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Entry 18

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Casino City

1) Make a break outside – 2

2) Break for the Barn’s main floor – 0

3) Fight it out – 4 – backup if #4 fails

-(45% chance, three successes to win, three failures to lose)

4) Sabotage the kitchen – 8 – win

-(40% chance, will throw the entire Barn into confusion on success)

Do we try to free and save prisoners while we’re there? Y/N – 11/1

Choosing “Y” will reduce our chances in each option by -5%. Saved prisoners will not join the active group unless voted in.

Do we have our anubian show off his secret power? Y/N – 6/5

+5% to whatever option wins, but he won’t be able to use it again for a while.

Sly Cooper Now/Later – 6/6 – tie vote, flipping a coin…Sly does not show up this time

Immediate Party Addition Votes:

Babs Bunny – 1

Bentley (Sly Cooper) – 2

Berri (http://conker.wikia.com/wiki/Berri) – 1

Buster Bunny – 1

Caramel Rabbit – 1

Daphne Blake – 1

Fifi LeFume – 1

Foxy Asso – 1

Goldie Pheasant – 2

Hobbes (http://wingcommander.wikia.com/wiki/Ralgha\_nar\_Hhallas) – 1

Lexi Bunny – 1

Lola Bunny – 1

Minerva Mink – 1

Mightyena (female, anthro) – 4

Misty (Pokemon) – 3

May (Pokemon) – 3

Murray (Sly Cooper) – 2

Dawn (Pokemon) – 3

Iris (Pokemon) – 3

Velma Dinkley – 3

Scooby Doo – 1

Sheema (http://questforglory.wikia.com/wiki/Shema) – 1

Shirley the Loon – 1

Three Little Pigs – 1

*Castlevania

In the dungeons, which scene should we see next? (Votes are reset)

Beast and Belle – 2

Bridget –

Brooklyn – 4

Cassandra and Sophitia –

Cutie Mark Crusaders (Applebloom, Babs Seed, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle) – 3

Jonathan Talbain – 1

Kasumi –

Kiara and Kovu gangbanged by werecats – 4

Midna –

Natsu and Taki –

Okami Amaterasu – 3

As for the rescue team, where do they go next?

A) Swim through the water pipes – 3

B) Ascend the secret stair to the living quarters above – 8 – winner

(where anyone not in the dungeon is kept, 60% chance of avoiding notice)

C) Head to the guard barracks to wreak some mayhem – 3

D) Don’t mess around – go straight for Dracula – 0

E) Option Three – 0

If any roll to avoid notice fails, we will have to fight it out at a 55% chance of success, four successes or three failures to decide the matter. On a loss, one character will no longer be available for our use, selected randomly or as most appropriate.

Immediate Party Addition:

Randomly-selected Character – 1

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

Alphys (http://undertale.wikia.com/wiki/Alphys) – 5 – to be included

Anna Puma and Uni Puma (http://www.absoluteanime.com/tank\_police/sisters.htm) – 5 - soon

Articuno (mythic encounter) – 4

Batarians (Mass Effect) – 2

Cha Cha and Kayamba (http://monsterhunter.wikia.com/wiki/MH3U:\_Shakalaka\_Warriors\_Guide) – 3

Doggo (Undertale) – 4

Drakengard dragons (make any desired suggestions for additions) – 1

-Angelus

-Gabriella

-Legna

-Mikhail/Michael

Elemental and Elder Dragons (Etrian Odyssey, mythic encounter) – 6 – will be included

Elesa (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Elesa) – 3

Fallen One (Etrian Odyssey) – 2

Flannery (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Flannery) – 3

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

Gardevoir (Pokemon) – 2

Goris the Deathclaw (Fallout) – 2

Harle (Chrono Cross) – 1

HK-47 (Star Wars KOTOR) – 4

Isabelle (animalcrossing.wikia.com/wiki/Isabelle) – 5 – will join

Jiralhanae (HALO) – 1

Katt (Breath of Fire 2) – 5 – slated for appearance

Kid (Chrono Cross) – 1

Knyght (Monster Hunter…sort of - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PZPlyxbmzE&feature=youtu.be) – 4

Krogans – 6 – they will appear

Lopunny (Pokemon) – 2

Lucario (Pokemon) – 2

Lynx (http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Lynx) – 3

Master Chief (HALO) – 2

Medicham (Pokemon) – 2

Naga the White Serpent (http://kanzaka.wikia.com/wiki/Naga\_the\_Serpent) – 3

Sangheili (aka Elites, HALO) – 6 – will come into play

Sans (Undertale) – 2

Serge (http://chrono.wikia.com/wiki/Serge) – 3

Shelly (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Shelly) – 3

Shendu (Jackie Chan Adventures) – 2

The Six Dragons (Chrono Cross) – 1

Tai Lung (Kung-fu Panda) – 6 – joins the villains

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

Teepo (Breath of Fire 3) – 6 – added, but side is ambiguous

Tigerishka (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The\_Wanderer\_%28Leiber\_novel%29) – 5 – cameo

Turians (Mass Effect) – 5 – will appear

Undyne (http://undertale.wikia.com/wiki/Undyne) – 5 – comes into play

Ursa (Gummi Bears) – 6 – will appear soon

Villager (Animal Crossing, Smash Bros.) – 3

Characters Pending Appearance

Alduin (http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Alduin)

Asgore Dreemurr (Undertale)

Foxglove, Gadget Hackwrench, Tammy Squirrel (Chip ‘n Dale’s Rescue Rangers)

Kogenta (http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Kogenta)

Natsuki and Batanen (Hyper Police)

Po (Kung-Fu Panda)

Rei (Breath of Fire 3)

Road Rovers Team, Partial (List characters you want to see when you vote)

-Blitz

-Exile

-Colleen

-Hunter

Ryu (Breath of Fire 3)

StarFox Team, Partial (list characters you want to see when you vote):

-Bill Gray

-Falco Lombardi

-Fara Phoenix

-Fay Spaniel

-Katt Monroe

-Miyu Lynx

Tail Concerto Characters

-Alicia

-Beluga Damiens (http://redthehunter.wikia.com/wiki/B%C3%A9luga\_Damiens)

