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Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Entry 37

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Superheroines

A) Stargirl and Batgirl and the superdogs versus the Horde villainesses – 3

(68% chance of success, best 2 of 3)

B) Comet and the girls run the gauntlet – 3

(70% chance of success, 3 successes or failures)

C) The girls and dogs up top go and join Comet and the others in battle below – 2

(75% chance of success, 2 successes or 3 failures, but leaves the Horde villainesses unattended)

Does Comet's team go to save the person who contacted him (he doesn't know it's Skeletor)? Y/N - 6/1 – he’s on our side…we hope

Due to the tie between A and B, I will go with the logical compromise: option C.

Immediate Character Additions

The Metallikats (http://swatkats.wikia.com/wiki/The\_Metallikats) – 1

Sylvia (http://wanderoveryonder.wikia.com/wiki/Sylvia) – 1

*Desert City

a) Leatherhead tries to escape – 3 – by a scaly nose

(75% chance of success, best of 3 rolls)

b) Rescue mission! – 2

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

c) What’s happening at another casino (randomly determined)? – 2

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

Two additional votes:

First. shall Bucky O'Hare, Jenny, Deadeye Duck, and Mimi Lefloo be added still free, or already captured? (If already captured, they will remain on the Chopping Block.) – 7/1 – they’re off the Chopping Block

Second, shall Willy DuWitt be added? Y/N – 1/6 – he’s back home right now

[buckyoharetoadwars.wikia.com/wiki/Bucky_O%27Hare

http://buckyoharetoadwars.wikia.com/wiki/Dead-Eye\_Duck

http://buckyoharetoadwars.wikia.com/wiki/First\_Mate\_Jenny

http://buckyoharetoadwars.wikia.com/wiki/Mimi\_LaFloo

http://buckyoharetoadwars.wikia.com/wiki/Willy\_DuWitt]

Immediate Party Additions:

Black Orchid (http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/B.Orchid) – 1

Guilmon (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Guilmon) – 2

Rika Nonaka (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Rika\_Nonaka) – 5 – she’ll be added

Rouge the Bat (http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Rouge\_the\_Bat) – 1

Takato Matsuki (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Takato\_Matsuki) – 2

*Castlevania

1) Hey, where did Sally Acorn go? – 5 – we shall see her fate

2) A scene from the ship (selected from requested scenes and available characters - suggestions welcome) – 1

3) Alphys, Doggo, and Undyne get seduced – 1

4) Spidergasm (our male heroes tagteam Muffet) –

4) Sophitia, Cassandra, and Pyrrha meet Aeon Calcos – 1

5) Kim Possible, Katt, and Kogenta - what do they do now that the sex has ended? – 1

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

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

*Character cleanup starts (7 votes needed) – 5

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

Bark the Polar Bear (http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Bark\_the\_Polar\_Bear) - 2

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

Cassie Cage (http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Cassie\_Cage) – 2

Discord (My Little Pony, on our side...more or less) – 5 – we are now officially in trouble

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

Duke, Captain N’s Dog – 1

Easter Bunny (male or female?) – 1

ElfQuest Characters - 4

-Cutter

-Ember

-Leetah

-Rayek

-Skywise

-Sunstream

-Winnowill (a villainess)

Final Fantasy IX Characters – 5 – they’ll appear

-Amarant Coral

-Beatrix

-Garland (a villain)

-Garnet Til Alexandros

-Kuja (a villain...sort of)

-Vivi Ornitier

-Zidane Tribal

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

Gajeel Redfox (http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Gajeel\_Redfox) - 3

Golbez (Final Fantasy IV) - 3

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

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

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

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

Jazz Jackrabbit (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jazz\_Jackrabbit) – 3

John Blacksad and sidekick Weekly (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blacksad) - 4

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

Panther Lily (http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Panther\_Lily) - 4

Priscilla (http://darksouls.wikia.com/wiki/Crossbreed\_Priscilla) - 2

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

The Rescuers (Bianca and Bernard) – 1

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

Shining Tears X Wind Characters (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shining\_Tears\_X\_Wind) - 4

-Raihi

-Rouen

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

Thirty/Thirty (http://bravestarr.wikia.com/wiki/Thirty/Thirty) - 2

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

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

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

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

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

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

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

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

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

Katt (Breath of Fire 2)/Leomon/Rei/Rajah/Kogenta (not necessarily all at once) – 7 – set

Kim Possible gets in touch with family & friends – 2

Samus Aran/Morrigan/Wonder Woman – 6

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

Chun Li/Judy Hopps (Nick Wilde also suggested) – 5

Future version of Brooklyn and his family – 5

Hyrule Warriors version of Midna – 6

Fox McCloud gets a zero suit – 5

Widowmaker/Nova Terra sniper battle – 6

Vitani/Shenzi – 3

Vitani/Kiara – 3

Yawg's Legends of... series and characters are (semi-)canon – 8 – a slutty Krystal on the way

More Wolf Link/Midna fun – 5

Fluttershy/Toriel – 1

Battle for control of Alduin – 1

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

Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania – 1

Author Notes

Please note, when the Character Cleanup gets enough votes, then I will wait one more week, to give folks the opportunity to vote on characters they like. After that, I will either put characters that didn’t get enough votes on the backburner, zeroing out their vote tally until they get brought up again, or else I will put them on the Chopping Block, depending on my attitude toward a particular character. Except for those characters listed under the “Immediate Party Additions” heading of Desert City: they all end up on the Chopping Block.

Also https://www.sofurry.com/view/790845 - because sometimes Neyla sex needs to happen

Lastly, the Big List at https://www.sofurry.com/view/1058355 has been updated once again as a lot of characters were shuffled into the mix this time around.

UFC Entry 37

Stepping forward, hands on hips, the white-furred superdog stood proudly before the circling women who were now his enemies. Of course, with his super-senses, he was completely aware of the presence of the two Puma sisters even then sneaking around behind his little group. Also of course, being who he was, he hardly feared what even such powerful beings of these could do to him.

Needless to say, Krypto was completely taken aback when Ace the Bathound stepped forward, flooding the area with multispectrum-blocking smoke from a thrown capsule, then grabbing the superdog by the arm.

“Ace?” Krypto started to ask, confusion on his face as he allowed himself to be led back, toward one of the massive metal doors leading down into the superstation’s interior, Bolt bringing up the rear protectively, while Stargirl and Batgirl kept between the two white-furred superdogs.

“You’re weak against magic, Krypto,” Ace explained shortly while pointing his friend at the big doors, letting him do the heavy lifting – literally – to take them off their hinges, letting the group of five inside. “I think we could take the other seven, but the one in the hood and robes…”

“Shadow Weaver,” Batgirl supplied, moving to check the entryway forward even as Krypto set the big doors back in place, twisting them to turn them into an effective barrier, walls now rather than doors without their attached power supply. “She’s a top-ranked magic using villainess. Wanted in several systems for associating with the warlord, Hordak, as well as sundry additional crimes, mostly related to magical experimentation.”

