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Entry 34 - A Scene of Villains, Part 2

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Additional Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

*Character cleanup starts (those not voted in soon move to Chopping Block) - 1

Agency Director (http://crackdown.wikia.com/wiki/Agency\_Director - a villain) - 4

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

D. Va (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/D.Va) – 5 - made it

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

Duke, Captain N’s Dog – 1

Easter Bunny (male or female?) – 1

ElfQuest Characters - 1

-Cutter

-Ember

-Leetah

-Rayek

-Skywise

-Sunstream

-Winnowill (a villainess)

Final Fantasy IX Characters - 2

-Amarant Coral

-Beatrix

-Garland (a villain)

-Garnet Til Alexandros

-Kuja (a villain...sort of)

-Vivi Ornitier

-Zidane Tribal

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

Gajeel Redfox (http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Gajeel\_Redfox) - 1

Gardevoir (Pokemon) – 6 - awakened

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/) - 1

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

Jazz Jackrabbit (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jazz\_Jackrabbit) – 2

John Blacksad and sidekick Weekly (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blacksad) - 1

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

Lopunny (Pokemon) – 5 - hops up

Medicham (Pokemon) – 5 - hi-yah!

Mei (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Mei) – 5 - she's made the cut

Nova Terra (http://starcraft.wikia.com/wiki/Nova\_Terra) - 3

Panther Lily (http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Panther\_Lily) - 1

Peter, Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail Rabbit (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter\_Rabbit) – 4

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

Rangetsu (https://anidb.net/perl-bin/animedb.pl?show=character&charid=29971) – 5 - soon

Reaper (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Reaper - a villain) - 4

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

The Rescuers (Bianca and Bernard) – 1

Rogue (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogue\_(comics)) – 6 - from out of the cartoon she comes

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

Shining Tears X Wind Characters (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shining\_Tears\_X\_Wind) - 1

-Raihi

-Rouen

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

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

WarCraft Characters (http://wowwiki.wikia.com/wiki/Major\_characters)- 1

-Anveena Teaque

-Arthas Menethil

-Aysa Cloudsinger

-Baine Bloodhoof

-Cairne Bloodhoof

-Deathwing

-Hamuul Runetotem

-Ji Firepaw

-Jorad Mace

-Kalecgos

-Malfurion Stormrage

-Thrall, Son of Durotan

-Tyrygosa

Widomaker (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Widowmaker - a villainess) - 5 - comes to life

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

Zarya (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Zarya) – 5 - Russian strong

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 - reset at last

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

Carmelita/Rocket – 6

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

Katt (Breath of Fire 2)/Leomon/Rei/Rajah/Kogenta (not necessarily all at once) – 5

Kim Possible gets in touch with family & friends – 2

Jon Talbain/Felicia – 6

Katt/Felicia – 7 - hot kitty action

Wolf Link becomes anthro – 8 - Midna's in for quite a shock

Samus Aran/Morrigan/Wonder Woman – 6

Brooklyn builds a harem (gargoyle transformations likely) – 7 - he's working on it

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

Casino: "Percheron." - all male white horse dance review, deer waitresses, and lots of cartoon horses around (Philippe, Angus, Pegasus, Samson, Khan, Maximus, Sven, Sitron, Buck, Captain, Altivo, Starlite, Robot Unicorn) – 7 - some folks just really love horses :)

Chun Li/Judy Hopps (Nick Wilde also suggested) – 2

Future version of Brooklyn and his family - 3

Hyrule Warriors version of Midna - 3

Fox McCloud gets a zero suit - 2

Widowmaker/Nova Terra sniper battle - 3

Vitani/Shenzi - 2

Vitani/Kiara - 2

Yawg's Legends of... series and characters are (semi-)canon - 3

Author Notes

I was a good chunk into the last half of this entry when I realized it really needed to be split into two to properly send it out. So, here's the second half.

Oh! And here's a little vote for y'all:

Should Nayla (http://slycooper.wikia.com/wiki/Neyla) start out on our side, or begin play as a known villainess?

If the vote for her to start on our side wins, I'll leave it to a random roll to decide if she's a double agent this time around (unless there is a great outcry demanding she be one or the other). That should keep things interesting.

Whether she's a double agent or not, though, I expect Neyla will make everyone's life interesting: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11830648/ and http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8732220/ (and do read the comments below the pictures).

A side note: Renamon is confirmed pregnant by General Scales. I forgot to include the numbers last time, but the percentage chance is a flat 10% every time unprotected sex happens. Well, I rolled 10 exactly. So Renamon is expecting General Scales' egg.

After this entry, we get back onto our regularly-scheduled programming. And voting.

Entry 34, Part 2

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUsoVlDFqZg]

The music was blaring from an oversized boom box, filling the dimly-lit warehouse on the edge of Casino City, right on the border between civilization and the Beast. Someone had set up a small strobelight, and it flickered and flashed across one of the four central pillars of the warehouse, and across the two shapely forms that gyrated against it in time to the beat.

