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Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Entry 40

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Superstation

Please choose one of the following – the winner will exclude the others (except option 1)

1) Cleanse Swift Wind. Thoroughly. – 10 – the clear winner

(72% chance, 2 successes or 4 failures – he’s pretty outnumbered…save for Evil-Lynn)

2) The Hordeswomen and Hordesmen join up and assault our heroes – 1

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

3) The Chimera come for everyone – 0

(55% chance of success, best of 3)

Immediate Character Additions

The Metallikats (http://swatkats.wikia.com/wiki/The\_Metallikats) – 6 – join the villains

SWATKats (T-Bone and Razor – http://swatkats.info/) – 3

Sylvia (http://wanderoveryonder.wikia.com/wiki/Sylvia) – 4

*Desert City

a) Rescue mission! – 5 – flipped a coin, this won as heads

(65% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures – one member of the team will be caught on any failures)

b) The Pokemon Trade – What happens next? – 5

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

c) Leatherhead’s trouble with the Baroness – 1

d) What’s going on at another casino? (votes will keep building until one reaches 10, then a separate scene will take place there)

-Fat Cat’s Casnio – a 20’s-style speakeasy – 0

(There are 50/50 odds that either Tanya and Fieval will be ravished, or Gadget, Foxglove, and Tammy will be. The one who isn't ravished, however, will escape.)

-The Last Stop – a devil of a good time – 2

-The Mouse Trap – a pub with the best card games in Casino City – 0

-The Percheron – all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot – 0

-The Pyramid – what are our friends up to? – 0

-Treasure Island – pirate-themed, and pirate-attended – 0

Immediate Party Additions:

Black Orchid (http://killerinstinct.wikia.com/wiki/B.Orchid) – 4

Guilmon (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Guilmon) – 6 – joins with Takato

Henry Wong (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Henry\_Wong) – 3

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

Rouge the Bat (http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Rouge\_the\_Bat) – 4

Takato Matsuki (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Takato\_Matsuki) – 6 – joins up

Terriermon (http://digimon.wikia.com/wiki/Terriermon) – 3

An additional series of votes! Please choose sexes for the following pokemon (m/f); names are optional, but welcome:

-Blaziken (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Blaziken\_(Pok%C3%A9mon) – 3/4

Names: Ignacia (female)

-Farfetch’d (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Farfetch%27d\_(Pok%C3%A9mon) – /4

Names: Ceri (female)

-Jigglypuff (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Jigglypuff\_(Pok%C3%A9mon) – 2/2

-Lopunny (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Lopunny\_(Pok%C3%A9mon) – 3/6

-Lucario (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Lucario\_(Pok%C3%A9mon) – 5/5

Names: Zee’na (female)

-Medicham (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Medicham\_(Pok%C3%A9mon) – /5

Names: S’hari (female)

-Rattatta (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Rattata\_(Pok%C3%A9mon) – 4/1

-Squirtle (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Squirtle\_(Pok%C3%A9mon) – 2/4

-Vulpix (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Vulpix\_(Pok%C3%A9mon) – 4/3

Names: Toni (male)

-Zororark (male) – 1

*Castlevania

A) Alphys, Doggo, and Undyne get seduced (Dante gets girlhumped) – 1

B) Spidergasm – 2

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

C) Meeting Aeon Calcos, Castlevania and Jungle tour guide –

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

D) Kim Possible, Katt, and Kogenta meet Draco – 7 – front-runner

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

E) Exploring the Jungles of Rage – 1

(40% chance of success, rolled once, each, for whatever characters are there)

F) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs – 1

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

Both Sally Acorn and Amy Sorel will also appear at the one chosen, except option E. They will add a 5% chance of success to wherever they appear.

Immediate Party Additions

Eerie and Yossi (http://kainsword-kaijin.deviantart.com/journal/TELEMONSTER-Korean-Cartoon-586191668) – 0

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

*Character cleanup starts – ongoing

Aava, The King’s Pet (http://darksouls.wikia.com/wiki/Aava,\_the\_King's\_Pet) – 6 – returns

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

Aisha Clan-Clan (http://outlawstar.wikia.com/wiki/Aisha\_Clan-Clan) – 1

Bubsy the Bocat (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubsy) – 3

Cassie Cage (http://mortalkombat.wikia.com/wiki/Cassie\_Cage) – 6 – will come into play

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

Duke, Captain N’s Dog – 1

Easter Bunny (male or female?) – 1

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

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

Gajeel Redfox (http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Gajeel\_Redfox) – 5 – will come in

Gilgamesh (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gilgamesh) – 4

Golbez (Final Fantasy IV) – 6 – at least for a cameo

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

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

Guin (http://www.mangahere.co/manga/guin\_saga/) – 6 – leopardman to the front

Hepzibah (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hepzibah\_(comics)) – 5 – last vote finally in

Jazz Jackrabbit (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jazz\_Jackrabbit) – 4

Lamashtu (http://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Lamashtu - a villainess) – 3

Leroy (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The\_Catillac\_Cats#Leroy) – 1

Priscilla (http://darksouls.wikia.com/wiki/Crossbreed\_Priscilla) – 4

Pumyra (http://thundercats.wikia.com/wiki/Pumyra) – 5 – from Thundera

Rajang (a monster encounter, http://monsterhunter.wikia.com/wiki/Rajang) – 1

The Rescuers (Bianca and Bernard) – 1

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

Sif, The Great Grey Wolf (http://darksouls.wikidot.com/sif-the-great-grey-wolf - also https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkyi8aLgq\_k) – 11 – The Great Grey Wolf is in

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

Thirty/Thirty (http://bravestarr.wikia.com/wiki/Thirty/Thirty) – 7 – a new sheriff in town

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

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

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

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

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

Boss, the charr engineer, becomes a voyeur with Riva, the asari comm specialist – 4

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

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

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

Kim Possible gets in touch with family & friends – 3

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

Chun Li/Judy Hopps (Nick Wilde also suggested) – 6

Future version of Brooklyn and his family – 7 – Katana and Nashville are go

Vitani/Shenzi – 5

Vitani/Kiara – 5

Fluttershy/Toriel – 1

Battle for control of Alduin – 7 – an happening

Characters on the Ship head to Castlevania – 1

Advance pregnancies (baby bumps all around) – 6

Matt the anubian/Ron Stoppable – 9 – now an option

Toriel/Asriel/Tails – 5

Sif/Wolf Link/Midna – 5

Widowmaker teams with Nova One to escape (they will leave the Chopping Block) – 5

Brooklyn/Firebrand – 1

Pyramid Casino characters (Sly, Mirage, etcetera) come back into action – 4

Author Notes

Alphys and Muffet are so darn cute, in my opinion: http://punipawsart.tumblr.com/post/140361453353/muffet-alphys-i-had-to-repost-it-cause-it

Undyne’s nice too: http://canime.tumblr.com/post/137148556781/muffet-and-undyne-flats-threw-some-flat-colors

Incidentally, I ran across Telemonsters earlier this week, and thought the characters were too darn adorable not to include.