“Your memory is as good as ever,” Ace said with a slight nod to the red-haired heroine. “Good. Maybe you remember the layout of this place, since you were inside it before?”

“Sure do,” Batgirl affirmed, and began to give the bathound a quick rundown of what to expect within the superstation’s interior.

“Look out!” Bolt suddenly yelled, even as he and Krypto turned at almost the same time to face a rush of strange, squat, spherical creatures. At a glance, they seemed to be composed almost entirely of eye, with stumpy black limbs clutching a variety of weapons, ranging from clubs and spears, all the way up to the most advanced plasma launchers.

“Surrender, fools!” commanded one of the creatures in the lead, wearing a weird helmet with a metal fist on top, which set him apart from the others, who wore lightning bolts instead.

“Not very polite, are they?” Bolt quipped, glancing at Krypto.

“Guess not,” agreed the superdog with a shrug, before both white-furred canines spun, and charged forward at full speed. For them, full speed, of course, was something vastly beyond anything a human could survive. Fortunately for the black-framed eyeball-men, however, the pair slowed themselves just before they crashed into the front ranks, letting the shockwave of their rush do as much or even more damage as they plowed their way through the milling lines, sending the eyeball-men rolling in all directions, while giving a host of colorful invective.

[http://wanderoveryonder.wikia.com/wiki/Watchdogs]

With this breach opened, Stargirl took up the charge behind the two superdogs, swinging her Star Rod with incredible accuracy, drawing on its powers to enhance her own abilities to superhuman levels approaching those of Bolt (not, however, Krypto, but then, that was a rather high bar to hurdle), and occasionally launching bursts of “shooting stars” as the walking eyeballs tried to regroup, keeping them very effectively off their feet, and out of commission.

Ace calmly strolled behind the three powerhouses in front, after offering his arm to Batgirl like a proper gentledog ought.

White-furred superbeings plowing through hosts of milling enemies seemed to be par for the course, as Comet was doing much the same, back-to-back with Sailor Jupiter as he and the green-skirted superheroine crunched sparking robots left and right, sending them flying in all directions. Nearby, the other four Sailor Scouts used a variety of projectile weaponry, most of it taking the form of flashes of light or spinning jewelry, while Supergirl did much the same with her heat vision, slicing through the ranks of robots with precision. Luckily, the Sailor Scouts were able to re-summon their clothes during a lull in the action, and with it all their necessary amenities and weapons.

[http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Horde\_Trooper]

“There’s an awful lot of these things around,” complained Sailor Moon as she caught her golden tiara for what felt like the hundredth time. “Do you think they’ll run out of them before we get tired?”

“I’m not getting tired,” Comet said with a soft grunt, before planting a hoofed foot right through the faceplate of another Trooper robot. “I just don’t have enough fists to hit everything coming at me.”

CRASH!

“Maybe we can alleviate that lack, friend horse!” declared Krypto as he came plowing through one of the many walls of the inner superstation complex. Billowing smoke soon followed, courtesy of the Bat-pair’s utility belts, obscuring the sighting for the robots with its invisible vapors, while the smoke itself seemed to evaporate in seconds to the vision of the humans in the room.

“Let’s make a mess!” crowed Stargirl, leaping enthusiastically into the fray, Rod swinging, sending robots and spillover watchdogs flying on all sides.

[75% chance of success, 2 successes or 3 failures needed – rolled 67 – success #1!]

The battle rolled back and forth for a surprisingly long time, considering the personal power of the superheroes at work. The sheer numbers involved, however, and the tight quarters made the effort especially lengthy, well beyond any of their expectations. Finally, however, the group plowed their way down a long hallway, guided by Batgirl’s knowledge of the inner diagrams of the superstation, into the large prison complex within its inner core.

“You’re sure this is where that voice told you to come?” asked Supergirl, looking around at the many cells, most of them empty now, their former occupants having been sent to their dooms in the Council of Evil’s main headquarters, or divided as spoils by the evil creatures living in this place. “And you’re absolutely sure you weren’t just imagining things, Comet?”

“Yes, Kara,” answered Comet, now in the lead of the group as he headed toward one of the two still-occupied cells of the superstation, before reaching out, gripping the bars of the cell firmly, and yanking the door off its hinges with a loud screech of metal and stone.

“Well,” came a voice that was oddly familiar, though none of those present had personally encountered its owner before. “It’s about time you super-boobs showed up!”

“Oh no,” groaned Sailor Mercury, as she and most of the others there (with the notable exception of Ace, who was simply too cool to follow suit, and Krypto, who looked clueless as to the speaker’s identity). “It’s Skeletor.”

“Of course it is, you omnipotent nitwits!” snapped the incredibly distinctive voice from within the depths of the cell. “Now get in here and get these chains off of me. We don’t have the sort of time you hero-types always want for making decisions, you know: there’s a lot more at stake here than my typical plans for universal conquest.”

Blushing, Comet rubbed the back of his head while looking back apologetically at Supergirl.

“Um,” he said with a shrug. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“It probably was!” came a deep, harsh voice with a slight metallic rattle to it, followed by a harsh, liquid sucking as the speaker drew in air. “That skull-faced fool would have helped you eagerly, as long as it meant getting revenge on me! But now it’s too late for all of you!”

The group had only enough time to spin to face the speaker, before a blast of raw energy slammed into Sailor Mercury, who’d been standing a little too close to the sudden attacker, making her the most obvious target. The blue-haired nymphette was flung back against the wall, a nimbus of energy remaining around her, pinning her, leaving her helpless.

“Hordak!”

Flanked by Grizzlor, Tung-Lashor, and Rattlor, the metal-faced leader of the Evil Horde laughed as Supergirl named him, stepping to the front of the group, her blue eyes swiftly turning red as she powered up her heat vision.

“Of course!” he continued, mirth evident in his tone. “But it looks as though I might be facing a fair fight – I hate fair fights!” Laughing some more, this time Hordak was joined in by his three goons…before eight more made an appearance, stepping out from behind girders, around corners, and through doorways, until the band of heroes was suddenly surrounded, as even more of the metal men serving Hordak reinforced his living servants, a few remaining watchdogs filling in the cracks around their feet.

[http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Kobra\_Khan

http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Modulok

http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Saurod

http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Spikor

http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Trap\_Jaw

http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Tri-Klops

http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Two\_Bad

http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Webstor]

“And now that I’ve got you outnumbered and outgunned,” chortled Hordak wickedly, “I believe that it’s time to-“

SPLAT!

CRUNCH!

ZAP!

The Sailor Scouts, of course, had long had proper fight etiquette drilled into them: never interrupt during a monologue or a transformation sequence. Batgirl was too busy working at Skeletor’s chains (and doing her very best not to pay attention to his blue-skinned nudity). Stargirl was honestly intimidated, while Supergirl was waiting for the badguys to make the first move. Ace, however, didn’t have any of these restrictions, and promptly flung a hard plastic globe right into Hordak’s face. The sphere burst on contact, splattering a thick, sticky black substance all over the Horde leader’s metal head, a standard Bat-utility often used for gumming up windshields and otherwise restricting visibility. That had been the “splat” sound.