Berri was by far the more athletic and enthusiastic of the pair. Goldie Pheasant had to duck as the slim grey chipmunk leapt up onto the circular cement pole, wrapping her legs around its circumference, and spinning all the way around, riding the pillar like a bucking bronco. Just as easily, she stepped off, gripping the hard cement tightly as she wiggled her sweet little booty back at her audience, her soft grey fur only barely hidden from view by the skintight short-shorts she was wearing, as well as her halter top and oversized sneakers.

[http://conker.wikia.com/wiki/Berri

http://donbluth.wikia.com/wiki/Goldie]

For a moment, Goldie glared at Berri, but then blinked as she realized the other blue-eyed beauty wasn't even paying attention - those blue eyes were shut, a blissful look on the chipmunk's face. Berri wasn't trying to upstage Goldie; instead, she was completely lost in the moment, just enjoying the music, and the thrill of dancing.

Determined not to be outdone, Goldie gripped the solid cement pole as well, and began to grind against it, turning her tailfeathers toward her audience, feeling a thrill of pride at the wolf-whistles and catcalls she received. Oh yeah, she was smoking now!

[http://erohd.deviantart.com/art/Goldie-Pheasant-536750576]

But that blasted chipmunk kept moving! She didn't just stay in one place, not ever, not for more than a minute or two! Gritting her beak, Goldie had to really fight just to keep up, sweat running down her body, making her tight-fitting showgirl's singlet stick even more tightly to her body, her bosom heaving, threatening to pop out of the top at any moment. Berri seemed to really enjoy what she was doing, but Goldie...well, Goldie had always been a second-rate sort of talent, kept around more for her looks than her singing or dancing ability. Certainly not for her intelligence. She knew it, too, and being paired opposite a power-packed hottie like Berri...well, it was just more than Goldie could really handle.

At least, that was Goldie's opinion of her performance opposite Berri. Her audience, however, had a quite different opinion. Seated on a ratty old easychair, Foxy Loxy's tongue lolled out as he drooled over the sight of the long, supple legs of the natural blonde golden pheasant strutting her stuff, her movements slower than Berri's, certainly, as she gyrated against the pole, but not at all hard on the eyes.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HR9vqx9oTQ

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Foxy\_Loxy\_%281943%29]

Feeling a momentary reduction of attention to his erection, straining free of the jeans he'd been wearing, Foxy Loxy tore his gaze momentarily away from the dance show in front of him to glance calmly down at the white-feathered little loon working her beak over the stiff pole of his red foxcock. Shirley the Loon, sensing those eyes on her, looked up fearfully. The fear in her eyes didn't lessen as Foxy slowly stroked his hand down through her golden curls, her supple young back, and then closed his fingers over one cheek of her downy-feathered tuckus, to one side of her upturned tailfeathers. Fingers teasing inward, Foxy couldn't help but smirk: he'd always enjoyed the "options" some evolved avians had, which others didn't. Options such as a separate tailhole and vagina, which Shirley did indeed possess.

[http://tinytoons.wikia.com/wiki/Shirley\_the\_Loon]

"Beak getting tired?" he asked casually in his gravelly voice, the corners of his muzzle turning up in a smile that was almost reassuring...if only it weren't for all those sharp teeth. Whimpering softly, Shirley nodded, her expression turning hopeful. "Well, that's all right," Foxy continued, and felt Shirley's beak relaxing a little more on his stiff shaft (he was still constantly impressed at how flexible that beak of hers could be), even as he moved his hand back up to her head, almost gently stroking it through her soft golden curls. "I'll just rape your throat instead!"

Shirley's eyes grew huge, and she managed a muffled squeal of terror as both of Foxy's strong hands seized tight hold of her head, before her eyes squeezed tightly shut, tears already starting to leak out of the corners as he forced her beak down, right up into his groin, deliberately holding her there for almost a full minute, choking her, feeling her throat spasming around his meaty girth. Then, finally, he let her up for air, but only just enough for her to catch a breath or two through her nostrils, before he was pounding her pretty face at a wicked pace. Glancing down to admire her beautiful blue eyes with tears streaming down her cheeks and an adorable "poor me" expression on her face, Foxy let his eyes play down Shirley's naked back, to her upthrust buns. Several of Dag's coyotes were drooling eagerly as they glanced over, looking straight down Shirley's exposed, white-downed pussy, but none of them acted on what they saw. They knew the teen bird's virginity was something Foxy Loxy had staked out for himself early on, and nobody horned in on something Foxy Loxy wanted. Well, Wolf could have, if he'd wanted, but Wolf didn't see the point: he'd have plenty of both fun and food in the very near future.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Wolf\_(Make\_Mine\_Music)

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Wolf\_(Make\_Mine\_Music)/Gallery]

