Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Entry 63 by Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Entry 63

Story by Gideon Kalve Jarvis on SoFurryOctober 2017~39 min read

Gideon Kalve Jarvis, Anal, Bondage, Cartoon, Cat, Choose Your Own Adventure, Coyote, Crossdressing, Crossover, Dildo, F/F, Human, M/F, Oral, Rimming, Rule 34, Teen, Teenagers, Trap, Vaginal

You asked for it, and here he is: Wile E. Coyote, doing what he does best!

Which is sex, because, well, he's not really that good at making stuff that really works all that well. Though recently he's been having a run of good luck, considering that pretty much all the high-tech gear the Council of Evil's agents use are made by our favorite dastardly furry supergenius.

Catwoman and the Puma Sisters indulge themselves in a little fun, with Batgirl as the focus. Meanwhile, Wile E. Coyote and Hello Nurse go to check on some of his "patients." Or playthings. Or prey. It all depends on who you ask.

And gosh darn it, I had to work Bridget in there somewhere! I've always had a..."spot" (not a soft one, I'm afraid) for the kid.

Edit: Removed a minor error on my part.

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Entry 63

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis and gryfalcon

Vote Tallies

*Hellstation

1) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 23

(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 - 13

(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 - 8

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

7) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 14

*Other Locations

8) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested; a lot of "eating" will take place, though) - 21

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

10) More scenes in the Jungles of Rage - 2

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

11) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab & The Slave Factory – 26 – this week’s winner

Author Notes

Thanks so much to the folks who extended their well-wishing on the deleted journal entry. Also thanks to everyone who had a chance to vote!

Also, I cleared out the vote where Scar and the Tyrannos show up, since, well, that kinda happened. My bad!

Oh, and in case there was a need for proof that Bugs Bunny knows plenty about playing in pornos, I present the following pieces of evidence:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What%27s\_Cookin%27\_Doc%3F

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2fbs0w

UFC Entry 63

Feeling relaxed, at peace, Wile E. Coyote whistled as he walked down the long, sterile white corridor of his lab. As was common of the architecture in most of the headquarters of the Council of Evil, the hall was circular in nature, running all the way around the inner ring that made up the central region of the headquarters. Well…the part of that headquarters which Wile E. had designed, of course; Bowser, and Ganon, and Maleficent all had their own ideas of how to build an evil fortress floating in space, as did the others, like Ursula. Shere Khan at least understood Wile E.’s desires, and indulged them…more or less. Wile E. enjoyed smoothness and order, the untidiness of his home in the desert always galling him. That love of order, of course, immediately ended once he got to work. Then his native messiness came to the fore, as he reveled in the chaos of creation.

“Oh, there you are,” came the familiar voice of Hello Nurse, and the lean brown coyote turned to nod in greeting to his chief assistant. “It’s the Puma Sisters,” she plowed ahead, not seeming to notice the nod. “They’re…well, Catwoman said that you should probably intervene. Right now, they’re doing things to one of the prisoners – Batgirl. We haven’t finished interrogating her, so I don’t think…”

Touching Hello Nurse’s lips with one finger, silencing her instantly as she blinked in surprise at his forwardness, Wile E. paused a moment, considering the many doors that surrounded them as far as the eye could see. Only an intellect on Wile E.’s level – like that of Hello Nurse – could keep track of what lay behind each of those seemingly identical doors. Some had even been made as deliberate blinds, false fronts leading into horrific traps (though none intentionally lethal, of course – Wile E. preferred to take his prey alive whenever possible). A moment’s thought longer, and the coyote walked several paces down the corridor, and opened one of the multitude, stepping inside, Hello Nurse right behind.

Along the far wall was the most prominent – as well as dominant – feature of the room: a vast blank screen, covering the wall from side to side, and top to bottom. A short distance away was a control panel, not as large as the screen, but sizable nonetheless, sizable enough to act as both remote control for the video part of the screen’s many functions, and also to act as a master control for the many rooms that lay beyond. From this chamber, Wile E. Coyote was able to personally oversee all of his experiments, down to the most minute detail. He’d even had Billie go climbing around inside the machinery, to do work only nanomachines could hope to equal, just to make sure the workings of the machine had a proper, personal touch.

Oh, and, of course, there were the “fixtures.” Just a few little touches that made the command center seem a little more…homey.

“Lemme down from here!” blared the brassy voice of the she-duck dangling from the ceiling, glaring quite literal daggers at Wile E. (which he, with all the experience that came with being a professional cartoon fall guy, deflected with a handy clipboard). “You better let me go, right this instant, or I’m gonna…”

[http://looneytunes.wikia.com/wiki/Tina\_Russo]

“Relax, doll,” came the light, relaxed voice of That Rabbit, who, unlike some of his companions in bondage, was obviously in no degree of distress. “We ain’t in any danger here. Wile E.’s not gonna hurt us one bit, I can guarantee it.”