Finally, if anybody can recommend to me a decent artist who’d be willing to do a picture of Stith and Rocket Raccoon, both wearing see-through harem-style loincloths, glaring at Nick Wilde, who is hiding, half-crouched behind Judy Hopps, both his hands on her shoulders as though to thrust her forward as a shield, while Judy has wide eyes, is blushing furiously, and can’t help but stare at the pair’s exposed goodies, please let me know. That’s a scene from these entries I’d like to commission. The picture title would be “This Is All Your Fault.”

UFC Entry 40

A deep, masculine grunt in her ear, and She-Ra trembled, her body shuddering all over as she climaxed again on the rigid horsecock in her rectum, feeling Swift Wind’s copious flood of cum splashing inside her. While the mighty Princess of Power could withstand the savage force of a shredding meteor shower against her naked skin, her resistance to the force of pleasure was minimal, almost nonexistent. After all the times her former steed had ridden her, her eyes were glazed, her mouth partly open, her expression vacant: she’d been quite literally screwed silly. Where once had been a powerful leader of rebels fighting tyranny, as strong of will as she was of body, now was an obedient slave, eager to serve every whim of her master. She-Ra’s mind had simply been overloaded with too much ecstasy for her to put up any further resistance.

Kneeling at Swift Wind’s feet was Wonder Woman, running her tongue over his heavy balls as they pulsed with the force of his orgasm. So close to the pillar of pulsing, steadily-shrinking pink kryptonite in the room, she was weak, woozy, her juices flowing in rivers down her inner thighs. All the same, Wonder Woman had somehow managed to resist losing herself completely. Of course, she also knew that it was only a matter of time before she was made to ride Swift Wind’s cock again, and she also knew that when that happened, her will would break as completely as poor She-Ra’s.

“I’ll leave you your powers, She-Ra,” said Swift Wind, kissing the blonde woman’s neck. “You’ll need them when you give birth to my foal. But if I need them to serve my own new masters…well, I guess everyone will find out who you really are.”

She-Ra hardly seemed to notice, cumming again as Swift Wind lifted her up, his thick, snowy white shaft popping free of her gaped bottom. He set her next to Wonder Woman, and the near-mindless former guardian of good immediately went to work cleaning off her master’s cock with her enthusiastic mouth. After only an instant’s hesitation, Wonder Woman joined the other woman, knowing her only chance of coming out of this with her will intact (if such a thing were even possible under the circumstances) was keeping her master happy.

“Which of his new slaves does the master want to enjoy now?” asked Evil-Lyn, caressing Teela’s handful-sized breasts from behind, and then leaving the redhead dangling by magical bonds while the wicked she-mage did the same to the Sorceress’ slightly larger ones, making the ageless guardian of Castle Greyskull cry out as she pinched down on those erect pink nubs. “The mother, or her daughter?”

“Bring Teela over, Lyn,” answered Swift Wind with a chuckle, crooking a finger toward the girl as she began to gyrate against the glowing energy shackles that Evil-Lyn levitated over, cackling with wicked glee and cruel anticipation as she admired Teela’s exquisitely-toned bottom. “I want the Sorceress to watch while I deflower her daughter, and learn just what true helplessness feels like.” He smirked at Evil-Lyn, who beamed at how quickly Swift Wind had started to pick up her mannerisms, and without her even having to use more than the most peripheral of glamours. “That way, she’ll yield completely, like the fallen heroines at my feet. She’ll serve me forever, a proper, broken, obedient little slave.”

As he spoke, Swift Wind let his large, calloused hands engulf Teela’s breasts, squeezing and palpating them, making the warrior redhead wince at the shock of pleasure this brought. Just as she opened her mouth, though whether to spout defiance or moan, she didn’t know, because Swift Wind easily covered her lips with his own. At first, Teela struggled to pull back. Then, however, her cheeks started to flush as the stallion’s tongue wrestled with her own, and she began to close her eyes. They snapped open wide, however, the moment Swift Wind’s great palm closed over Teela’s magically-waxed pubis, before slipping between her thighs. The corrupted male broke the kiss to smirk smugly at Teela’s gasping face, right before her entire body arched forward like the string of a bow, an orgasm battering her resistance until it was almost to the breaking point.

“That’s how it is with you career girls,” explained Swift Wind as he reached around Teela, cupping her taut buns, lifting her, spreading her thighs apart on either side of his head, her knees soon resting on his broad shoulders. “You dedicate your entire lives to one great ideal, and completely lose sight of the needs of your bodies. It makes you so vulnerable to pleasure, so utterly incapable of even hoping to resist. My former mistress has learned this truth the hard way. Now,” he leaned in, his upper lip curling slightly as he took in Teela’s exquisite scent, “you will learn it as well.”

Would she beg? Would she cast out futile words to defy him to the last? Maybe both, eventually. Teela didn’t know, and couldn’t guess. All she knew, as her tender lower lips grew swollen and deeply flushed at the feel of Swift Wind’s lightest breath across her delicate folds, was that she couldn’t resist looking to She-Ra, a figure far greater than herself, and now reduced to a subservient stallion-slave, and then at her mother, who was already moaning and gyrating in Evil-Lyn’s grip as the beautiful, yellow-skinned witch stroked one hand down the Sorceress’ taut tummy, heading toward her defenseless quim, while the other waved over the bird-cowled woman’s breasts, causing them to glow as they were magically stimulated to painful heights. The Sorceress met her daughter’s gaze with a pitiful expression of her own, One that made it very clear indeed that she had no illusions about her chances, or those of her daughter. Teela and the Sorceress both knew the truth: there would be no escape. All too soon they’d be reduced to mewling, mindless slavegirls, their breasts leaking milk, their bellies swollen with the foals that would drink it, side-by-side with the two princesses, Amazonian and Eternian.

[72% chance of success, 2 successes or 4 failures – rolled 44 – success #1! – New chance 77%]

Such defeatist thoughts were suddenly interrupted, however, by the screech of tearing metal as the doors to Swift Wind’s sumptuous chambers were suddenly wrenched from their moorings.

