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Entry 62

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis and gryfalcon

Vote Tallies

*Hellstation

1) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 22

(60% chance of success, 4 successes or failures; violation of prisoners a result of failure)

*Desert City

2) Bambi and company make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety - 19

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

3) What's going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat's Casino - a 20's-style speakeasy - 17

(55% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

-The Mouse Trap - a pub with the best card games in Casino City - 5

[Will also include what's going on in the sewers of Casino City]

-The Percheron - all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot; strip poker common - 20

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 1

*Castlevania and Environs

4) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 12

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

5) The final Count-down - 6

(60% chance of success, rolled 3 times)

6) Ayumi, both Lara Crofts, Daring Do, and Rouge do some treasure hunting by themselves - 7

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

7) Scar and the Tyrannos arrive on War World - 2

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

8) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 14

*Other Locations

9) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested; a lot of "eating" will take place, though) - 19

10) Shere Khan's further villainy (introduction of Gary the Rat) - 0

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

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

12) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage – 24 – this week’s tiebreaker decision

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

13) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab & The Slave Factory - 24

Author Notes

Just ‘cause I thought it was funny, and kind of cute: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oU4l5dJ73g0 – Riptor deserves more love. ^.^ One of my favorite women in video games.

The 40% chance of success for today’s entry will remain static, rolled once for each group, until I’ve used up all available characters.

Here’s a list of all the characters presently fleeing pursuit in the jungle (characters on the Space Duck, Baloo’s ship, and the Righteous Indignation, Buck O’Hare’s, not included – they will be linked later if they show up):

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

Ceres Chere (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Celes\_Chere)

Cerea (http://dailylifewithamonstergirl.wikia.com/wiki/Centorea\_Shianus)

Chrono Trigger characters

-Ayla (http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Ayla)

-Lucca (http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Lucca)

-Marle (http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Marle)

Drum Bunker Dragon (http://buddyfight.wikia.com/wiki/Drum\_Bunker\_Dragon) - protecting Quinus Axia

Firestar (Cartoon version, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firestar)

Helena Douglas (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Helena\_Douglas) - counts as a princess

Honoka (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Honoka) - Marie Rose's friend, previously mind-controlled

Kitty Pryde and Lockheed (Pre-angst versions, http://marvel.com/universe/Pryde,\_Kitty and http://marvel.com/universe/Lockheed)

Kokoro (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Kokoro)

Marie Rose (http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Marie\_Rose) - Helena Douglas' servant

Marvel Girl (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Jean\_Grey)

Maya (http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/Maya)

Milan Flare (daughter of Tyris, http://goldenaxe.wikia.com/wiki/Milan\_Flare)

Phoenix (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Rachel\_Summers)

Qinus Axia (http://buddyfight.wikia.com/wiki/Dragowizard,\_Qinus\_Axia) - being protected by Drum Bunker Dragon

Rogue (Original cartoon version, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogue\_in\_other\_media)

Shining Force Characters

-Alef (http://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining\_force.html?pages/characters\_force\_alef.html)

-Tao (http://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining\_force.html?pages/characters\_force\_tao.html)

Soul Caliber women - all escaped from Castlevania

-Gerhilde (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Gerhilde)

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

-Viola (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Viola)

Spider-Woman (Cartoon version, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spider-Woman\_(TV\_series))

Tigra (http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Greer\_Grant\_(Earth-616))

Incidentally, I do wish to stress that all characters presented in sexual situations are at least adolescents for their respective species.

UFC Entry 62

“P-Papa Bear!” came a higher-pitched, boyish voice, audible to keen ears even through the perpetual cacophony of the Jungle of Rage.

“Hush now, Little Britches,” came the answering bass, gentle and sweet.

“B-but we’re supposed to be scouting. I mean, you told Miss Cunningham that…mmm!”

Sniffing the air, Blue could smell warm blood. Hot, actually, and rising still hotter the closer she approached. There was something tangy in the air, almost sweet, cloying in a way that she didn’t quite understand. After all, Blue was a made thing, not a natural creature, formed from a species intended to be entirely composed of females. That didn’t mean, however, that she didn’t have urges, instincts bubbling just beneath the surface. Instincts that had to be satisfied, even if she didn’t understand them in a purely rational way.

[http://jurassicpark.wikia.com/wiki/Blue

http://hurricane128.deviantart.com/art/the-real-raptor-jesus-496693317

http://pastel-demon-prince.deviantart.com/art/Raptor-Squad-539475228

http://atachi00.deviantart.com/art/Raptor-Squad-539222491

https://pastel-demon-prince.deviantart.com/art/Raptordad-539980363

http://hurricane128.deviantart.com/art/baby-blue-539732042]

Obviously a closer inspection was needed.

Carefully parting the fronds of a large fern, the iridescent raptor poked her nose from the underbrush, careful to keep herself out of sight – always a tricky thing when you were her color, but manageable. As soon as she could see what was taking place in the little clearing in front of her, however, Blue’s slitted eyes dilated: the warmbloods were…mating?

There were two of them, one small and brown, the other large and a grey-blue in fur color. Very large, Blue noted with a flush around her earslits. The big blue one had already doffed those strange cloth-things the speaking folk always insisted on wearing, his massive manhood unashamedly approaching full erection. He was helping the smaller one, who was facing away from Blue, to pull up a well-worn green hoodie, the smaller one’s lower half bare. Blue couldn’t help but lick her chops as she admired those shapely, firm little haunches, rounded and taut with youthful muscle. She paused, however, confused as she realized: the smaller one wasn’t a female!

[http://talespin.wikia.com/wiki/Baloo

http://talespin.wikia.com/wiki/Kit\_Cloudkicker

https://e621.net/post/show/56436/anthro-bear-butt-cub-disney-hindpaw-kit\_cloudkicke

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=968951]

Intrigued, her conception of what mating meant changed entirely, Blue hunkered down in the bushes to watch more closely. Though young, perhaps an adolescent, the smaller one wasn’t poorly-endowed by any stretch, a fact brought to her attention as the bigger one cupped the younger male’s sac in one big hand, the other tossing aside the hoodie to join the small pile of other clothes resting nearby, leaving them both in nothing but their hats.

“Ooh!” moaned the smaller male, his mouth open, eyes heavy-lidded as the big male began kissing his way down the brown-furred boy’s smooth, toned body. “Baloo…that feels so good.”

“Call me Papa Bear, Kit,” chuckled the big male – Baloo – as he knelt in front of Kit, one hand now stroking the boy’s smooth pink shaft at a moderate rate, precum already beading at the plump tip.

“Yes, Papa Be-ah!”

Kit gasped as Baloo wrapped his skilled muzzle around the boy’s penis, bobbing his head, turning it to one side and then the other, while his big paws reached around, thick fingers digging firmly into the boy’s bubble butt. Blue couldn’t restrain a soft whine as those big paws spread the boy’s bottom, revealing a tight, clean, pink tailhole beneath his stubby little tail.

Without needing to be told, the moment Baloo paused slightly, Kit pulled back, then turned around, resting his hands on a nearby tree as he bent over. Still on his knees, Baloo easily spread the cub’s buns once more, his muzzle pushing forward. Leaning forward, Blue was astonished to see the big male use his tongue to lick and then to squeeze inside the much smaller male’s tailhole. A moment’s reasoning made Blue realize that this was probably for lubrication – after all, they were both males – but it obviously felt good as well, from the way the boy was already squirting jets of precum against the trunk of the tree, moaning and shoving himself back into Baloo’s tongue as eagerly as a female in heat.

Speaking of heat…Blue lifted her muzzle slightly, smelling something sweet and juicy. Slipping a little away from the clearing (though with reluctance), and creeping silently through the underbrush, she could hear two soft moans, obviously deliberately muffled. Girlish moans – there were warm-blooded females around, watching these males…and apparently enjoying it as much as Blue had been.

With the sounds of Kit loudly encouraging Baloo, telling his “Papa Bear” how good it felt, how much he loved him, how much he needed him, ringing in her ears, Blue parted another of the seemingly endless ferns, and was treated to the exquisite, adorable sight of two peach-plump, girlish bottoms, each bare naked and thrust toward her invitingly, their owners presently on all-fours to better watch from concealment as Baloo and Kit made love. One of the girlish tushies was a bright yellow, as was the freshly-ripened little cunny right presented to Blue for her visual enjoyment. The other was a soft, inviting-looking grey, right below a back with a distinctive black-and-white striping. Neither of the girls had much of a tail to speak of, allowing Blue to lean in close to inspect their flushed and swollen cunnies at her leisure, the strange smell of a mammal’s girlish arousal intoxicating to her senses.

“Is he really going to…?” began the grey-furred one with the black-and-white back, before the yellow-furred one shushed her quickly.

“Sh, Michelle,” the little cutie added, just to make sure, though she didn’t turn her head, too fixed on watching as Kit lowered himself to all-fours, while Baloo towered over him, stroking his precum-slick bludgeon, fat drops splashing on the boy’s bottom as he squeezed it with his other hand.

“Sorry Molly,” Michelle answered, her voice sounding dreamy and far-away.

[http://hero.wikia.com/wiki/Michelle\_(Once\_Upon\_a\_Forest)

http://talespin.wikia.com/wiki/Molly\_Cunningham]

This was simply too much to be endured!

Quick as a flash, Blue’s hands covered the mouths of the girls, muffling their screams of surprise and fear before they could reach the males in the clearing. Looking up at Blue with big, pleading eyes that set off all her predatory instincts, making her wish she had a penis of her own, the mammal girls silently begged Blue for mercy, adorable little bums wiggling enticingly below her.

[40% chance of success – rolled 22 – success!]

Hissing softly, Blue looked at the two girls, then looked up, past them, to where Baloo was just barely fitting the tip of his heavy cock against Kit’s tiny pucker, before shifting both his hands to the boy’s bottom, kneading the supple flesh firmly. After a moment longer, both girls realized that Blue wasn’t going to hurt them – she was interested in the same thing they were – and stopped struggling. Carefully removing her talons from each girl’s mouth, ready to snap it back in place if they tried to cry out anyway, Blue then reached down, and took a slim wrist in her sharp-clawed grip, one for each. Guiding the girls’ hands to their mouths, she held them there gently, until she saw understanding light up in both their eyes, and removed her hands, letting the girls keep their own hands in place. They would stay quiet – good. Having seen what could be done with a tongue – even on someone of the same sex as you were – and more than smart enough to learn from observation, Blue wanted to try something, and if it was successful, she strongly suspected the girls would have a hard time staying quiet.

“PAPA BEAR!” Kit cried out loudly, as all three females watched, rapt, while Baloo’s big prick sank, nice and slow, into the boy’s reluctantly-yielding little rump.

“Lucky for me Karnage taught you how to stay so tight,” Baloo grunted softly, probably too softly for anyone but Blue to hear. The words, and the gradual understanding that came with them, made her arch her hands, stroking the heels of her strange, scaly palms upward and inward, against two juicy little quims.

“MMM!” both girls cried out almost simultaneously, squeezing their hands even tighter against their cute little mouths. Encouraged, still keeping her attention as much as possible on the big mammal slowly pumping his hefty shaft in and out of the hot boy in front of him, gradually building up to a pace where his balls were his balls were lightly tapping the backs of Kit’s with each long, slow stroke, Blue lowered her head, until she was forced to look over the heart-shaped swells of the two girls’ bottoms. Leaning forward, her tongue arched out just like her hands had, first to Molly’s yellow-framed pink slit, making her head jerk up with surprise at how good the touch of another female felt, and then to Michelle’s, getting the same response.

