as he stepped forward. “Just a sec.”

Actually, it took two-and-a-half seconds – most of Jabba’s security tended toward the medieval – before the big, antique magnetic lock clicked open. Instantly, Renamon shoved it open, and before Rocket had a chance to follow, there was a flash of blue light, and a cry from within. Rocket soon saw that Renamon had hit another nikto, this one with leathery brown skin, with a diamond storm. Considering how many naked girls were in the room, and the fact that Rocket could tell, despite injuries sustained, that the wrinkly alien had dropped his trousers, he figured Renamon was justified in her lethality.

[50% chance of success – rolled 26 – success #3 of 4 needed – new chance of success 55%]

“Rika!” exclaimed Renamon, hurrying to one of the figures chained to the walls, and swiftly freezing the chains, then shattering them. “Rika, are you all right?”

The skinny, redheaded teen Renamon had just freed didn’t answer with words. Instead, she flung her arms around Renamon, burying her head between the gold-furred vixen’s plush breasts, hugging her tight.

Now that Rocket had a chance to get the lay of the land, he could see that this was one of what he guessed were a bunch of sex dungeons, which doubled as torture chambers. In the middle of the room was a platform shaped like an inverted “Y,” something like a gynecologist’s examination bench, with a slender sangheili girl strapped to it, probably about the same age as the redhead Renamon was hugging, and just as naked. Her four mouthparts were pressed tightly together in anxiety as her dark eyes fixed on Rocket, and her exposed vagina was moistened with a water-based lubricant, the bottle resting nearby, though otherwise (thankfully, Rocket thought) untouched. On the opposite wall, another alien girl was strapped, dangling by her arms and her complicated knees, chains holding her suspended, legs splayed far apart. A mantrin, Rocket noted with a bit of detachment. Cute, too, or at least she would be, if she didn’t have a glare that would have made Rocket burst into flames if she’d had even a little pyrokinetic ability. Lucky for him, she didn’t. He was kind of glad her beaklike muzzle was strapped shut, though, because he didn’t want to think about the chewing out she’d be giving him for checking her out (her bod, incidentally, was pretty hot, actually, in a kangaroo sort of way).

[http://donbluth.wikia.com/wiki/Stith]

The last occupant of the room was an older male sangheili, chained and dangling from the far wall, where he could watch everything that took place in the room. After a moment, Rocket thought he recognized some family resemblance between the older male and younger female, though the age difference between the two was pretty significant. A grandfather, maybe, being forced to watch his granddaughter being raped to make him talk? Ah well, whatever. Rocket shrugged, and stepped forward to release the catches on the sangheili girl’s restraints, figuring she’d be the one least likely to try and bash his skull in. She tensed up with a soft gasp as he approached, but the moment she saw what he was doing, she promptly relaxed, her expression turning to one of hope and rising gratitude.

“Thank you,” she said as she stepped lightly down from the platform to which she’d been strapped, and though Rocket found the way her mouthparts moved fascinating as she used Basic, he found the way she kissed his forehead even more fascinating, especially since it got her pert, cone-shaped breasts right up next to his face in the process. “Now, please,” she said, turning (and darn it if Rocket didn’t do his best not to check out those gorgeous, toned, digitigrade buns). “We must free my father!”

[http://katputze.deviantart.com/art/AT-Sil-490387626 and http://damatee.deviantart.com/art/Blade-Mistress-38419830 and yes, I’m aware that official sangheili have all-internal sexual characteristics; I just like the animations done by https://cavafly01.sofurry.com/]

Father, huh? The old guy must be quite the goat, if he had a daughter so young at his age. Considering how scarred up he was, he must’ve been around the block more’n a few times, to say the least. Considering what Rocket knew about sangheili, he figured most girls of that race would probably think he was pretty hot: the more bunged up a warrior was, the more visible signs of his courage (and hence his virility) there were.

“Sure, kid,” Rocket assured her, walking around her to quickly work his lockpicking magic on the veteran male’s bonds. “Just gimme a…there we go.”

“You are an honorable warrior,” said the male as he removed the ballgag that had been squeezed between his mouthparts, beyond where Rocket could see it easily. “I thank you for your deliverance.”

“I dunno about honorable,” Rocket hedged, turning to head toward the brown-skinned mantrin girl. “I’m just a guy tryin’ to make a living, you know? And these guys make that pretty hard…look, sweets,” he suddenly turned his attention to the last shackled girl, who glared at him even more fiercely as he approached. “I’m gonna get your legs free first. You kick me, I’m leaving you here, got it?”