“Unhand those women, evildoer!” declared Krypto, stepping proudly through the portal to pause, posing heroically, hands-on-hips, chest thrust out, his entire body rippling with muscle.

“Come now,” began Evil-Lyn, motioning for Swift Wind not to engage just yet as she turned to face the newcomer, even as the winged pegasus let Teela continue to dangle while he rose to his feet. “Surely there’s no need for violence. After all,” she stepped forward, placing her long-nailed hands on Krypto’s broad, naked chest, followed soon after by her blue-tinted nipples, “there’s plenty of what you need. More than enough for you both to share.”

“N-need?” stammered Krypto, completely taken aback by an evil-doer who not only seemed completely unhindered by her wickedness (which, as all superheroes knew, made them weak at the core), but was also putting her hands on his body…and not in the way he was used to.

“Of course,” Evil-Lyn continued, letting her sultry eyes play over Stargirl, Supergirl, and the Sailor Scouts, even as she felt (and knew they could all feel as well) the pulsing power of the pink kryptonite washing over them all. “You and your friends are so hard-working, my dear Superdog. You never take time for yourselves.” Her eyes roamed over the other males, from Comet, to Bolt, to Ace, meeting each of their gazes, holding them until she detected the barest hint of acknowledgement that what she said was true. “No rewards for doing good but the good feeling of a job well done. Not even a biscuit or a lump of sugar for risking your lives in the line of duty.”

“I…it’s not…I mean, I don’t…” stammered Krypto, even as Comet stepped forward, his nostrils flaring.

“How dare you…!” he began, the muscles of his thick neck standing out.

“And all the while,” Evil-Lyn continued, silencing both Comet and Krypto, the powerhouses of the team, by cupping their heavy balls in her skilled hands, stopping them both dead in their tracks, “the heroines of your profession flounce about in the most scanty of garments – short skirts or the tightest of tights or even articles so sparse, they’re not even suited for beachwear – and seem utterly astonished at any hint that you might actually be real males under your costumes, with all the needs of any healthy male.”

Now it was Bolt’s turn to be stopped in his tracks. His face set in determination, the short but sturdy canine started forward, his soft, soulful brown eyes slowly turning red as he powered up his heat vision…only to be brought up short as Evil-Lyn’s eyes also glowed, though hers with a purple light, and he stiffened, then looked down, blushing furiously as he saw the purple light around his genitals had caused him to “stiffen” in other ways as well. Ace, in the background, showed little emotion, even as a similar purple light appeared around his tights-clad nethers.

“Surely Skeletor’s told you about the power of the pink kryptonite,” Evil-Lyn cooed, her hands and magic moving in ways that were at once soothing and exciting, making the three heroes before her start to breathe hard, each trading embarrassed glances, ashamed to be found so weak and needy, for they all knew that Evil-Lyn’s former words were the brutal truth. “It weakens females, and strengthens males. More than that, it taps into the need of both sexes, the primal, essential drives that fuel our innermost passions. Perhaps you’re afraid of taking what isn’t offered? No matter,” she added with a cruel smirk at Supergirl, who blushed at how knowing Evil-Lyn’s expression was, making her take a step back as she glanced up at Comet. “Everything these girls have, and much, much more, will be yours, completely willingly, and without restraint. All you have to do, to lay claim to what you’ve earned over all the years of your selfless service, is to reach out…and take what belongs to…hng!”

[77% chance of success – rolled 6]

Though no less tempted, and no less stimulated, than his peers, Ace the Bat-Hound acted all the same. Evil-Lyn never got to finish her spiel, because in a stray moment when she took her eyes off Ace, letting the grip of her magic fade ever-so-slightly, he stepped forward, and landed his fist squarely in her solar plexus. Catching her in his arms, he drew a tranquilizer from his utility belt, and pressed it to her neck with a soft hiss. After a brief tensing, Evil-Lyn’s body soon relaxed, and Ace was able to lower her gently to one of the many soft-cushioned couches in the room.

“She was right in one way,” Ace admitted, as he fixed his eyes on Swift Wind, who stood there, his expression nervous now as he looked between the three powerhouses right behind Ace, two of them easily his equal, and the smaller one not far behind. “We do have needs.”

Loosening his utility belt, Ace glanced back at the girls, and motioned with his muzzle toward the Sorceress, Teela, Wonder Woman, and She-Ra.

“Wait a while outside,” he said in his steady, deep voice, even as the Bat-Hound started to pull his armored shirt over his head. “Swift Wind’s not himself right now, but I’ve researched this phenomenon, and know how to help him. I think we males would like some privacy before we start, though.”

Gulping, Stargirl, Amy, and Mina all flushed furiously, immediately catching on to what Ace meant. Supergirl, Serena, Raye, and Lita, however, didn’t seem to figure out what he meant, and had to be ushered out by the three who did get it, though the powerhouses, Supergirl and Lita (Sailor Jupiter when she was on-duty), were essential to carrying out the limp bodies of the pleasure-soaked captive heroines. As soon as the girls were out of the room, and Supergirl had more-or-less set it back into its fixture, Ace finished undressing, and was soon joined by his four comrades, acting more by the group instincts that drove each of their species, whether it was the power of the pack among the dogs, or the herd impulse for Comet. Swift Wind, meanwhile, gulped, backing up until he felt his firm haunches pressed against the thin pillar of pink kryptonite, now only about as thick as a stripper’s pole, and dwindling ever smaller all the time. He didn’t beg for mercy, though, not after what he’d done. Ace was right: deep inside, Swift Wind knew that what he’d done was wrong, and he also knew perfectly well that he deserved the punishment that he was about to receive.