[http://looneytunes.wikia.com/wiki/Bugs\_Bunny]

“Oh yeah?” challenged Tina Russo, rounding on Bugs in the harness of leather and chains into which she’d been strapped.

“H-how can you tell?” came the high-pitched, schoolgirl’s voice of another of Wile E.’s playthings bound, like the others, to stout wooden poles set into the floor and ceiling, his wrists held above his head by sturdy chains and shackles – a sharp contrast to the otherwise apparently sterile environment of steel, chrome, and ceramic. “I mean,” the girlish speaker continued, trying to keep up a façade of confidence despite the fearful tremor in his voice, “he looks like the lean, hungry sort. I’ve read over his profile on the hunter boards, and they say he’s always,” and here the speaker’s voice cracked, against all attempts to appear brave, “ravenous.”

[http://guilty-gear.wikia.com/wiki/Bridget]

Young blonde Bridget’s fears were not wholly unfounded: half of the room looked like a laboratory, but the half where he was tied, along with his fellow prisoners, was constructed of stone and wood, with a large fireplace, and a low pit filled with sizzling coals before it, complete with several long metal spits positioned on Y-shaped rods. Any number of medieval instruments for inflicting suffering on helpless victims dangled from various hooks and pegs on the walls and from the ceiling. In short, the part that wasn’t high-tech looked very much like the torture chamber of a dungeon.

“Well,” the grey-furred rabbit mulled over his prior statement. “Sayin’ that he ain’t gonna hurt us one bit might be a little exaggerated. More, he ain’t gonna kill us. See, I’ve been in this business for a while, and I always know to look for the cameras.” He motioned with his short muzzle toward the several cameras around the room, filming everything from multiple angles. “As long as there’s cameras, there’s an audience. And if there’s an audience, there’s a show going on. Now, the way I see it, I’m an actor in life’s comedy. Seeing somebody killed to death, that’s not comedy – that’s a snuff film, and that’s just a waste, so it’s not happening. But,” the rabbit grinned, a bit sheepish, “here’s the thing: I can’t get free of these chains. If this were a typical comedy, I’d be able to slip out of ‘em whenever I wanted, pretty much. So we’re not in a standard comedy, either.”

“So we’re not in one of your stupid cartoons,” sneered Tina, seeming to forget about the coyote tinkering at the control panels on the other half of the room. “Big surprise there. So whadya figure this is, if it’s not a laugh riot?”

“Take a look below the belt, if you will, doll,” Bugs quipped dryly. “That’s where the answer lies.”

“Below…what’re you talking about?” Tina demanded, even as she, Bridget, and the four other prisoners in the room looked where Bugs had indicated…and promptly turned bright red in the cheeks at what they saw. “Hey! Put that thing away!”

[http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/leggy-lamb and http://the-conservatory.wikia.com/wiki/Leggy\_Lamb

http://looneytunes.wikia.com/wiki/Melissa\_Duck

http://looneytunes.wikia.com/wiki/Penelope\_Pussycat

http://looneytunes.wikia.com/wiki/Petunia\_Pig

And, for fun: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WFHKFK2xQo]

“Can’t, doll,” Bugs answered apologetically. “That’s how I figured out what sort of picture we’re in. I’ve starred in a few in my day, of course, back when I was just getting started. We used to call ‘em ‘stag films,’ and had to keep ‘em on the downlow. These days, they’re a lot more mainstream.” Throwing a knowing glance at Wile E., who did his best to ignore the grey-and-white rabbit, Bugs grinned and leaned back against his pole, doing his best to relax, apparently completely unashamed at having his ‘assets’ out on display. “It’s a skinflick,” he concluded with a shrug, even as Tina and the others blushed even more furiously as they realized what he meant. “Not that I mind, really: Wile E.’s banged me plenty of times, and I’ve never had reason to complain about his performance. He’s hot, he’s hung, and, seriously, check out that hot butt of his. Since we toons can’t get diseases either, there’s nothin’ to worry about on that front, even for the human kid,” he added, eyeing the wimple-wearing blonde teen approvingly. “Mmm, robbing the cradle a bit with that one, aren’t you, Wile E.? Can’t say that I blame you, though…but where was I? Oh yeah, ‘cause toons don’t get STDs, most of us old-timers never picked up on the habit of keeping condoms around. Seriously, child support’s where most of my income goes these days, and I still get approached by kids young enough to be my great-great-grandchildren, all of ‘em wantin’ a squirt of the old carrot juice.” Bugs caught Tina’s eye, noting the look of impatience there, and cleared his throat, cutting to the chase. “What I’m tryin’ ta tell you is, I hope you gals are on the pill, or had your periods recently. Otherwise, when Wile E.’s through with you, as much as I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy the fun before, I can’t promise the same about the results afterward.”