The “crunch” came when Comet, Krypto, and Bolt, acting on the pack and/or herd instincts trained by generations of their four-legged ancestors into their respective species, took their cue from Ace without really thinking about it, allowing them to move faster than even Supergirl’s super-reflexes, as the two dogs landed hard punches to Hordak’s face and groin (the location chosen based on height), while Comet sank one broad, powerful hoof right in the middle of the evil overlord’s solar plexus.

“Zap” wasn’t a sound that anyone there had been expecting, since it came from Skeletor as he stepped, still completely in the blue buff, from his cell, and casually flung a bolt of his own remaining magic right at Hordak’s feet. Of course, most of Skeletor’s powers had been depleted by his binding, drained away by Hordak and his minions, Leech, Shadow Weaver, and Evil-Lynn. But Skeletor had been close to the point of eruption of the pink kryptonite energy, and had absorbed most of it into himself, preventing its further spread. Now he released his hold on that raw power of melded science and magic, allowing it to continue its spread through the superstation, and soon to points beyond. In the process of releasing that power, he also opened a glowing red portal right beneath Hordak, sending the near-indestructible mastermind falling with a startled yell into realms unknown. As soon as the portal faded from view, the flesh-and-blood minions, having functional survival instincts, promptly turned and fled.

[75% chance of success – rolled 67…again (go figure) – success #2!]

“I told you nincompoops that there was more at stake than my plans,” Skeletor griped as he swept his hand across the room, clearing it of the still-standing Horde troopers with a wave of magical force, then stopping, looking down with an expression (though how an empty skullface could have expressions was impossible to tell) of annoyance. “And now I’m out of power again. No matter: now that Hordak has been dealt with, it will return.”

“Where did you send him?” asked Krypto, perhaps the only one of the group who was honestly concerned about the life of Hordak, just as he was concerned about all living things.

“Oh, nowhere fatal…at least not for him,” Skeletor assured the tall, white-furred superdog. “I sent him to one of the less-pleasant versions of mortal Hell. Specifically, the thirteenth Malebolge. Trust me, he’s not coming back for a while. Now, to work! There’s still the business of collecting that lust-struck stallion, Swift Wind, and getting him to work. Trust me, you’ll need him, considering what’s coming next.”

“But…what is coming next?” asked Supergirl, falling into step behind Skeletor, as did the others, after Comet and Bolt carefully peeled Sailor Mercury off the wall with their immense combined strength, the energy field eventually dissipating after enough force was applied. Batgirl, however, didn’t join the group right away; she was busy working at the door to another cell, the only other one in the entire prison block that still had an occupant.

“Probably the end of the universe as we know it,” Skeletor confided. “My former colleagues are determined to release Chernobog from his imprisonment on War World. They’ll get everything they’ve ever wanted in exchange for their services. Well, everything except the universe as it is.” The skull-headed blue man, naked except for the hood covering the back of his head, shrugged as he walked, leading the way toward Swift Wind’s private chambers. “As for me, I’m a traditionalist: what’s the point in having the universe if you didn’t earn it yourself, the old-fashioned way? Hordak disagreed, thinking ends somehow justify means or some nonsense like that – we villains need standards!” Skeletor scowled, though once more, it was hard to see how he managed to do so without any flesh on his head. “Unfortunately for me, all my minions disagreed. I expect we’ll be running into them again after they’ve regrouped. Probably after they encounter either Shadow Weaver or Evil-Lynn: those two were always good at getting the troops to do suicidal things like fighting the heroes.”

Skeletor’s casual tossing out of facts and hard realities left the others blinking in total surprise. But then, Skeletor was an old veteran of the villain game, and he certainly knew the score. Batgirl was the only one not hindered by listening to the oldschool villain, because she was far too busy with something she felt was more important.

“A neural neutralizing collar,” said the redheaded heroine as she worked at the complicated circle of metal and circuitry around the neck of the blonde woman in the cell, chained to its far wall. “You’re a psi, aren’t you?”

“My name,” said the blonde girl, looking Barbara Gordon in the eyes, “is Nova Terra.”

[http://starcraft.wikia.com/wiki/Nova\_Terra]

Batgirl paused a moment, studying the skintight blue-grey suit the woman was wearing, then nodding.

“You’re a ghost,” she concluded, prompting a nod from Nova. “That’s why they kept you in here, instead of…well,” she blushed, “other things. There’s no way they could’ve stayed safe if you were anywhere but here, with this,” and at this, the lock on the collar clicked open, “tight around your neck.”

“Thanks,” said the ghost, standing and rubbing her neck where the collar had chafed her skin. “You plan on catching up with your friends? I think I’d rather have you with me when I meet them, to avoid any friendly fire.”

“Yeah,” agreed Batgirl, taking the other woman’s hand. “Just come on, I’ll introduce you.”

-

The three metal minds of the AI combine, formed of GLaDOS, KOMPLEX, and SHODAN, fluttered to life on the screens of the central control chamber, where Hordak had held his court until his sudden departure. The computerized personalities, each requiring the other two so as to shore up the places where heroes in the past had left gaping holes in their coding, reached out to a fourth metal soul, this one a nearly empty shell, but with a body that was perfect for allowing them access to the physical world.

At the gentle combined touch of the three AIs, Clockwerk shuddered lightly, then shook himself free of the life support systems that had bound him to one of the throne room walls. Half-walking, half-hopping to the lighted control consoles, the great metal owl bent low, and began tapping at the keyboard with numerous filaments that extended from his neck. A few more moments, and another pair of hissing noises came from the walls, as cryo-tubes deactivated, then opened, releasing their frozen contents on the unsuspecting universe.

[http://slycooper.wikia.com/wiki/Clockwerk

http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Reaper

http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Widowmaker]

“Go,” said Clockwerk without turning around, even as images of the intruders flashed on the screen before him. Hearing their command, and knowing all the single word meant without needing further explanation, the two killers went.

“Ridley,” said Clockwerk once more, activating the intercom. The space dragon appeared suddenly on the screen, grinning down at a bobbing serpentine head – a viper, one of the all-female alien lifeforms that presently worked with the space pirates led by Ridley – and resting a massive talon on that head to coax it to go faster in attending to whatever lay just below the line of sight of the viewscreen.

“You’re interrupting my me time, Clockwerk,” Ridley said in his slightly high-pitched, almost parrotlike voice. “What is it?”

Clockwerk was grateful, if he could feel gratitude, that Ridley hadn’t bothered asking if the matter was important: the call wouldn’t have taken place if it wasn’t, and Ridley knew it.

“Hordak has been defeated,” the mechanical owl said simply. “We need reinforcements before the intruders cause further damage.”

Curling the corner of his long, slender muzzle, Ridley rolled his glowing eyes.

“Of course Hordak screwed it up,” the space pirate leader grumbled. “And what a time for Don Karnage and the Blood Pack to be on shore leave. Yes, yes, I’ll be there soon…-ish,” he added, looking down with a toothy grin. “Just hold the fort until then. Oh, and warm up that Widowmaker babe for me: I hear she’s the hottest cold fish in six galaxies.”