The mantrin seemed to consider that for a while, then turned her gaze elsewhere, letting it metaphorically bore a hole in the far wall instead. Taking this as the closest he was likely to get to assent from one of the more traditionally bad-tempered sentients in the galaxy, Rocket got to work. As it turned out, he didn’t get kicked when he unlatched those long, multi-jointed legs. He didn’t even get kicked when he freed her wrists, either. He did, however, get cussed out pretty thoroughly when the leggy girl tore the gag out of her mouth.

“Glad to meet you too, sweetness,” Rocket replied with an arched eyebrow. “I’m Rocket Raccoon. That’s Renamon over there, and we’re breaking out of this joint.”

“Stith,” the mantrin replied sullenly, finally breaking off her tirade, her cheeks coloring a bit as she moved her hands self-consciously to cover her nudity to the best of her ability. “We gettin’ out of here, or what?”

“I am Khida ‘Kuttinee,” the sangheili warrior introduced himself, giving Rocket a low bow. “This is my daughter, Thepa,” he added, indicating her with one hand as she also bowed low. “We are now in your debt, friend Raccoon. We owe you more than we can properly repay.”

Phew, now that sounded heavy. Rocket cleared his throat after a couple awkward seconds had passed, and then glanced at Renamon, who, along with her new friend, was watching him closely. He couldn’t help but notice the human girl was blushing and covering herself as well, though with less effectiveness than Stith: her hands were a lot smaller. The sangheili, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind their nudity. Rocket figured it was because of the public baths he’d heard they had back on their homeworld.

“Busting out of this joint sounds like a good idea to me,” Rocket agreed, looking at Renamon, while picking up the heavy vibro-halberd the mook Renamon had finished off had leaned by the door. “Got a fast route for us, cutie?”

“A moment, please,” said Renamon as her blue pupils vanished, once again replaced with flashing symbols, before they returned suddenly to normal. “Just that way,” she pointed. “And a few more turns. Just follow me, and I’ll get us out of here…oh!” She blinked as her eyes flashed gold. “Matt is here! He’s just a few cells over!”

Rocket didn’t bother with words at that news. Instead, he hurried out of the cell, motioning to the others to follow him. Once they were back in the hall, they hurried toward the cell Renamon indicated, and Rocket got to work. In a thrice, the door popped open, revealing two very debauched and sated-looking gamorreans lying with their backs to the far wall of the cell, the sleek-furred anubian draped over their thick, stumpy legs, covered in cum, but not looking too worse for wear, all things considered.

“Looks like you got off easy, guy,” Rocket chuckled, reaching down to retrieve the blasters from the guards’ discarded belts, tossing one to Stith, before tossing the guards’ vibo-axe and heavy shock mace to the sangheili (he noticed that it was the girl who took the mace – definitely his kind of girl). The gamorreans, for their part, didn’t move, recognizing when they were outgunned, and not wanting to die in a hopeless fight. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here before…”

At that moment, the alarms started to blare, and everyone looked up, while Rocket scowled.

“Aw sh-“

*SLAM!*

“-oot,” he finished, just barely leaping back before the door slammed shut, its automatic sealing mechanism activating as the intruder klaxons started to blare. “Hey, Matt? You in there? You got any magic in you to get out of there?”

“Not,” Matt began, before coughing, his dark face appearing at the grill near the top of the cell door a moment later. “Not right now,” he admitted, his expression wry. “I’ve been drained, in more ways than one.” His large ears pricked, and he glanced down the hallway, toward the direction they’d taken to get there. “The guards are coming,” he said with a resigned expression. “You’d better get going. It’s more important that you escape and bring back help than that you get me out now. They’re moving all the slaves to the loading docks at the rear of the casino complex. One of the guards let that slip, thinking I didn’t understand gamorrean, like most people. They’re going to start shipping them off to some site out at the edge of the desert soon. You’ve got to get the others before that happens, and stop them.” His expression turned deadly serious. “If they unearth that site fully, and activate what lies within, we are all in deadly peril.”

Rocket’s head snapped down the corridor, where the tramp of many booted feet could already be heard. His expression was anguished as he looked back to Matt, his shoulders slumping.

“We’ll come back for you,” he finally said, reaching through the bars to take the other male’s hand. “I promise: we’ll come back.”

“I know you will,” answered Matt with a gentle smile.

Spinning, Rocket opened fire down the corridor, Stith and Renamon flanking him, their combined bursts of blaster fire and freezing energy filling the whole hallway with blinding steam. The moment he was pretty sure they weren’t going to be pursued for a couple minutes, at least, while the approaching guards got their bearings, he turned and motioned Renamon to the front of the group.

“Get us out of here,” he instructed, his face grim.