“You’re saying,” said Petunia Pig with slow-dawning horror, “that we’re all going to be raped?”

“In a nutshell?” Bugs queried rhetorically. “Yeah. Pretty thoroughly, too: Wile E.’s ravenous all right, but not the way your boards meant, kid.”

Giving his helpless prisoners a sly glance, showing just the barest hint of razor-sharp teeth, Wile E. turned a dial on his control panel, then nodded in satisfaction as an image blurred into view in the central part of the massive viewscreen. As soon as the picture was comprehensible, Tina’s beak dropped open, and Melissa Duck swallowed, her cheeks turning quite pink.

“Daffy!”

Suspended from the ceiling of a padded cell was, in fact, Daffy Duck, his body quite effectively secured by a meshwork of straps. Over his head was a VR rig, covering all his senses completely, while numerous points on his black-feathered body had suction cups stuck to them, providing a direct neural feed. Over Daffy’s bright red, slender bird’s penis was a tight-fitting plastic cylinder, while beneath the upraised feathers of his tail, a quite sizable dildo could be seen, held on the end of a long mechanical arm, which kept the buzzing device pumping.

“Dr. Coyote felt that this subject was far too tense and hostile for face-to-face interaction,” Hello Nurse explained in that same warm-yet-clinical manner she typically conveyed when she was working. “So we put him in an isolation chamber, complete with full sensory input and a series of stimulation programs, to help adjust his attitude.”

Even as Hello Nurse finished her explanation, Daffy’s trimly-muscled black body shuddered, his hips bucking, before the plastic tube was suddenly filled with a gush of white duck sauce.

“The patient is responding quite well to his treatment,” Hello Nurse concluded, not seeming to notice how watching their boyfriend, past and present, made Melissa and Tina squirm…to say nothing of the effect it had on the others. “But that wasn’t why I called you here, Dr. Coyote. While I applaud your using some visual stimulation to help our patients understand that everything that you’re planning is for their benefit, there’s no telling what sort of harm those mercenaries might have done while…”

Holding up a finger, halting Hello Nurse’s words, Wile E. frowned a moment as he fiddled with the controls, then nodded in satisfaction as the image of Daffy shrank down, then slid off to one side of the main viewscreen, allowing another video feed to take its place. This one did, indeed, show Batgirl, naked save for her cowl, her lean, tightly-muscled body on full display as she was strapped on all-fours to a long padded examination table. Another few flicks of his fingers, and several different views of the helpless redhead popped up alongside the main side-on view, including several that showed how her back dimples stood out more prominently every time she jerked against her bonds, her small, tight rear with its tightly clasped lower lips, and tense pucker gyrating with her movements, putting on quite an arousing show for the cameras.

Also putting on quite a show were the Puma Sisters!

[http://www.writeups.org/puma-sisters-dominion-tank-police-shirow/]

“Enhancements?” scoffed Anna Puma disdainfully as she lovingly caressed her hands under, then over Batgirl’s smallish, streamlined breasts, then slowly tweaked then rolled the teen’s large aureoles and perked nipples between her skilled fingertips, making the redhead wince and shudder, visibly resisting the arousal these touches brought her. “Don’t be ridiculous: she’s perfect as she is. All she needs is a little improvement, our way. That gene-revision retrovirus cocktail we found will be perfect for the job.”

“But that would change everything,” pouted Uni Puma, squeezing Batgirl’s tight buns between her hands, then rolling them outward, keeping slightly to the side, as though she was perfectly well-aware that she was being watched by remote video feed – knew it, and knew just how stunning both she and her co-stars were. “All I’m saying is that a pair of ears and a kitty tail would be enough. Look!” And at this she reached down, apparently deliberately thrusting out her muscular (though as-yet still bikini-clad) bottom toward the camera, her long hair only barely covering her rounded buns, before she stood up once more, holding what looked, at first glance, like a furry tentacle with a sort of metal plug on one end. “I even found the perfect tail for her!”

“Don’t you dare…” Batgirl tried to threaten, before gritting her teeth, drawing in a hissing breath as Uni Puma, completely undaunted by threats, squirted a liberal dollop of water-based lubricant from a nearby bottle onto the metal plug, then, with surprising smoothness, popped the plug into Batgirl’s tiny rosette. For just a moment, Batgirl’s anal ring resisted, then began to yield, then parted, the red-haired teen’s eyes and mouth going wide as she was so suddenly violated. As soon as the plug was in, the watchers in Wile E. Coyote’s control center could clearly see the ring of tight muscle clamp down around the base of the new ‘tail’ Batgirl was suddenly sporting: a tiger-striped number, long and fluffy.