“Already done,” answered Clockwerk, even as he called up specs on the various forces he knew Ridley had at his disposal at that time. “Clockwerk out.”

[http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Batarian

http://dukenukem.wikia.com/wiki/Drak

http://metroid.wikia.com/wiki/Ridley

http://metroid.wikia.com/wiki/Space\_Pirate

http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Vorcha

http://xcom.wikia.com/wiki/Viper\_(XCOM\_2)

http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Yahg]

The great metal eagle owl, being hardly more than a vessel for the will of the AIs who held the Council of Evil’s communication network together, turned as soon as the comm was deactivated, hunched his way to the throne, and settled down in front of it, facing the single door to the chamber. He was the final line of defense, in case all others should fail, and the heroes somehow made their way into the control core of the superstation. They would not find taking command of the vast battlestation easy. Their defenses in place, the three conjoined AIs set to work plotting out the numerous possibilities this new development presented, while preparing a report for their primary fleshy handler, Shere Khan.

They doubted he would be pleased.

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2394810/ – added only because it makes me smile]

*

[http://omegasupreme.deviantart.com/art/Baroness-G-I-Joe-162525713

http://masik8.deviantart.com/art/Cobra-Baroness-316082824]

Just watching the Baroness getting dressed again was…well, it really was almost more than any man should have to take. She’d left Leatherhead tied, spread-eagled, on the bed, with nothing on but his hat, and whatever Scarlett might incidentally cover as she lay next to him, pretty much completely zonked out.

[http://cameronblakeyart.deviantart.com/art/Scarlett-G-I-Joe-by-Cameron-Blakey-378986013

http://josfouts.deviantart.com/art/G-I-Joe-Scarlett-211855664]

“Now stay here and be good,” said the sultry brunette with a teasing wink behind her glasses. “I have a few calls to make. But never fear: when I return, I should have plenty more playmates for us both.”

Leatherhead knew he’d love as much as he’d hate whatever Anastasia was planning next. But what was really bothering him right then was a concern of vastly more immediate importance: he had to use the dunny.

How long he’d been tied up, letting matters get steadily more pressing, the big alligator wasn’t really sure. All he knew was, with Scarlett cuddled up next to him like she was, naked and beautiful, he kept getting erections, and every time he got one of those, the need just got that much worse when it started to settle down again.

“Housekeeping!”

Huh?

Blinking, Leatherhead heard the sound of the front door to the lavish apartment being opened, then cocked an eyebrow quizzically. No way. There was no possible way this could be real. After all this, and with the Baroness planning out every little detail, there was no possible way escaping could be this easy…could it?

Just when Leatherhead was certain it was just the Baroness using a fake voice to taunt him, the door to the bedroom clicked, then opened, before a pretty, scaly face wearing a maid’s hat poked itself in.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said the owner of that pretty face, an argonian, if Leatherhead recalled his species guide correctly. “I didn’t realize there was still someone here. Don’t worry, I’ll be gone before you even know I’m here.”

[http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Lifts-Her-Tail]

Right about that time, Leatherhead really, really, really wished that the Baroness hadn’t put a steel-reinforced muzzle on his jaws: he really needed to get the scaly maid’s attention somehow! Apparently completely oblivious to whatever hanky-panky might be going on in the bedroom, the copper-scaled cutie happily got to work with a feather duster, frequently bending over to get a number of hard-to-reach spots all around the bedroom. Frequently enough that Leatherhead was able to confirm, without equivocation, that she wasn’t wearing a stitch under that frilly French maid’s skirt of hers. Well, a garter belt, but Leatherhead didn’t think that really counted. And she never lowered her tail, not even once.

“Mmm mm mmm!” he tried as an opener.

“Just fine,” replied the argonian maid. “Thanks very much for asking; most of our customers couldn’t care less about my feelings. I can tell you, most days, they ride my tail painfully hard.”

“Mmmm mm!”

“Don’t you worry about that,” the maid promptly replied, bending over right at the waist as she stood near the bed, and the bound alligator could sweat she was deliberately thrusting her smooth-scaled buns as close to his face as possible, her tail hiked even higher than usual, which was saying something. She had the Baroness’ boots in her hands, and as Leatherhead watched, she pulled out a rag, and began working them over with expert skill and speed. “I know just how to treat stiff-but-delicate goods like this. I’ve had lots of practice. A good, firm rubbing, some hard polishing, and I’ll have it as soft and limp as you could ask. Why, you’ll slip right in, without a second’s…” She paused, then straightened, looking down at his feet. “Hmm, perhaps not: Methinks, sir, that you might be a little too big for such a tight space.”

“MMMM!”

By this point, Leatherhead felt as though his bladder was right on the edge of popping like a balloon, veins standing out all over his body with the extreme tension he was doing his best to contain.

“I’m sorry,” said the lithe little argonian, stepping lightly next to the bed and bending over, the low-cut bodice of her maid’s uniform showing off a scene that would have been immensely pleasant to Leatherhead under most circumstances, but not right then. “I’m afraid I didn’t catch that last. Here, let me get that muzzle for you.”

“I need to use the bathroom!”

“There’s no need to shout,” said the argonian maid calmly, rolling her eyes as she swiftly and expertly untied Leatherhead’s wrists and then his ankles. “I sincerely hope you’re going to give me a big tip for helping clean up a mess you were quite silly to fall into in the first place.”

“As big as I’ve got,” growled Leatherhead as he leapt from the bed and practically dove into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door as he got to doing his business.

[75% chance, best of 3 rolls…rolled 45 – success #1!]

“And I suppose I’ll have to clean and polish that too,” the argonian sighed, casting an askance look toward Leatherhead as he stood by the white ceramic “throne” in the room’s palatial-sized bathroom. “It looks as though you’ve put it through…well, I’m sure I don’t want to know where that’s been.”

“Only the usual places,” Leatherhead replied with a long, satisfied sigh as he finished, scratching his belly as he turned around and walked back into the bedroom. After all, there was no point in being shy, since the maid had already seen everything, and had plenty of opportunity to take advantage of him if she’d wanted to while he was tied up. Actually, he got the distinct impression that this argonian girl was strangely oblivious to the hedonism going on around her. He even doubted she was really aware (if that was the right word for it) that he was naked, or what going without panties like she did meant, or the connotations of pretty much anything she might say. Though he could be a brute at times, Leatherhead was inclined to be a gentleman under most circumstances, a leftover from his Cajun roots, and especially around women. Since he figured the girl in the room with him would be shocked if he made any overt passes at her, he simply shrugged and moved on to more weighty matters. Like getting out of there in one piece, preferably with Scarlett.

“Hey, um,” he started, rubbing the back of his head. “Thanks for the save. I was just wondering,” he pointed to the red collar around the still dozing redhead’s neck. “Do you know anything about how to get those red collars off? I’ve heard there’s a trick to it, and I’m not sure I can.”