Speaking of the food category, the Three Little Pigs, Fifer, Fiddler, and Practical, were tied tightly with their backs to another of the four central pillars of the warehouse, as yet still dressed (and, contrary to popular opinion, Fifer and Fiddler did indeed wear pants; their trousers were simply skintight and the same soft pink as their actual skin). Of the three, only Practical had been forcibly gagged with one of his own handkerchiefs. While his younger brothers sniffled and whimpered cutely while they were tied up, with so many lusty, hungry predators all around them, Practical had been vociferous in his denouncement of his captors, until, finally, they'd simply had enough, and stuffed his mouth full to keep him quiet.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/The\_Three\_Little\_Pigs\_(characters)]

There had initially been a general consensus to gangrape the three pigboys and then get them roasting. In fact, Dag and his coyote pack had gotten a fire started near the middle of the bare cement floor of the warehouse, which would have been perfect for the job. However, Zeke wasn't someone you crossed lightly, and not even an honorless outlaw like Dag went against what the Big Bad Wolf wanted. So, for now, the pigs trembled and whimpered and watched with wide eyes as cruel and lusty predators circled all around them, coyotes and wolves slavering and hungry for extra-tender - and extra-tight! - pink piggyflesh.

[http://villains.wikia.com/wiki/Dag

http://villains.wikia.com/wiki/Wolves\_(Beauty\_and\_the\_Beast)]

Of course there were wolves. Wolf was normally a loner, but after his defeat back at the Barn, he'd left the little band for a while, and wandered off into the desert. When he'd returned, not long after Br'er Fox had led them to the warehouse, and recruited its caretaker, the hulking Br'er Bear, into service, he'd been in the company of more wolves, all of them as fever-powered with lycanthropy as him. Now the wolves were held in check only just barely by Wolf's own menacing presence, for he was a great deal larger and more terrible than any of them, and by the weight of Zeke's expected return. Nobody except Wolf messed with Zeke, and Wolf wouldn't try it unless he had a very good reason.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Br'er\_Fox

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Br'er\_Bear]

Speaking of Br'er Fox and Br'er Bear, they were with the rest of the crowds of lust-eyed carnivores watching the two preyladies strutting their stuff around the pole. Deck chairs, folding chairs, and even old park benches had been dragged out of who knew where to seat everyone that wasn't restlessly pacing the perimeter (like Wolf was right then). Everyone who wanted to watch Berri and Goldie shake their fannies. Br'er Fox was especially happy with his chosen seat: a wide old couch, scavenged from some junkyard on the edge of Casino City. He was even happier with his seatmates, one seated on each of his thighs: Caramel Rabbit and Foxy Asso.

[http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Cadbury\_Caramel\_Bunny

http://amigodan.deviantart.com/art/Foxy-from-Foxy-Asso-445017653]

The two looked at each other and at Br'er Fox fearfully, not daring to move much, knowing perfectly well that they were just barely on the edge of peril. Right then, Br'er Fox and the others were enjoying the show being put on by Berri and Goldie, while Foxy Loxy was presently letting off steam on Shirley that otherwise would have been spent on them. Luckily for fox and bunny, Foxy had a taste for poultry. But the moment either he or Wolf, the other especially savage and dominant creature in the room, decided he wanted a piece of their tails, things were going to get wet and messy for them both very fast.

But none of this mattered much to Goldie right then. With the fire backlighting her, and the strobes glaring in her eyes, all she could see was Berri, and the occasional glimpse of glowing eyes and gleaming fangs off in the darkness. She was sweating pretty heavily, panting hard as she ground herself up against the pole, arching her back, one leg looped around the base, just like she'd seen Berri do before. The pheasant didn't try the more acrobatic stuff Berri had done, of course, but there were plenty of dance moves that didn't require her to break her neck to perform them.

Then, suddenly, as Goldie was swinging herself around, following Berri as the grey-furred chipmunk was doing the same, she came to a sudden and unexpected halt as Berri turned, putting the two dancers face-to-face. For a moment, Goldie gaped at Berri. Then her eyes widened, and she looked down, her cheeks flushing deeply as she realized the other woman's hands were on her breasts, kneading them through the thin fabric of her showgirl's costume. She raised her eyes once more to look at Berri, mouth open to ask a question.

"What...?"

"You're so hot, Goldie," said Berri with a sultry smile, making the blonde pheasant gulp nervously as the other girl leaned in even closer. "I wanna put on a show these guys'll never forget."

A show? What could she possibly...? And then Goldie got her answer as Berri's lips met her beak, hands caressing her breasts in ways that no man had ever done, soft and light and oh-so-right.

Berri was a good kisser. That was about the only truly conscious thought Goldie was able to form for a while, as she tilted her head, letting the chipmunk's tongue reach even more deeply into her mouth.