“Doesn’t she look precious?” Uni Puma declared, while Anna Puma reluctantly gave up her fun with Batgirl’s breasts to walk over and inspect her sister’s handiwork.

“Well,” the other twin admitted reluctantly, “she does look awfully cute with fur-on-flesh. Add some ears, and you’re probably right: she’d be adorable; a perfect anime catgirl. Still, your way involves some invasive surgery, and we both know that’s no fun. Mine just takes a single injection.” So saying, Anna Puma held up a very large syringe, filled right up to the brim with a green-colored liquid. “I could just jab her right in this cute tushie,” she patted Batgirl’s bottom, making the human girl whimper softly as she fought to resist showing weakness, despite the fact that Anna Puma’s light tough had activated the vibrating feature of the tail-themed anal plug, “and she’d be changing into a proper kittycat in a few hours at most.”

“I do like what Wile E.’s done with that formula,” Uni Puma relented slightly from her position. “Completely reversible now, and a lot faster-acting than it was before. Turns men into real hunks, and makes women even more gorgeous!” Then she pouted. “But we’ve only got one vial! Sure, maybe this cutie’s worth it,” she continued, making Batgirl grit her teeth as the blonde gynoid tugged on the tail, then twisted it just so, “but what if we get another cutie we want to play with? What then? At least my way’s pretty easy to do, as many times as we want, and this lab can do all the work in a couple minutes.”

[http://dcau.wikia.com/wiki/Tyger,\_Tyger]

“But it’s permanent,” Anna Puma protested. “At least, unless we do some more surgery, and that’s not cool at all! I think…”

“I think,” said another, more dominant female voice, as the door to the surgical lab slid open, a shapely silhouette falling across the Puma Sisters, “that you should both just leave the little bat to me.” Catwoman – Selina Kyle – stepped fully into the room, rocking her skintight matte grey costume, and knowing it perfectly well. “She’s my prize, after all.”

“Aw,” pouted both Puma Sisters, their ears drooping as they reluctantly backed away from the table. Anna Puma didn’t resist, either, when Selina deftly nabbed the syringe from her fingers.

“Don’t be like that,” Catwoman cooed sympathetically as she tapped the end of the needle, making sure there were no air bubbles. “After all, I don’t mind sharing my toys. Just as long as we all understand who’s toy she is.” Selina arched an eyebrow as she turned her attention to Uni Puma, then to Anna Puma. “Reversible, you said?”

“Yeah,” agreed Uni Puma. “Wile E. fixed the stuff. Of course, he’s the only one with the antidote, but that’s par for the course around here.”

“Naturally,” Selina said with a sigh, before reaching up with her free hand, and peeling back her full-head mask, giving her head a shake afterward to free her wavy golden locks. “I remember what this stuff did to me the last time, and I have to admit: it felt pretty good, after I got past the change itself. If it hadn’t been a permanent sort of change, I think I might have enjoyed it quite a lot.”

Jaws dropping, the Puma Sisters traded a glance, then watched in disbelief as Selina Kyle slowly peeled her skintight bodysuit down her body, stretching it past her shoulders, then doing a slow, sensual shimmy as she caressed her hands down her lithe, supple form.

“Wow,” purred Anna Puma.

“You said it,” agreed Uni Puma.

Batgirl didn’t say anything besides some rough panting (though that could hardly be helped – that vibrating tail was driving her nuts!), but she wholeheartedly agreed: Selina Kyle was a gorgeous woman, so self-confident and self-assured. She knew what she wanted, and would do whatever it took to get it. Right now, standing naked before the three of them, and whoever was watching through those cameras all around the room, the woman known as Catwoman looked radiant.

“No tan lines,” Selina quipped with a teasing smirk, caressing the undersides of her breasts with the tip of one nail, her smooth, pale skin seeming to almost glow in the dim light of the mostly powered-down lab. “That’s because, like most cats, I’m nocturnal.” She looked at the syringe, then shrugged. “Here goes nothing.”

Gasping softly as the needle penetrated tender, naked flesh, Selina grit her teeth and depressed the plunger. It seemed like a long time for the green liquid to work its way from cold glass into warm blood, during which the Puma Sisters and Batgirl couldn’t help but watch, entranced, eyes feasting up and down every part of Selina Kyle’s supermodel-perfect body.