Alternating between the precious pair, amused at how they kept bobbing up and down, Blue explored carefully, not wanting to damage the fleshy, perforated membrane she found inside the lovely little cuties; she’d damaged her own, back when she’d first tried to use her talons for masturbation, only to discover too late how careful you had to be with claws as sharp as hers (she was just lucky that was all that was damaged!). No, she would use her tongue only on these precious little dears, circling tender, untried pink slits until they were soaked, juices matting down the fur of the two tasty little mammals. Mmm, it would be so perfect, watching such tiny quims, and the achingly tight tailholes above them, properly stretched on that magnificent male organ now pummeling that adorable boy’s bottom. Such lovely little dears would surely produce babies as fine as themselves.

Baloo was working his hips faster now, harder, making Kit grunt with every slap against the boy’s buns. Each impact sent a ripple through Kit’s toned flesh, making his butt jiggle despite its taut firmness, his heavily-leaking cock dribbling copious precum onto the ground even as his fingers dug into the soft, yielding earth of the jungle floor.

“Please, Papa Bear,” he gasped out, his eyes heavy-lidded, mouth open and panting. “Please, it’s so good…so good…”

“You’ve been banging Becky too much,” laughed Baloo, making the smaller male cry out in his sweet tenor as the big man slapped Kit’s buns with a huge paw. “Gotten used to how a woman feels, and forgotten how good it is to be nailed yourself.”

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20213561/

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20114630/

https://e621.net/post/show/637048/all\_fours-anal-anal\_penetration-anthro-baloo-bear-]

The yellow-furred female gasped softly at this revelation – apparently it was something new to her – and then shuddered as Blue’s tongue began lashing her clitoris with a frantic pace, the raptor’s muzzle squeezed up against her juicy cunny. Only biting down on her hand could keep her from screaming! Michelle turned to look at her friend, concern on her face, before Blue, moving her hand to keep up the vigorous work her tongue had started on Molly, started greedily slurping on tasty little Michelle, tightly gripping that squeezable badger butt with her other hand as she pressed her muzzle nice and tight against the other girl’s sweet hole.

Kit’s whole body was tense, shuddering all over as waves of pleasure hit his brain, until his vision started to swim. Baloo was right: he just wasn’t ready for how good it felt, being taken by a male again. Just as he’d gotten used to the pleasure he could get from Ms. Cunningham, Baloo was yanking him right out of his comfort zone…and into a zone of raw pleasure!

Crying out loudly, Kit started to squirt. He’d never cum so hard, so fast, not since the first time Don Karnage had introduced him to how good male-on-male sex could be. Eyes rolling back into his head, Kit sagged as though all the wind had gone out of his sails, Baloo’s big hands around his waist the only thing keeping him upright.

“Bust your nut already, Little Britches?” chuckled Baloo, slowing his thrusts, but only a little, enough to let Kit rest a bit, and then recover. “We’ve just got started…huh?”

Head jerking up, cock jerking free of Kit’s tailhole, leaving the boy to whimper at the sudden empty feeling inside, Baloo rose to his feet after letting Kit down to the soft grass more gently than his current sense of urgency would have said was possible. He’d heard something from those bushes, and in the jungle, it didn’t pay to fail to follow up on noises like that: anything that would come close enough to a speaking person to be heard, or its presence seen, was a threat.

Leaving Kit where he lay, Baloo hurried to the big ferns on one side of the clearing, and yanked them aside, his other hand balled up into a fist (and, incidentally, his penis still standing firm and erect). Instead of some vicious predator, however, Baloo blinked down at the sight of…

“Molly and Michelle?”

The girls were lying, chins on the ground, cheeks deeply flushed as they panted for breath, adorable little bottoms thrust into the air. They looked as though…naw, that just couldn’t be…could it? There was sure an awful lot of wetness on the ground under them, that was for certain.

Still trying to process what he’d discovered, Baloo looked up, just in time to see a flash of blue vanishing into the underbrush. Blue…and just a hint of pink.

[https://e621.net/post/show/87453/1997-animal\_genitalia-anthro-butt-cloaca-dinosaur-]

*

“Keep tracking!”

Khris spluttered and then sobbed as the Sheriff of Nottingham shoved her face down into the grass and loam of the jungle, his massive hand almost big enough to engulf her whole head. The cantol girl was a cutie, all right, the Sheriff decided, letting his eyes travel down over her blonde hair, then her smooth back with its clearly-defined dimples, then to her upraised, heart-shaped rump. A little skinny for the big-bellied wolf’s typical tastes, but all the same, not bad at all.

[https://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining\_force.html?pages/characters\_force\_khris.html

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Sheriff\_of\_Nottingham]

Still holding the slave’s head down with one hand, forcing her to keep snuffling in the dirt, the Sheriff casually grabbed one bouncy little bun with the other, each of his palms easily big enough to completely cover Khris’ buttocks, and pried it outward, letting him admire the slavegirl’s smooth, tight slit and even tighter “tailhole” (though, of course, she lacked a tail). Like most of her body, with the exception of her shoulder-length light blonde hair, Khris was as smooth as an elf, despite her visible muzzle and other deer-like features. Strangely, though the effect might have been offputting in some creatures, for Khris the effect was actually exotic, and her complete lack of a tail above her delightfully squeezable bum just made her look, to the Sheriff’s eyes, as though she were constantly “presenting,” ready to be mounted and roughly bred.

“Lamashtu did a good job fixing up your pussy,” the Sheriff chuckled, his sharp-toothed grin widening even more at the whine of protest Khris gave him when he began fondling her sex directly. “Hush up, slut, or I’ll throw you to the hyenas. You want ‘em wrecking your pussy again? Remember last time?” He waited until the cantol girl nodded fearfully, then nodded as well, satisfied that she’d properly learned her place. “All right, up,” his hand left her head, and Khris immediately turned, her eyes widening at the sight of the brutally thick, uncircumcised wolfmeat the Sheriff was swinging around, free of his unbuttoned trousers. “Start stroking this, and tell me where your friends have gone.”

As the skinny cantol girl started to obey, the Sheriff couldn’t keep the smug grin off his face as he watched her face, all fearful and aroused and awestruck, all at the same time. It was like she’d never even seen a penis before, and yet still had all the skills she’d been forced to acquire during her repeated gang-rapes by goatlike beastmen, fimir, demons, and more. The main reason Khris wasn’t pregnant, like so many others, was because of her magical abilities, which had allowed her to resist the influence of Lamashtu, so long as the goddess wasn’t paying direct attention to her. Several other girls were like Khris, unbred because of their powers and abilities, and so most of these had been taken to the dungeons of Castlevania, there to wait for transport to the headquarters of the Council of Evil; Wile E. Coyote was always in need of new subjects, after all, and the other members of the Council were well-known for being insatiable in their lust for flesh. Other girls had initially escaped the orgy around the statue of Lamashtu and Dark Krystal, but they hadn’t gotten far before they were caught, and they also were now waiting for their fate to be sealed as they were transported into the clutches of such notables as Bowser or Ganon, Maleficent or Shere Khan. The less-fortunate ones, of course, those who hadn’t been able to resist Lamashtu’s fertilizing presence, could still be heard wailing in the distance as they were kept continually contributing to the ever-growing army of monstrous humanoids.

Khris, however, was one among a select few that had been spared this immediate fate. Like all the captives, she’d been restored by Lamashtu’s divine energies after the orgy was ended, healing up her body, and also by the powers of the new goddess, Dark Krystal, who’d healed up her mind and psyche. This was why Khris acted like a virgin (and was as tight as one), but had all the skills of a well-trained whore. She’d been saved from being dragged into the dungeons simply because the Sheriff thought she’d be good to use to track her friends, since her sense of smell was quite excellent, and she knew their scent better than anyone. Though her psyche was mostly healed by Dark Krystal, her memory hadn’t been altered in the least (albeit with its emotional impact lessened somewhat), and the Sheriff found it easy to dominate the skinny little slavegirl with constant reminders of what her fate could be, if she wasn’t constantly his good, obedient little slave.

“They’re ahead,” Khris reported, swallowing nervously as she regarded the hefty hunk of wolf gripped in her small hands, its fat, unretracted head already beading a big, fat drop of precum only a short distance from her tiny muzzle. “Not far, either. There’s others with Alef and Tao, too. I think they have powers of some sort, but I can’t really be sure: I’ve never really…done this before, sir.”

“You’ll learn quick,” the Sheriff reassured his smooth-bottomed cantol slave, glancing back at the rest of the hunting party, wishing he had more time to “discipline” the little cutie, and properly ruin her quim again. “Now turn around and get back to tracking: we’ve got a lot of jungle to cover.”

Scar, of course, was the reason the Sheriff of Nottingham didn’t dare to take too much time. The whole Raging Jungle was teeming now with hunters and hunted, after the little incident when Scar met Genghis Rex, and both of them met the young upstart Scourge. Scar was a surprisingly easygoing sort, as well as deceptively competent, and the Sheriff decided quickly that he’d enjoy working for the guy Genghis Rex, on the other hand…well, he wasn’t that bright, to be honest. A real beefcake, and the Sheriff admitted to himself that he wouldn’t mind being dominated by the big red dino-dick that brute was packing, but he was noisy and he was stupid and he led through fear rather than by competence and charisma (though he did have the latter of the two, at least somewhat). His yellow-scaled sister was a looker as well, and a little smarter than Genghis, but the Sheriff didn’t like the way she eyed him over, like he was an especially juicy piece of meat. He knew some females liked to tied up others, and the Sheriff wasn’t at all sure he was ready to get into something that hot ‘n heavy just yet with someone he’d just met.

[http://dinosaucers.wikia.com/wiki/Princess\_Dei

http://dinosaucers.wikia.com/wiki/Genghis\_Rex

https://e-hentai.org/g/998884/198cfb1f29/ - just for the fun of it

http://lionking.wikia.com/wiki/Scar

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Scourge\_the\_Hedgehog]

Scourge, as the final factor in the three-way shoutout that soon developed, wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t weak, but he was overconfident, painfully so. He was also impatient, and his tendencies were what initially set off the argument between the three team leaders. Scar had been insinuating himself into Genghis Rex’s good graces, flattering the big red dinosaur into thinking that he was going to be in charge of the hunting party, while subtly getting Genghis to agree to hand over all the real power to the lean, subtle lion. Then Scourge showed up, and…

“WHAT!?” the bellow had come out of the big tent where the three supposed leaders of the hunting expedition were meeting. “How_DARE_ you!”

That was Genghis Rex, of course: he had the biggest voice, and wasn’t afraid to use it, frequently. From his vantage point outside the meeting tent, the Sheriff traded a look with Al Negator, both of them consummate professionals at doing their jobs, and then also traded a shrug: business as usual. So the Sheriff went with Scar, and Al went with the Dinosaucers, and Scourge went off by himself, not even bothering to take any of the slaves they’d saved for assistance in the jungle – he was sure that all he need was his hand-picked crew, after all, and the Sheriff did have to admit, he had a real point: a lot of those guys had powers!

[http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Bark\_the\_Polar\_Bear

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Bean\_the\_Dynamite

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Evil\_St.\_John

http://sonic.wikia.com/wiki/Jet\_the\_Hawk

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Nack\_the\_Weasel

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Nic\_the\_Weasel

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

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Drago\_Wolf

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Fiona\_Fox

http://sonic.wikia.com/wiki/Sleet and http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21796814/

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Sleuth\_Dog

http://sonic.wikia.com/wiki/Storm\_the\_Albatross

http://sonic.wikia.com/wiki/Wave\_the\_Swallow]

So the division of labor had split down the middle between Genghis Rex and Scar, the rank-and-file picking their sides just like the big-name mercs like Al Negator and the Sheriff. General Scales was ostensibly the one in charge, with Scar and Genghis and Scourge as his guests, but he was busy somewhere in the desert, overseeing some big project. Without their boss to give them direct orders, the sharpclaws decided to side with their fellow dinosaurs, while the hyenas went with Scar, since they knew him best.