-Cyan

-Flare

-Princess Theria

-Stair

-Waffle

Toriel (http://undertale.wikia.com/wiki/Toriel)

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

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

Master Tigress/Renamon interaction (futanari Renamon suggested) – 4

Master Tigress/Okami pairing – 2

Boss, the charr engineer, becomes a voyeur with Riva – 2

Krystal starts training someone in her mental arts (suggestions pending) – 1

Wolf Linkle (Rule 63 Link) – 3

C-3PO vs. Mettaton deathmatch – 1

Tails/Krystal – 1

Carmelita/Rocket – 2

Taking crew measurements on the ship – 3

Pleasure Island casino, a place for transformations – 3

Angela develops a bondage fetish – 4

Gigginox attack! (http://monsterhunter.wikia.com/wiki/Gigginox) – 1

Genderswap Zeke – 1

Genderswap Stallion – 1

Scooby Doo breeds Daphne and Velma – 4

Genderswap Minerva Mink – 1

Princess Elsa wears black leather – 1

Pending Scenes

Mythological Encounter

Mirage/Carmelita – ongoing

Master Tigress demands a rematch with Jon Talbain

Bunnygirl’ed Raven

Cheshirespace and Coyote (Mythic encounter)

Jon Talbain/Bambi

Zeke/Jon Talbain/Amaterasu wolfsome

Author Notes

This is the first time I’ve ever had a reader say they were voting for all the characters. Just in the nick of time, too: a lot of the characters on the list were just about to hit the chopping block.

UFC Entry 18

“S-stop doin’ that, sugar-griff,” Applejack stammered out as, yet again, Gilda leaned over and did her level best to engulf the pony’s closest breast in her beak; naturally this effort failed, but Gilda didn’t seem inclined to stop trying every few steps…when she wasn’t trying to do the same to Samus Aran’s breasts, that is. “Those’re a might sensitive right now.”

For her part, Samus Aran didn’t say anything. After the last round of slurping from the greedy griffin, both her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and she wasn’t in the mood to attract further attention, her cheeks at least as flushed as Applejack’s right then. Not that Gilda forgot Samus, of course: her tufted tail stroked up and down the bounty hunter’s smooth inner thighs again and again, driving Samus well on the way to total distraction.

“Dash taught me a whole lot about friendship back on our home planet,” Gilda purred after pulling her beak off of Applejack’s breast with a loud and very deliberate pop. “After the foursome with Dash, Pinkie, and Greta, I gotta admit: I’ve been pretty devoted to the cause ever since.” Her talons reached down, seizing firm hold of Applejack’s firmly-rounded rump, and she grinned up at the slightly taller mare while squeezing her more modest breasts against Applejack’s mythic cleavage. “Just bad luck I ended up as a villain this time around, I guess. But villain or not, I can tell a friendship problem when I see one, and you two dweebs just need to screw and make up.”

Samus Aran and Applejack had, in point of fact, been sniping back and forth at each other all the way to Rainbow Dash’s quarters, where Gilda Griffin was held. As it turned out, to both girls’ surprise, Gilda wasn’t restrained in any form or fashion. The door wasn’t even securely locked, and could have quite easily been forced if the griffon girl had been so inclined. Gilda, however, wasn’t so inclined. Actually, she didn’t seem terribly concerned about whatever was being planned for her: Rainbow Dash was there, and she trusted her pony friend implicitly, no matter what might happen. Because of her confidence, the moment two gorgeous, large-breasted babes had shown up at the door, Gilda just assumed that her blue-furred friend must have sent them by as “room service.”

Whatever Gilda’s assumptions might be, however, her sudden latching onto both girls’ teats had quite effectively put an end to their bickering. Now, rather than shooting hard words at each other as they sort-of escorted their prisoner down the hall to the engine room’s large central meeting area, Applejack and Samus Aran kept shooting covert glances each others’ way, glances that each of them half-hoped the other wouldn’t notice (even though they both very much did).

Gilda was just letting one of her yellow talons caress the outside of one of Samus’ thighs, slowly teasing its way inward (and making the blonde bounty hunter bombshell flush even more furiously as she threw another covert glance at Applejack), when they reached the engine bay door, which slid open automatically, throwing the threesome into the brighter light of the larger room.

“Dash!” exclaimed Gilda the moment she saw the petite pegasus.

“Gilda!” Rainbow Dash returned, and the next thing anyone knew, the pair were kissing with wild abandon almost in the middle of the room. Gilda’s talons went to Rainbow Dash’s blue booty, fingers digging into the other girl’s tight buns, clawtips pricking sensitive pony flesh, while Rainbow Dash returned the favor, though her squeezing and caressing of Gilda’s firm furry tush was far more gentle, even lovingly aaffectionate.

“I missed you, Gilda,” said Rainbow Dash as the pair broke their kiss momentarily, before making Gilda moan as she started kissing her way down the griffin girl’s feathery neck. “I missed you so much!”

“Dash…” panted Gilda, letting herself be lain back onto one of the numerous blankets Tails and Rainbow Dash had been spreading around the engine room bay while the others had been busy elsewhere. “Ah – Dash!”

Gilda’s cries rose in pitch as well as volume as Rainbow Dash started kissing her way down the griffin’s beautiful body, making Gilda’s keening grow steadily louder, until it suddenly became a loud screech as the rainbow-maned mare plunged her muzzle between Gilda’s spread thighs.

“Yeah! Oh yeah! Dash! Keep it up, Dash! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!”

Both Applejack and Samus Aran were watching closely, Samus biting her lower lip, while Applejack chewed on the brim of her Stetson, which she gripped between her hands, almost covering her breasts. The pair then looked at each other, blue eyes meeting green. After a moment of awkward silence, only punctuated by the luscious sounds of Rainbow Dash happily eating out her oldest friend, Applejack put her hat back on her head, and squared her shoulders, inadvertently causing her breasts to thrust out just that much more (and very nearly making Tails, seated nearby, die of terminal nosebleed in the process).

“Ya know,” she began, clearing her throat. “I reckon we got off on the wrong foot, sugarcube. Whaddya say that we-mmph!”