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12706784/]

“Wait,” Krypto hedged, pausing at the back of the group, even as Bolt seized one of Swift Wind’s arms, and Comet took the other, while Ace produced a set of cuffs made to contain even someone as strong as the Dog of Steel, and soon shackled the winged unicorn’s wrists behind his back. “Wait…what are we doing? We’re the good guys! We’re not supposed to…”

“Get off your high horse,” came a familiar voice from nearby. It was Skeletor, sitting on one of the cushions near where Evil-Lyn had collapsed, still naked, his blue penis at an interested halfmast, but with his Havoc Staff now in hand. He was just raising the tip of the ramskull-topped magic staff from where he’d touched Evil-Lyn’s brow, working some spell upon her. “And get into that one. Don’t you know anything about how corruption magic works?” Then the skull-headed sorcerer tilted his head to the side, as though in realization. “Of course, how thoughtless of me: I’d forgotten who I was talking to. Magic operates on principles of sympathy – like-attracts-like. That two-horned unicorn,” and here he motioned to Swift Wind’s penis, still hard and glistening with the juices of two of the mightiest heroines ever, “was corrupted by a dose of Malefor’s powers after he joined the Council of Evil. That dragon has been causing headaches among my forces well before he started work on you, turning them all from idiots into lust-crazed idiots, and that much easier for Hordak to win over. That pink kryptonite, in fact, is partially made of his crystallized blood, infused with regular red kryptonite, among other treatments. If you want him back on your side, you need to give him a dose of what he got before: lust energy, but this time with a positive spin. So get to it, musclehead: with what’s coming next, you’re going to need all the help you can get, and I’m pretty sure you’re going to be pretty distracted with that,” and at this Skeletor gestured to Krypto’s proudly erect red penis, its knot already visibly swollen, “in your way.”

[http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Havoc\_Staff

http://spyro.wikia.com/wiki/Malefor\_(The\_Legend\_of\_Spyro)]

“He’s right, unfortunately,” answered Ace, who was kneeling before Swift Wind, slowly stroking the muscular stallion’s rigid organ, his German Shepherd’s fluffy tail doing a slow wag above his firmly-muscled, fawn-furred rump. “With all that lust-based energy from the pink kryptonite, none of us are thinking straight. Not even me. If we carry on like this, we might end up…hurting the girls,” he winced slightly at the thought, but his pointed dogcock only twitched, spurting a jet of precum onto Swift Wind’s knees. “Swift Wind needs a dose of cleansing sex, and we need to clear our heads. That’s just the way it is right now, Krypto, so you’d better deal with it.”

Opening his mouth, Krypto seemed about to say something, but soon after he shut his mouth again, and looked at Swift Wind, meeting the winged stallion’s eyes.

“Sorry,” he said softly, and then stepped forward, his penis leading the charge. Instead of assaulting the bound pegacorn, however, instead he seized…Ace’s rump, tilting the other canine forward with astonishing gentleness, getting his fellow superdog onto all-fours. Almost immediately, Ace grit his teeth, grunting as the pleasure hit him when Krypto started eagerly licking his tailhole, rimming the Canine Crusader shamelessly.

“Krypto,” growled Ace, his voice low and slightly reproachful, even as he turned his head to look back at the other dog.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, Ace,” Krypto explained, lifting his head just long enough to say it, before he went back to work. “About as much as I’ve always wanted Wonder Woman,” he added in an undertone. Ace could have added his knowledge about Krypto’s crush on Supergirl as well, but decided, for the sake of Comet’s feelings, not to bring it up. Instead, he tugged on Swift Wind’s cock, making the tall, muscular stallion wince, before he was pushed to his knees before Ace by Comet’s powerful hand.

Almost as soon as soon as Swift Wind was on his knees, Ace was licking his way up and down the smooth pink-white shaft of the well-endowed equine, tasting the sweet juices of She-Ra and Wonder Woman in the process. Though he’d never admit it, that taste was driving him wild, and he was finding it steadily harder to think the more of it he got. What Ace had said was very true indeed: if he hadn’t gotten this opportunity for some release, he really didn’t know what he might have done to the girls just outside. As Krypto suckled on his plump balls from behind, running his tongue over Ace’s velvet-soft pubic fur, the Bat-Hound felt his control slipping even faster. And when Krypto pulled back, onto to press his pointed doggy cock to Ace’s tailhole, he lost it completely, thrusting back into the mighty male’s penis with gusto, impaling himself before Krypto even knew what hit him!

Swift Wind’s head snapped back, and he moaned loudly as Ace started deep-throating him, demonstrating the incredible physical control for which the Canine Crusader was so famous. Powerful hands gripped his mane, however, and Swift Wind’s eyes opened just enough to look straight down the immense barrel of Comet’s super-sized stallionhood, before he was force-fed a good, hefty mouthful of thick, leaky horsecock. Too aroused right then to even think of resisting, the winged unicorn looked up at the Super-horse with heavy-lidded eyes, his cheeks immediately hollowing out as he began bobbed his head, moving at roughly the same pace as Ace. Slow at first, but swiftly building up with the urgency they all felt.

Feeling Krypto start to speed up, Ace hoped the Superdog didn’t lose complete control of himself. The thought was in the back of his mind, of course, but even as their balls slapped against each other, and Ace felt his firm, masculine rump bouncing with the impact of white hips on brown, Krypto’s bright pink penis pulling out almost all the way, then vanishing right to the hilt in the Bat-Hound’s tailhole, Ace never lost complete, total control of himself. There was always that one isolated segment of his mind that stayed present, ready to swing into action. That part of Ace’s brain was kept quite busy calculating exactly how much the very mortal Shepherd could take before he’d just pop like an overfilled balloon – he was, after all, the only mortal in the room right then. When Krypto, gentledog that he was, reached around with one broad, powerful hand, and gripped Ace’s batcock, squeezing and pumping it with vigor and force, before wrapping his other hand around the base, right behind the swiftly-building bulb, Ace let that little part of himself that was still working slip quietly into the background. Right now, even if Krypto did lose control, at least he’d die happy.

Speaking of dying happy, Swift Wind was quickly rethinking his stance on sides. Bolt’s tongue was busily working over his tailhole, and with Ace’s expert muzzle attending his throbbing shaft, and a hefty length of super-cock choking him, making his whole world reel, the rainbow-winged white stallion had to admit he wasn’t unhappy at all with how things had turned out. Bolt didn’t waste much time prepping Swift Wind, either, instead lining himself up, and then taking his time to squeeeeze that wonderfully thick red doggy meat into the trembling, sweating stallion’s toned, taut rump, brushing his copper-colored tail to the side, resting it across the lightning bolt along his flank as he began to thrust, working himself nice and deep into the tight stallionhole before him.

“Take your medicine, Swifty,” chuckled Comet, watching the mighty winged unicorn’s eagerness in sucking cock, not even requiring a bit of effort on the Super Horse’s part anymore, his hand just resting on top of Swift Wind’s head, and occasionally tousling his reddish mane, mostly for show and as a sign of dominance than because there was any need to force the blowjob. Thanks to Swift Wind’s long equine muzzle, even as well-endowed as Comet was, it only took a bit of effort for Swift Wind to take him right to the roots, those fat, goose egg balls bumping against the other male’s chin. “That’s it…greedy cocksucker…mmm…you’re good at this!”