After some quick shuffling of forces, here they were, making their way through the dense jungle, Volf and his werewolves making themselves useful by clearing away underbrush and acting as advance scouts, while the Sheriff led the main team, and Scar sat on the bench of the luggage wagon, working the reins to drive their beasts of burden.

Perhaps the biggest reason that Scar wasn’t in more of a hurry to show his fellow hunters how skilled he was, besides his generally laid-back nature, was because the “beasts of burden” harnessed up to the carriage, bits shoved firmly in their mouths, blinders limiting their vision to straight ahead, and arms bound securely behind their backs, were Dora and Mae, the kentaurides.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2-Y3P\_1xdM

http://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining\_force.html?pages/characters\_force\_mae.html]

Going was quite frequently slow because, as they travelled, Scar would saw on the reins, and that brought the whole caravan almost to a stop. The reins, after all, were attached to stallion-sized vibrating dildos that had been firmly inserted into vagina and anus of each centaur girls, and every time Scar worked those connecting reins, he changed the speed and angle of the vibrators, using all his quite considerable skill in the erotic arts to keep the pair too stimulated to dare try and resist, despite their significant equine strength…but also too stimulated to go terribly fast, their slick juices leaving a trail behind the carriage as they made their way slowly forward on wobbly legs, moaning loudly through their bits.

A sour expression briefly on his face at the privileges of royalty, the Sheriff nevertheless shouldered his duty, and pressed on. He did, however, bring his fingers down on Khris’ elfsmooth cunny before he got her moving again, working the thick digits into that juicy quim of hers until she was trembling all over, almost as badly as her centaur friend, Mae. While he didn’t like delaying his gratification if he didn’t have to, the Sheriff knew that Scar was the sort who rewarded loyalty quite generously indeed, especially when there’d be spoils enough to go around for everyone. A little trouble, a little bother, and soon he’d be enjoying some sweet, sweet rewards.

*

“Stupid mammal!” scoffed Genghis Rex as he gave the stout rope in his hands a mighty jerk, making Cerea scream as she went sprawling to the ground, her legs kicking in the air, but only for a short while, before the massive, well-muscled tyrannosaur caught hold of first her hind legs, then the forelegs, binding them together, and finishing by lashing her arms behind her back, finishing the job with a few more loops of rope above and below the blonde centaur girl’s more-than-ample breasts. “To think that you had a hope of evading me, the lord of the Tyrannos! You’ll soon regret such stupidity!”

[http://dailylifewithamonstergirl.wikia.com/wiki/Centorea\_Shianus]

“B-but boss,” Ankylo protested nervously, the squat, broad-bodied ankylosaurus finding it hard to look away as his leader easily ripped off the kenaurides’ shirt with one mighty talon, making her buoyant breasts bounce as she screamed again, but only until Genghis shoved the remnants of her shirt into her mouth, gagging her. “Why do we even need the horse-lady? I thought you wanted to catch all the humans in the jungle; she’s only half human.”

“I told you not to call me that,” snarled Genghis, easily rolling the still-struggling kentaurides onto her back, her bound legs unable to move enough to cover her splayed equine sex, let alone have a hope of kicking at her captor. “She’s enough human for my purposes, and this,” he covered Cerea’s tender sex with his hand and began to rub it vigorously, making her eyes widen, her equine ears snapping up in shock, “is big enough to handle any of us, or maybe two at once, with some stretching.”

“Besides,” Princess Dei added with a smug smirk, leaning down to rest Cerea’s back against her chest, then reaching around to fondle the squirming prisoner’s boobs in her rough raptor’s talons, “Scar has two centaur girls, and my brother was feeling a little left out.”

“I’ll hammer that lion’s tight tail yet,” growled Genghis in response to his deinonychus sister’s comment, not contradicting her, but instead leaning his head down to Cerea’s bared quim, his nostrils flaring as he took in her rich, slightly musky scent. “I’ll teach him to think he’s better than me!”

Crying out through the scraps of cloth in her mouth as she felt Genghis Rex’s hot breath blasting over her tender cunny, Cerea started to struggle more frantically against the ropes holding her fast, unable to take her eyes away from his descending muzzle as it drew closer, then closer still, and then opened, long, thick tongue extending toward her defenseless sex. Dei’s hands caressed Cerea’s breasts, squeezing them tightly just as Genghis started lapping at her puffy mound, not bothering to build into it in his eagerness, but licking at her as though she were an oasis in the desert, hungry and eager. Squelching, liquid sounds filled poor Cerea’s folded-back ears as the blood rushed to her face, even as Dei began pinching her rigid nipples as they stood out between the deinonychus’ tight-squeezing fingers.

“Ankylo,” the Tyrrano princess purred, her eyes on poor Cerea’s face as the doomed beauty finally realized just how hopeless her situation really was. “Go and tell the others to get a base camp ready: thanks to our new trackers, we should have plenty of pussy to go around.”

Of course, the Tyrannos were experts at mind control. Normally, this control was limited to their own species, the brains of Dinosaucers being more straightforward than those of most mammals. However, combining their control collars with a strap made from the red collars that the Council of Evil employed extensively made a neck-mounted device that, while slightly bulky, and highly visible, provided most effective mind control on just about anyone who was made to wear one. The collars provided addictive pleasure when their wearers obeyed, and crippling pain when they disobeyed, so slaves wearing them weren’t able to use much higher-brain function, but the Tyrannos hardly needed geniuses for their purposes. The humans, Rima, Shanna, Storm, and Tyris were back at the Tyrrano camp, resting up with the free-willed members of the hunting party. Shanna was the one who’d brought down poor Cerea, using a set of bolas she’d fashioned from vines and three stones , before the royal Tyrannos stepped in to claim their prize in relative privacy.

[http://superfriends.wikia.com/wiki/Rima

http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Shanna\_O'Hara\_(Earth-616)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Storm\_in\_other\_media - original cartoon version

http://goldenaxe.wikia.com/wiki/Tyris\_Flare)

Breasts heaving, Cerea bucked in the grip of the royal siblings, her cheeks even more deeply flushed than before, Genghis’ tongue deep inside of her narrow love channel. She wasn’t as massive as a true equine ”down there,” and the tyrannosaur’s tongue was bigger than the penis of all but the most obscenely well-endowed human men. Bigger, and much more flexible, hitting places inside of the young centaur that she’d never even known existed before that moments; obviously the dinosaucer tyrant had lots of experience taming unwilling lovers, and his sister at least as much.

“We’ll be sure to hand you over to those lovely brothers, Balio and Sunder, after we’ve finished with you,” Dei was murmuring suggestively in Cerea’s ear, before nibbling the pointed, lightly-furred tip. “Pity we sent them back with some of our prior prizes, to deliver them to the Council of Evil, but we’ll have plenty of time for them to breed you later. Won’t that be lovely: you, groaning with the weight of two stallions in your tummy?”

Cerea’s voice raised high in a combination of muffled protest, and equally-muffled orgasm as Dei traced one hand over the kentaurides’ equine belly, while Genghis hit that spot, almost at the centaur girl’s cervix, setting off a series of convulsive fluttering deep in her tummy. No! She couldn’t give in like this! She couldn’t let them win!

But she didn’t have any choice…

[40% chance of success – rolled 38 – just barely made it!]

“Drill ram bunkerrrrr!”

“Wha-?” was all that Genghis Rex got out, looking up in surprise right before a pair of drill-backed gauntlets slammed hard into his chest. Fortunately for Genghis, he’d still been wearing his body armor, or else that blow might have killed him. As it was, the force of impact still sent him flying back several yards, to land flat on his back in the underbrush.

“Who dares-!” Dei was shrieking, shoving Cerea aside with casual ease as she rose to her feet, teeth bared as she faced the tall, red-armored figure that stood, proud and noble, before her. She also didn’t manage to finish her words, before a swirl of frigid air gusted around her, instantly forming a block of ice that froze the deinonychus woman firmly in place. Within the transparent ice, Dei could be seen still snarling obscenities, her sharp-clawed fingers and toes flexing violently within their narrow confines.

“It’s been fun,” said the blue-scaled figure in the robes and mortarboard cap of a scholar of magic, a teasing smirk on her cutely draconic face as she tapped the ice right above Dei’s nose. “Let’s meet up again sometime.”

[http://buddyfight.wikia.com/wiki/Drum\_Bunker\_Dragon

http://buddyfight.wikia.com/wiki/Dragowizard,\_Qinus\_Axia)]

“Mwah,” coughed Cerea as the red dragon knight who’d stunned Genghis pulled out the scraps of fabric in her mouth. “Who are you?”

“Drum Bunker Dragon,” declared the dragon proudly, even as he cut Cerea’s bonds with a single swipe of his bladed gauntlet. “And this is my…companion, Quinus Axia, the dragowizard.”

“Pleased to meet you, my dear,” Quinus chimed in, her blue face flushed as she noticed Cerea’s lack of upper-body attire…or lower body, for that matter, her equine-sized skirts quite badly shredded by Genghis’ attentions. “Don’t look, you pervert!” she suddenly commanded, shoving one hand in the as-yet-oblivious Drum Bunker’s face, much to his confusion. “Here,” she added, turning her attention back to Cerea, “let me help with those.”

Eyes wide with surprise, Cerea watched as her clothes suddenly flew back together, covering her just as before, a single wave of Quinus’ glowing hand enough to accomplish the feat. Her magic finished, Quinus finally moved her hand out of Drum Bunker’s face.

“Okay, you can look now,” Quinus chirped cheerfully, not seeming to notice the perplexed look on the other dragon’s face.

“Uh…all right,” Drum Bunker finally settled on saying, before clearing his throat, looking between Genghis Rex and Princess Dei, and then toward the path Ankylo had taken through the woods. “We’d better get a move on,” he concluded, his expression serious as he took the hands of Cerea and Quinus, one in each of his, before starting off toward the deeper jungle. “There’s no telling how much time we’ve got before they start actively hunting us again.”

“We’ve been on the run for a few days now,” Quinus informed Cerea, though apparently not bothered by this fact in the least, judging from her happy expression. “Those bad guys up in the castle have been hunting every dragon they can find, and they’ve already got quite a collection. They didn’t catch up with me and my hero, though,” she added, beaming up at Drum Bunker, who turned an even deeper shade of red than normal.

“We’re, ahem, looking for some falling stars,” Drum Bunker broke in with a cough, almost letting go of Quinus’ hand, but unable to do so, thanks to her more than firm grip. “Quinus thinks they’re ships that landed, and we could get help from them.”

“On this planet,” Quinus took over, “the only ones you might call friends aren’t from around here. War World is a terrible place, and I’m sorry that Drum Bunker insisted we go here!”

“But you were the one who said…”

“Promising me rare and unique spell reagents – the nerve!” Quinus continued, undaunted, before her expression turned thoughtful. “Though we did find some remarkable herbal specimens here…perfect for casting that freeze spell, in fact.”

Dazed at the back-and-forth between the pair after her recent ordeal, Cerea latched onto the one part that really made sense to her.

“You’re saying that we might be rescued, if we can just find one of those ships that came down?” the blonde kentauride asked, cutting to the heart of the matter.

“Well, yes,” Drum Bunker admitted, blinking.

“Then…lead on.”

“Uh, actually,” it was Quinus’ turn to look a little bit abashed, “we’re not the ones finding our way through this strange, alien jungle. That would be just crazy!”