[http://conkerguru.deviantart.com/art/Berri-Striptease-273469490]

Those hands...mmm...they were everywhere now. Touching. Teasing. Squeezing. Stripping.

Wait...stripping?!

"Mmmph!" Goldie protested, though not nearly as vehemently as she could have...or perhaps should have, she wasn't really certain. All the same, Berri's hands were tugging her costume down her body, peeling it down with care and precision. It wasn't hard, not when the costume didn't have any shoulder straps, and Goldie only really noticed when, suddenly, her breasts popped free, cherry red nipples quickly stiffening, crinkling a little at their edges at the sudden temperature change.

Berri didn't stop there, and as her mouth started to nibble its way down the feminine pheasant's neck, her buck teeth nipping against the delicate, tender flesh beneath soft, perfectly-groomed feathers, Goldie could only tremble, her hands going to Berri's shoulders, as the chipmunk slowly crouched, deliberately thrusting out her shorts-clad booty as she did so, taking the other woman's costume with her. Goldie hissed sharply with an intake of breath when Berri's mouth closed around one breast, suckling on the perked nipple, teasing her tongue around the aureole, and then turning her head, repeating the action on the other breast, and switching again, and again, until both breasts glistened and almost ached with tingling arousal. Then one of Berri's hands slid down Goldie's trim tummy, and over the puffy mons of Venus, with its tuft of golden pubic down, and then...

"Berri!"

Back pressed tightly against the pillar, Goldie moaned loudly, eyes tightly shut, as Berri's hand found her secret places, places she didn't even know existed, spots deep, deep inside of her that made her entire body tremble. Fingers dug into the cold, hard cement, and Goldie couldn't stop herself from lifting up on her toetips, crying out at the top of her singer's voice, finally hitting that high note she'd always tried for, and never reached, until then. Arching her back like dolphin breaching water, the pheasant's inner thighs quivered, juices flowing copiously, even as she felt Berri's mouth kissing its way down her body, moving her hand to let her lips get to work...lips and tongue! Great Sun Above, she couldn't take any more!

"I'm going to burst!" Goldie gasped out, feeling a light like the sun going off in her belly. "I can't...I can't...oh Berri, please...too much...too...I...AAIIIIIEEEE!"

Glass windows cracked, and wolves and coyotes howled at the high-pitched wail of the pheasant girl, but she didn't notice, her entire world centering right down into that single point where Berri's tongue was delving almost savagely into her, fighting furiously against the gush of her juices, while a single finger did more to Goldie's entire body than a regiment of soldiers ever could...well, without knowing what Berri did, that is.

How much time passed as Goldie hung there, suspended in a state somewhere just beyond the mortal plane, she couldn't possibly know. Her vision slowly came back to her, though, as she blinked her long-lashed eyes, sensing that something in the room had changed. The sense was instinctive at first, but it was soon confirmed as someone turned off the boom box.

Still breathing hard, Goldie turned her face toward the door, where everyone else seemed to be looking right then. There, framed in the open entry, was Zeke, standing tall and powerful and cruel with his toothy smile, a lightly-struggling sack over one shoulder. Walking forward, he dumped the sack out on the ground, revealing its contents to be a young, sweet-faced deer boy, antlers only barely starting to bud. The poor little buck - hardly more than a fawn, Goldie realized, judging from his spotty back and hind end - gasped in horror at the sight of so many hungry eyes and watering mouths, but all he could do was whimper softly as rough hands seized him, binding him, standing, with his back to one of the two unoccupied pillars.

"Wh-what are they gonna do to the li'l guy?" she asked Berri, who was just getting to her feet, wiping off Goldie's juices from her mouth.

"Probably pretty much the same thing they'll be doing to you, sweetness," Berri answered with a cocky smirk, cupping Goldie's chin. Before Goldie could ask what Berri meant by that, another, larger, rougher hand covered Berri's, gripping Goldie's chin far more roughly, turning her to look into the scarred face of Dag.

"Me'n Berri," said Dag, smiling that soft, sweetly cruel smile, "we came to an understanding earlier. She's the sort of girl who knows how to get what she wants. Aw, don't look like that, cutie," he continued, stroking Goldie's cheek, wiping away a single tear that had started to trickle down. "From what I've heard about your past, you'd do the same thing, if it got you some advantage. Isn't that how you made a name for yourself before? Sleeping your way all...the...way...up."

With each word, the alpha coyote's clawtips teased out, pressing through the soft feathers of Goldie's naked body as he stroked his hand down her body. At the word "up," that claw ever-so-lightly grazed the tender junction of Goldie's thighs, right at the center of her most precious place, and she couldn't hold back her whimper. All the strength just seemed to leave her body then, and she sank to her knees, lifting her hands in supplication.

"Please, Berri," she begged sweetly. "You can't let them do this!"