Blinking in surprise, the argonian maid turned and bent over…again. And flashed Leatherhead. Again. She inspected the softly glowing red collar for several long minutes, and then frowned, taking firm hold of the latched ends. The argonian girl extended her tongue in an expression of concentration for several minutes, and then…pop, the collar snapped, then crumbled into a fine pink dust in her hands.

“Not very good material,” the maid stated with a light shrug. “You’d think people would wear something a little more sturdy when they wanted protection. If you get something too cheap, and it breaks under hard use, you never know when an accident could turn into something much bigger.”

“Er, yeah, about that,” Leatherhead chuckled, considering what the Baroness had said about getting Scarlett pregnant with a flush to his cheeks, before forcibly yanking his mind out of the gutter. “Uh, nevermind. Do you think you can get me out of here? I’d really like to be gone before the woman who’s living here gets back.”

“Oh, I’m afraid I can’t help you there, sir,” the maid answered with an apologetic smile. “You see, she just got back, and she’s got friends.”

His eyes opening wide in momentary panic, Leatherhead went to the bedroom door, and peered out into the living room of the apartment. Sure enough, there was Anastasia, laughing happily with two other women of rather similar build. One even had similar black hair, though she was wearing a lot less, quite a large amount of smooth skin showing through the many strategic slices in her leather garb. And, when Leatherhead was honest with himself, he had to admit, as much as he really did like Anastasia, despite her treachery in getting him up there and all to herself, this new chick was stacked.

[http://kanzaka.wikia.com/wiki/Naga\_the\_Serpent]

The other woman wasn’t human at all. Actually, she was an avian, a falcon with red feathers on her upper half, and white ones on her underside. At least that was what Leatherhead figured, since she was wearing tight-fitting riding clothes, save for on her lower legs, which were the extra-slender feet of a true bird, albeit enlarged to match her human size. A long fencing sword hung at her belt, and she didn’t walk – she strutted! Actually, it was pretty hard for Leatherhead to avoid watching her tailfeathers, the way she carried herself.

[http://www.ospreygraphix.com/html/Screens/Animalympics/sc-Animal-contessa.html]

These three women stood erect, and were talking and laughing among themselves like good friends. Obviously they knew each other well, and considered each other as equals. The Baroness was actually sharing some of the juicier details of how she’d “drained the dragon,” and her language was coarse enough in places – and that of her extra-busty companion even more lewd! – that it made Leatherhead blush right down to his tail. Their plans were fairly obvious: Leatherhead was supposed to be their boytoy for the night…and however long afterward they wanted.

The four other figures in the room, however, weren’t friends or equals. Actually, Leatherhead was pretty sure they were in the same category as him, or maybe Scarlett. The tallest was a big blue feline creature with a long horn extending from his forehead, broken partway down. Actually, Leatherhead thought the cat was pretty hot, and appreciated how little he was wearing. The flame-tailed, red-furred male near the back wasn’t that bad-looking either, but he, like the big blue cat, had a glazed look on his face, and both were sporting the red collars Scarlett had worn.

[http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Kimahri\_Ronso

http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Red\_XIII]

As for the other two figures, they weren’t wearing red collars, but considering how well-secured they were, their arms encased in leather sleeves behind their backs, much like a straitjacket, and ball gags in their mouths, Leatherhead was pretty sure no red collars were needed. One was a tan-furred catgirl with black hair held back with an Alice band, wearing a skintight uniform, complete with a wide collar, reminiscent of a trenchcoat, and tailored white boots and gloves. The other, unlike the other three prisoner-playthings, was a human, and obviously the youngest of the four, probably in her mid- to late teens, if Leatherhead judged right. She was a brown-haired Asian-looking girl (the boyish cut of her hair held back by a bandanna), wearing a snug-fitting green sweater that left her flat midriff exposed, and shorts with the top button left undone, making it seem as though they were about to slip down those skinny hips at any moment.

[http://tuffpuppy.wikia.com/wiki/Kitty\_Katswell

http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Yuffie\_Kisaragi]

“Can you imagine?” laughed the busty black-haired chick. “You mean they were just giving away these spies as slaves?”

“Only to people with a need for them, and the proper rank, dear Naga,” answered the Baroness smoothly, giving a tug on the leashes leading from her hand to the ordinary leather collars around each of the slavegirls’ necks. “Though I believe only the lovely little kitty is actually a spy. The other three were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.” She shrugged. “That’s been happening a lot lately.”

“Strangely often,” said the red-feathered falcon, frowning. “I’ve found it hard enough to leave this planet, and my ship is in good working order. It’s as though there were something impacting hyperwarp drives, foiling their ability to calculate other courses, ones that lead anywhere but this wild and untamed world.” She shrugged, tapping her sword’s hilt. “I admit, the place is invigorating, and I’ve had quite a few entertaining workouts so far, but sometimes a girl needs a rest.”

“I agree completely, Contessa,” the Baroness answered smoothly, tugging the human girl forward, making the wide-eyed teen whimper softly as the leatherclad beauty lightly stroked a hand across her cheek, and then over her chin. “But that’s why I need so much stress relief. After all, I’m as trapped here as both of you…”

“No you’re not,” growled Leatherhead, stepping out into the living room. He noticed how each female’s eyes went to him in shock, then dropped immediately below his waistline, and widened just a little more. The human girl’s eyes turned away almost immediately, her face turning bright red, while Anastasia and Naga looked his uncut green prick over appraisingly, Naga especially so, since it was the first time she’d seen him. Contessa, looked, but then politely moved her eyes back to Leatherhead’s face, much as any gentleman should avoid staring too long at a woman’s breasts without permission. Obviously, she was someone of perfect breeding and culture. As for the tan-furred kitty…well, she just stared…and stared…and kept on staring. Considering the look on her face, Leatherhead figured she’d probably had a serious case of brainlock. Poor kitty.

“Ana’s working for the ones that’ve blocked off this planet,” Leatherhead said, speaking as quickly as he dared, without sounding rushed and losing credibility. He knew he didn’t have much time. “I’m sorry, Ana: you’re a really nice girl, and that was the wildest time in the sack I’ve ever had, but I don’t like being a boytoy. So I guess your friends deserve to know the truth about the way things are, and I’m gonna tell ‘em, then I’m gonna head out of here.” He glanced back at Scarlett, who was kneeling on the bed now, blinking like someone who’s just come out of a deep sleep, her expression one of total confusion. “And I’m taking your other toys with me.”

The Baroness’ face darkened, her eyes turning stormy, and Leatherhead knew he’d just pushed his luck a little bit too far. But then Contessa stepped forward, and placed a gentle hand on Baroness’ shoulder, her smile light, her expression and stance placating.

“Is it true, what this one says?” she asked, and Leatherhead could pick out the light Italian accent she was sporting, only partially hidden by proper British verbal training. “Are we being held here against our will?”

“Yeah, Baroness,” Naga chimed in, folding her arms beneath her exceeding ample assets. “What are you holding out on us?”

For a moment, the Baroness’ eyes went between her two friends in desperation, then to Leatherhead in fury, and then, finally, to the floor, her shoulders slumping.