Samus, being Samus, hadn’t bothered to wait for Applejack to finish her sentence before she was kissing the other girl right on the muzzle, their full, bounteous boobs squeezed tightly together. Applejack only paused for a moment, her green eyes wide in shock at this sudden oral assault, before those eyes grew heavy-lidded, then closed altogether as she started to kiss the blonde human back.

By the laws of cosmic probability, it was only natural that at that very moment, the young ensign Bambi would walk through the door, just in time to be greeted by the view of two interspecies, same-sex couples vigorously grinding against each other on the blanket-strewn floor of the engine room. He’d been sent down by Krystal to check on what the other members of the crew were doing, prompted when Elh didn’t come immediately back from her visit to the brig, and to give them a report on how she and Master Tigress were handling Princess Luna’s cleansing in her quarters. What he discovered, however, left him speechless: Rainbow Dash working her hips while scissored tightly against Gilda’s throbbing pussy, while facing Applejack, who was doing the same with Samus (though Samus was facing in the opposite direction from Gilda). Apparently it hadn’t taken long for the two competitive ponies to turn this act of lovemaking into yet another contest of skill as well as will.

“Gilda’s gonna pop long before Samus does,” Rainbow Dash challenged.

“You’re on, sugarcube!” Applejack accepted, both ponies gritting their teeth as they set themselves to tribidizing their respective partner into a pleasure-soaked oblivion.

On the opposite side from Bambi, Tails, as naked as the young deer prince, was sporting an erection as least as hard and leaky as Bambi’s own. The two boys caught each others’ eyes, blue meeting amber, before Bambi started to walk toward the twin-tailed fox. What, exactly, he’d been planning on doing next would remain unknown, as Gilda caught sudden hold of Bambi’s plump, white-furred balls, bringing the teenage buck to an instant and immediate halt.

“Get over here,” growled the almost ferally savage griffin girl, tugging Bambi toward her head, and then onto his knees before her, using his sac as a most effective leash. “I’m a screamer, so I need somthin’ to stick in my beak.” She turned her fierce eyes toward Tails, then gave the highly aroused foxboy a smirk and a toss of her tufted tail in invitation. “You too, flyboy.”

Tails didn’t need to be told twice! Hurrying over, Tails gasped as Gilda’s other talon grabbed his butt, just as the claws that had caught Bambi’s balls were now doing, stroking and squeezing and caressing each boy’s bum with slow, loving affection. Obviously Gilda was the sort who really appreciated an attractive tush, and though Bambi and Tails both had quite different builds, it was true that they both had gorgeous bottoms. Bambi’s was slim, trim, and sleek, a small runner’s bottom, without any excess fat, slender like the rest of him, and well-made for great leps and bounds through the forest for long distances. Tails’ tush, on the other hand, was more plush and rounded, well-worked thanks to his usual mode of achieving flight, which incidentally made his buns a lot more fun to squeeze, since it had a lot more meat on it.

Gritting her beak for a moment and giving a soft, feminine grunt as a wave of pleasure washed over her from Rainbow Dash’s grinding against her griffinbits, Gilda shafted both boy’s cocks in her talons then, making sure they were nice and hard and dripping with precum. Then, panting hard, her cheeks deeply flushed, she made eye contact with each boy in turn…and then popped both their slender, boyish pricks into her beak at the same time.

Most people would have been under the impression that a beakjob would be a painful experience. Under most circumstances, and from most other creatures, this might have been the case. A griffin’s beak, however, at least on the pony planet, tended to be far more fleshy than beaks on other worlds or on other species, which is how they were able to make use of others’ languages. They were still sharp-edged, though, and so Gilda had to pay at least marginal attention, in much the same way other creatures with proper lips had to pay attention to make sure they didn’t nick their partner with their teeth.

Gilda, however, was soon in total bliss, as were both Tails and Bambi, as the lithe griffiness let her eyes grow heavy-lidded, her head bobbing forward and back as she happily suckled both boys’ cocks together, her talons once more going to their perfect bottoms, squeezing them firmly as the boys moaned in unison, their trim young hips working almost involuntarily to plug the griffin’s beak right up to the brim. As Gilda said, however, she was indeed a screamer, and when her first orgasm hit, it hit hard. Bambi’s eyes went wide, his mouth dropping open, while Tails’ teeth grit tightly as the vibrations of Gilda’s clenching throat worked over both of them with the vibrations of her falcon’s scream. They felt every moment of it, too, quivering right to the core of their beings, as Gilda’s talons clenched on their tight bottoms, pulling them all the way in just at the moment of Gilda’s orgasm.

“T-told ya I’d make Gilda cum first,” Rainbow Dash panted, her blue body bathed in sweat, her mane dripping and almost limp.

“Quality over quantity, sugarcube,” Applejack replied, she and Samus similarly glistening with a light sheen, making fur and skin gleam as though oiled beneath the bright light of the engine room. “Quality over…ah…ah!...AAAAHHH!”

Gilda only just barely pulled back in time as Tails and Bambi started to blow, their climaxes hitting at almost the same time Samus and Applejack started to cum against each other, juices squelching loudly as it spurted onto each others’ thighs, soaking their nethers thoroughly. The boys, meanwhile, coated not just Gilda’s face and breasts with their copious cream, but Rainbow Dash’s flat, muscled belly besides, one of Bambi’s shots even managing to splash on the underside of her small, trim breasts.

As the six lovers in the engine room panted, pausing the action for a brief period, all their heads turned at the sound of another door: the door opening onto the hall leading to the ship’s brig.

“Looks to me like we arrived just in time,” quipped Stallion, stepping confidently into the room, his gold-skinned erection standing at full, proud attention.

“Eeyup,” agreed Big Macintosh.

“You ain’t kiddin’,” laughed Zeke as he stalked into the room before the two stallions, licking his chops in eager anticipation.

From the shadows, where she’d been quietly hiding, Elh Melizee watched, wide-eyed, as the orgy began to go into full swing. She only barely stifled her soft whimper, as one hand squeezed more firmly on a delicate, petite nipple, her other hand slowly traveling down her body toward her even more delicate pubis.