"Aw, Goldie," Berri answered, stroking the young pheasant woman's soft golden hair, her valley girl accent more apparent the longer she spoke. "I didn't just, like, cut a deal for me only. These bad boys, they're, like, holding all the options right now, so I just got with the program the best way I could. So Dag says he'll totally let us live." She shrugged, grinning with only the slightest trace of sheepishness in her expression. "I'm just gonna totally live a little bit better than the rest of you girls." She cast a glance at the Three Little Pigs and Bambi, then shrugged again. "Can't say the same for the boys, though: they're on their own."

"You should be grateful," chuckled Dag, slowly turning Goldie with one hand on her shoulder, until she was facing the outthrust cocks of two coyotes and a wolf with a horrified, openmouthed expression. "Before Berri talked me up, I was just gonna have myself some roast pheasant, soaked in a heavy cream sauce. Now," he released Goldie's shoulder, and turned to face Berri, "I think I'll have some chipmunk pie instead."

Smiling seductively, Berri turned and bent over, grabbing hold of the cement pillar with one hand, the other hooking into the waist of her short shorts. Dag nodded in approval, licking his chops, as Berri shimmied her hips, working those shorts right down to her knees, showing very clearly that she didn't wear panties beneath. Reaching out, Dag dug his rough-calloused hand into Berri's already moist pussy, making the grey chipmunk moan as he worked his fingers with brutal skill, before pulling them back glistening with her juices. Bringing that hand to his muzzle, tongue flicking out to taste Berri, Dag's other hand grabbed tight hold of her hip.

"You're, like, totally gonna put on a condom, right Dag?"

"Sure babe," Dag answered, guiding the thick wedge of his red coyotecock into place, the pointed tip squishing as it parted Berri's lower lips, completely unwrapped. "Whatever you say."

Before Berri had any chance to verify whether Dag had done what she'd asked, the alpha male plowed roughly into her, bareback, sinking himself right to the hilt in a single stroke, his hips slapping loudly against her perfectly toned, tailless butt. At the moment of impact, Berri cries out, gripping the pole before her tightly, her eyes wide with shock. She was used to men with tiny dicks and big attitudes. Dag, however, was thick and meaty!

Laughing at Berri's obvious surprise, Dag reached around, rolling her tight shirt up over her breasts, letting him better watch them bounce as he started to hump her, his hips working hard and fast with a brutal pace, not letting up for a moment, while the athletic grey chipmunk grabbed the pole before her and held on for dear life!

Nearby, the Big Bad Wolf, Zeke, motioned for other wolves to help him with one hand, the other lifting Bambi, and easily shoving him into a knot of the rest of the wolves, who gathered around eagerly, already lusting after tender deer boy. Poor Bambi only got a chance to wail once, before rough paws were on him once more, and his whole world was soon filled with shaggy, muscular bodies, pulling him down, molesting his helpless body. He cried out again as one of those shaggy paws penetrated his tailhole with two fingers, and soon after added a third, but the cry was swiftly cut off as a heavy wolfcock was roughly forced into his dainty muzzle, almost choking him as the wolf's balls slapped his chin.

Leaving the little prince to his doom, Zeke pulled Practical Pig away from the pillar to which he'd been bound, and grinned down at the defiant pig, the handkerchief in his mouth keeping his angry words muffled.

"Remember that lie detector?" asked Zeke with a sneer as he unbuttoned Practical's overalls. "Or maybe that anti-wolf thingamajig? You know," he continued, slowly drawing the struggling pig's blue overalls downward, taking his time, "I've got a theory: boys who like toys for their fun, instead of putting their own equipment to use, don't have much equipment of their own to use. They never aired the parts of those films where those machines whipped out those dildos, you know. I didn't just get my mouth washed out with soap, or my butt hammered by boots and brushes!"

As he said this last, Zeke bared his fangs angrily, paying little attention to the sniffling pleading of Fifer and Fiddler as the other wolves pulled them away from the pillar and forced them to their feet, walking them toward the orgy knot surrounding the still-struggling young buck. Practical only glared up in response, though now his cheeks were flushed...right before his eyes widened as Zeke jerked his overalls down the rest of the way.

"Yep," chuckled Zeke, cupping Practical's package. "Not that significant...but then again, not as small as I thought they'd be, either. Heh, and already hard." His toothy smirk made Practical's expression turn to one of utter mortification. "Yeah, I figured you'd be the type who'd have fantasies like this. Bet you turned those machines of yours on your brothers when you got the chance. Not that I'd guess they minded, considering how they loved what I did to 'em."

Which was the reason Zeke didn't object as Fifer and Fiddler squealed, their skintight pants jerked down, baring their smooth pink bottoms, their curly tails coiling like springs in terror as they were forced down to hands-and-knees: he'd been the one to pop both their tailcherries, way back in their first encounter. They squealed even more loudly as they were lined up with Bambi on all-fours, all three boys moaning as eager tongues forced their way into their defenseless tailholes, slicking them up for the brutal hours to come.