“You know,” Selina continued after the syringe was completely empty, setting it aside on a nearby table, “it’s a wonder my birth control pills held up the last time I was dosed with that stuff. Just a few minutes in, and I was so desperately horny, I just couldn’t help myself. I hadn’t even begun changing before I’d backed that hot hunk of a catman, Tygrus, into a corner, and had my way with him,” the Puma Sisters gulped nervously as Selina approached them, taking a step back, only to discover their bottoms bumped into a glass cabinet, “again,” one hand slipped between Anna Puma’s thighs, making the cat-eared gynoid gasp softly, “and again,” the other hand joined the fun, this time against Uni Puma’s flushed and very moist sex, drawing a similar gasp and then a moan from the other twin, “and again. We were still shagging while I transformed. Probably a good thing, since it cleared my head enough for me to think rationally about my change, and get an antidote while I still could…rather than trying to get Batman and Tygrus into a threesome while the process became permanent.”

Turning slightly, her hands still pressed tight against the dripping wet slits of the Puma Sisters, now rubbing quite vigorously until the twins were forced to lean on each other for support, their bikini bottoms thoroughly soaked, Selina smiled as she admired Batgirl’s bottom, then the nicely moist little cunny beneath. She did look quite cute with a tail, and a pair of ears would certainly complete the look for her pet. Ah, but Selina knew well the pain of a permanent change, and couldn’t bring herself to inflict it on the precious teen…which wasn’t to say she wasn’t going to inflict a lot else on Batgirl’s smoking hot buns!

“Batman’s pretty well-hung himself,” Selina continued, seemingly unruffled, though she couldn’t resist a smirk at the way the information got Batgirl’s cunny nice and puffy, while the teen started squirming harder, ostensibly to try and escape the straps holding her on all-fours on the examination table, but the show she was putting on was far too fine not to enjoy. “Big and thick and very smooth. Circumcised, like most Americans. He takes to lovemaking like he does to everything else: very dedicated, and very skilled, so you can’t help but cum your brains out, over and over and over again. At the start, there’s this strong sense of him trying to hold everything in, to not let go of whatever inner demons he’s always fighting. Once you hit just the right spot, though – wham! – he turns into this feral beast, all aggressive and dominant. If I can’t get past that outer shell, he’s a fun lay, but nothing all that special. Work my way into his true self, though, mmm,” she licked her lips, slipping her fingers beneath the bikini bottoms of the Puma Sisters to give them a well-aimed thrust of her fingers, making the twins cry out as a surprise orgasm overtook them both, as hard and fast and sudden as an ocean wave.

Turning, her fingers slipping free, Selina strode back toward the entryway of the lab, putting a little extra sway in her hips – a “catwalk step,” known to models everywhere – then bent forward as she reached the duffel bag resting there, right where she’d set it on entry. Bending over, nice and slow, deliberately thrusting her flawless rear outward – she was quite smooth, save for a neatly-trimmed triangle of blonde curls (keeping the pubes well-groomed being standard behavior for “capes” on both sides, since the skintight costumes they typically wore could show off some rather embarrassing sights) – Selina parted the flaps of the bag, tilting it slightly, making sure the cameras caught sight of a volleyball-sized, pearlescent orb…but only for a moment, long enough for Wile E. Coyote’s eyes to widen as he saw that Catwoman had once again been successful in a private mission he’d given her. Another deft movement of her hands, and the orb was covered up, while instead Selina drew out another, smaller bag, this one of fine black silk, which she tossed on the presently unoccupied table for surgical instruments positioned next to the examination table on which Batgirl was positioned.

“Pick out some of your favorites,” Selina invited, untying the bag and opening it wide to the eager eyes of Anna Puma and Uni Puma. “Then we can start playing.”

Turning her head, Batgirl gasped at what she saw inside the bag: sex toys. Even with as little personal experience in such matters as she had, she’d encountered enough of them in her line of work to have a fairly decent idea of the purpose of the numerous implements and blunt instruments over which the Puma Sisters were already pawing greedily.

“Look, sister!” exclaimed Anna Puma, lifting what looked like a three-pronged boomerang from the bag, then holding it aloft like a prize trophy. “It’s a three-way!”

“Purr-fect, dear sister,” purred Uni Puma, stepping in close to her twin, her hands going to Anna Puma’s still-clothed breasts, kneading them lovingly, before smoothly sliding around to the back, and undoing the nearly invisible clasp. Smiling at her sister, Anna Puma was content to let Uni Puma slowly disrobe her, stroking her bikini bottoms down her lovely legs, all within easy view of Batgirl’s wide-open eyes. Once on the floor, Uni Puma arched her back up into Anna Puma’s hands, Anna Puma stroking her sister like a real cat, but on one of those strokes, Anna Puma so casually undid Uni Puma’s top, while Uni Puma caught it with her hands, curving her whole body upward, letting Batgirl see as she let the skimpy garment slide from her body, baring her full, buoyant breasts. Another stroke of those hands, another sinuous curve of Uni Puma’s supple body, and her bottoms were sliding down her legs, joining Anna Puma’s scant clothes on the floor of the laboratory.