*

[Chances for pregnancy are increased to 20% in the Tight Slots, thanks to electrostimulation. Only successful rolls for impregnation will be noted.]

Mirage leaned back in her black leather chair, her sharp-toothed, wicked smile wide and gleaming, bright as her green eyes, as she surveyed the viewing crystal. Of course a great deal of the universe had gone over to computers, but the goddess of evil preferred the old ways whenever possible. Besides, she got much better connection speed for a fraction of the price using magic instead of technology.

On the crystal screen in front of her, Mirage was watching the opening of the Tight Slots down at the Barn. Certainly, Mirage hated the Dark Queen, seeing her as a rival, but all the same she felt confident in her power vastly surpassing that of the would-be witch. As a true goddess herself, Mirage saw little need to summon Chernobog, and so she’d stayed apart from the machinations of what she saw as the frivolous Council of Evil, a collection of would-be powers that lacked the ability to make themselves into something truly great on their own. Ah, but she had to admit: some of their ideas were delightfully devious.

Take these Tight Slots, for example: over a dozen gorgeous girls and young women, securely fastened in place and presented for the amusement of the casino’s numerous customers. Mirage grinned even more wickedly as she saw the posterior of the lovely Carmelita Montoya Fox wiggling desperately against its bonds, unwittingly inviting the attention of several of the massive, brutish males that had already started to crowd into the corridor, eager for first pick at the nubile lovelies presented for their enjoyment. Typically, the Dark Queen hated nonhumans, except as servants or customers, or similar positions of inferiority, and she’d never have put Carmelita into the Slots, if not for Mirage’s direct intervention. Of course, the goddess of evil had been forced to be very subtle, so as to make sure the Dark Queen thought it was her own idea, a way of humiliating her enemies. To Mirage, it was a perfect way to drive home to Carmelita how much she needed Mirage.

Peeking onto both sides of the wall at the same time, Mirage licked her lips at the sight of Carmelita’s face, stricken with a strange combination of horror and involuntary arousal as one of her companions in the lineup cried out in shock as the first customer slid his credits into the slot, and the metal arm lowered to leave her smooth bottom exposed for the use of her buyer.

“Mom!” cried out the blue-haired girl, Dawn, as all eyes went to the screen where the monstrous humanoid who was about to make use of Johanna, Dawn’s mother, was shown clearly.

Thick-bodied, bulbous, and mishappenly grotesque, the creature was one of the many demons that had come to the Barn that night, this one a mancubus, a high-ranking monstrosity of the Hell from which he’d come. None of the lesser demons or other denizens of the casino dared get in the way of the oversized brute, especially not as he whipped out his heavy penis, letting it slap against the blue-haired matron’s delicate pink backside like the trunk of an elephant.

[http://doom.wikia.com/wiki/Mancubus\_%28Doom\_3%29]

Even as Johanna was starting to wail loudly as more cock than should have been possible, save for magical intervention, was irresistibly squeezed into her defenseless pussy, the three Sensational Sisters, Daisy, Violet, and Lily, added their own voices to the cries of the slightly older woman as a trio of Pig Cops, their bloated, uncut erections out and dangling, started to messily slurp and lick and suckle on the girls’ smooth-waxed quims with all the greediness expected of their kind: Pig Cops liked their partners, willing or not, extra slick and wet before they mounted up. Moments later, Misty, the youngest sister, gave a squeal of her own as a heavy, meaty hand came down on her skinny pink butt, leaving its bright red mark across both buns, before heavy porcine hands started to maul her bottom, spreading them wide before a blunt tongue squeezed into her as-yet-virgin anus.

While the four sisters bobbed their blonde-, blue-, pink-, and red-haired heads, feisty young Misty struggling the most of them all, until a sheen of sweat left her skin slick and glistening, little Chocolat was suffering from her own problems. Earlier, Mirage had watched the coyote, Dag, very cruelly force two helplessly bound chickens to squawk in forced pleasure for almost an hour on his talented muzzle before he’d finally raped them senseless and sent the two unconscious avians back to the kitchen to be properly cooked for his dinner later that night. As it turned out, the coyote had only been using the young hens, Etta and Hanna, to work off some of his ruthless energy, so that he’d be more calm and collected when he arrived at the Tight Slots, where he’d already reserved his prize: Chocolat’s defenseless pink-furred bottom!

“Hello there,” purred the wicked coyote into the optional microphone that fed into the speaker next to the Pomeranian’s ear, even as one surprisingly gentle hand caressed the curve of her firm little tushie, stroking her restrained tail along its underside, making Chocolat whimper in fearful anticipation. “What a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Aw,” he said in mock-sympathy, even as one finger found Chocolat’s snug little slit and began to rub it until her juices flowed copiously. “Too shy to talk? I know how that can be. A cute, high-class girl like you goes into heat, and she has needs, I know. Needs that just have to be filled.” As he said ‘filled,’ Dag worked two fingers inside Chocolat’s cunny, taking it slow, but making her wriggle frantically all the same, her whimpers growing louder as he caressed her G-spot with relentless skill. “Well, don’t worry: I’m an expert at filling people’s needs.”

His other hand palming his swollen red erection, almost incongruously large compared to his relatively gaunt frame, the coyote straightened, making sure Chocolat got a good view of his penis as he held it up in clear view of the camera giving the Pomeranian her video feed.

“The trick in making people happy,” Dag continued in his conversational tone, even as he guided his pointed shaft toward Chocolat’s vulnerable, sopping wet, tightly-clasped cunny lips, both his hands now holding her tiny tushie still, “is having the right tool for the job on hand and ready to go.”

“No!” Chocolat begged desperately – uselessly – to the screen showing a closeup of Dag’s penis just barely starting to spread her labia, his thumbs parting her pubescent folds. “Stop! I’m in heat! You’ll get me pregnant!”