[55% chance of success – rolled 76 – failure #2 – new chance of success 50%]

-

Ahsoka frowned as she worked on the lock for the heavy metal door leading into the rear passages of Jabba’s Palace, the places where only authorized personnel (mostly guards) were supposed to go. While posing as one of the servers, the young togruta teen had picked up a lot of stray information, not least of which was where the villains in charge around here were keeping the slaves. Having just gotten official word from Chun-Li, her commanding officer on this mission, she’d just gotten to work trying to figure out the access code for the lock on the rear entry door. She’d watched more than a few guards passing through, and figured, with a little work and some luck, she’d be able to piece together the code from what she’d seen them punching in during stray, unguarded glimpses.

[http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Ahsoka\_Tano]

Fortunately for Ahsoka, her jedi reflexes were enough to get her out of the way as somebody with a lot less interest in finesse blasted his way right through the access terminal from the other side of the door!

“What’s the matter with you?” she demanded as the door slid open, her red face turning even redder in her annoyance. “Don’t you know you could have-”

“I don’t have time for it, kid,” said the smallish, furry humanoid that stepped out of the passageway, completely naked and also completely unashamed [though the sight of him made the pubescent togruta blush furiously, admitting privately to herself that he probably didn’t have anything to be ashamed of, based on what little she knew about such matters]. “Look, since you’re doing some breaking and entering, can I assume that you’re on our side, not theirs? Good to know,” he continued, seeing the red-skinned girl’s dazed nod. “What we really need right now are some clothes, and a meet-up with whoever else is with you. I’m guessing there’s a caitian girl, really good looker, gold fur, gold eyes, name of M’Ress, with whoever you’re working for. Sound about right?” Again, a brief, half-dazed nod. “Even better. You check with her to make sure we’re really your friends. Once that’s all clear, we need to get together, and get some serious planning done. There’s something big going down in there, and we need to act fast before it happens.”

As he talked, the raccoon began walking, the people following him sticking close, and Ahsoka just naturally falling into step. She noticed that he stayed in the shadows as they left the little security station that guarded the entryway into the back rooms, and smoothly entered the VIP gambling floor, circling the edges of the room as he did so, letting the flashing lights of the many machines there keep his group obscured from sight.

“Get your cinnamon buns in gear, girlie,” said Rocket, giving his head a quick motion. “We’re on a deadline here.”

Flushing an even deeper shade of red than before, Ahsoka hurried to do just as the coon had said, before she said or did something they both might regret.

[Rolled 17 – final success!]

*

Applejack had very nearly smothered poor Apple Bloom between her phenomenal knockers before Rarity, ever-interested in improving her friends (especially that hayseed Applejack), pointedly asked the youngest Apple family member if she wanted to come up for air. Blushing, Applejack finally released her kid sister before any permanent harm occurred, though the much less enthusiastic hug she gave her cousin, Babs Seed, left the brown-furred redhead rather disappointed by comparison.

“I do say, darlings,” Rarity continued quite casually, her designer (and self-made) purple slacks hugging her long, supple legs in all the right ways as she strutted before the other ponies with that unconscious manner she had that always made her seem as though she were out on the catwalk (Rarity had insisted on wearing clothes, making her one of only a few on the ship who still did so). “We’ve been through quite a lot, haven’t we?”

“Eeyup,” agreed Big Macintosh, seated at one of the two long tables in the ship’s galley, a sheen of sweat still covering his bare, broad chest and brow from the day’s work, hauling around some of the heavy machinery in the engine room, and packing down the essential supplies in their proper places.

“Ooh! Ooh!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie, unable to contain herself as she began to bounce up and down (though this hardly surprised anyone who knew her). “You’re about to suggest something fun, aren’t you, Rarity? You’re about to suggest…a p-“

“A little get-together, actually, darling,” Rarity said calmly, patting Pinkie on the shoulder with a pleasant and indulgent smile. “No need for the party cannon, I assure you. I was just thinking, we have two very handsome stallions in our midst,” and as she said this, she casually, almost accidentally, brushed her stunningly-styled tail across the front of Stallion’s codpiece, as the armored horseman stood nearby (having only recently come back from a patrol outside), apparently accepted into the little group of ponies since Big Macintosh had put him in his place. “And we’ve got a number of lovely young fillies here who’ve quite recently acquired their cutie marks,” she continued, resting her hand on the shoulder of her little sister, Sweetie Belle, who beamed at the attention. “As I’m sure most of you are aware, there are certain traditions incumbent upon the acquisition of a filly’s cutie mark.”