“But, if you’re not the ones doing the pathfinding…who is?” Cerea asked, then blinked in surprise as Drum Bunker and Quinus Axia both pointed. There, standing just at the edge of her vision, was a velociraptor with blue-tinted iridescent scales, and strangely intelligent eyes.

“You’re following that!?”

“Her, actually,” Quinus replied cheerily. “And please don’t make her feel unwelcome: you’ll hurt her feelings.”

With the odd feeling that she’d stepped into a world far weirder than she’d expected, Cerea allowed herself to be led along behind the two dragons…and their lethal predator guide.

*

“You make this look easy,” Jean Grey groused half-teasingly as she skimmed along the treetops, a slight wrinkle in her brow showing the concentration she needed in order to keep her telekinetic flight going. Her daughter, Rachael, more powerful but less experienced, didn’t have the concentration to spare for a comment of her own.

“That’s ‘cause it is easy,” replied Rogue with a light shrug. “Never did figure out how Ms. Marvel did it – it just came natural after I absorbed her powers.”

Jean, of course, didn’t need any further information on how that whole incident went. After all, she’d been one of the psychics who’d had to gradually work through Rogue’s mind, separating Ms. Marvel from the other mutant’s psyche, allowing them both to exist at the same time, without Rogue losing the power set she’d gained, or Ms. Marvel functioning at less than total power. Not that all that work had ultimately paid off: Ms. Marvel’s psychic echoes still rang in Jean’s and Rachael’s minds, as the brutal beastmen used her mercilessly as breeding stock, her heightened Kree abilities just making her an especially useful vessel, able to pop out multiple babies in a row without needing nearly as much of Lamashtu’s healing energies to keep going. Such would have been Rogue’s fate, and Jean’s and her daughter’s, and even Firestar and Spider-Woman, who flew alongside them as they hung right on the treeline, to keep long-range sensors from picking them up, if they hadn’t escaped. They’d escaped because of Jean’s and Rachael’s powers, certainly, but in the face of two goddesses of sex and fertility, their ability to fly had been the real key to their successful escape. Of course, they’d been among the very few lucky ones.

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firestar – cartoon version

http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Jean\_Grey

http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Rachel\_Summers

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogue\_in\_other\_media - original cartoon version

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spider-Woman\_(TV\_series) – cartoon version]

Back in the jungle, almost a mile off now, Jean could sense her friend, Ororo – Storm when she was on duty as an X-Man – being roughly fingered to an orgasm by one of the reptilian monsters chasing them through the jungle, one Plesio by name, and pink-scaled creature something like a dragon in appearance. A touch of the reptile’s mind was all that Jean could take before she had to pull away, and quickly: he was drenched in lust, but Jean could have brushed that aside; what made his mind more than she dared handle was how intense his lust could be, even bordering on actual love, depending on the subject. Right then, he genuinely loved making Storm cum, her juices squirting all over his hands as he arched a thick claw up and inward, her full, black-capped breasts heaving as she screamed into her ball gag, her eyes going white as jolts of electric pleasure rocked her to the core.

That light touch of addictive pleasure was almost too much for Jean, and she pulled back into herself, her concentration wavering, her cheeks flushed. She traded a glance with her daughter, and saw that Rachael had indeed felt what her mother had endured. Felt it, and pulled back just as quickly. They had to keep moving, of course, and fast. If they faltered, even for a few seconds, they’d be caught, and somehow Jean knew that, even with all her mental might, she’d soon end up like the strong-willed Ororo: a slave to pleasure, mindless, docile, and obedient. The minds of the Tyrannos were too primitive for Jean or Rachael to properly affect, and to enter minds such as theirs was to invite being made as primitive as them…and just as hungry for pleasure.

“Do you think we’re far enough out?” asked Firestar, breaking into Jean’s thoughts as she struggled to regain her composure, most of her and her daughter’s concentration now being spent on keeping their sudden rush of arousal from “bleeding” over into their three flying companions. “My microwave aura doesn’t let me dip as low as the rest of you – I’d set the trees on fire. That makes me a big hotspot if they shine a sensor this way…or, worse yet, an infrared scanner. I don’t want to put the rest of you at risk.”

“I’m pretty sure we can handle whatever might follow us out here,” Spider-Woman interrupted before Jean could reply. “We’re about as dangerous as anything in the skies can be, at least as long as we stick together…” She hesitated, turning her head slightly as she frowned in concern. “What’s that sound?”

All five of the superheroines turned their heads at the same time, surprised to see three high-tech surfboard-like devices hovering just above the treeline, right on the same level with them. Riding those hoverboards were three avian humanoids, the one in front a bright green, flanked by a fuchia birdgirl with big goggles over her eyes, and a burly grey-feathered brute. While the purple bird looked like she was having fun, and the big grey one was obviously concentrating on keeping his board steady, greenfeather looked like he was having the time of his life, sharp teeth visible as he grinned like a maniac (but since when did birds have teeth…? Such musings, perhaps, were better saved for another time!).

[https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1172264

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1158943

https://inkbunny.net/s/1158949

They were fast! Faster even than FIrestar, and she could move like greased lightning when she really burned heat. In seconds, they’d passed the quintet, circling them like buzzards, hemming the heroines in, keeping them from flying the coop.

“We go up, we’ll be spotted by sensors for su-,” Spider-Woman started to say as she alighted on the topmost bough of one of the canopy trees, before her head snapped up in alarm. “Firestar, no!”

But the impetuous teenage mutant had already shot upwards, her microwave-powered flames blazing brightly. Casting her hands downward, she grinned in delight, exulting in the power flowing through her as she swept a wave of flame just above the canopy, forcing the board-riding birds back.

“That’s right!” she crowed in triumph. “Don’t you dare mess with…huh?”

[40% chance of success – rolled 93 – failure]

The only warning Firestar had of her imminent peril was a sudden breeze, before a pair of powerful talons wrapped around her shoulders. Whatever had just grabbed her screeched like a bird of prey at the searing heat of Firestar’s body, but only for a moment. The next moment, Firestar shuddered, then went limp, her eyes wide as she gasped for breath. Something had negated her powers!

“Sauron!” Jean Grey exclaimed, recoiling slightly in horror at the sight of the green-scaled pterosaur-morph.

[https://marvel.com/universe/Sauron]

“A delicious meal!” screeched the tall, slender creature, casually tossing Firestar aside, letting her tumble past the girls, and into the inky depths of the forest. “Young, healthy, and bursting with energy!” Splaying his wings wide, Sauron laughed maniacally in his high-pitched way, sounding much like an egomaniac eagle would have, if only it could talk. Then, suddenly, Sauron stopped, and glanced down, immediately drawing the eyes of the other heroines to the immense green erection sticking out from the pterosaur-man’s groin. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have discarded my meal so soon,” he mused. “This keeps happening with the attractive female ones.”

[http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/extro/176682/Sauron-X-Marvel-Girl

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/328226

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/386695]

The moment Sauron’s eyes went down, Spider-Woman broke free of her momentary daze, and plunged downward like a diver, putting all her strength into catching up with Firestar before she hit. Her large white eye-covers narrowed as she focused herself down to a single point, a single goal, feeling her body start to tremble with the strain of outpacing gravity itself. Firestar was splayed out, her eyes open but filled with confusion, dazed from the sudden touch of the power-draining saurian. This slowed her fall slightly, and Spider-Woman felt a surge of hope in her breast: she was going to get to her friend in time!

Except…she didn’t. Someone else did.

[40% chance of success – rolled 98 – failure]

Leaping from limb to limb, a bright green blur darted through the trees, and before Spider-Woman had even realized what had happened, the blur caught Firestar in midair, snatching her right from under the red-garbed heroine’s nose. So sudden was this unexpected rescue – if rescue it truly was – that Spider-Woman couldn’t react fast enough as the ground shot up before her!

Actually, it wasn’t the ground that was the concern – Spider-Woman was maneuverable enough that she’d have managed to avoid it, even at the breakneck speeds at which she was travelling. The real concern was what was being held a short distance above the ground: a sturdy net of high-tech, monofilament wire. Even as she was turning, banking to avoid the ground, Spider-Woman slammed right into the net, its strands swiftly wrapping around her, binding her fast.

“Gotcha!” laughed Nack the weasel as he and his sister, Nic, stepped out from behind the tree where they’d been hiding, holding several of the trailing strands of the net, their sharp teeth showing as they snickered cruelly at Spider-Woman’s plight. Behind them lumbered a huge, muscular polar bear with cream-colored fur, a silent and intimidating figure, the rest of the strands gathered up in his massive paws as he reeled them in, first pulling Spider-Woman to a complete stop, and then yanking her onto her feet, so that she was forced to stand, arms pinned to her sides, legs squeezed tightly together, almost completely immobile.

“And I’ve got this!” sneered an anthropomorphic green hedgehog, coming to a halt not far from Spider-Woman, the feebly-struggling Firestar in his arms. “Not a bad catch for a day’s work.”

“Told you I could track ‘em,” came the voice of another male, and Spider-Woman’s and Firestar’s eyes widened as they saw many others coming out of the underbrush around them, the speaker in question a modestly-muscled, slightly paunchy, brown-furred hound dog. “Even if it’s flying, human pussy’s easy to follow.”

“That’s not the only thing easy about it,” teased a red-furred vixen, walking up to Scourge and casually slipping a finger between the teen’s legs, making the red-haired girl gasp in shock. “Heh, that’s all it took, and already I can see your nipples getting stiff. And don’t say it’s the cold, either, you slut: we’re in the jungle.” Fiona sneered at the two captive women as Scourge shoved Firestar from his arms onto her knees, letting a burly, chest-heavy dingo and muscular, white-furred wolf seize her arms as she dangled, still limp in their grips. “Skintight outfits like yours are when you want people to stare, and powers like yours are for when you want ‘em to look but not touch.”

“We’re touching them now,” said a tall, lean wolf, flanked by a green-feathered and rather shorter duck as he approached Spider-Woman, and casually dragged a single clawtip down the front of her red-and-yellow costume, the unstable molecules of the fabric parting before his touch, baring her smooth, creamy flesh between her cleavage, before he stopped, just shy of her pubis. “There’s no escape for you,” he added, leaning in close, making Spider-Woman turn her head in disgust: his breath reeked of old meat!

Up above, the battle still raged, as Jean Grey and Rachael Summers dove and weaved to stay one step ahead of Sauron’s grasping hands, always keeping their eyes turned away from those hypnotic orbs that glowed from his spike-backed skull. Rogue, of course, had to work harder to avoid those eyes, since she didn’t have the mental powers her fellow X-Men could bring into play. She’d dealt with Sauron before, though, and knew that if she could touch him with a bare hand, her absorption powers and his would cancel each other out. Sure, they’d both be left pretty helpless after, but that’s what friends were for, wasn’t it? As long as Jean and Rachael could stay focused long enough, keep the big flying lizard distracted until she could get a little closer…

What complicated the issue, of course, were the board-birds. Sauron was a deadly adversary on his own, lean and lethal – fighting him was like taking on the mythical Medusa, poisonous to touch and petrifying of gaze. Even with all their powers, Jean and Rachael, the pair who’d shared the name of Phoenix, needed all their concentration to keep from falling prey to such a powerful creature. So, when Storm, the burly grey-feathered albatross came plowing into them both, sending them tumbling end-over-end above the canopy, the psychic pair, ironically, didn’t see it coming.

Neither, as it turned out, did Sauron.