Even if Dag could have heard Chocolat’s words, however, he already knew perfectly well the truth of what she’d said. Knew, and cared not one whit for her feelings on the matter. Taking his time, he sank himself, inch by meaty red inch, into the extra-tight puppygirl’s pussy, savoring each exquisite ripple and clench of her inner walls around his oversized girth.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised poor little Chocolat after he’d filled her right up to his still-swelling knot, petting her round little bottom like he might a puppy. “Maybe, if you keep being good, I’ll buy you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Then Chocolat was squealing like a puppy as Dag started to work his hips, taking it slow at first, but rapidly building up speed and force. Grinning down at the little Pom’s butt, the coyote admired the way she bounced with each hard slap of his hips against her presented tushie, the almost perfect globes of her buns flattening out, then returning to their normal rounded shape almost immediately, while little ripples ran through Chocolat’s entire body, barely visible beneath the fur…or at least as much of her body as Dag could see.

Looking up at the viewscreen, where he could get a clear view of Chocolat’s panting face, her tongue lolled out, her cheeks deeply flushed, even as she desperately shook her head from side to side, mouthing the word “no” over and over again, Dag laughed, showing his teeth, and really opened up! This set poor Chocolat to whining and whimpered in confused arousal while the cruel coyote took her with firmness and strength, making her really feel everything he was doing to her as he moved his hips with expert skill. Then, as Dag gave an especially hard thrust of his hips, Chocolat gave a loud yelp, her wide-eyed expression adorably comical as the coyote knotted her, his copious cum splattering right into her unprotected, receptive womb as the tip of his red cock thrust just barely past the tight ring of her cervix, making his own orgasm into a direct deposit.

[20% chance of pregnancy – rolled 15 – Chocolat is bearing a coyote’s baby]

As Mirage watched the plundering of the little pink Pomeranian girl, she caressed her chin contemplatively. Brown-skinned imps and pink-skinned demons were crowding around the other girls, and already Dawn was getting the same treatment her mother had received, screaming loudly as the mancubus made good use of the daughter after he’d enjoyed the mother (whose readout, Mirage noted, now read “Down for maintenance,” though the regenerative apparatus would have her bits back in working order in a few minutes, Mirage didn’t doubt). Behind the various infernal creatures were the Pig Cops, pushing and jostling for their turns, the row of monstrous thugs more than enough to keep the other girls from actually being penetrated, at least for the time being.

Then Mirage’s eyes strayed a little further into the back. Ah, there, that was exactly what she was looking for. Waiting patiently near the back of the group, Mirage’s luminous green eyes rested upon a pair of scaly fellows. Right now, they were just drinking together, one very much like an alligator in his appearance, the other an orange-skinned dinosauroid strongly resembling a triceratops. Still, she could tell from the way they cast longing looks towards the Tight Slots alcove that they very much would like to go in and try out the goods.

A little deeper probing, and Mirage smirked. Yes, these two were indeed perfect. Leatherhead and…his name wasn’t easy for Mirage to properly translate, so she just called him after his race’s name: Triceraton. Unlike most of the brutish near-animals scuffling for their turns, who couldn’t care less so long as they were satisfied, these two actually seemed to believe that the Tight Slots were just a paid service, the same as any of the prostitution that was rampant around the casinos. They also didn’t have bad hearts, even though they tended to hang around tough crowds, and did occasional stints of mercenary work. Right then, mercenaries was exactly what Mirage knew would be needed.

Casting her sight even further back into the Barn, Mirage curled her lip as she saw Foxy the fox pirate and Renamon securely bound to sturdy metal chairs in a dimly-lit back room. Bound with them were a host of others like them: creatures that could be reprogrammed, with the right equipment. Actually, of the seven total beings in that room, only Foxy wasn’t a digimon, Mirage noted. She also noted the wheelchaired weasel, Kripplespac, making his way slowly toward that room down a long hallway, and knew she’d have to work quickly. After all, if she didn’t want Carmelita to be truly lost to her, she’d have to make some rapid adjustments.

[http://conker.wikia.com/wiki/Professor\_von\_Kripplespac]

[40% total chance of success in sabotage, rolled 100 – failure. This was followed by a fight with the following rolls: 24 (win 1), 74 (lose 1), 79 (lose 2), 12 (win 2), and 90 (lose 3). Details in following entries.]

Ignoring for the time being where Rocket Raccoon and her Anubian servant were being held in the kitchen cage with the rest of the soon-to-be food, instead Mirage focused on the taller, more slender raccoon then dangling upside-down from his long cane, looking in the window of the kitchen with concerned eyes. Yes, he’d make another fine recruit…hmm, him, and the other even now crouching on the roof above, keeping a low profile as she looked around, fearful of being seen by her fellows.

Sly Cooper slowly pulled himself up onto the roof of the Barn, his expression concerned as he considered his options.

“Looks pretty bad,” he admitted. “Wish I’d brought Bentley and Murray with me into town. For a job like this, saving people’s lives, I’d want all the backup I could…hello there,” he said, blinking as he noticed the slight distortion in the air not far away. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. New to the area?”

Though his tone was casual, Sly’s body remained ready for action, his stance with his cane relaxed and loose and subtly tensed for anything. Instead of answering with words, however, the creature slowly materialized into view before the slender raccoon, then reached up to remove its mask.

[http://dracowhip.deviantart.com/art/Female-Yautja-study-193339625

http://aliens.wikia.com/wiki/Yautja]

“You look like you’re a pretty popular girl,” Sly continued with a charming smile, hiding the shock that came as he recognized the creature before him as female – apparent, since she had rather significant breasts beneath the mesh-and-plates of her skimpy armor – and the added shock of seeing her obviously alien face, with its four clawlike mouthparts. These mouthparts curled into a close approximation of a smile, and Sly could swear the female creature even blushed at the compliment he’d given her. “I take it you don’t have an escort, do you?” He waited for the creature to shake her head. “That’s not right; a pretty girl should never be alone on a night like this.”

Resting his cane on his shoulder, Sly stepped forward and offered the creature his arm. Now her blush, though a luminous green-yellow color, was obvious. All the same, she took the offered arm, and allowed Sly to lead her to the skylight looking down into the main “pit” of the casino. Pointing down into the Barn, Sly’s tone and manner grew serious.