"Nice of the boys to wait for me," taunted Zeke, leaning against the pillar to which the Three Pigs had been bound, lifting Practical in his arms, facing away from him, his large hands hooked beneath the pig boy's knees. "I should have told them, though: all I really wanted," and here his cockhead nudged against Practical's as-yet untouched tailhole, "was this."

Finally, Practical squealed, long and loud, as he sank, nice and slow, down onto Zeke's immense member, until heavy, thick-furred black balls squeezed tightly against small, smooth pink ones. Practical's eyes were squeezed shut, and he shook his head, desperate not to enjoy what was being done to him. His aching erection was undeniable proof of the facts, however, and as Zeke continued to work the feebly-kicking pig up and down his immense organ, Practical began to moan almost as loudly as his slutty brothers, his eyes opening to look up at Zeke with a pleading expression. A silent plea that was utterly ignored.

On her knees, Goldie had only enough time to hear the squeals of Caramel and Foxy Asso, and to turn her eyes enough to see the two wriggling girls pushed slowly down onto Br'er Fox's and Br'er Bear's rigid erections, respectively, while the two males sat side-by-side on the big couch. She was struck for a moment with the absurdity of the scene: fox mating rabbit, bear mating fox. Then her attention was forcibly pulled back to her present situation, as a rough hand jerked her head around, until she was beak-to-glans with a heavily-leaking coyotecock.

Hesitating only for a moment, Goldie opened her beak wide, and spent only a moment or two licking the tip, looking up at the plump beta coyote with a worshipful expression she'd practiced well during her time seeking fame and fortune as an entertainer. Once again, it worked, as the coyote, and his two companions as well, seemed so taken with her blue-eyed gaze that they completely forget to start forcibly raping her face. Instead, they let Goldie set her own pace, and she made sure it was decent, bobbing her head as her cheeks hollowed out, letting her suckle wetly on the throbbing length of the coyote's penis. He didn't taste as bad as she'd been afraid he would, and he didn't last nearly as long as some she'd had to entertain in the past. In a few short minutes, Goldie was swallowing watery canid cum, as the coyote grunted above her, doing her best to gulp it down before she could taste it too deeply. Swallowing, of course, was important, since it was such a pain getting cum out of hair and feathers.

Letting her mind go blank, thinking about whatever else came to her, Goldie let the big wolf squeeze his erection into her tiny beak next. Goldie had always had a dainty beak, naturally attractive, and all the predators who seemed to always be the ones who made all the big, important decisions seemed to love cramming it full to the brim. With so much practice on casting couches on numerous worlds, it was no wonder Goldie could suck cock like a pro. That didn't mean she liked it much, but she was good at the qualifications for the jobs she sought.

Figuring out a way out of her present predicament was something Goldie was turning over and over in her head, though she still hadn't thought of a good solution when the second coyote started to squirt his load with a high-pitched yip. It was at that moment, however, that things changed.

That was when Wolf got involved.

Not able to see beyond the lean hips trembling before her, Goldie was shocked as the skinny coyote was suddenly jerked back, yelping as his cum spattered across Goldie's face in a long white streak. Just starting to get mad, and grateful that at least it hadn't quite hit her hair, Goldie started to open her mouth, spitting out the cum onto the floor, to give the inconsiderate jerk a real piece of her mind. Then she stopped, looking up at the Wolf, and her eyes grew huge.

Baring his many sharp white teeth, the Wolf reached down with paws that looked to be the size of dinner plates. Goldie couldn't put out more than a token struggle, her fear making her weak, as she was easily lifted towards those jaws, which parted for her. Almost incoherent with fright, Goldie started to beg for mercy, trying desperately to push against the Wolf's jaws as he lifted her over them, her feet splayed to either side of his head, kicking frantically for some purchase where there was none to be had, hands pushing downward, trying to fend him off as those wicked teeth got closer...and closer...hot breath searing her delicate, downy-feathered nethers...

"Don't..." sobbed Goldie, almost hysterical. "Please, don't eat...ah!"

Her voice caught as, instead of teeth, she felt a thick, muscular tongue squeeze its way into her widespread quim, stretching her open, filling her up. Wolf's tongue was bigger than some guys' cocks! Relief flooding her body, dropping her defenses, Goldie cried out as she was suddenly hit with a jolt of unexpected pleasure, and the flailed in the grip of the massive male as his tongue caressed her cervix, and then arched backward along her G-spot, her toes curling up as her whole body tensed, beautiful, full breasts heaving with her sweet cries.