“It’s true,” she admitted at last. “It’s all true.” Then her eyes lifted, her expression pleading. “But I didn’t mean for things to go this far…”

“Calm, Anastasia,” Contessa said gently, lovingly cupping her human friend’s chin. “I am not angry. A little hurt, yes, but I will heal.”

“Well, I’m angry!” declared Naga, stomping forward and glaring at the Baroness. “This planet is a dump! The only reason I don’t slap those glasses off your face is because my time with you have been the only times something hasn’t been trying to eat me, kill me, or rape me!”

“Before you say anything more, dear Naga,” Contessa stated, piercing the well-endowed woman with a look as sharp as her blade, “consider this: do you want to end your friendship with our dear Anastasia?”

Naga grit her teeth, her face contorted with anger. Then, finally, her fists relaxed, and then looked away.

“No,” she admitted.

“Then I suppose we will have to talk this out,” Contessa concluded mildly. “Now, my dear Anastasia, why don’t we have a drink, sit, and talk. Or, to be precise,” she added with an arched eyebrow, “you will talk, and we will listen. We are still your friends, and we will stay so, but only so long as you are honest with us. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” the Baroness finally said, her shoulders slumping in defeat, giving Leatherhead a final sullen glare as she dropped the leashes in her hands. “Do with them as you will,” she said with assumed carelessness, while walking toward the kitchen to prepare the drinks Contessa had suggested as social lubricant. “You were more clever than I gave you credit. I concede this round.”

[75% chance, best 2 of 3 – rolled 33 – success #2!]

*

[Sally Acorn has a flat 50% chance of good/bad things happening, rolled 3 times…and the first roll is…53. Poor Sally. She will escape ultimate doom, however, unless all 3 rolls are over 50.

http://mantti.deviantart.com/art/Sally-statue-painted-29534185

http://retro-ccn.deviantart.com/art/Sally-Sketch-343488844

https://www.sofurry.com/view/444849

http://eightsevensix.deviantart.com/art/Annoyed-Sally-by-CCN-170011477 - You know you were]

An unfortunate requirement of a great many soft style martial arts is contact with the ground. From the ground, strength is drawn, and leverage beyond one’s own size. Leverage is especially important when you’re up against an opponent twice your size, and a lot stronger than you. Princess Sally Acorn, trailing the group that was intending to head back to the ship, didn’t have a chance to set her stance, grip the ground, or do much of anything, before a massive pair of white-furred hands wrapped around her, one clamping down hard over her mouth, muffling her scream for help as she was dragged roughly into the shadows, her cries for help too muffled to reach the ears of her friends, before she was pulled too far away for them to hear her at all.

Squirming in the powerful grip of her captor, kicking her small, booted feet in the air, Sally tried to look around, to see who it was that had taken her prisoner, but the darkness was too complete for her to manage it. Her eyes widened as she felt the strong, powerfully-built, and very large male behind her sharing just how large he really was, rubbing it against her brown-furred bare bottom, letting her know exactly how much he liked having her in his power.

Somewhere in the dark, Sally felt two more pairs of hands on her, just before the first pair released her. The second sets of hands were much larger than the first, and much, much stronger, and Sally gasped in shock as one pair seized her blue jacket, jerking it down her arms, then held those arms while the other pair grabbed her boots, yanking them off. Now, for the first time since she was a little girl, Sally Acorn was completely naked, in a way that even native Mobians would acknowledge as real nudity.

[http://eightsevensix.deviantart.com/art/Sally-and-Jacket-by-CCN-170010561

http://tricksypixel.deviantart.com/art/Sally-Acorn-48518892

http://retro-ccn.deviantart.com/art/sexy-squirrel-color-A-by-CCN-170012601]

Even knowing the battle was likely hopeless, however, Sally continued to struggle, to kick and punch and even once to bite, when she got the opportunity. She tasted warm flesh beneath her teeth, followed soon after by warm blood, as a ground squirrel’s bite could easily be as nasty as that of any rodent.

“OW!” wailed a loud, dim-witted-sounding voice, and suddenly Sally felt her feet hitting the ground as she was dropped. “She bit me, Balio!”

Feeling her freedom, Sally didn’t waste the opportunity, but instead sprinted forward…only to be jerked from her feet, falling onto all-fours, as another hand nabbed one of her ankles, whipping it out from under her.

“She’s a feisty one, all right, Sunder,” chuckled another voice, deep and wicked as its owner reeled the redheaded rodent back in, the other hand grabbing her butt and giving it a tight squeeze, until Sally couldn’t help but cry out in shock at the pain of the pinch. “The harder a prisoner fights, the tighter she’ll be when you stick it in her.”

[http://bof.wikia.com/wiki/Balio and http://bof.wikia.com/wiki/Sunder]

Hearing this confirmation of what her assailants had planned for her, Sally pulled her free leg up under herself, right up to beneath her pert breasts, ready to fling it backward in a powerful kick. Before she had the chance, however, she saw terrible red eyes in the darkness, before horrible, shadowy shapes came flowing at her, like things straight from a nightmare. Screaming, Sally fought against the sudden host of grasping paws, but it was all in vain as she was hoisted into the air, face down, arms and legs outstretched, her back arching as she jerked to one side and then the other, making her petite breasts bounce with the motions. From below, she heard strange, hideous words in a language she didn’t know, but their meaning was more than clear, as she saw brightly luminous red tongues licking inky chops, greedy red eyes feasting on her toned, trim little body, especially on the tight-clasped lips of her cunny, clearly visible between her outstretched, still-kicking legs. Blushing in embarrassment, Sally caught sight of rampant, wolflike penises, the same luminous red as the creatures’ tongues, but with numerous veins of pure, inky black, the same as their fur-like covering.

Suddenly the captive princess saw the flickering light of a fire up ahead, down the flagstone-lined corridor of Castlevania’s many-twisting paths, and soon the swift procession made a turn, and stepped out into a dungeon cell, complete with numerous chains, a rack, and a torturer’s brazier, branding irons already heating within its depths.

“I told you we could catch someone before they all got away,” said a familiar voice, and Sally’s eyes widened as she saw the wickedly grinning face of Steele, the wicked, blue-eyed malamute. “And we even caught a princess!”

“The bosses pay top zenny for princesses,” said the one called Sunder eagerly, a green-maned, dun-furred horseman of impressive size and musculature, a wide belt around his middle, with a significant belt buckle that covered part of his groin. “Hey, do you think they’ll mind if we…?”

“They don’t care,” laughed the other horseman, this one with blue fur, as well as a green mane like his brother, and an almost identical build – they were nearly the same in all ways, actually, except for their fur color, and the look of cunning in Balio’s eyes, mirrored by a look of cruel stupidity in Sunder’s. Then his expression soured. “Wish we’d known that before we handed over those Windian girls. Still,” he grinned nastily, reaching down to grab Sally’s butt again, giving it another too-tight squeeze, as she was held down to the floor, unable to do more than struggle ineffectually as the shaggy shadow-wolf creatures gripped her tightly. “Still, we can always make up for lost time!”