“I’m worried a girl I love is down there, trapped. I know her friends are there, though, and they’re in trouble. They might even be killed.” He looked at the creature, his eyes soul-searching, his expression sincere. “Will you help me save them?”

The creature trilled her response, nodding in affirmation.

“Thank you so much,” answered Sly. “What’s your name, by the way?” He blinked, then, as the female told him, hiding his complete lack of comprehension quite well under the circumstances. “That’s a lovely name. Mine’s Sly Cooper, and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.”

So saying, Sly made the yautja girl blush until she literally glowed as he bent and kissed her hand, just lightly brushing his lips and whiskers over her skin like a proper gentleman. A hand, incidentally, that was large enough to easily wrap around his entire head.

Her smile growing a little wider as she put all her pawns into place, Mirage started to lean back once more to enjoy the show. Instead of resting her head against the soft dark leather of her chair, however, her furry body pressed back into firm, yielding flesh.

“Up to your old tricksss, eh, Mirage?” came a voice that was chillingly familiar.

“Kaa!” exclaimed the goddess of evil, before her luminous green eyes met a swirling gaze that caught and held hers with ease.

“Just relaxsss, my dear,” said Kaa, letting his body wrap casually around the no-longer-resisting goddess. “Let’s watch what happens together, shall we?”

With Kaa holding Mirage firmly, but not uncomfortably so, both serpent and goddess turned back to watching the viewing crystal. It remained to be seen if Mirage had put her pieces into play well enough that they could win without her intervention.

*

[For reference purposes: http://castlevania.wikia.com/wiki/Were-Panther]

Brooklyn didn’t resist, couldn’t even if he’d tried, as he was led along the dim passageway toward a point of light just barely on the edge of his vision.

“Where are you taking me?” he asked the tiger-striped creature in front of him, shaking his head as he did his best not to admire the female’s attractive and quite naked bottom.

“To the Arena,” answered the she-tiger with a purr in her voice. “You’ve been selected to join our ranks, my lovely male,” she added, reaching back to stroke a gentle hand across his firm bare chest, making Brooklyn shiver as those fingers drew perilously close to his loincloth. “The Red Arremer thinks you’ll make a fine breeder, and I must admit, fine as you look, that nasty old gargoyle probably made a good choice for once.”

“Breeder?” Brooklyn gasped out, his eyes widening. “You can’t be serious.”

“She’s serious,” growled another, deeper voice, this from a male with the lighter build and rosettes of a leopard. Over his shoulder was draped a very familiar, tawny tush – Kiara! “Better a breeder than being broken, like this cutie here,” he added, giving the squirming bare bottom on his shoulder a pat, eliciting muffled protests from the bound and gagged girl he was carrying.

His eyes cutting through the darkness now that he wasn’t focusing on the circle of light in front of him, Brooklyn saw Kovu as well as Kim Possible, all three of them similarly being carried over the shoulders of male were-cats. Kim, however, didn’t look as…pink as she’d been just a short while ago.

“What’s wrong with her?” he asked the friendly tigress holding his leash.

“Nothing is wrong,” the were-tiger answered, seeming genuinely surprised. “She’s simply joining the ranks of the changing folk, like us. It’s a pity you’re immune: I think you’d make a lovely tiger,” she added with a friendly purr, drawing a little closer to the red-skinned gargoyle to rub her cheek against his long beaklike muzzle.

As for Kovu and Kiara, they both soon found themselves locked quite firmly, side-by-side, into a stout wooden pillory. Normally, nudity wasn’t much of a problem for the young lions, as their culture had only the most cursory of taboos against going without clothing. Right now, however, with several large, strong, and obviously very healthy male jaguars, tigers, and panthers, and even a lion or two running their over-friendly hands over the shapely curves and tense creases of the two teen lions’ presented bottoms, they were very much feeling more than a little exposed.

“Aw, cheer up,” said one catgirl, her hair a shock of black, her skin a soft tan color, while she tugged on a modest-sized strap-on. “You two look so glum. Just think: after you’ve been accepted into our ranks, you’ll get to be the ones on top.” She purred eagerly, rubbing her chin against Kovu’s cheek, then frowning when he turned his head away. “Well, I thought it was something pleasant to look forward to. Your loss…and my gain.”

Across the wide arena, Brooklyn was bound to a tall pillar, his wrists shackled above his head, his wings bound to his back. He could see Kim Possible similarly tied to another pillar not far away, her body already showing patches of blue fur, while the felines around Kiara and Kovu were getting steadily more eager, more rowdy, their hands, and soon their tongues, more explorative, more bold. Then Brooklyn’s attention was brought back fully to his own situation, as he felt his chin seized by a strong, feminine hand, and then turned to face a familiar pair of eyes.

“Remember me?” murmured the sibilant voice that had activated his stone sleep before, dooming him to his present fate.

“Medusa,” answered Brooklyn, grateful that those luminous green eyes were behind a thin blindfold this time.

“I’m so glad,” cooed the serpent-tailed woman, wrapping her lower half around Brooklyn’s legs. “Lilith and I had such an argument over who would get to have you first, but I was the one who captured you in the first place, so she finally relented.” Brooklyn couldn’t hold back the shivers of his body as Medusa kissed her way down his naked red skin, and not just with her lips: each of her snake-hair heads similarly flickered their tongues over every exposed inch of bare flesh as she passed it by. The feeling was strange, and yet intensely erotic at the same time. “How does it feel?” Medusa continued. “Knowing that two women are fighting over you. Well,” she added with a mischievous smirk, motioning with her head still further up, “more than two, actually, but we’re the two strongest.”

Brooklyn risked a glance upward, and saw a host of winged women in the rafters of the high-ceilinged arena, well above the massive goat’s head that hung from one side. There were harpies, with the upper torsos of shapely (and often rather well-endowed) women, and the lower parts of birds of prey, with wings instead of arms. There were also a vast host of women with wings like bats, often sporting bat wings for ears as well, some with blue skin, others with green, and still others with soft pink skin like some of the humans Brooklyn had known. Most of them, however, revealed their inhuman nature by sporting a spade-tipped tail…though not all.