Beaming with the praise, Swift Wind shuddered all over, starting to work his hips, thrusting forward into Ace’s expert muzzle, and then back into the youthful, energetic thrustings of Bolt from behind. When Swift Wind clenched his muscular rump, that was all it took to force a loud yelp! from the White Shepherd’s throat, before he started humping Swift Wind’s buns like there was no tomorrow.

The added impact shuddered right through Swift Wind and into Ace, who felt his whole body start to tremble as he held himself up with hands and knees. Normally, Ace was the reserved one, the one who stayed grim and brooding in the background, while more “people friendly” supers, like Krypto, got out in front and got the attention. That was how Ace liked it. Now, however, the Bat-Hound felt so slutty, so much like a bitch in heat, that he was past caring any longer whether he was one of the two centers of attention here or not. Behind him, Krypto was growling soft nothings in his ear, telling him how gorgeous he was, how long he’d wanted to mount him, how he wanted Ace to mount him afterward, how he…loved him. The last bit made Ace’s eyes widen, and in that instant, the last sane part of his mind shut down completely. His entire body was so alive in that moment, shuddering and pulsing with raw, overwhelming erotic energy. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Ace was always supposed to be in control, even when everyone around him went wild! But now…now he didn’t care, and he didn’t resist it, not anymore.

That was when his orgasm hit, blasting his mind even as he blasted the floor with copious cum.

The chain reaction was almost immediate, as Krypto moaned, his entire body taut, every muscle and vein standing out as he fought against everything his instincts demanded, fought desperately to keep from just letting go. He knew that if he did, he’d destroy a lot more than just Ace’s tailhole. Instead, with an effort of supreme will, the Superdog forced himself to pull out at the very last instant, howling to the ceiling as he came as well, a firehose gush of semen blasting out, whitewashing Swift Wind from head to toe. At least the winged unicorn could take it – Ace would almost certainly have exploded from the impact.

Swift Wind wasn’t nearly so thoughtful, giving a deep grunt as his pleasures peaked, his balls twitching before he started cumming. Bolt’s orgasm, accompanied by high-pitched whining, was just icing on the cake…and speaking of icing, it was incredible how well Ace swallowed down almost every drop, only a little of that thick, potent stallion spunk dribbling down his chin. So neat and tidy…quite unlike Swift Wind, who was coated from head to toe in Krypto’s cum. But soon Swift Wind couldn’t focus on silly details like that: he was far too busy doing his best to guzzle down all of Comet’s whinnying orgasm, his thick, powerful neck working overtime to contain it all…and still not able to succeed completely!

Surprisingly, it was Ace who got to his feet first, casting his eyes around the room. All around him lay the most powerful animal heroes in the known universe, flopped in various stages of sexual afterglow on the plush carpet and soft pillows strewn about the room. Glancing over at Skeletor, Ace arched an eyebrow as he saw the blue-skinned sorcerer quietly leaving the room, Evil-Lyn dangling limply under one arm. Skeletor turned his head, feeling Ace’s eyes upon his back, and shrugged.

“You’ll need your privacy,” he said, in the softest tone Ace had ever heard the loud-mouthed bonehead ever use. Then he closed the door behind him.

Turning back to his companions and friends – and they were all his friends now, Ace admitted, but only to himself, not wanting to lose any more of his “grim, silent loner” image than necessary – the Bat-Hound allowed himself a light smirk as he saw the others starting to recover, many of them groaning. He expected, if Krypto and Comet went at it with everything they had, holding nothing back, they might end up quite literally tearing the entire super station apart. That, he admitted to himself, would be something he’d enjoy seeing…but perhaps not today. He still had a lot of things to do, and knew he didn’t have enough shielding against the fallout of such colossal lovemaking.

“So,” Ace intoned, stepping forward to lay a possessive hand on the rumps of both Krypto and Swift Wind. “Who’s up for a second round?”

Nobody turned him down.

*

“Stop staring at my butt!” snarled Stith.

“You first,” Rocket growled back, meeting the mantrin’s glare with one of equal ferocity.

“If you both don’t mind staying mad at each other,” chimed in Nick Wilde helpfully, “I’ll be happy to stare at both your butts.”

“Nick!” gasped Judy Hopps, covering her mouth with both her hands, obviously scandalized at her partner.

“You shut up, fox,” grumbled Rocket, turning along with Stith to fix their searing gazes on the tie-wearing vulpine. “This is all your fault.”

Wisely, Nick decided to hide behind Judy.

To be perfectly fair, it really was Nick Wilde’s fault that the recently-escaped prisoners were all wearing leftovers from Jabba’s harem, before the recent deposing of the gangster. As Nick had explained it, when they were looking around for clothes, nobody seemed to be paying any attention to the harem wardrobe right then, which made them the easiest clothes to come by in that den of scum and villainy. Of course, the end result of said clothes raid meant that all anybody was wearing were filmy see-through loincloths, and, if they were lucky, halter tops as well. Stith, unfortunately, was not one of the lucky ones. Actually, the only truly lucky one, at least in the tops department, was Thepa ‘Kuttinee, the sangheili girl. Her father, Khida, had insisted, and nobody really had the heart to tell him no.

“It’s all right, Nick,” said Renamon, rubbing her beloved Rika’s smooth bare back, while the fairly flat-chested teen blushed furiously, doing her best to cover herself with her small hands. “I don’t mind in the least. Besides,” and then her hands went to her breasts, full and swollen and even leaking droplets of milk as she squeezed them lightly, “in my present state, I really don’t think I’d be able to fit into anything Jabba had lying around.”

All eyes were immediately on Renamon, who was the very picture of the shapely mother goddess figure, her white-furred belly round and plump with the egg growing within, her breasts eager to yield up their milk at even the gentlest touch. Even the sour-faced Stith had a flush on her cheeks while looking at the golden-furred digimon. No wonder Rika Nonaka, standing next to her, was blushing so hard, skinny little human teen that she was. All that mattered, though, was that Rika still had her digivice, swiped from a fallen guard on her way out, and now clipped to the flimsy bit of gold chain on her exposed hip, ready for use. Even while pregnant, so long as Rika had the digivice, Renamon had an untapped wealth of powers at her disposal…though it was very likely that overusing them would send her into labor, a danger she’d warned the group about while they were laying their plans.

Garrus managed, with a loud clearing of his throat, to draw everyone’s attention back to the table, on which lay holographic plans of Jabba’s Palace, with a special focus on the inner chambers. M’Ress had spent quite a lot of time hacking into the casino’s security system to get the plans, but all her hard work had paid off in the end.