[http://rwby.wikia.com/wiki/Beowolf]

Sally looked around desperately, searching for some possible means of escape, or some tool she could use to fight the stallions who were even then starting to strip down, unceremoniously unbuckling their belts and shoving their ragged jeans down to the floor, trying to look at anything but the immense dark brown and dark blue cocks that sprang to immediate attention, larger even than the bloated red meat missile Steele was packing, though admittedly not by that much. Then, off at the edge of the darkness, Sally caught sight of something strange: a white mask, seeming to shine against the shadows that framed it. Then, next to this first mask appeared another mask, as dark as the first was light, both of them with glowing blue eyes twinkling from the sockets.

“Is she ours to take, little Lamb?” asked the first mask, its voice dark, rough, guttural, and now Sally could see that the mask moved like a puppet’s face, its teeth sharp, its features frighteningly lupine.

“All things are ours to take, dear Wolf,” answered the second mask, its aspect that of a delicate creature of the frolicking meadow, but tempered by the palpable menace that accompanied its presence.

[http://leagueoflegends.wikia.com/wiki/Kindred]

Instead of approaching, however, the strange and terrifying creatures lingered just outside the light thrown by the brazier, watching and seeming to wait patiently as Sally was surrounded by the brutish, wolflike shadow creatures, which drew back from holding her down as Steele stepped forward, and clapped a pair of manacles around Sally’s slender wrists, locking them tightly together behind her back. Balio’s rough hand seized her hair, then, pulling her to her knees before him, and she grit her teeth as he rubbed the swollen head of his horsecock against her cheek, staining her fur with precum, determined not to show any weakness to these brutes, no matter what they did to her. As long as she could hold herself together, and not panic, some way to escape would show itself eventually.

Wouldn’t it?

“Love these little titties!” exclaimed Sunder in glee as he knelt behind the little ground squirrel, letting his immense dark brown member slap against her back, while he reached around her and grabbed her breasts, mauling them with boyish enthusiasm, squeezing and pinching and tugging her nipples until they ached, and despite herself, Sally couldn’t hold back a few clench-teethed whimpers.

She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but Steele was already there, grinning up at her as Balio forced her to tilt back, making her groin thrust forward toward Steele’s muzzle, making it that much easier for him as he looked her delicate folds over, and licked his chops as he began drooling, steaming up her tiny quim with his searing breath.

“You’re tighter than a puppy, Princess,” taunted the malamute in the wickedly sexy voice, the sound of it making Sally’s cheeks flush even more than Sunder’s abuse of her breasts. “Trust me, I know: I’m the one who popped Aleu’s cherry!” His thumbs stroked open her labia, and his long, thick, smooth tongue lashed out, sloooowly dragging its way across her puffy, succulent folds, which were quickly growing almost painfully flushed despite all of Sally’s wishes, forcing a strangled little moan from her throat as Balio and Sunder worked together to pin her shoulders to the ground, letting Steele really lean in. “Not a virgin,” he chuckled darkly, “but not by much. I’ll bet the boy who did the deed used a condom, too, didn’t he? Didn’t want to knock up the royal pussy? Pathetic!” he snorted out in derision, while the two stallions laughed cruelly, making Sally’s cheeks grow steadily hotter as they hit the mark far closer than she cared to admit. “Well, cutie,” Steel continued. “We’re all going to have a taste of the sweet little body and drink our fill. And then we’re going to stuff you like a goose!” He bared his sharp teeth at the last word, and Sally drew back, her eyes wide with horror as she struggled ineffectually against the powerful grips of the two stallions holding her shoulders down. “And I’m going to give you a promise, Princess,” he continued, slowly licking his chops, drawing out the motion so she could see it clearly, even as he slipped his hands beneath her knees, lifting her legs, parting them. “The babies you pop out next are going to have my ice blue eyes!”

“No!” Sally finally cried out, her resolve breaking at last as she began to kick desperately against Steele’s grip as he cruelly forced her thighs far apart. “Stop! You can’t…aaah!”

Bucking and jerking in the grip of the three massive, muscular males, Sally began to squeal and wail and moan loudly as Balio took one breast in his mouth, while Sunder took the other, licking and gnawing and sucking on the plump little mounds until she couldn’t breathe properly anymore. And while the stallions were biting down on erect red nipples, Steele’s head was thrusting forward and back, his jaws parted wide as he rippled his tongue, working it in and out of Sally’s clenching cunny like a lesser male’s cock, but moving it in ways that only a dolphin’s prehensile penis could manage, slathering up her juicy cervix, making her innermost depths convulse in indescribable paroxysms of strange pleasure, leaving her fur glistening and slick against her body like a second skin while Sally panted like a true bitch in heat.

“Hoist her up, boys,” growled Steele eagerly as he pulled his tongue free of the teenage princess’ squirting folds, leaning back and arching his hips, thrusting his penis upward like a rigid spike. “Then pick a hole for yourselves. It’s time to knock up a princess!”

Almost incoherent by this point, Sally was shaking her head, babbling out pleas for mercy, too many forced orgasms making her unable to put up anything more than a token resistance as the powerful, brutal stallions set her on Steele’s ribbed abdomen, his immense member slapping against her perfect little tushie with each breath he took. His mighty hands seized her bottom, then, and roughly spread her buns apart, making an easy target for Sunder as he knelt behind her, stroking his cock until it glistened with precum, then set the heavy brown head against her tiny anal rosebud. Balio, meanwhile, grabbed Sally’s hair, tugging it hard enough to make her squeal, then slapped her across the cheek with his thick organ, leaving her dazed as he pressed its seeping tip to her tiny lips.

[https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1025097]

She could still escape this! Sally knew, if only she could twist just right, could work her wrists out of the manacles (and they were a little too big for her anyway), jerk to the side just in time to avoid those horrible cocks even then heading straight toward her exposed tailstar and tender slit, could bite down at the right moment on Balio’s cock to distract him, she could still make it out of this mess intact. She had to time it…time it…time it just…right…

NOW!

[50% chance, #2 of 3 rolls…rolled…64]

SCHHLL-POP!

“AAIIIEEEEMMMmmm…”

Too late. She was just too late. Steele’s loud grunting filled her ears as his hands went to her breasts as they dangled before his face, then stroked down her sides, rocking her back and forth as his immense red dogcock stretched her wider than she’d ever experienced in her life. An instant later, however, Steele didn’t have to work nearly as hard, as Sunder’s immense shaft plowed mercilessly into Sally’s tiny tailhole, forcing her mouth wide as a scream escaped her pretty mouth…only to be muffled into near silence by Balio’s obscenely-sized length, easily the equal of his brother’s, which he force-fed down her throat until it seemed as though he and his enthusiastically-thrusting brother were trying to meet her in the middle!

Only a muscular body like Sunder’s could have plundered Sally’s tailhole to its limits, for every time he thrust forward, her whole body instinctively tensed up, clenching down on him, gripping his rigid shaft like a fist. But with Balio pounding her one way, his fat balls slapping the underside of her chin, and Sunder’s slapping hips turning her perfect tushie a nice, bright apple red, the brothers were feeding off each others’ energy, working the tiny princess between them.