Then Goldie felt herself being lowered, turned, and only had a moment to react, to stretch out her hands, before she was set firmly on the table in front of Foxy Loxy's huge chair. The naked, white-feathered teen, Shirley, was there on all-fours, making a host of adorable noises, her hands balled up into fists on the table as the sly fox started to feed the firm rod of his shaft into the highschooler's clenching white tailhole, his hands squeezing her feathery buns tightly, holding them spread widely apart. Goldie found her face only a handspan away from Shirley's as heavy paws grabbed her own rump, prying her buns apart, thick, rough thumbs peeling her pussy lips open...before it was her turn to start wailing as her quim was force-fed the Wolf's brutally immense shaft, inch by throbbing inch. She'd never ridden a horsecock before, but this was what Goldie imagined that experience would be like: Wolf was big! Too big!

Looking down, then grinningly toothily at the noisy girls almost screaming in each others' faces, Foxy Loxy moved one hand to the back of Shirley's head, and pushed her beak against Goldie's. Almost immediately both girls started to French-kiss each other hungrily, their cries now muffled against each other, desperate for something to occupy their mouths while their tight buns and fine breasts - Shirley's small and perky and capped with pink, Goldie's large and plump with nipples like bright cherries - bounced and jiggled with each rapidfire thrust of the two powerful males claiming them.

"Oh yeah," exclaimed Foxy Loxy, picking up the pace as his knot started to bubble against Shirley's swiftly-clenching tailhole. "This is the life!"

Moaning around his heavy mouthful of thick wolfcock, Bambi tried - and failed - not to let the loud squeals of Fifer and Fiddler on either side get to him. He had two cocks crammed in his tailhole, and they each just had one! At least for now...the young deer strongly suspected that wouldn't remain the case for much longer, as eager as these savage carnivores were. They'd even untied the boy's wrists, to let him fist two more wolfcocks, while they plundered his stretchy young body to its very limits. He hoped they didn't try to fit a third cock in his butt: there was only so much even he could take.

All Bambi had to do was hold out. Hold out long enough for the transmitter in his right antler-stub to bring help.

As the wolf he was fellating grunted, flooding the deer boy's pretty muzzle with a torrent of musky cum, Bambi groaned inwardly as two more wolves stepped up to take the first one's place. This was not going to be easy!

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Dainty paws light on the thick-pile carpet before the vast throne of gold and bone, Maid Marian made sure not to close her eyes, but at the same time she made sure never to stare directly at the figure seated on the throne, or the two figures kneeling before him, one on either side, or toward the altar immediately behind her. Instead, she focused on the dance, losing herself in the swish of the silken headscarf she wore, in the sway of her hips, in the carriage of her breasts, in the tinkle of the exotic jewelry and heavy silver cross she wore with each step she took. She most definitely did not focus on the knowledge that she was practically naked before someone who was not her husband, dancing like some Saracen's harem hussy!

Seated on his throne, Dracula smirked at the lithe young vixen who danced before him, resting his head on his hand as he leaned against one arm of the great seat. He knew she was desperately trying to stall for time right then, to somehow win a few more minutes in which some miraculous rescue might take place.

Vanity. Vanity and foolishness.

At his knees fawned two nubile young beauties. Before he'd looked into their eyes, subduing their wills, they had been known as Alice and Cala. Cala was a princess of some minor realm somewhere in the human-occupied region of space, on their shared border with the Magical Realm. Alice was the daughter of a fairly wealthy and influential family, sufficiently influential that, for the needs of the rites Dracula's allies were performing, she counted as sufficiently important for their use. Now, however, both girls' smooth young bodies were buck naked, and they eagerly licked his shiny black boots, lovely little bottoms raised high. They weren't mindless, for his allies needed them to be at least somewhat aware of what was done to them in order for the ritual to properly work, but Dracula had adjusted them sufficiently so that they were very eager to serve him in any way he desired. He supposed the effect would wear off...eventually. It usually did, and he relished with anticipation the expressions on the two youngsters' faces when they realized what they'd done while under Dracula's influence.

Then there were the "problem" victims. Maid Marian was one of them, of course, but she'd been handled through other methods. While the young vixen knew perfectly well how to avoid being mentally dominated, having spent years in a court with a serpentine hypnotist and having learned his tricks quite well indeed, as well as how to defend herself against them, she also knew that her husband, Robin Hood, was somewhere in Castlevania, looking for her. She also knew that Dracula knew, though she didn't know that Dracula wasn't quite certain of the heroic fox's precise location. The Lord of Darkness had found it quite simple to convince Marian that he had Robin in his clutches, and that she had to serve him obediently and well, or he'd force her to watch as his fox archer minions raped her handsome lover before her eyes, before he had his werewolves tear the cunning former outlaw to shreds. She'd finally caved when Dracula had promised her that the last thing her dear husband would see before his death would be his beloved being sodomized by an alpha werewolf in front of Dracula's throne.