“If you’ll all gather,” said the calm, quiet-natured turrian, “we’ll get started.”

The team wasn’t large, but then, a large team in a place like this would have been more of a hindrance than a benefit. Leading them was Chun-Li, along with her handpicked team of Garrus Vakarian, Judy Hopps, and Nick Wilde (actually, she hadn’t selected Nick – he’d come along when he’d learned Judy was going). Added to this number was Rocket Raccoon and everybody he’d been able to break out during his escape, including Renamon and her human partner, Rika, the two ‘Kuttinee-clan sangheili, and the long-legged mantrin weapons specialist, Stith. M’ress was there because Garrus had saved her, and because she was still the best computer and communications specialist they had. Eleven, then, against the countless, overwhelming hordes. Needless to say, the odds were not encouraging. All the same, Garrus didn’t show any signs of being discouraged, and neither did Chun-Li. Judging from the look the two traded, they had some sort of ace up their sleeves, but what it might be, they kept from the others – after all, Chun-Li had explained, it wasn’t a sure thing, and they didn’t really feel comfortable sharing something that might not take place anyway.

“Just be advised,” Garrus said seriously, “if you see someone who’s obviously not one of the regular thugs around here, don’t shoot that person.”

Chun-Li was the one to summarize each person’s role in the plan, pointing to the many little dots on the map, and advising them all on what they should do, and when. Of course, everyone made sure to synchronize their watches beforehand.

“Renamon,” Chun-Li finally addressed the digimon directly as she came to a close of the mission briefing in the little side room they’d rented, and which M’ress had checked and Rocket had double-checked for surveillance. “Are you ready to get us started?”

“Yes, ma’am,” agreed Renamon.

“Then let’s do this.”

-

Two of the jiralhanae General Scales had brought with him stood sentry before the doors to the inner chambers of Jabba’s Palace, their massive gravity hammers clutched tightly in thick, meaty paws. After the recent breakout, Scales had decided not to take any more chances. The gorilla-like brutes glowered at anyone who drew too close, including a skinny, red-skinned togruta girl carrying drinks. Unlike most others in the place, however, the brutes didn’t actively hassle the togruta, even when she got far closer to the doors than others while going about her duties. After all, she’d been past them several times already, carrying special requests from the kitchen and the wine cellars to General Scales himself. While they didn’t like it, they acknowledged that the girl at least probably had some business in the general vicinity.

[https://www.halowaypoint.com/en-us/universe/weapons/gravity-hammer

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Togruta]

As aggressive as the two jiralhanae were in defending their post, actually, they’d effectively cut themselves off from anyone and everyone else in the casino’s VIP room. Everyone there gave them a wide berth, and with the shadows that were so prevalent in the interior of Jabba’s Palace, the various revelers and gamblers could easily overlook the hulking pair standing guard. With such isolation in place, nobody except the two jiralhanae noticed as a well-formed feminine shaped stepped toward them, her golden fur, and the snowy white fur of her front, almost seeming to glow in the dim light. At first the two jiralhanae started to lift their hammers, feeling the power of the massive weapons trembling down their arms. Then they saw the vixen’s full, pregnant belly, her full breasts leaking little droplets of milk, her surprisingly snug-looking little sex only barely concealed by a flimsy piece of translucent silk, and they both lowered their weapons, dark eyes following every movement of the beautiful creature that had come to visit them. Savage brutes they might be, but even they recognized the lack of threat from a pregnant woman…and recognized just as well her obvious charms.

“Hello, boys,” said Renamon, smiling sweetly as she drew close to the massive beasts, close enough that she could smell them, and they her, their nostrils flaring on their squat-nosed, shaggy faces. “I think you’ve both been waiting for me all night.”

“You said that right,” growled one of the two jiralhanae, his lips curling immediately into a grin as he shifted the full weight of his gravity hammer to one hand, the other going out to grab the golden vixen’s hip. “Me, I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”

The other brute, not as verbose as his companion, didn’t even bother keeping one hand on his hammer, instead letting it lean against the wall behind him, while both his sausage-fingered hands reached out to grab Renamon’s breasts, squeezing them with almost crushing tightness, the milk dribbling out between his fingers. Grunting in appreciation, he leaned forward as Renamon moaned, her head tilting back at the rough hands on her, and started to lick up her sweet vixen’s milk.

“You know,” Renamon gasped out, her cheeks deeply flushed, “you boys really seem like a lot of fun.”

“You’d better believe it,” chuckled the talkative brute, casually flipping up the front flap of Renamon’s loincloth, then engulfing her pussy with one meaty fist, his grin widening, showing many sharp teeth, as he found that the least bit of rubbing soon got the renamon’s juices flowing down onto his wrist. “We haven’t even gotten started.”

“It’s just a shame,” Renamon continued, reaching out and resting a gentle, three-fingered hand on each of their heads as they crouched before her.

“Huh?” exclaimed the talker, while the quiet one grunted in confusion.

“Well…we really need to get past you two,” Renamon explained. “And as much as I think I’d enjoy distracting you, I’m pretty sure you’d notice my friends while they were sneaking in.”

“What are you-?” started the talkative jiralhanae, before a series of lightning-fast kicks hammered mercilessly into the side of his head, each coming so fast, they blurred together into a single, continuous blow. Any ordinary human’s head would have exploded like an overripe melon under such a barrage. For a brute, it was just enough to knock him cold before he knew what had hit him.

Seeing his fellow fall, the quiet one had just released Renamon’s breasts, before he blinked, turning to look down the barrel of a very large gun.

“Peekaboo,” sneered Rocket, and depressed the trigger.

[65% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures – rolled 5 – success #1! – New chance of success 70%]

Actually, the shot was surprisingly quiet, but that was only to be expected from a stun round, even one sized for a jiralhanae. As soon as the big guy collapsed, Rocket grinned over his shoulder at Stith, holding a similarly-sized weapon (also made by Rocket of the parts he’d had available). The brown-skinned mantrin sniffed disdainfully, tilting her beaklike nose up as she stalked past the diminutive ‘coon.

“I coulda done it better,” she said with a huff, before neatly slicing through the door lock with the weapon in her hand, well before M’ress could get there with her splicing kit to do the job with finesse rather than brute force. Horrified as the caitian was, she took one look at Stith’s face, and decided not to make any complaints – obviously the mantrin girl needed to let off some steam.