As for Steele, he was in heaven! Stuffed so full of horsecock she could barely breathe, Sally’s legs could only kick feebly, her hands balled into tight fists behind her back, tears streaming down her cheeks as her inner walls clamped down on the malamute’s oversized organ with every loud tap of Sunder’s hips against her upturned buns. Panting hard as he grinned, Steele leaned up to lick the tears from the doomed little princess’ face, whispering wicked obscenities in her ears to make her sob all the more loudly, and continue to struggle desperately despite the futility of the act, keeping her from simply giving up by dint of his sheer erotic evil. She had to resist him! She couldn’t give up! She’d fight to the last! She’d never give up, not until…

Suddenly, the bubble of Steele’s knot grew too large, and he forced it forward with a hard lunge, popping it past Sally’s pussy lips, locking them together. Instantly, his hips started thrusting upward at a machinegun’s pace, and it was then Steele, rather than the stallion twins, who was driving the hard humping they were giving the royal tush, slapping her back and forth between the two brothers even as his knot’s immense size squeezed tightly against Sunder’s prick, making Sally’s tailhole clench down on him even more tightly than before.

The pressure was too much!

“C-cummin’!” Sunder grunted out, his broad, blunt horse’s teeth bared as he flehmened, his balls tensing up before flooding poor Sally’s demolished bottom with an overwhelming geyser of hot horsecum.

“Yeah,” Balio got out, the word a sharp retort like a gunshot, before he crammed every last bit of thick, juicy horsemeat right up to the balls in the feebly-wriggling princess’ tiny mouth.

Steele saw Sally’s eyes start to grow heavy-lidded, and knew she was about to pass out. He wasn’t going to allow that! Leaning up, he licked her cheek, his hips grinding against her as he rose to his final peak, only bare seconds left to spare as he got out two final words:

“My eyes!”

Instantly, Sally’s beautiful blue eyes grew wide, and she began to cry out as best as she could around her immense throatful of horsecock, squirming and struggling, and suddenly clamping down on Steele’s penis, screaming at the top of her lungs as she came at the same time he did, the pointed tip of his prick penetrating her cervix, letting her feel the torrent of potent canine cum splashing directly into her fertile, receptive womb, seeding her, breeding her. Her entire body spasmed again and again as orgasms overtook all her senses, and the three males experienced pure bliss of the most exquisite sort as Sally’s inner walls convulsed, greedily sucking up every last drop of Steele’s semen, and hastening it on its way toward her awaiting egg.

[20% chance of pregnancy – rolled 18 – Sally Acorn is now knocked up]

Almost as one, the three males collapsed together, Sunder’s heavy weight settling onto Sally’s back, squeezing her tightly between him and Steele, while Balio sank to his butt nearby, leaning against a nearby wall, breathing hard as he rested, eyes closed. Luckily for her, Sunder soon softened enough to pop free of her cruelly gaped tailhole, at least letting some of the pressure inside of her lessen. Not so for Steele: his penis stayed rock hard and erect, locked tightly inside her while his cum kept pumping, filling her up until her tummy was swollen enough to look like she was already three months pregnant. She couldn’t help but whine adorably at the discomfort of this filling sensation, squirming on Steele’s knot as he kept on squirting more doggy jizz into her tummy.

Almost as suddenly as Steele’s knot had swollen, it deflated just enough that Sally, with a bit more wriggling, was able to get it to pop free, letting her flop on her back onto the flagstones, with what must have been pints of Steele’s semen spurting from her as her tummy slowly regained its former, proper shape. Rolling onto her knees, Sally got unsteadily to her feet…then stumbled back to her knees once more, too used up to walk, let alone run. So, instead, she slowly inched her way along in a sort of half-kneeling crawl, hands gradually working free of the semen-slick chains as she did so, until, finally, they came loose, and she could crawl properly.

But she had forgotten the beowolfs. Horny beyond mortal endurance from watching the royal hottie being triplestuffed, the shadowstuff werewolves wanted their turn, and Sally could feel their steaming cold breath on her nethers as she crawled faster, shaking her head, almost sobbing again as she realized the hopelessness of her situation. They were going to catch her, and she was going to be gang-raped by every last one of them in every hole until she forgot her own name. Then the fiends would turn her sloppy, used up body over to their masters, as a sacrifice to fuel their dark designs. She would give birth to a monster in the depths of some nameless dungeon, and it would only be the first of a great many, as she was ravished, body and soul, and thoroughly broken to serve the whims of her merciless new masters.

Only a miracle could save her now.

[50% chance of success, final roll…rolled 44! Sally is snatched from the Chopping Block…but at what cost…?]

“She breaks too easily!” snorted the white-masked creature from the darkness, and suddenly Sally’s head lifted, and she saw a glowing white figure, wearing the black mask of the Lamb, stepping out of the darkness, naked and beautiful in her soft, lily white fleece and delicately-sheared skin.

[http://deepmazenta.deviantart.com/art/LOL-Kindred-563568841]

“She shines brightly,” said Lamb, stepping forward and resting a gentle hand on Sally’s red-haired head.

Where Sally saw a being of near-divine status, however, the beowolfs only saw a slender, beautiful female with two visible holes to be stuffed like a sausage casing. Drooling and snarling in their strange, hideous language, the darkling creatures surged forward, surrounding Lamb on all sides, cocks outthrust before them.

Then, one of them dared to lay a paw on her velvet-soft outer thigh.

“These are yours,” said Lamb.

“Yes!” exclaimed Wolf in a near paroxysm of ecstasy.

Sally Acorn didn’t know what happened next. There was a flash of shadow, a plunging of light, and suddenly everything she could see behind her was engulfed in burning bright teeth. She didn’t stay to hear the screams of the beowolfs, somehow finding the strength within herself to get to her feet and start to run. Somewhere in the passage, she almost stumbled over her vest and boots, and dared to spend the brief moments needed to put them back on. After all, one never knew what one might step in while fleeing headlong for one’s life.

Fixing her purpose only on escaping the doom that lay behind her, Sally ran into the darkness with all her remaining, flagging might.

Choices

*Superstation

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

(55% chance, best 2 of 3)

2) Cleanse Swift Wind…thoroughly.

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

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

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

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

*Desert City

Additional Vote: Will Red XIII/Nanaki be anthro or feral?

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

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

b) What’s happening at another casino (randomly determined)? – 2

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

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

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

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

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

*Castlevania

Which version of Lara Croft should appear in the jungle? Classic or Modern?

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

Votes will decide where Sally Acorn ends up next after her ordeal

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

B) Alphys, Doggo, and Undyne get seduced (Sally Acorn ends up in the middle for healing sex)

C) Spidergasm (Sally Acorn falls afoul of Muffet, before our male heroes arrive)

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

D) Sophitia, Cassandra, and Pyrrha meet Aeon Calcos…and then meet Sally Acorn

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

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

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