[For the three X-Women – 40% chance of success – rolled 91 – failure

For Sauron – rolled 72 – also a failure]

So utterly shocked at the sight of these upstarts coming to steal his glory, Sauron simply hung there, his wing-arms flapping, otherwise dumbstruck at the sheer audacity. How dare they claim what was rightfully his?! This was all the opening Rogue needed, and she rushed forward, not realizing that her safety net of friends had suddenly been removed…and grabbed firm hold of Sauron’s shoulders.

“Noooo!” screeched the sauroid, grabbing Rogue’s naked hands, engulfing them both in the bright glow of his powers and hers combined.

There was a bright burst of raw mutant energies being released, and suddenly Rogue found herself falling…but only for a short distance. Eyes partially open, she saw Lykos, Sauron’s human form, lying naked in the cradle of a protective tree limb, as dazed-looking as she felt, and just as powerless. Lucky for Rogue, she was being held up by someone…someone who wasn’t one of her friends! Looking up now into the face of the green-feathered hawk who’d caught her in his arms, Rogue struggled, but only briefly, her strength failing her utterly. She couldn’t even use her absorption powers, so thoroughly had she been sucked dry by the burst of negative feedback between her powers and Sauron’s. They’d come back, as she knew from the last time she’d done this, but how long it would take…that she couldn’t even guess. Hopefully less time than it would take Sauron to absorb some more mutant energy, and break free of Lykos’ control again…but on War World, with all its powered people, somehow Rogue doubted it.

Turning her head, Rogue saw Jean draped over the board of the big grey albatross, Rachael on the fuchia swallow’s, both now with their hands tied behind their backs, strange metal bands around their heads, which she somehow just knew were psychic dampeners – those things were way too common among those who went hunting after mutants.

Letting unconsciousness claim her at last, Rogue knew in her heart that she and her friends were doomed.

[What that doom likely means:

https://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/51168

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/HighHeeledJill/467127/Spider-Woman---Wolf-Sucking

https://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/86083

https://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/HighHeeledJill/261541/X-Women---Dungeon-Slaves

https://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/HighHeeledJill/459386/Marvel-Bukkake-Party]

*

Maya clung low to the branch to which she’d climbed, glaring down at the two lines of the hunting parties traveling through the jungle, seeking her and her companions. She’d had a similar vantage point not too long ago, shortly after she’d been one of the lucky few that had escaped the first hunt, looking down at the debauchery that had taken place around the great stone idol of the Divine Slut. Her friend, Kim Wu, was moaning, her eyes blank from forced orgasms, and her mid-sized breasts bobbed in time with those of the less well-endowed girl, Lei Fang, and the very well-endowed purple-haired woman, Psylocke as they were pounded by the mace-headed cocks of the one-eyed fimir. There were so many scenes of debauchery taking place at that time, of course, but this was the one that stuck out most to Maya, clinging to her memory.

[http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/Kim\_Wu)

http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Leifang

http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/Maya

http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Elizabeth\_Braddock\_(Earth-616)]

She would have revenge!

Forcing herself to focus, Maya glanced behind here, where Tigra was crouched on the branch next to hers. Of the few who’d managed to escape, Tigra was the one most suited to handling the dangers of the jungle, her instincts letting her become one with its ways. Maya, similarly, could tap into the spirits of the place, letting her meld most smoothly with its cycles of life…at least, she could, if she had enough time.

[http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Greer\_Grant\_(Earth-616)]

Time, of course, was the one thing they didn’t have. While Maya and Tigra considered their opponents, and the other women in their little group rested below at the base of the tree, the two safari parties drew ever closer. Scar’s was less visible, save for the supply wagon driven by the lean, dark-maned lion himself, drawn by his two centaur prisoners, and flanked by burly rhinos marching in line. He’d decided to travel light, using himself as a draw point, a visible mobile position that could lure those looking out for him into thinking that he’d be easy to avoid, and also act as a “home base” for his many more stealthy followers, the hyenas and werewolves and other hunters roving the woods, making sure they never lost complete track of each other, by using the caravan as a central location. Those hyenas and werewolves could be on them before the women even knew they were there.

Genghis Rex and his mixed group of reptiles, on the other hand, were something of a mixed bag. Lacking the supply wagon that Scar had, they moved on foot, keeping closer together in a fluid knot. The knot had its center around Genghis himself, and his tyranno allies, their great size making them reasonably visible, though they sometimes slipped out of even Tigra’s field of vision, demonstrating greater stealth and woodlore than Maya had expected from such loud and foolish-seeming creatures. Their sharpclaw cohort would certainly be dangerous in close-quarters, mostly since there were a lot of the well-muscled dinosaur men, though thankfully they didn’t seem terribly observant. What made the tyrannos especially dangerous, however, was that they had Al Negator, a mercenary and bounty hunter that Tigra knew well as part of her business as a superheroine. Al had managed to negotiate with some of the locals, including some saberon guides, and Maya wasn’t sure who else he’d contacted out there, in the green Hell that surrounded them. One wrong step, and they could easily run headlong into the clutches of some especially vicious local who might…

Vicious locals…yes…yes, that might work. Maya’s sense for the spirits of the Raging Jungle had latched onto something, something powerful and dangerous. Something that could give even the physically mighty tyrannos a serious run for their money.

“C’mon, Tigra,” Maya called out quietly, turning to move as quickly as she dared through the treetops. “We’ve got a surprise to arrange.”

*

“Oh!” gasped Aiushtha, looking around suddenly. “Oh deer…”

[https://dota2.gamepedia.com/Enchantress]

Daring Do had just about had quite enough. What had started out as a fairly minor expedition, with a few close associates in the field of professional archeology, a pilot, and two native guides of fairly trustworthy character, was now turning into a small mob. Normally, Daring Do preferred to work alone for a great many reasons: having to watch other people’s backs; coordinating to make sure everybody knew who was in charge and what they should be doing; keeping idle companions from stepping on the relics; and, perhaps most importantly, avoiding getting distracted.

[http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Daring\_Do]

Well, Daring Do was distracted! The people she’d personally picked – Myra Foxworthy, Katie Dodd, Winston (which, as far as she could tell, was his only name), Goombella (always a hard worker), Lara Croft, Relic the Pika, and Mei Ling for protection – were stolid, reliable experts in the field of archeology (or, in Winston’s case, just about anything he undertook – the man…gorilla…person was a polymath genius!), most of them fairly young, but highly skilled all the same.

[http://www.mariowiki.com/goombella

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Katie\_Dodd

http://tombraider.wikia.com/wiki/Lara\_Croft\_(Survivor\_Timeline)

http://kungfupanda.wikia.com/wiki/Mei\_Ling\_(student)

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Myra\_Foxworthy

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Relic\_the\_Pika

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Sonar\_the\_Fennec

http://overwatch.gamepedia.com/Winston]

The problems started, however, when Daring Do accidentally invited the wrong Lara Croft. How was she supposed to know that there were at least three of them out there!? Even after she’d corrected the mistake, and gotten the right one on board, the older two Lara Crofts decided they liked the idea of searching for ruins and relics in the forbidding Jungles of Rage, where so many old civilizations had gone to die, and invitedthemselves!

[http://tombraider.wikia.com/wiki/Lara\_Croft\_(Legend\_Timeline)

http://tombraider.wikia.com/wiki/Lara\_Croft\_(Original\_Timeline)]

Lara Croft Senior’s and Original-Flavor’s tendency to wear skintight clothes was quite enough of a distraction on its own, making Daring Do’s ability to concentrate fade to somewhere just barely above nothing. Rainbow Dash had the same problem, actually, and that was the primary reason Daring Do refused to work with the rainbow-tressed pony under normal circumstances: Rainbow Dash was a constant source of nosebleeds for Daring Do, mostly caused unintentionally as the hyper filly went buzzing around, trying to be useful, and ending up flashing Daring Do almost constantly. The situation only worsened, however, as word of the expedition, already compromised, started to leak like a sieve.

Once Senior Lara Croft was on board, like it or not, Ayumi, a magic-powered treasure hunting girl, showed up for the show as well, and if Lara Croft was bad about making good wardrobe choices, Ayumi…well, Ayumi didn’t seem to realize what clothes were! Though she typically worked alone, the brash blonde adventurer seemed to realize that she wasn’t going to get much alone time until they were on the ground, and so she ended up bringing along three of her friends, treasure hunters themselves: Zidane, a blonde kid with a monkey’s prehensile tail; a blue-coated, yellow-hatted kid named Vivi (who, to be fair, seemed to be mostly along just to hang out with his friend Zidane); and a big, silent, red-dreadlocked guy with scary pale skin. Daring Do had to get his name out of Zidane (between times she was surreptitiously checking out monkey boy’s hot butt, that is).

[http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Amarant\_Coral

Ayumi - http://www.giantbomb.com/ayumi/3005-6837/

http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Vivi\_Ornitier

http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Zidane\_Tribal]

When Daring Do learned that Winston had invited one of his colleagues along, and Relic had invited one of hers, both for protection purposes (as though Mei Ling wouldn’t be enough! To say nothing of all the guns those other two Lara Crofts were packing!) as well as made arrangements with an adorable raccoon girl, who had a penchant for far too much skintight Lycra, to act as their pilot, well, she couldn’t be bothered to care much anymore. Relic was also the one who contacted the badger, Sticks (one of the very few members of the additional members who seemed to understand the value of comfortable, sensible clothes, even if they were obviously stitched together by herself), to act as a local guide, while Winston made contact with the deer-taur, Aiushtha (who wouldn’t have been so bad if only she could keep her freaking tail down!), and Myra proved useful by bringing on a small, yellow-furred bear person who seemed polite, neat, competent, eager-to-please…and while she wore a mid-thigh green tunic and shoes, apparently she didn’t come from a culture that understood the concept of pants.

[http://sonic.wikia.com/wiki/Marine\_the\_Raccoon

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Mina\_Mongoose

http://sonic.wikia.com/wiki/Sticks\_the\_Badger

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Sunni\_Gummi

https://yellowwindow6.deviantart.com/art/Sunni-Gummi-355219436 - should explain what I mean]

Ah well, the damage was done, and there was really nothing for it. Now that they were out in the jungle itself, Daring Do was already seeing the little stress fractures that she expected would grow into full-blown personality conflicts. Yeah, there was just too much ego on this team…that, and too much tight clothing!

Sheesh! What was wrong with comfortable khakis?!

“What’s wrong, Aiushtha?” Daring Do asked, letting go of her internal narrative (and the almost overwhelming temptation to stare at that flawless, white-furred rump). Before the deertaur could respond, Sunni Gummi, the yellow-furred bear, walked over, her expression as grave as Aiushtha’s.

“Sticks and I went scouting,” the Gummi bear reported. “It’s really bad. There’s hunters in the woods. The sort that go after game that can talk. Like us.”

“Sounds like it’s time for us to split up,” Original Lara Croft said as she walked up, making Daring Do wonder how in the world her skintight blue-green t-shirt managed not to split at the seams with every sway of those gorgeous hips. “Don’t give me that look,” she added, glancing at Myra and Daring. “We all knew we were going to head off in separate directions eventually. This just speeds things up a little.”

“She’s got a point,” chimed in Senior Lara Croft, loudly clacking her twin pistols as she checked them, then holstered them once more. “We’re all getting in each other’s way right now.”

Ayumi, Daring Do noted, didn’t add her own comment on this plan. This, of course, was because the scantily-clad adventuring chick had already vacated the premises.

“Fine,” the equine adventurer declared with a sigh, rubbing her temples as she tried to work off the beginnings of a headache caused by too-frequent nosebleeds, combined with perpetual power struggles. “Everyone split off however you think. But go in the opposite direction from those hunters.”