“You okay, babe?” asked Rocket immediately after, going to Renamon, and doing his best not to notice the moisture leaking down her breasts and inner thighs.

“Never been better,” replied the gold-furred digimon with an adorable smile.

_ _

-

Thick green fingers squeezed Joss Possible’s small, adorably pale bottom as she squirmed, bent over a padded restraining device, helplessly presented and exposed. The teenaged former farmgirl-turned secret agent had an obvious bikini tan, which left her dime-sized dark nipples standing out clearly from the deep brown of the rest of her skin, while her buns almost glowed in the dark. Nearby, Ann Possible dangled from ropes set in the ceiling, holding her knees high, her bottom low in a forced “W” shape, her legs widely splayed, her arms above her head, the wrists similarly bound by ropes leading to the ceiling. The red-haired MILF had her mouth free, but Joss had been gagged, as had the two girls even now being strapped into place to either side of her: Gwen Tennyson, and Jade Chan. That same large, powerful, scaly green hand, the only one its owner had available for such fine work, roamed all three pert teenage bottoms, squeezing and caressing them with surprising care, considering how brutal the hand in question looked. As brutal as its owner.

“Tell me how much you sent off, Ann Possible,” General Scales ordered calmly, even as he started working a single thick digit against Joss’ dewy folds, making the poor girl moan into her gag, her cheeks swiftly reddening, as did her snug, baby smooth sex. “I know you managed to get a message off, and there’s no point in hiding its contents any further. Not when there’s so much at stake for you.”

“You’d be a bad den mother if you let your little darlings get knocked up,” Crita taunted with a wicked sneer, reaching up to grab Ann’s full breasts in both hands, and starting to maul them mercilessly. “After all, what would their parents say?”

“It’s not that hard, Doctor Possible,” Shego said calmly, standing over by the side of the room, idly running her hands across the numerous shapes and sizes of dildo stored in a cabinet attached to the wall, frowning thoughtfully as she considered her selection. “Just answer the boss’ questions, and things go a lot easier for all of you. Keep your mouth shut, and the kids start having kids. Simple.” She rolled her eyes as though bored, and glanced back at the dangling redhead. “I’d expect your daughter, Kim, to have trouble with this sort of situation. You always struck me as the intelligent sort.”

Seeing the hesitation in Ann Possible’s eyes, Scales rolled his eyes, then pointed with his claw-hand to a viewscreen hanging nearby. Instantly, it activated, and Ann was given a view of another cell, this one occupied only by males.

“Perhaps you aren’t sufficiently moved by the plight of these young females,” the saurian despot mused. “Perhaps you know full well the suffering they will endure, and think it will improve their toughness. But perhaps you will feel more sympathy for the humiliation of these young males!”

As the screen’s image solidified, Ann gasped softly as she saw her daughter’s friend, Ron Stoppable, and also the brown-haired boy, Ben Tennyson, being shoved into the room, surrounded on all sides by the hulking, porcing gamorreans. Ben, ever defiant, never admitting defeat, said something to the thuggish guards, something obviously defiant and naïve, for they immediately started laughing, then closed in on the two boys, obscuring them from view. But though she couldn’t see what the gamorreans were doing, Ann could tell from the shreds of clothes being tossed aside, and the occasional glimpse of a bared limb. Finally, two of the piggish guards gripped the shoulders of the two boys, holding them on their knees, their slender, youthful bodies laid completely bare. Ron, of course, was of a skinny, exomorphic build, slim but reasonably firm, obviously built for endurance running. Ben, on the other hand, had a mesomorphic musculature, the sort that would be perfectly-suited to a swimmer, or a flyweight boxer. That they’d had “handling” as well as stripping was evident from the way their smooth young penises were standing at halfmast, Ron looking terribly embarrassed at the obvious evidence that he’d at least partially enjoyed what the skilled hands of the gamorrean guards could do to him, Ben looking absolutely furious.

“Gang-raped by green pigs?” Shego quipped with a smirk, picking out a few dildos from the collection available and walking toward Ann Possible as she watched the screen. “Sounds hot to me. I’m especially looking forward to seeing that prick, Ron, get what he deserves. He’s helped out Kim Possible enough times to more than earn something like that.”

“Watch,” said General Scales, folding his arms, his loincloth already tented with anticipation.

Watch they did, and as they did, another figure stepped into the room. A bright red color around his neck, throbbing dully with hidden power, the being was tall, powerfully-built, a truly commanding figure rippling with powerful, agile muscle beneath its sleek black fur. Those who’d known him before would have recognized the newcomer as Matt the anubian. What they might not have recognized was the red gleam in his eyes, no longer filled with the calm assurance of cosmic awareness, but rather reflecting the dark wickedness of overwhelming lust.

“No!” Ann cried out. “Stop! You can’t!”

“Talk,” said Scales, not even bothering to turn his head. “I have asked you many questions, Doctor Ann Possible, over the hours that you have been here. I feel that I have been more than patient, more than understanding. Give me what I want, or suffer the consequences.”

Finally, as the gamorreans bent the boys backward, forcing their hips to thrust out, and Matt knelt, his large hands wrapping around each boyish erection – and they were erect, simply at the raw, overwhelming presence of this male among males – and easily stroking them until they were dripping with precum, Ann cracked. The expressions on each boy’s face were what finally got to her, trepidation and shame on Ron Stoppable’s, utter, absolute shock on Ben Tennyson’s as his mind was forced to cope with the impossibility that he might actually be enjoying what was being done to him.

“I-mmmph!”

The moment Ann Possible opened her mouth, Shego stepped forward, and thrust one of her selected dildos between the beautiful redhead’s lips, cutting off whatever she’d been about to say. Her eyes widened in shock, and she began a series of muffled, desperate pleas to Scales’ broad, muscular back. But General Scales heeded none of her unintelligible entreaties. Instead, he raised his metal-clawed hand, making a gesture of finality.

“So be it.”

On the screen, the gamorreans were rubbing the two boys all over with slick oil, until their slender bodies glistened, while Matt happily sampled first one prick, then the other, his long, slender muzzle showing obvious skill as he swirled his tongue around each boy’s glans, then took them to the roots with ease, his large black hands seizing their toned bottoms, squeezing them tight, pulling them toward him, ensuring there would be no way for them to escape the pleasure he was forcing upon them. The attitude of the green-skinned guards was one of a sort of festival, a party where they were allowed to just enjoy themselves, letting all their inhibitions go. They were jovial, and not at all cruel. If anything, they seemed to want the two boys to enjoy themselves, even as they began squeezing thick, oil-slick digits into each tense young bottom, then laughing at the expressions this penetration and lubrication elicited from each youth, at how flushed their cheeks got, and tensed their necks became. If anything, this lack of malice just made it worse for the boys.