“Eep!” Fluttershy squeaked, hiding her bright red face behind her wings – obviously she knew what Rarity was implying. Judging from the embarrassed chuckle from Rainbdow Dash as she rubbed the back of her multi-hued head with one hand, the other resting on Scootaloo’s shoulder, she knew as well. Spitfire arched an eyebrow, but remained impassive, simply accepting what was said, one way or the other. None of the four fillies seemed to quite know what was being said, however, until Pinkie Pie…well, was Pinkie Pie.

“You’re talking about a cherry pop!” exclaimed the cotton candy-maned pony exuberantly. “Ooh, I love those! And they’re so rare, too – you only get to have one!”

“Cherry…pop?” asked Scootaloo, looking up at Rainbow Dash, some understanding in her eyes, but only some, the rest an unspoken request for more information from her big sister figure. Rainbow Dash blushed quite furiously, but she was too Loyal to betray her little friend’s trust by not answering her need for information.

“It’s kinda a tradition,” Dash admitted, clearing her throat before continuing. “After you get your cutie mark, you’re supposed to have your first time with a stallion. Having sex, I mean.”

“Oh,” said Scootaloo, her eyes growing huge as she heard this, before she, and the other three Cutie Mark Crusaders, cast nervous glances over at Big Macintosh and Stallion.

“Normally it’s a family thing,” Applejack picked up the explanation, as befit the Element of Honesty. “Something arranged with someone the filly’s family trusts, you know, to make sure nothing bad happens. Then some privacy gets arranged, the couple pairs off, maybe with a friend for moral support, and they do the deed. If all goes well, they part ways happy. Colts go through something similar, but it’s usually with a couple, stallion and mare, rather than one-on-one.”

“But we don’t have stuff like privacy around here!” Pinkie Pie exulted jubilantly. “It’s just too crowded on this silly ship, and too cold outside. So we’ll have to have all of us together, and I think that’s just great!” The pink pony bounced over to where Big Macintosh was sitting between his sisters, and plopped herself down in his lap, hugging him with a giggle, which made the big red stallion turn just a little big redder. “It’s been forever since the last time I jumped Big Mac’s bones!”

Princess Luna watched this interaction from the edge of the room, her blue cheeks flushed so deeply, they were purple. She’d worked a little glamour on herself so she’d be less obtrusive, and it seemed to have worked: the other ponies, and that big horseman, didn’t seem at all self-conscious about having a princess right there, listening to them talking about having a sex party to relax. Considering how graphic Pinkie Pie was starting to get as she happily started to describe sex to the four fillies, and even more happily answered their questions without the least degree of self-consciousness (and all the while wiggling in Big Macintosh’s lap in a way that had to be causing the poor stallion more than a little discomfort), Princess Luna was starting to get flashbacks to some of the more…naughty dreams she’d occasionally glanced into. Of course, she kept her memories of certain dreams, especially ones with private content, sequestered off in another recess of her mind, magically sealed up so she couldn’t access them unless she actively called upon the information during the course of her duties. All the same, the memories left afterimages, and Princess Luna found herself breathing harder than she’d expected, her normally stoic demeanor starting to slip as she quietly pressed her supple rump into a corner.

Seeking to distract herself, Luna cast her mind outward, seeking another mind of similar power and potency.

“Toriel,” she mentally spoke as soon as she located the one she sought. “How go the preparations?

“I’ve found someone willing to help us,” came the immediate reply from the Queen of Monsters. “It seems your friends did the god of this land a service, and one of his more powerful followers, almost a deity herself, wants to help us.”

“Almost a goddess?” Luna said, mostly to herself, with a blink. Then her eyes widened as Toriel sent a clear mental picture of the one she meant. “Oh. Oh, I see.”

[http://evilymasterful.tumblr.com/image/148545609279]

Standing atop the ship, all its hatches securely sealed, its interior cargo and other contents carefully packed so that they wouldn’t come loose during flight, Toriel looked up as the blizzard grew blinding. Blinding, that is, to all eyes but those like hers. Asriel, safe in the ship and making friends with the foxboy, Miles, might have been able to pierce the winds and weather. Princess Luna certainly could, and did, looking through Toriel’s eyes. Perhaps even Master Tigress, with her intense martial focus, or Krystal, with her psychic abilities could have managed the feat. But through Toriel’s eyes, she saw the Legendary Bird of cold and ice flying with might through the storm-tossed air, the powers of the wind caught and controlled by the beating of her wings.

“The evil leaves our land!” cried out Articuno, her exquisite blue-feathered body hardly seeming to ripple despite the ferocity of the winds all around her. “My master has regained his control! You seek to pursue the evil, to drive it into eternity! I will help!”