Letting his eyes go past Medusa, Brooklyn saw one of those tailless, pink-skinned, bat-winged women standing nearby, this one with bright orange hair. Her only clothes were a pair of long, leather high-heeled boots, a gold clasp for her hair, and golden bracelets on her arms. For all her lack of attire, however, she carried herself like a queen in full regalia, her expression proud as she looked down on Brooklyn – and she was quite a bit taller than the red-skinned gargoyle, he realized. Her body was flawless, like smooth alabaster, with proportions not even the most carefully-sculpted supermodel could hope to match.

“Do hurry, dear Medusa,” said the perfect woman that Brooklyn now supposed had to be Lilith, queen of the demons. “I’m quite eager for my turn.”

“I’ll do my best,” Medusa murmured from below. “But with a morsel this fine, some special attention is required.”

As Medusa ran her tongue over the tip of Brooklyn’s erect, uncircumcised penis, he gasped loudly, a gasp that turned into a long, loud moan as her numerous snake tresses joined in, each of them running their tongues over his hard male flesh. Before long, Medusa was sharing Brooklyn’s cock with each of her snakes, taking a moment to bob her head up and down on his shaft, before a snake head would take over, then another, and another, while still more licked his heavy sac, paying special attention to the swollen orbs within.

“I can’t hold back!” Medusa suddenly exclaimed, pulling her head back, her snake heads only reluctantly releasing their hold on Brooklyn’s swollen organ. “I need this so bad! It’s been so long since I’ve had a real male, one that wouldn’t turn all stiff on me…forever.”

Twisting herself about, leaning over to rest her hands on her own body, Medusa presented her shapely rear to Brooklyn, clearly visible right above where her legs merged into her serpent’s tail. Brooklyn had only enough time to catch sight of the snake-woman’s perfectly smooth slit, before she was plunging it right back onto his outthrust erection, stretching herself wide on the red-skinned gargoyle’s manstaff.

“Ah! Hold me, Lilith!” Medusa cried out, wrapping her arms around the succubus queen’s slim waist, even as her lower half gyrated and thrust like a cobra in the thrall of a snake charmer. “Hold meeeee!”

Lilith grinned down at the snake-woman even as Medusa was already creaming herself all over Brooklyn’s cock. Then her eyes raised, and met those of the white-haired gargoyle.

“Once Medusa is finished with you, then you’re mine,” she promised, licking her perfect ruby lips. “And I promise you, I’ll make you into a proper demon. You’ll have enough infernal spunk in those balls not just to satisfy every last one of my lesser minions, you’ll be eagerly plundering the pure, holy maidens in the chambers upstairs.”

His whole body tensing up as he felt his first orgasm oncoming, Brooklyn looked into Lilith’s eyes, and knew that she was only telling the truth.

“Nyaaah!” wailed Kiara, helplessly spurting her juices onto the muzzle of the burly tiger eating her out. Next to her, Kovu was jerking his head from side to side as the smooth-skinned shecat behind him lovingly rimmed his tense pink tailhole, trying desperately not to enjoy himself. A true lion didn’t enjoy being taken anally! Those times with Simba were just experimentation!

Then it was time for both teen lions to cry out loudly as they were both anally penetrated at almost the same time, Kiara by the thick shaft of the weretiger, and Kovu by the shecat’s strapon. The arena resounded with the sound of fur slapping fur, taut teen bottoms bouncing with each impact, their dimples of Venus standing out clearly, while both young lions couldn’t even begin to try holding back their moans and other humiliating sounds of rising pleasure.

Kovu, his sharp teeth bared and tightly clenched, was doing his best not to listen to the desperate squeals of Kiara as her small, shapely backside was spread almost impossibly wide on a filthy tiger’s shaft. Then he felt a gentle hand on his head, stroking his cheek, then his chin. Kiara, similarly, felt a hand touching her, and not in an unfriendly or dominating manner. Opening their eyes, both lions looked up at the kneeling, dark-furred feline male before them. Only…he wasn’t quite a werecat. There was something different about him.

“Help is on the way,” said Captain Claw softly. “You’ve just got to hold out until then.”

For a moment, both young lions gaped in astonishment, while the dark feline slipped quietly back into the throng of werecats crowding around, eager for their turns with the royal pair. Then they were both roaring loudly as orgasm hit them hard, Kovu’s tailhole clenching tightly down on the strapon in his rump, while Kiara spasmed around the gushing tigercock filling her hind to the brim with thick, creamy spunk.

Both young royals had a moment’s respite as the phalli in their rumps slid free. The respite was short-lived, however, as a pair of jaguar twins knelt behind the lions, lining up their pointed, barbed cocktips against their chosen targets. This time, though Kovu was once again being penetrated anally, Kiara’s sweet pink cunny was her jaguar’s chosen target. Once again the arena was filled with the sounds of fur-against-fur, and the wild cries of the two teens as they were plundered for all they were worth.

If it weren’t for the reassurance of their unknown friend, the pair would surely have given themselves up to the despair of total ecstasy.

-

Swift and silent as shadows, the team made their way up the winding secret stairs, Link in the lead, with Asriel close behind, somehow managing to muffle the click of his hooves on the cold stone stairs.

Letting Asriel lean forward as they came to a blank wall, Link watched a stone doorway slide smoothly aside, and then took the lead once more, creeping cautiously out into a lone, tapestry-decorated hallway…tapestries that he, Asriel, and Morrigan quickly hid behind, while the others slid the secret door back into place, hiding them all from view as they heard voices.

“Truly wicked,” said Elsa, filmy white and blue clothes draped lightly over her willowy form. “Truly wicked indeed. Where do you get such fiendish ideas, my dear I-no?”

“Places,” said the red-clad witch, idly strumming her guitar as her eyes swept this way and that along the corridor.

“Turning a daughter against her own mother and aunt!” the ice queen exulted. “What an idea! Something I’d never have even considered, I must admit. And she’s not even born yet, too…exactly.” Now the pale-skinned blonde girl’s face scrunched up in some confusion. “Someday, dear I-No, you really need to explain how this time travel thing works. I’m afraid it’s a bit over my head right now.”