“Here’s the fun part,” murmured Selina, one of her hands patting Batgirl’s bottom, getting the teen’s attention, before she slid her palm smoothly between the younger girl’s buns, then over the redhead’s snug, presented quim. “Mmm,” she said softly, working her fingers into Batgirl’s tender labia, drawing moans from the girl’s unwilling lips. “You’re so tight…but you’re also so wet. I’ll have to give you even odds at being able to take that big toy. If you manage it, though, you’ll be about ready for Wile E. Coyote,” she turned her head to smile at Batgirl, even as the teen looked up with a start of shock, “knot and all. Don’t give me that look: every good owner of a pedigree pet is always on the lookout for a proper stud. It’s only natural that I’d pick one who’s smart as well as physically fit. I’d give you to Shere Khan, but he doesn’t like humans. Bowser or Ganon would make decent secondary options, but they’re just too darn big: they’d ruin a tight little thing like you. Wile E., though? He’s just right.”

Watching the viewscreen, Leggy Lamb, whimpering despite herself as she squirmed against the pole to which she was chained, her legs pressed tightly together, couldn’t take her eyes off the coyote in question…or the huge slab of red doggy meat standing proud and erect from between his lean runner’s legs. Just right? No way…there was just no way…he couldn’t possibly intend to put that into…

“OOH!”

It was Uni Puma, lifting her bum high as her sister drove one prong of the three-way dildo downward, almost straight down, into the other Puma Sister’s greedily-clenching cunny. Turning her downward pushing into a smooth, single action, Anna Puma turned, until her legs were to either side of her sister, like a pair of scissors. Then she thrust herself downward, taking another prong of the three-way into her own quim, crying out just as loudly as Uni Puma had.

“It’s…moving,” Anna Puma got out as she began to hyperventilate.

“Memory plastic,” answered Catwoman, already starting to look more than a little furry around the edges as she withdrew her hand from Batgirl’s cunny, then circled the teen, her other hand lovingly caressing Barbara’s red-haired head, like she really was just a treasured pet. “It’s adjusting to the perfect fit inside of you. But since you’re always moving inside, it’s constantly changing its shape to provide maximum stimulation.” Turning her face down, she smiled at Batgirl, then slowly, teasingly, licked her lips; Barbara could already see the little barbs forming on that bright pink tongue. “Try it out on my pet. I’m sure she’ll love it just as much as you both do.”

“No,” Batgirl protested, shaking her head. “No, you can’t do this! You can’t treat me like I’m…”

“But you are,” Selina interrupted, fingers tightening in Barbara’s hair. This was the only warning Batgirl had, before the Puma Sisters, acting in perfect synchronicity, turned their bottoms toward her, the third prong of the three-way dildo finding her tender sex with unerring aim. A hard thrust, and Batgirl’s mouth opened wide with a loud wail as she was penetrated, then slowly filled, right up to the brim.

“I knew you had it in you,” purred Selina, muffling Barbara’s wail by squeezing the teen’s mouth firmly against her own soaked quim, already starting to become fragrant with the exotic, spicy musk of a feline in heat. “As soon as you come into season, I’m going to put you up for stud. Mmm, just like that…good girl…I’ve never had a litter of puppies to take care of before…but I think I’ll rather like the experience…especially since…you’ll be the one…giving…birth!”

Turning from the viewscreen just as Selina’s back arched with her first orgasm, breathing hard and ragged like a starved animal, the look in Wile E. Coyote’s eyes made all of his prisoners, even the feisty and defiant Tina Russo, cringe away from him, as frightened as they were aroused. Even Hello Nurse stepped back until her shapely behind was squeezed against the far wall: she’d never seen her boss so feral, so savage. He was like a wild beast! Of them all, only Bugs showed no signs of being frightened. In fact, his only expressions were his usual knowing smirk…and his own fiercely erect rabbitcock, easily the equal of Wile E.’s penis in general size, though Bugs’ was quite humanlike, besides its uniform pink color outside of his sheath, while Wile E.’s was like that of a four-legged coyote: pointed at the tip, plump and bulbous in the middle, and very bulbous indeed at the base, where his knot ballooned out. Bugs knew just what was coming, and he wasn’t afraid of it – instead, it was turning him on!

“Oh no,” Bridget exclaimed with a tremor in his sweet, high-pitched voice. “Get back! Get-Ah!”

Snarling, Wile E. seized Bridget’s shoulder, his mind already enflamed with the idea of violating a lovely young human. Whirling the beautiful young blonde around, one of Wile E.’s large paws caught the hem of the teen’s short blue dress, and smoothly stroked it up, baring Bridget’s pure white panties…and also something more.