The storm rose, and Toriel could feel the ship’s force fields straining with the last drops of energy remaining in the engines to hold the ship together against the raw power of the mighty winds. Beneath the starfaring vessel, the pressure of air built up, higher and higher still, like the cyclone that scooped up Dorothy’s house until, with a great WHOOMP sound, the craft broke free of the permafrost beneath, and began to rise into the sky.

Toriel gasped softly, her eyes wide as she felt the wind rushing through her fur, pulling her tunic tight against her ample body. She might have been terrified, even with all her power, if not for the presence of Luna in her mind. With the Princess of the Night sharing the same consciousness, she shared Luna’s own fearlessness in the air, born of long millennia with the power of winged flight.

The ground beneath the ship rushed by in a blur, until everything seemed to meld into a single, endless rush of wind and snow and ice, Articuno’s powers enfolding the ship in a tunnel of her elemental power, obscuring all else. Then, in what seemed like only minutes, though she knew thousands of miles must have passed, Toriel saw the ground below turning from a white blue to a blue one, and then to a green one.

“The Jungles of Rage!” screamed Articuno, giving her wings a single, mighty flap, setting the ship down safely atop a plateau that rose just above the tallest trees overlooking the steaming jungle nightmarescape. Then, with a final cry, the Legendary Bird of ice and cold folded up her wings, her body already starting to diminish in size as her powers similarly diminished, and went tumbling down from the sky.

“No!” cried out Toriel, reaching out a hand, calling up her powers. But Princess Luna was faster, rising from the shadows beneath to catch Articuno in her arms, her horn glowing brightly as she used her great magical powers to enhance her sorely lacking physical might.

“I am the Night, after all,” said Luna as she rose slowly to hover eye-to-eye with Toriel, before handing the limp legendary to the far larger and more muscular Queen of the Monsters. “Where there is shadow, there I can be in an instant. And it appears that our poor bird has exhausted herself, traveling too far from her native land to draw on its power to help bolster her own.” Then, tired herself, she settled onto the rooftop. “I believe,” she said with a slight, tired smile, “that I know the feeling. If you need me, I will be taking a rest belowdecks.”

Just as suddenly as she’d appeared, Princess Luna vanished from sight. Toriel shrugged, and kicked open one of the top hatches on the ship, stepping down and starting toward her own quarters, which she shared with that pretty vixen, Krystal, and the wolves.

“It’s getting crowded on this little tub,” she mused to herself. “If everybody keeps insisting on not wearing clothes all the time, it will be a wonder if we don’t end up in all sorts of debauchery!” She flushed at the thought, doing her best not to look over the beautiful blue bird in her arms as she did so. “Goodness…think of the youngsters. The poor things will surely be traumatized.”

Choices

*Superstation

1) Cleanse Swift Wind. Thoroughly

(72% chance, 2 successes or 4 failures – he’s pretty outnumbered…save for Evil-Lynn)

2) The Hordeswomen and Hordesmen join up and assault our heroes

(57% chance of success, 3 successes or failures)

3) The Space Pirates Arrive

(An all-Villains scene, Nova Terra and Widowmaker’s fates included)

*Desert City

Additional Vote: Will Red XIII/Nanaki be anthro or feral? – 7/5 – anthro it is

a) Rescue mission!

(65% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures – one member of the team will be caught on any failures)

b) The Pokemon Trade – Scooby Doo and Brain team up with Flamedramon and Wargreymon to investigate the pokemon breeding racket

(65% chance of success, 3 successes or failures)

c) What’s going on at another casino? (votes will keep building until one reaches 10, then a separate scene will take place there)

-Fat Cat’s Casnio – a 20’s-style speakeasy – 0

(There are 50/50 odds that either Tanya and Fieval will be ravished, or Gadget, Foxglove, and Tammy will be. The one who isn't ravished, however, will escape.)

-The Last Stop – a devil of a good time – 0

-The Mouse Trap – a pub with the best card games in Casino City – 0

-The Percheron – all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot – 0

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

-Treasure Island – pirate-themed, and pirate-attended – 0

*Castlevania

A) Alphys, Doggo, and Undyne get seduced

B) Spidergasm

(75% chance of success, 3 successes or failures)

C) Meeting Aeon Calcos, Castlevania and Jungle tour guide

(65% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

D) Kim Possible, Katt, and Kogenta meet Draco

(60% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures)

E) Exploring the Jungles of Rage

(40% chance of success, rolled once, each, for whatever characters are there)

F) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs

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

G) The Ship: First time for the Cutie Mark Crusaders/Apple Family Reunion

Both Sally Acorn and Amy Sorel will also appear at the one chosen, except the Jungle. They will add a 5% chance of success to wherever they appear.