“Don’t worry about it,” the witch murmured, a light, cruel smirk on her face as she looked straight at one of the tapestries on the walls. “Sometimes, I get a little confused myself. You should deal with your confusion like I do.”

“Oh?” asked Elsa. “And how’s that?”

“Beat the **** out of people!” I-No snarled, even as she swung her axe, revealing it to be far more sharp than a common electric guitar as it sheared right through the tapestry…and sparked as it struck the bare wall behind. “Huh. Coulda sworn there was somebody there.”

[60% chance of stealth success, rolled 31 – success!]

“Never you mind, dear I-No,” Elsa prattled on, and the red witch followed after her, a thoughtful frown on her face. “Now, what do you think? If I’m going to be a proper villainess, I should have a new wardrobe, I think…”

As soon as I-No and Elsa had passed, Morrigan let out her breath, the nondetection spell she’d thrown up bringing herself, Link, and Asriel instantly back into view. Of course, Asriel and Morrigan were crouched on the floor, where they’d gone to duck under the swinging guitar’s blade. Link, being a wolf, was still standing where he’d been.

“A classic case of corruption,” Morrigan said with a grim shake of her head. “That blonde girl’s being thoroughly brainwashed. If this keeps up, it might even become permanent…but permanence usually takes years, so I think we’ve got some time yet. Now,” she motioned Asriel over to the secret passage, to open it up once more, “let’s see who we can find…”

Link was already at one of the doors along the long corridor, hopping up to peek through a barred window. He was almost immediately greeted by an “Eek!” and a thrown pair of panties, which stuck to his head.

“Hmm,” mused Morrigan, casually taking the panties off the poor wolf’s head. “White, simple style, sturdily built. I’d say the owner is a member of some holy order.” The green-haired woman raised the undergarment to her nostrils. “A virgin holy order, at that. Not a Christian nun, but close, I’d say.”

“Give those back!” came a voice from within the room, and Morrigan walked casually over to the door to peer through. In the room, she saw two blonde-haired young women, obviously having just gotten out of the bath, as they were clad in towels that did little to conceal their well-formed bodies.

“Certainly,” answered the succubus, letting a bit of her magic carry the panties back to their owner. “My name is Morrigan Aensland. I think I and my companions are here to rescue you, if you have a need for it. Could I trouble you for your names?”

“Pardon my sister’s outburst and…projectile,” said another voice, this from the taller of the two young women. “My name is Sophitia Alexandra, and this is my sister, Cassandra. We’ve been trapped here for some time, ever since our ship crashed.” She paused, then sighed. “I suppose that’s a recurring theme, though, isn’t it? This planet seems to be becoming a nexus point for a host of troubles.”

“I’m afraid so,” Morrigan agreed. “There’s a great deal brewing here, and I fear for the sanctity of my kingdom with such machinations as I can sense, but not quite grasp from my present position. I’ve come to put a stop to all this nonsense as soon as possible.” She glanced down at the door’s lock, then reached a delicate hand down to grip its handle. “Would you and your lovely sister be willing to assist us, dear Sophitia? I’m sure we could use the aid of two skilled holy warriors like yourselves.”

“You aren’t evil,” Sophitia concluded after a long moment looking closely at Morrigan. “You’re obviously a demon, but for some reason the taint of evil isn’t writ deep on your heart. Why is that?”

“Good, clean living,” Morrigan replied with a sharp-fanged smile.

“I don’t suppose I or my sister have much choice,” Sophitia finally admitted, ignoring the pointed glare from the shorter-haired blonde by her side. “Not with such creatures as roam these halls. Give us some time to dress, if you please, and we’ll join your cause. Oh,” she added, turning back to the door. “There are two others trapped up here, and one more, up above. The two sharing our hall are Taki and her apprentice, Natsu. We’ve met before, and they seem reliable enough, for ninjas. The prisoner above is named Kasumi, but I don’t know much more about her. Apparently she’s got a sister around here…somewhere.”

“A lot of family around these halls,” Morrigan agreed, giving the handle of the door a light squeeze. As she did so, it smoked once, and then fell right off the thick wood, letting it swing freely open at a touch. “I’ll see to the other two prisoners. Then we’ll see where our course turns next.”

Choices

*Ship

Still playing out scenes:

Master Tigress/Krystal/Princess Luna (Red Savarin)

Gilda gangbang (continuing)

Krystal/Red/Elh

Nightmare Moon appearance

Gilda/Zeke/Stallion

Spitfire/Applejack/Big Macintosh/Rainbow Dash (nice, not naughty)

Zeke/Bambi (pouncing)

Spitfire/Red Savarin

Krystal/Zeke/Stallion

*Casino City

If Scooby Doo is ever cleansed, what form will he take?

-Hardcore (he stays as he is: an alpha weredog; he’s just on our side)

-Classic (he returns to being the lovable goof he is in the shows, but with more sex)

What will Sly Cooper and Friend do?

A) Through the skylight! Batman’s got nothing on us! (35% chance of success on three successes or five failures)

B) Take the kitchen. (40% chance of success, three successes or fails either way, but +10% to our chances per success, and only the usual -5% per fail, due to having friends who we can free to help us)

C) Con our way through the front (an easy 85% chance here; please suggest what our protagonists should do next after getting inside)

*Castlevania

In the castle, which scene should we see next? (Votes are reset, since new options are available.)

Beast and Belle

Bridget

Brooklyn (for more gargoyle)

Cutie Mark Crusaders (Applebloom, Babs Seed, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle)

Jonathan Talbain

Kasumi

Midna

Okami Amaterasu

And as for our rescuers, where do they go next?

1) Upstairs, to save Kasumi (and perhaps her mysterious sister)

2) Upstairs to save Belle and her Beast

3) Downstairs, toward the dungeons, to free prisoners

4) Downstairs, toward the guard barracks, to cause some mayhem

5) Along the hall, to face I-No and her entourage (45% chance of success, four successes or three failures to decide the outcome)

6) Upstairs, to face Dracula in his lair! (40% chance of success, five successes or three failures to decide the outcome)

7) The Third Option (please make suggestions)

If percentage chances aren’t listed, it’s because new options will open up on selection of that choice.