Blinking, surprised, the genius coyote momentarily forgot his bestial lust, leaning down to snuffle along the curve of Bridget’s firm, feminine bum…and then to the plump little bulge in the front of the blonde teen’s panties. Bridget was frozen in place with a confusing mix of lust and shame and fear all rolled together, all of these feelings just intensifying as he felt the coyote’s startlingly massive paws hook into the waist of his panties…and roll them slowly down, first popping over his taut, pert bottom, then sliding them down to his knees.

“Huh,” quipped Bugs Bunny, eyebrows going up, “I gotta admit, Doc: I didn’t see that one coming, and I’m something of an expert on crossdressing.”

“I’m a boy!” protested Bridget loudly. “It’s obvious, isn’t it? I mean, just because I dress the way my parents always made me…ah! Aah! OOOOOH!”

SLUUUURP!

Ignoring the noises the tight little teen was making as irrelevant, Wile E. gripped the boy’s buns, spreading them wide. What did he care if he had a human boy rather than a human girl for his first victim? His tongue told him his prey was squeaky clean, probably from a vigorous cleansing regime, and even the lightest touch made it obvious that he was tight. As his tongue squeezed, slowly but surely, into Bridget’s bottom, the moans he drew from this supple boy were more than reward enough to his ears…but the rest of him was still hungry.

[What Wile E. saw: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Octoboy/225029/Bridgets-Booty and http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/EroticFuneral/123319/More-of-Mai-Wifu

What he expected: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/RaliugaXXX/296266/Bridget-Fan-Art

What he got: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/EroticFuneral/76633/Mah-Wifu and http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/EroticFuneral/91961/Mai-Waifu

And after he’s done with what he got: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Laberinto8/508892/Bridget and https://www.tumblr.com/safe-mode?url=http://khexxi.tumblr.com/post/160055617533/quick-bridget

With the chains lengthening at Wile E.’s lightest touch, until he was bent almost double, forced to grip the wooden pole for support, Bridget could only pant and moan like an especially tight little girl as the tongue withdrew, and was momentarily replaced by a single thick, furry digit. That questing finger easily found a little bump inside of the bubble-bottomed blonde British boy, a walnut-sized nodule of flesh that, when stroked just so, made Bridget’s whole body start to tremble and grow slick with sweat, spurts of precum splattering against the well-polished wood of the pole in front of him. His mind was blank now, except for the pleasure, all his senses overwhelmed so easily, his young body completely unprepared for the raw skill and bestial passion of an old, experienced, cunning beast like Wile E. Coyote. So caught up was the boy in the grip of this rush of sensation that he hardly noticed as Wile E. straightened up behind him, fisting his meaty red rocket, then teased it into place. That is, he didn’t notice…until Wile E. Coyote’s first thrust.

At first, as the coyote sank his shaft into Bridget’s bum, Bridget couldn’t say anything, couldn’t do anything, could only hug the wooden pole before him as though it were his last hold on sanity – on life itself! Wile E. wasn’t rough about it, not after the shock of discovering that he’d fallen into a ‘trap’ had brought him up short, made his rational mind kick back into play, at least partially, but he was forceful, and he was determined, and he was going to get every last meaty inch of him into this boy’s virgin tight butt if it was the last thing he ever did!

The moment Wile E.’s knot bumped against Bridget’s tightly-stretched anal ring, the boy started to gasp for air, then began sucking in great lungfuls, his cute, uncut little prick leaking heavily, right below his tight-muscled tummy (a degree of tone, actually, that he often disliked seeing in the mirror, thinking it unattractive, even though it was simply a natural result of his constant physical training). Another hard thrust, back, and then forward, and Bridget had the air knocked out of him, his mouth left gaping like a fish out of water.

Grinning like the mad genius he was, Wile E. sensed his prey’s distress, and rather than providing relief, he began to increase it, grinding his hips, working his skinny runner’s buns just the way Bugs had taught him during their many tête-à-têtes together. Unlike Bugs, who did such things based on feel and pure practical experience, Wile E. had carefully studied every part of the inner anatomy of every species with whom he might enjoy sexual congress. He’d taken an act of raw passion, and studied it in the most minute detail, bringing science into the bedroom (and anywhere else that the act might take place), using his mind for one of its most important purposes: as the most important of all the sex organs. With that knowledge, Wile E. shifted the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly, hitting spots inside the human teen that few people, even the mythical Bugs himself, didn’t know existed (though some, like the aforementioned Bugs, could hit them with pretty decent consistency all the same). These pleasure-giving pressure points soon proved too much for Bridget, and in moments the boy was crying out, loud and long, as his first orgasm overtook him, blasting his mind in a single instant, his entire world narrowing down to what that wicked coyote’s penis, shoved almost to the hilt in Bridget’s smooth insides.