As for the other three difficult prisoners, they were hardly a threat in their present state. Two were just beyond where Marian danced, each awaiting her fate with ghastly trepidation. The first of the lovely young pair was the Princess Eilonwy of Llyr, presently squirming in futile effort against the cold iron shackles that held her securely bound to the smooth black stone altar against which her naked back and bottom wriggled, her supple, smooth limbs tensing in vain against her restraints. The girl princess' fearful cries were muffled through a fine silk gag as three of Dracula's favorites, moon-pale beauties he'd converted to undeath many ages past, cooed over her, stroking their delicate, long-nailed fingers over the defenseless girl's supple body, touching her everywhere with exquisite forwardness, though not so harshly as to spoil her for when Dracula dined on her virgin blood, straight from its most potent source. She was of the blood of Faerie, after all, and while her line was diluted somewhat with human blood, the blood she had sparked with raw magic, the potent powers of creation unchained, waiting to be tapped. Or, in this case, put on tap.

Dangling above Eilonwy, suspended by chains linking her wrists and ankles to pillars on either side, was the black-winged princess, Nina of Wyndia. Of all Dracula's prisoners, she was the only one still clothed, as he had special plans for her. While Dracula had a great weakness for blondes, a pureblooded wyndian like her was a potent catalyst for enchantments and rituals of the most powerful sort. That Maleficent had already claimed the other Princess Ninas, each from an alternate timeline, was proof of the raw potency of wyndian royal blood. For now, however, she would dangle and watch the suffering of her fellow princesses beneath her, while she waited for Dracula to prepare the potent energies that he would send flowing through her, using her much like mortals in more technological lands used fiber-optic cables. That she remain a virgin while he so used her, sadly, was a requirement to further enhance her magical conductivity in his dark rituals. Later, perhaps, but not for quite a while to come. Like Eilonwy, she'd been gagged, and for much the same reason: a wizard who could speak or move could cast spells, and Dracula had little patience for resistance in his time of triumph.

And there was the final one of Dracula's prisoners, and perhaps the finest of them all. She was also, sadly, the only one of his prisoners who he simply wouldn't touch. Lord Sombra desired her, and while Dracula seldom cared what others thought or desired, he did wish to keep his erstwhile ally happy. The umbra-touched shadowcorn was, after all, almost as potent as Dracula himself in some ways.

"You're sick," declared Twilight Sparkle as she looked hurriedly away from Maid Marian's dancing, her cheeks deeply flushed. "Sick and deranged."

"I'm not the one who was just staring at the freshly-pierced nipples of my newest slavegirl," Dracula retorted with a chuckle, which just made the young alicorn blush even more deeply, before reaching down, and very deliberately cupping the presented mounds of the two nubiles at his feet, making both squeal in girlish delight, thrusting their adorable pink tushies eagerly back into his touch "You are still young for an immortal, though, so I forgive you your outburst. You haven't yet learned how...insignificant these lesser creatures truly are."

"No!" Twilight retorted, outraged, and would have jerked forward, toward Dracula, except that her chains held her securely by the side of his throne, not allowing her movement either forward or back, though at least they allowed her to stand, as she did now. "Everyone has value, if only they'll use their skills for the good of others."

"So that's what that silly goddess of yours has been teaching you," Dracula answered with a knowing smile. "I don't suppose she ever told you about her own tendencies, has she?" Glancing toward Twilight with one blood-red eye, Dracula saw that he had her attention, and continued. "Eternity is a long time, my little princess. Longer than you can possibly imagine. Your precious Princess has little time for mortals, save as dalliances for her amusement, or tools for her machinations. Her only real relationships, the sort that last, are with those rare few who can truly understand her." Dracula's eyes grew heavy-lidded as Alice and Calla began kissing their way up his trouser legs, and his skin began to bulge in ways that were hideous to behold.

"That's not true," Twilight said, though Dracula could see the doubt in her eyes. "She was always kind to me..."

"And she made use of you as well," Dracula responded in kind, letting an eye stray over Twilight's lovely form, still concealed from his view by her wizardly robes. "Even to the extent that she guided you to immortality. For her pleasure."

"N-no," Twilight stammered, chewing her lower lip, her cheeks flushing as, unbidden, memories of the many times she and Celestia had spent together, alone, in activities that wouldn't be at all approved by the teacher's union at Magic School if they'd been known. "She didn't just use me..."

"I don't need my powers to read your mind, Princess Twilight Sparkle," Dracula taunted. "You are an open book, your face a window into the depths of your soul. With Princess Celestia, at least she always had new surprises for me when..."

"Princess Celestia would never have anything to do with a monster like you!" Twilight nearly screamed, startling the two girls at Dracula's feet, making them stare at her in dazed confusion. Dracula's only response to this outburst, however, was a knowing smile, his fingers teasing more firmly against the trembling, tender slits of the two teens, before he eventually mentioned something that left Twilight speechless.

"And what about Discord?"

Seeing that the damage had been properly done, Dracula turned his attention back to his two little prizes. He'd enjoy breaking Eilonwy's will next, and finally Maid Marian. Corrupting someone so noble of heart, so pure and true of love would be an experience he intended to savor for a very long time.

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