A matter of minutes later, and Daring Do was standing next to Myra and Winston, all three of them with raised eyebrows at how quickly the camp had emptied.

“Well…at least now I won’t have to worry about that Ayumi woman’s perfume bothering me anymore,” the bespectacled gorilla said with a roll of his broad shoulders. “I was never much of a fan of peach flavor.”

“Woman” was stretching it when talking about Ayumi and her barely-legal butt. Then a thought flashed into Daring Do’s mind: poor Winston! If Daring Do had it bad, the strong, virile, and frankly ridiculously well-endowed sapient gorilla must have been at his wit’s end with so many scantily-clad babes in the expedition. He couldn’t even relieve any of those tensions with his friend Tracer (something Daring Do suspected went on between them from the way they looked at each other, though she couldn’t confirm it…yet), because there were just too many people around.

She’d have to make it up to him later.

“C’mon,” came a squeaky voice from below, and all eyes turned down to Goombella, already packed up and ready to go, carrying the lion’s share of the baggage before anyone else could assist, as usual. “If fuzzybuns there is right, we need to get moving too. That, and we don’t wanna lose out to those bimbos, do we?”

Inspired, Daring Do rallied her friends, and soon they also were off through the jungle…leaving Aiushtha lingering behind just a moment longer, a dejected look on her face.

“I wasn’t worried about the hunters,” she said to nobody in particular. “I was worried about the monkeys…”

[40% chance of trouble – rolled 20 – the Tomb Raiders are all right for now – but see their vote option for more bungles in the jungle]

*

“I thought you were tough,” scoffed Nic as she finished tying Rogue’s wrists securely to an upthrust tree root, thick enough for the purple-furred weaselgirl to sit on without difficulty. “Always the heavy, the tank, the one who takes the hits, and dishes ‘em out. You’re not much without your powers, are ya, ya big-breasted slut!”

Laughing cruelly, delighting in the look of anguish on the well-endowed mutant’s face as she struggled ineffectually, the glowing collar around her neck sapping what little of Rogue’s power remained after her encounter with Sauron, Nic grabbed Rogue’s brown-and-white hair, and firmly forced the human’s face against her white-furred pussy.

“Lick or suffocate,” Nic ordered with a sneer, then leaned forward, hands kneading and squeezing Rogue’s superhumanly buoyant breasts when Rogue began to comply after discovering that Nic was serious. “How’s she taste?” she casually queried her brother, Nac, as though sharing a captive superhero between them were the most ordinary thing in the world. “She smell about ready for it?”

“Oh yeah!” confirmed the snaggletoothed weasel, lifting his dripping muzzle with a grin, one hand still rapidly rubbing Rogue’s bare sex below her “landing strip” of nearly-trimmed pubic fuzz. “We got ourselves a ripe one, all right!” He grinned up at the mutant human, who blinked uncomprehendingly around Nic’s thigh. “I mean,” the weaselboy continued, sneering cruelly as his words hit home, watching the expression of despair spreading over Rogue’s face with wicked delight, “my nose tells me you’re ready to start popping out weaselbabies. But don’t expect me to pay child support!” he added with a laugh at the tears this revelation brought.

“Just like that time we banged Princess Sally Acorn and her handmaiden, Bunnie Rabbot,” Nic mused, happily reminiscing as she ground her dripping cunt against Rogue’s face with brutal roughness. “The looks on their faces when you gave their fertile pussies a heaping squirt of baby batter…” She almost immediately shuddered as a small orgasm overtook her body.

“They made good slaves for almost seven months,” agreed Nac, moving into position, one hand guiding his surprisingly sizable cock into place, wincing as he sank his purple shaft into Rogue’s trembling quim, her desperate, muffled wail of protest only making him more eager. “Woulda been fun to raise the little tykes in those fat tummies of theirs until they were old enough to nail alongside their mothers. If only that Sonic idiot hadn’t shown up and spoiled everything.”

“He always does show up at the worst times and places,” agreed Nic, releasing Rogue’s breasts so she could watch them bounce as her brother started working his hips, slapping them against her smooth, muscular inner thighs, his plump purple balls already starting to smack loudly against Rogue’s toned butt. “And that was just an alternate dimension, too, one where he didn’t exist.”

“Bad luck, there,” Fiona quipped in sympathy as she pulled her muzzle away from Spider-Woman’s brunette-fluffed pudenda, a line of syrupy cunny juice connecting Fiona’s tongue to the nearly-naked, net-ensnared superheroines’s sex. “What is it with good guys and interrupting us, anyway?” she continued as she rose to her feet, surprising Wave, who’d been happily handling the raven-haired heroine’s breasts, a silly smile on her face as she watched the nipples harden, catching the purple swallow, turning her for a slow, lingering kiss. “Mmm,” she moaned, before glancing up with a smirk at the now-breathless birdie. “I heard you gang-banged this universe’s stuck-up Acorn princess once, though,” she murmured suggestively, her cherry red nipples rubbing against Wave’s strawberry pink ones as she moved them both slowly out of the way, letting the male members of Scourge’s crew close in for their fun as Spider-Woman dangled by her wrists from an overhead branch, the fine mesh of the capture net still wrapped tightly around her bare naked body – naked, that is, save for her mask, which Scourge had insisted be left in place. “And I know Nac sodomized Mina Mongoose, too.”

[http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/DevilHS/493151/spider

http://inspector97.deviantart.com/art/Firestar-582480193

http://inspector97.deviantart.com/art/Spider-Woman-570994797

http://inspector97.deviantart.com/art/Evo-Jean-Grey-571333219]

“Twice, actually,” Nic corrected, working her hips in circles to better absorb Rogue’s sweet cries, which grew steadily louder and more frantic, as did her struggles, as Nac picked up his pace, grunting with steadily increasing urgency as his climax approached. “Nac plowed princess pussy twice, once with some of our cousins, and once with just me. Pity she wasn’t in heat at the time, but them’s the breaks.” She grinned toothily at Nac, who grinned back, then began to gyrate his hips much like Nic was doing, drawing out the movement to better stimulate Rogue’s inner walls. His efforts soon paid off, as the brown-and-white-haired human suddenly bucked upward, screaming into Nic’s pussy, making the weaselette shudder all over as orgasm started to overtake her. “He…he’d have more…little Nac’s running around…if he…didn’t love doing girls in the butt!” She grit her sharp teeth, cheeks so flushed, it showed through the white fur of her cheeks. “He’s had Amy Rose…Bunnie, of course…Mina…that two-tailed foxy kid…even Knuckles one ti...ngh!”

Spurred by the memories of the cries of precious prisoners squealing into her pussy while her brother nailed their gorgeous bottoms, Nic started to jerk violently, smearing Rogue’s face with her juices as she squeaked in ultimate bliss. At the same time, equally aroused by his sister’s words, Nac grunted, his hips a blur, before his short tail suddenly hiked above his skinny buns, and he gave a throaty gasp, answered by Rogue’s cry of ultimate despair as she felt the gush of fresh weaselgrease in her unprotected, undefended, and very ripe sex.

[25% chance of pregnancy – rolled 23 – Rogue is now expecting weaselbabies]

“I’m a unique,” Scourge growled irritably, untying the knot holding the other end of the rope that kept Spider-Woman suspended, letting her drop into the waiting arms of the overly-muscled dingo, Dingo, and his boss, the skinny wolf Sleet. “I don’t need any more of me running around, not with that blue faker out there.”

As Scourge spoke, Sleet let Spider-Woman sink, nice and slow, onto his cock, grinning toothily as he settled himself onto the ground, the black-haired heroine’s voice raised high in a distressed squeal. Dingo, dumb as he was, didn’t even seem to notice Spider-Woman’s cries as he pinned her under his greater bulk, slamming his – thankfully rather undersized – shaft into her clenching sex.

“Better to use sex as a weapon, I say,” Scourge continued, stepping over Spider-Woman as she was squeezed between her two furry rapists, slapping his very sizable green hedgehog sausage down between her full breasts, then grabbing the plump mammaries hard between his hands, mashing them together as he started thrusting into the tight channel they created. “Use it to break someone down, make ‘em know their place – under you.”

Fiona’s expression as she heard this was troubled, but she masked it well by kissing Wave just that much more passionately, working a thigh between the purple birdie’s legs as she began to trib against her. She caught Nic’s eyes with her own, however, the look they shared a complex one, something only friends – or at least long-time colleagues – could manage. In that look was also shared the clear implication that what Fiona was doing to the swallow in her clutches, she wanted to do to Nic…and Nic’s answering glance made it pretty clear that she’d make sure Fiona made good on the implied promise!

Spider-Woman tried to cry out, her lip curling up in disgust at the sight of the fat hedgehog cock pumping back and forth just a short distance from her face, thoughts of snappy insults and witty one-liners coming to the fore of her mind (though, it was true, not as quickly as they would for her male counterpart – he’d always had a better knack for them than her). Whatever might have come out of her mouth, however, was promptly stifled by what suddenly went in, as Scourge reached out, grabbing Spider-Woman’s hair, and force-feeding thick green meat between her lips. At any other time, Spider-Woman would have bit down, and screw the consequences! Now, however, with the glowing collar around her neck sapping her will at the same time it sapped her powers…now she was only grateful that Scourge had let her and Firestar keep their masks.

“Not enough gun,” chuckled Jet as he watched Dingo’s steroid-shrunken penis piston within Spider-Woman’s minimally-stuffed sex, just a little way above Sleet’s long, slender shaft. “Hey Storm, you wanna show this guy how a real male stuffs pussy?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” agreed the big, amiable albatross, his silver-skinned penis already quite erect from watching the show, just like Jet’s green hawkcock.

Letting Jet take the lead, Storm settled on his knees next to his team leader, right behind Dingo as the orange-tan canine held Spider-Woman’s legs up, pressed against her belly. The two birdguys pressed a little closer, and Jet swiftly fisted their cocks together, stroking them rapidly. Squeezed together as they were, the size comparison between Storm and Jet was painfully obvious. Jet wasn’t small by any means, but he wasn’t huge either. He was smooth, aerodynamic, more long than thick, which made his penis look smaller than it actually was. And compared to Storm’s silver-skinned cudgel, well, Jet might as well have been a toothpick! Not that Storm made any such comparison, of course: he loved all the ideas Jet came up with, and loved the way his team leader stroked his cock along with his own, frotting them together, copious juices leaking down onto Jet’s gloved hands.

Even if he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box, Storm knew how to react to his teammates, and when Jet tilted, guiding both their pricks toward Spider-Woman’s barely-occupied slit, the big albatross let himself turn at the same time, both their penises pressing against yielding pussyflesh, slowly stretching the human’s labia apart.

“Mmm!” Spider-Woman cried out around her mouthful of green dick, trying to jerk her head to the side, to somehow dislodge the thick plug between her lips, or the fat glans that tickled her tonsils. “Mmm mmm, MMMM!”

“Shut up, spider slut,” grunted Scourge, tightening his grip on Spider-Woman’s hair as his tight runner’s rump tensed, his hips thrusting harder now, faster, working his penis almost right down her throat as he ignored the poor superheroine’s obvious distress as, with a soft, wet slurping sound, her vagina was suddenly triplestuffed, filled to well over capacity! “Ooh yeah,” he hissed in pleasure, raising up over Spider-Woman so that he could thrust almost straight down into her mouth. “Yeah, suck that hedgecock!”