But Wile E. Coyote wasn’t done with his smooth human prey just yet. No, not by a long shot! With that first orgasm as the signal, Wile E. snarled, baring all his sexy-sharp teeth, and began to thrust. No, not merely thrusting – he was humping the boy, pounding Bridget’s butt, making his smooth pink buns bounce, even as they quickly began to turn a bright red from the rapidfire impact of furry hips against upturned smooth skin. Bridget’s penis bounced forward and back with each machinegun jerk of Wile E.’s waist, as did Wile E.’s heavy balls, which swung and smacked against the back of Bridget’s sac with every long stroke.

“Please,” Bridget somehow managed to gasp out breathlessly. “Please!”

Whether he was begging for mercy, begging for Wile E. to stop, or begging for swift release, nobody would ever know, least of all Bridget. Moments after the human found his voice, Wile E. gave an especially vigorous thrust of his hips…and though Bugs Bunny was a reasonable distance away, he could swear he heard the ‘pop’ of Wile E.’s knot as it sank into Bridget’s bottom, hilting the coyote in the sizzling sweet heat of the boy’s inner depths.

As soon as Wile E. knotted Bridget, the blonde teen started to wail like a choirboy, raising his sweet voice high. Soon that voice became a birdlike warble as Wile E., now knotted, started to hump him harder, faster, his chest and belly squeezed tight against his prey’s back. Every thrust was shorter now, more savage in intensity, more determined in purpose. With so much feral ferocity filling his mind and soul and body, it was only a matter of seconds before Bridget’s fingers dug little gouges in the smooth wood, crying out yet again in his sweet, girlish voice as he painted the grain white with another pulsing orgasm. This time, Wile E. joined him, his lips curling upward even as he raised his muzzle high, giving a deep, throaty grunt as he came as well, pumping his preything right to the brim.

Soon, Bridget’s toned tummy started to swell, all that coyotecum unable to escape with Wile E.’s cock plugging it all in. Whining cutely, Bridget squirmed his cute little butt, but all in vain: he was stuck until Wile E.’s knot relaxed, and with the boy was wriggling, that wasn’t happening anytime soon!

Breathing hard, the edge of Wile E.’s mouth curled up in a wicked smirk, before he reached out, and disengaged Bridget’s manacles with a light touch of his fingers. Of course, his creations knew their master, and responded instantly as they were supposed to, now that he didn’t have to work with the shoddy Acme equipment with which he’d been forced to cope for most of his life. There were, after all, significant advantages in working for the Council of Evil. A thought niggled at the back of his mind as he lifted Bridget up, slipping his hands beneath the boy’s knees, holding him suspended on his rigid coyotecock as he turned around and started to walk toward the room’s door: was Bugs right? Was he only succeeding because he was in it for the sex?

Giving a short snort of derision, dismissing the thought as absurd, Wile E. stalked from the room, glancing at Hello Nurse as he passed, Bridget bouncing with every step, and then motioned with his muzzle toward a nearby locker, before stepping outside, the door hissing shut behind him. Blinking, the blonde bombshell bent forward (much to Bugs’ pleasure) and opened the locker…only for a pile of wooden signs to come tumbling out. Putting one hand over her mouth in surprise at this discovery, Hello Nurse began to pick up the signs, one by one. They read as follows:

STUCK!

THIS KID’S TIGHT!

WHEN MY KNOT GOES DOWN…

THE REST OF YOU ARE REALLY GONNA GET IT!

-LOVE

Wile E. Coyote

“Oh dear,” Hello Nurse murmured, not at all perturbed by Wile E.’s obvious intentions as she went to the control panel, and began adjusting the controls. “I suppose the rest of the experiments will have to wait a while, as will your treatments. But don’t worry: I’m sure that the doctor will be back soon.”

“I can hardly wait,” said Bugs, glancing wryly down at his persistent erection.

“I can!” protested Tina, starting to struggle once more against the manacles holding her securely to the wooden pole.

Choices

*Hellstation

1) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 24

(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 - 20

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 fate of the Rescue Rangers and the Mousekewitzs)

-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 - 21

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 1

*Castlevania and Environs

4) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 13

(50% chance of success for the Queen of Blades, best of 3; will include other characters)

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 - 8

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

7) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 15

*Other Locations

8) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested; a lot of "eating" will take place, though) - 21

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

10) More scenes in the Jungles of Rage – 3

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions)

Banjo (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Banjo) & Kazooie (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Kazooie) – 5 – they’re probably in the Jungle

Beast II (http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Beast\_II) – 2

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