Side by side, auburn-haired mother and daughter alternated moaning loudly with more muffled sounds, as Jeffrey St. Croix alternated between stuffing his shiny black skunkcock into first Rachael’s mouth, then Jean’s, making sure to keep a hand entwined in the longer hair of Marvel Girl, and the other gripping the short hair of Phoenix, keeping them dominated as he grinned down at them both maliciously. Behind the stifled psychics, a mismatched pair were plundering the helpless heroines anally. Bean the Dynamite quacked happily every time his astonishingly large penis was hilted in Jean’s bottom, his fat green-feathered balls slapping her juicy sex. Since he’d built himself up to a frantic pace, his quacking came at a similar rate, almost bouncing up and down as though he were doing jumping jacks as he pounded the long-haired beauty’s buns for all she was worth! Next to him, the hulking, cream-furred Bark the polar bear had a dour, intent look on his face – a stark contrast to Bean’s joyful expression – as he stretched Rachael’s anal ring right to its limits. She was so gaped out by that burly bearcock, her chrysanthemum had lost all its articulation, and was now an almost perfectly round hole, plugged quite securely by more cock than any teenager, however experienced, should have to endure.

Struggling as best she could with her powers negated and her wrists tied behind her back, Firestar shook her head from side to side as Drago Wolf grinned into her face, holding her upright, her conical, streamlined breasts squeezed against his broad chest. Behind her, Sleuth Dog, his brown fur a sharp contrast to Drago’s white, shared space in the fire-haired teen’s overstressed sex, humping her vigorously while Drago took his time, savoring smooth, sweet young puss, fresh and almost virgin tight – that, and the feel of Sleuth’s knot bumping against his own every time they hilted in her at the same time; try as they might, both knots simply weren’t going into the loudly moaning, masked girl’s sex at the same time, though, no matter how much they grunted and growled and shoved. All their efforts did manage to make Firestar squirm between them, her legs kicking, hands knotted into tight fists in the small of her back, right above her back dimples.

Sensing that orgasms were imminent all around (except for Nic and Nac, of course), Scourge suddenly stood up over Spider-Woman, jerking his cock in one hand.

“Get those others over here!” he barked out, waiting until the five superheroines were on their knees before him. “Yeah…gather ‘round,” he said with a grin at his fellow males, all of them squeezing together, hip-to-hip, jerking their cocks faster now, harder, precum bubbling copiously from every rigid prick there.

Spider-Woman, Rogue, Phoenix and Miss Marvel, and Firestar could only look up helplessly, dazed with forced pleasure and emotional trauma, as well as the trauma of the collars around their necks. They were still looking (though those without masks managed to close their eyes in time), as every male there started to spurt, covering them in streamers of thick white jizz.

“Nothin’ like a good bukkake!” laughed Scourge, breathing only slightly harder than usual, before he turned his head, noticing Fiona holding one of their comm units. “Somethin’ up?”

“It’s our scout reporting in,” Fiona answered, barely bothering to notice Wave as she leaned with her back against the tree where Spider-Woman had been dangling, gasping desperately for breath after the professional-grade working-over the red-furred vixen had given her. “She’s on the trail of those treasure hunters, and she’s got coordinates for ‘em.”

“Sounds like we’ve got fun times ahead,” chuckled Scourge, rubbing his white-gloved hands eagerly.

*

“I’m sorry,” sobbed Khris as she knelt at the feet of the big-bellied Sheriff of Nottingham, her slim, pretty muzzle turned down as great tears rolled down to drip off her light pink nose. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t resist them…couldn’t stop them from…from…”

“You talk too much,” growled Steele, cupping the feebly-resisting deer-girl’s muzzle with one big paw, squeezing it open, the other slowly force-feeding the thick, dark red organ into her pretty little mouth, while she looked up at him with adorable, “poor me” eyes.

[What those eyes are like: http://us-p.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Doug-Winger/prizedoe.gif

And why I love deer so much: http://us-p.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Doug-Winger/trophy.gif]

“That she does,” chuckled the Sheriff in agreement with the ice-eyed malamute, one of his massive paws gripping the wrists of long-fanged red foxgirl, Alef, and pink-haired elf Tao. Casually, exerting almost no effort at all, the Sheriff gripped the top of Alef’s robes, then easily shredded them from neck to toes, making the wriggling foxling squeal in shock, then try to squeeze her digitigrade legs together, to somehow conceal her snug, ruddy-furred sex. “Heh, thought so,” the big wolf laughed shortly. “Just like your little friend, Khris – no tail to cover those sweet buns. Makes you look like you’re presenting all the time – nice.” Another swift stroke of his hand, and Tao squealed as well, her lithe, pale pink-skinned body now on full display alongside her furry friend’s. “Aw quit yet squalling,” he grunted, smacking both girls’ bottoms at once, making them squeal even more loudly, before he took the time to slowly squeeze and fondle both girls’ buns, paying special attention to Alef’s small, tight tushie.

[https://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining\_force.html?pages/characters\_force\_alef.html

https://sf1.shiningforcecentral.com/shining\_force.html?pages/characters\_force\_tao.html]

“I do appreciate tying up loose ends,” declared Scar from his the bench of the kentaurides-drawn cart. Though he was naked, and his seat was common wood, and not terribly comfortable, he held himself like a king…complete with a most substantial “scepter” – one of the few things he shared fully with both his brother, and his nephew. Casually, as though he didn’t even notice he was doing it, the black-maned lion caressed the struggling, bound and gagged willowy blonde in his lap, his penis jutting between her splayed legs as he teased her nipples to full erection, not paying a single one of her many muffled protests a single whit of mind. “I’d say it looks as though you’re quite taken with that fox,” continued the royal usurper with a light smirk as an especially firm pinch of Celes’ nipples between his strong fingers made her back arch, her eyes squeezing tightly shut. “I must admit, she is a fine wench…and I do recall that you had some trouble with a pair of quite attractive foxes in the past, did you not?”

[http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Celes\_Chere]

“Yeah,” admitted the Sheriff reluctantly, his sour expression soon vanishing as he slipped his hand between Alef’s legs from behind, turning to a grin as he soon made the foxling wizard start to beg meekly for mercy, his thick fingers easily engulfing her tiny slit, thumb teasing against her miniscule pink pucker. “Somethin’ like that.”

“Take her, then, with my blessing,” Scar declared with a magnanimous wave of one hand…a hand that soon was caressing its way down Celes’ belly, toward the perfectly smooth mound of her pubis, and the tiny dimple beneath. “But you’re not the only one who’s worked hard,” he continued, moving one hand to Celes’ hip, his far greater strength (belying his almost scrawny appearance) allowing him to easily rock her forward and back on his immense lion’s pride, letting its top deform her squishy quim, while his other hand teased her tender sex, making the human woman jerk and tense every time he drew close to her clitoris. “Those hardworking rhinos around the perimeter of our caravan certainly deserve a reward. As do those lupine archers who serve you so faithfully. The hyenas who flushed these lovely morsels into your grasp are of course deserving as well.”

Lifting the hand that had been teasing Celes’ lovebutton, Scar tugged on one of the many lines of the complicated harnessing attached to his kentaurides slaves. Instantly, the vibrating dildos that had been twitching in their holes, top and bottom, dropped free, buzzing a short while longer on the ground before growing still. Scar’s hand went to Celes’ other hip as he drew it back, for his added stimulation was obviously no longer needed: the slim blonde was leaving a clear streak of glistening wetness along the top of the lion’s shaft, every one of his rubbery barbs near the tip and the base tickling against her delicate pink petals.

“Let it never be said that Scar was not generous with his rewards,” Scar continued, rocking the squirming Celes faster now, harder, his jaw finally starting to tense slightly. “As leaders of the hunt, you, Steele, and you, Sheriff, may make full use of your chosen prey.” He motioned to Khris, on her knees as Steele worked his veiny red prick in her slim muzzle, his knot bumping against her lips with every thrust, and then to Alef, wriggling next to pink-haired Tao as the Sheriff fingered her resisting little cunny, before both elf and foxgirl began moaning as the big wolf turned them so their bottoms were pressed against each other, his hand now rasping between both their thighs at the same time. “While you enjoy your playthings, and I mine, call all the other hard workers in, and let them enjoy these four-legged beauties…and perhaps that pink-haired dainty as well, if you don’t intend to keep her all to yourself, Sheriff.”

“Naw,” demurred the Sheriff, letting Tao drop from his hand, wavering on her feet for a moment before she stumbled to her knees. “The elf’s cute ‘n all, but I think I’ve got what I want.” Before Tao, still dazed and wobbly-legged from the stimulation she’d received, even had a chance to get to her feet, the Sheriff lifted the hand with which he’d been grinding juices out of both her and Alef to his mouth, and blew a loud whistle. “Let’s get this party started!” he declared with a wicked, toothy grin, and expression Steele and Scar soon both shared.

Just like that, the orgy began. Dora cried out as her blonde tresses were seized by thick-calloused fingers, while Mae tried to reason with her captors, but all in vain as powerfully-built, broad-bodied rhinos pulled their heads down even with the groins of the massive males. Even as their faces were being filled, the kentauries girls were made to wail loudly around their heft mouthfuls as more rhinos came up from behind, brutally-sized grey cocks bending for a moment as they found snug, slick, wet horseholes…then popping inside as they straightened, filling the half-horse women right to capacity – no mean feat!

Side by side on the grassy ground, the Sheriff’s big belly slapped against Alef’s ruddy-furred rump, making her buns bounce with each impact as she panted and whined like a common bitch – or, rather, vixen – in heat, stuffed so very, very wide by the big wolf’s uncut erection. Next to her, Khris’ lips were tightly pursed as she made a host of sweet moans and squeals and other cries, while Steele set his pace by the Sheriff’s, taking his time, making it last as he mounted the deer girl, giving her a good, deep dicking with his thick-veined doggy cock – just what prey like her deserved!

“Look at that poor little elf,” Scar purred in his unctuous way into Celes’ ear, grinding his hips now as he ground his prick against her dripping sex. “See how those big, rough paws are groping her. Those hyenas are such savages, really, abusing a lovely female like her in such a manner…oh my, that spanking looked like it must have hurt. Hmm, but she actually squirted when that wolf archer smacked her. An orgasm? Yes, I suppose so. My, but the Sheriff must have gotten her worked up…and I do hear that elves are very sensitive.”

For emphasis, Scar leaned over, and slowly ran his rough, raspy tongue across the tops of Celes’ nipples, making sure to give the tip a little flick right at the end, to make her gasp, her eyes widening at the added stimulation.

“Ah, just as I expected,” continued the wicked king with a sly, knowing smirk as he and Celes continued to watch. “Those hyenas are so very…oral. Freud would have a field day. Oh my – just listen to those noises that poor little dear is making! Those fiends must be torturing her! I’ll bet those tongues must be painful, the way she’s squirming at every touch…ah, and now the wolves have joined in. Mmm,” Scar slowly tilted Celes’ legs upward, letting his hands slip beneath her knees as he began working her faster, harder across the top of his cock. “Look at them gnawing on her lovely breasts. They’re small, like yours. Small, but quite pretty, I think. A fine complement to the rest of her lovely body, just like yours are for yours. Women, after all, are meant to be…savored…”

“MMMM!!!”

On one especially long stroke, the very tip of Scar’s penis found its mark: the tense slit of Celes’ sex. There was a moment’s hesitation, the resistance of well-trained inner muscles, and then, irresistibly, the proud spiked penis of the would-be usurping king slid, nice and slow, into Celes’ smooth quim. Casually, making it look easy, and completely ignoring the desperate struggles of the woman in his grip as she squirmed and jerked this way and that, loudly protesting what was happening to her as best as she could through the gag in her mouth, Scar pushed Celes down, and didn’t stop until his balls were squeezed firmly against her pubis, and poor Celes was left gasping for breath on his lap, her eyes wide, her voice finally stilled by the overwhelming shock of an orgasm as sudden as it was powerful.

[40% chance of escape – rolled 95 – they didn’t make it]

“That’s right, my dear,” purred Scar sweetly in Celes’ ear as he began working her up and down on his mighty lionstaff. “That’s right. Now, at long last, you understand your proper place in this life. The same place as your lovely friends.”

Not far away, Tao had given up all attempts at resistance. Instead, she was bobbing her head on a slender wolf’s penis without having to be forced at all. Another wolf’s penis was stretching her anus, and a hyena’s black shaft was being thrust upward into her cunny as he lay beneath her, letting her use him as a sort of pillow in the midst of passion.

Was this Heaven, or was this Hell? After a certain point, the pink-haired elfgirl could no longer tell, and no longer cared.

*

Marle had never been a Good Girl, per se. Certainly, she’d never been the dainty, elegant, obedient little princess her parents had wanted. All the same, whatever her feelings about being “Good” might be, she knew that these overgrown lizards were up to no good whatsoever!

[http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Ayla

http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Lucca

http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Marle]

Ayla had called them “sharpclaws,” saying that they were different from the reptites that had once menaced her people. Different, but not that different. For one thing, they were just as fond of raping human captives as any reptite. And they loved ambushes.

Thinking back, Marle supposed that she should have listened to Lucca’s advice, when the purple-haired gadget girl had advised her to leave the girl, Milan Flare, to her quest on her own. But the brave blonde adventurer had been so determined, so heroic, as she’d declared that she intended to save her mother, the famous warrior Tyris Flare, from the clutches of the Tyrannos. Well, Marle didn’t know anything about that, of course, and neither did Ayla (which was odd – the blonde cavegirl tended to know everything about the various hostile creature that could be met in the wilderness), but she did know that a quest to save one’s mother from Evil was admirable, and worthy of a ballad at least.

[http://goldenaxe.wikia.com/wiki/Milan\_Flare]

What Marle hadn’t counted on was how organized the sharpclaws were. Large numbers, she and her friends could handle, but sudden guerilla strikes, ambushes from above, and finally that net that had covered her, Lucca, and Ayla, leaving Milan to fight alone against a host of the scaly brutes…it was just too much! All the same, they might still have managed it, as Ayla cut her way through the rope net, freeing them just as Milan was finally overpowered by the sheer weight of numbers of the sharpclaws, one of them gripping each of her supple limbs while others grabbed at her skimpy armor plates, first letting her envy-inspiring breasts pop free to jiggle before the greedy-eyed humanoids, then baring her smooth-waxed mons, the sight enough for every one of the sharpclaws to suddenly sport an erection.

Even with so many odds stacked against them, however, Marle and her friends might still have won…if it wasn’t for the Tyrannos. She knew what they were now: massive and ultra-muscular humanoid dinosaurs, towering titans of scale and muscle and not much brain. But they didn’t need much intelligence, not when they were as strong as they were!

Ayla went down to a blow from the tail of a long-necked creature that Lucca called a brachiosaurus. She stayed down, though, only after a “styrakosaurus” and an “ankylosaurus” (again, according to Lucca) piled on top of her, the squat, heavily-armored, pig-snouted one of the pair snapping a strangely glowing collar around the cavegirl’s neck. Though she hated to admit it, Marle wasn’t nearly so formidable in a close-quarters confrontation as Ayla, and Lucca was even less of a melee fighter. When the yellow-scaled “pterodactyl” came swooping down on them, they’d both been bowled over by the sudden attack, leaving them wide open to the assault from the rear by a duck-billed creature, and one that looked something like a pink dragon (though, of course, Lucca referred to them as a “hadrosaur” and a “plesiosaur”).

[40% chance of success – rolled 63 – the Chrono Trigger girls and Milan Flare are doomed]

That…had been the fight. Kind of anticlimactic, actually, considering all the adventures Marle had endured up to that point. As soon as they had their prisoners, a massive, red-scaled brute (a “tyrannosaurus rex”) and a small, yellow-scaled female (a “deinonychus”) had come out of the jungle, and ordered that camp be immediately made.

“One prey escapes, but four more show up when we try to catch the one that got away?” the red-scaled one – whose name, Marle learned from listening and watching, was Genghis Rex, the leader of these Tyrannos, and of the sharpclaws as well – laughed heartily. “When fate smiles, who am I to argue?”

At least Milan was reunited with her mother…sort of…

“No! Oh no…no, please, not that…not…OH!”

“Mother! You bastards!”

“*Snort* Your mother’s a *grunt* tight one! I’ll bet she makes a good egg layer, too – after all, she’s already a proven breeder!”

“Hush now, slave. Just sit tight, and watch while my brother uses your mother to show you what the rest of your life will be like. Mmm, and you’re such a lovely young morsel yourself…so smooth, so sweet, so tight…oh! You’re a virgin!”

“Rrr…not for long…”

“Oh, oh, oh, OH!”

“Look at her breasts bounce. You used to drink from those, you know…mmm, but you mammals have such lovely ‘accessories.’ I think your mother’s position is my favorite, because of how it lets me watch those heavy mammaries swing. Back and forth…forth and back…it’s mesmerizing, really…oh! My brother’s going to cum soon!”

“No! You can’t!”

“Please, don’t cum inside me…don’t cum inside…NOOOO!”

“*GRUNT!*”

“Just like watching a four-legged stallion dismount. That was one of my favorite things to see when I was on Earth: you less beings, you weak little mammals mating. Turn mommy dearest’s bottom this way, brother: I want her daughter to get a good look at what’s going to happen to her…very soon.”

“Let me go! Get your claws off me! You can’t-mmm!”

“We certainly can. Now, how does that taste? It’s covered in your mother’s juices, so it should be quite lovely – I know, because your mother’s pussy is delicious! That’s it, brother: just keep her quiet there, and make her get you clean and ready for further fun. I’ll get to work preparing this exquisitely tight young virgin for her first cock – a proper dinosaur cock! The best in the galaxy!”

Being a king of dinosaurs, of course, Genghis Rex didn’t intend to share until he was thoroughly finished playing with his “prey.” He didn’t even want his followers playing around with the ones he wasn’t using right then, which was why the sharpclaws, as well as the Tyrannos, were standing around, uncomfortable bulges in the fronts of their clothes, while three beautiful women were locked in bamboo cages, and Marle, Lucca, and Ayla were tied with their backs to a tall wooden pole, formerly a tree torn down from the surrounding forest by the big brachiosaur, and peeled smooth by the plesiosaur and styrakosaur working together. The three of them hadn’t even been undressed, which showed just how fearful Genghis’ followers were of displeasing him.

When the first roar came, therefore, it made perfect sense, based on what Marle had seen of the social dynamics of the Tyrannos and their sharpclaw allies, that neither Genghis Rex nor his sister, the Princess Dei, even bothered looking up from their fun with Milan. Instead, it was the squat one, Ankylo, that took nominal charge.

“Terrible Dactyl!” he almost wailed, just barely one step away from panicking. “Go up and scout out what that noise is!”

The pterodactyl seemed about to protest, but then glanced over at his leader, and seemed to consider the trouble preferable to whatever might happen to him if he was the cause of irritating his fearless leader. However, the flying lizard wasn’t gone for more than a few minutes before he was back, beating his wings frantically.

“M-monster!” he squawked as he landed, tumbling into a tangled heap in his haste to reach the camp and warn them. “There’s…I don’t know…it’s huge! It was sort of a monkey, but bigger…lots bigger!”

“I’ve seen this one,” declared the duck-billed one, Quackpot. “’King Kong’, right? Great movie!”

“This isn’t a movie!” whined Ankylo frantically. “This is serious! It’s coming heeere!”

“Then we’ll smash it,” grunted Brachio with a light sneer. “Nobody beats a Tyranno.”

“I’ll get the defenses ready,” Styraco said with a calm that was startling, especially compared to the reactions of his fellows. So saying, he turned, and promptly started talking to the sharpclaws, directing them with an efficiency that impressed even Lucca.

“Not as dumb as I thought,” Lucca muttered under her breath. “We might be in trouble.”

“If big monkey no smash us flat,” Ayla amended Lucca’s statement with a shrug of her shoulders as she turned her head far enough to see the purple-haired girl. “Ayla think, if we no escape soon, we end up like poor gold-hair.”

“Yeah,” Lucca admitted with a wince as she briefly glanced over to where Milan was moaning, held down on her back by Genghis, while Dei had her muzzle between the human girl’s legs, her yellow-scaled rump high, shamelessly flashing the rest of the camp, both of them obviously not caring one whit about the oncoming peril.

“We’ll get out of this,” Marle said with a firm nod, before her expression grew less confident as she considered the realities of the situation. “Somehow.”

Choices

*Hellstation

1) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 22

(60% chance of success, 4 successes or failures; violation of prisoners a result of failure)

*Desert City

2) Bambi and company make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety - 19

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

3) What's going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat's Casino - a 20's-style speakeasy - 17

(55% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

-The Mouse Trap - a pub with the best card games in Casino City - 5

[Will also include what's going on in the sewers of Casino City]

-The Percheron - all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot; strip poker common - 20

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 1

*Castlevania and Environs

4) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 12

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

5) The final Count-down - 6

(60% chance of success, rolled 3 times)

6) Ayumi, both Lara Crofts, Daring Do, and Rouge do some treasure hunting by themselves - 7

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

7) Scar and the Tyrannos arrive on War World - 2

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

8) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 14

*Other Locations

9) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested; a lot of "eating" will take place, though) - 19

10) Shere Khan's further villainy (introduction of Gary the Rat) - 0

11) More scenes in the Jungles of Rage - 0

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

12) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab & The Slave Factory - 24

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions)

Banjo (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Banjo) & Kazooie (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Kazooie) - 4

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

Dawn Bellwether (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Bellwether) - 2

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

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

Easter Bunny (male or female?) - 1

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

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

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

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

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73vCfkrNClI]

Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon characters (I refuse to do anything too bad to them)

-Kobayashi (http://maid-dragon.wikia.com/wiki/Kobayashi) – 1

-Tohru (http://maid-dragon.wikia.com/wiki/Tohru) – 1

Overwatch Characters

-Genji (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Genji) – 1

-Hanzo (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Hanzo) – 1

-Mercy (https://overwatch.gamepedia.com/Mercy) – 0

-Tracer (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Tracer) - 4

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

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

The Rescuers (Bianca and Bernard, http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Bernard\_(The\_Rescuers) and http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Miss\_Bianca) – 5 – they’re into the game

Sieg (http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Sieg) – 4

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

Super Robin (http://teen-titans-go.wikia.com/wiki/Super\_Robin) – 1

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

Mister Whiskers (http://brandyandmrwhiskers.wikia.com/wiki/Mr.\_Whiskers) and Mister Frisky (http://brandyandmrwhiskers.wikia.com/wiki/Mr.\_Frisky) – 1

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen)

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

Fluttershy/Toriel - 5

Alien Queen/Asriel (his adult version) – 7 – he’ll be handling her and Lamashtu

Hornyberries (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6743630/) show up - 6

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

-Amber - 1

-Annabelle - 5

-Brandy Harrington - 3

-The Chipettes - 1

-Hello Kitty - 1

-Sandy Carington - 1

-Tiffany Turlington - 1

Asriel knocks up Toriel (no roll needed if this vote wins) - 3

Cynder/Malefor/Spyro – 7 – A scene for this will take place somewhere around Castlevania

More Balto and family (but nothing bad) - 3

Maid Marian wants to get started on that family – 10 – some definite interest

Strip poker – 2

Mumbo (http://teentitans.wikia.com/wiki/Mumbo) has the Teen Titans captive – 1