Hearing the door to the chamber open, Ann turned her head as much as possible, eyes widening in horror as she saw a full squad of sharpclaws entering the room. There had to be at least eight of them, all strong, thick-thewed, mighty specimens of masculinity, their scales in shades of blue, yellow, and green. And, like most sharpclaws, completely naked, their free-hanging shafts swiftly stiffening at the sight of presented teenage twat. The girls had also turned their heads as far as possible on hearing the door open, and poor Ann would never forget the looks on their faces at the sight of so much raw, virile masculinity violating their tender eyes.

[https://www.sofurry.com/view/741609 – for inspirational purposes; the attached story too

http://starfox.wikia.com/wiki/SharpClaw]

On the screen, Ann caught sight of Matt forcing Ron forward, bending him over, forcing his skinny pink butt into the air. The well-muscled anubian let his heavy slab of male meat slap against the boy’s bottom, resting between his cheeks as he started to thrust, nice and slow, letting Ron get a good idea exactly what was about to go inside him, and exactly how big it was. As Ron’s mouth opened, and Ann was sure he was begging for mercy, even if she couldn’t hear it due to the poor sound quality on the video feed, the sounds of her young protégés filled her ears as the sharpclaws yanked their gags from their mouths. Sweet, high-pitched girlish pleading was loud in the room, before it was once again muffled as the cruel reptiles forced wide ring gags into the girls’ mouths to replace the common ball gags that had been there before. Even muffled, their cries were still loud and pitiable as rough, cruel talons mauled tender pink bottoms, kneading and spreading them, before broad snouts were thrust against delicate pudenda, snuffling them eagerly. Moments later, the sharpclaws started to lick the defenseless little cunnies before them, and the voices of Joss Possible, Gwen Tennyson, and Jade Chan were raised high as they squirmed in their bonds, their juices already flowing copiously.

“The boss never really cared what you knew, Doc Possible,” Shego explained, her tone surprisingly gentle as she squeezed another dildo into Ann’s sex, and a third, smaller one into her anus, both of them thankfully well-lubricated, especially the one in the rear, even as she found herself tasting the aphrodisiac that coated the one in her mouth. “He was just softening you up, wearing you down. Oh, he’d’ve let you go if you squealed, don’t mistake that: he’s honorable, and he keeps his promises. But you didn’t squeal in time, so now,” her smile turned decidedly wicked, “all you’ll be doing, for the rest of your life, is squealing. And all those youngsters with you as well.”

Now Matt was pressing his swollen black glans against Ross’ anus, already starting to stretch open the boy’s skinny buns. At the same time, Ann saw the sharpclaws rising up, positioning their thick, meaty organs at her girls’ defenseless pussies, rubbing their scaly tips up and down, smearing each girls’ wetness around as they prepared for the first deflowering thrust. Scales himself had turned around, and was watching as Shego worked the dildos in and out of Ann’s exposed holes, making the older woman jerk and shudder despite herself as her own juices began to flow copiously, dripping down to the floor beneath.

Despite everything, however, Ann Possible knew that there were others out there, agents like her and the ones she’d led on this failed infiltration mission. Skilled agents, and competent ones as well. They’d save her, save them all, she just knew it. Even as Scales stepped forward, and Shego pulled the dildo in her pussy out, clearing the way for the massive dinosaur as he shafted his cock with his good hand, then slotted it firmly into place, Ann didn’t give up hope, trusting that, somehow, someone would come to save them all.

“You will bear my eggs, human slut,” he sneered, curling his lip contemptuously. “And all those who trusted you will spend the rest of eternity serving the whims of my minions.”

No, it couldn’t end this way!

Could it?

[70% chance of success, 3 successes or 4 failures – rolled 93 – failure #1 – New chance of success 65%]

“AAIIEEEE!” screamed Ann Possible as Shego pulled the dildo in her mouth free at the very moment Scales’ hips thrust forward, punching his obscenely-sized spiked shaft right to the uttermost depths of her being. It felt like he was raping her womb!

Vaguely, as her whole body swung back and forth in her bonds, her full breasts bouncing with the force of the massive dinosaur’s powerful thrusts, his potent balls slapping her bottom, turning it a bright red, she heard the squeals of Gwen, Joss, and Jade. Gwen Tennyson’s pussy was being split wide by a massive blue-scaled sharpclaw cock, while Joss was being stuffed by a slightly smaller green-scaled brute, and little Jade, the most petite of the three, was getting her cunny crammed to the brim with a yellow-scaled beast’s brutally thick organ. More sharpclaws surged forward, and in moments the cries of the three teens were muffled as the well-muscled males filled their mouths through the ring gags, this time in opposite order of size, a blue-scaled monster stretching little Jade’s mouth until her jaw was ready to give out, gripping her black pigtails tightly, while a yellow-scaled savage got to slapping his balls energetically against Gwen’s chin.

Up on the screen, Ron Stoppable’s cry as he was penetrated was loud enough, it could actually be heard, despite the poor sound reception. It soon became obvious that his cry wasn’t of pain, however, or even of that much discomfort. Rather, it was the cry of a boy whose entire worldview has just been violated as surely as his bottom, for when Matt’s heavy black balls slapped the back of Ron’s much smaller pink ones, the human boy came, hard. It would not be the last time. No, not by a long stroke.

“Most of the slaves have been shipped out,” Crita reported somewhere in the background, barely audible to Ann’s pleasure- and shame-shrouded mind. “There’s still a few you and the two dragons wanted as personal slaves, but they’re receiving treatments right now. It seems sort of a shame to let Cluny and Slagar and their scum have so much fine human flesh, though…”

“It,” snarled Scales, his hips speeding up, precum spattering her uterine walls, making them shudder and convulse as his potent prostaglandins contacted her smooth inner muscles, “doesn’t matter.” He was going faster now, his snarls of pleasure loud in Ann Possible’s ears as he rode her right to the edge of orgasm. His orgasm – hers had been hitting her like sledgehammers for long minutes now, stealing her breath and silencing her speech. “The more often they give birth, the more slaves we’ll have at the excavation.” He grinned down into Ann’s pleasure-stunned face. “Including this little slave’s babies.”

Before Ann could finally force herself to say something, Scales covered her mouth with his own, kissing her, crushing her lips with his scaly ones, his tongue slobbering across hers. He was cumming! He was cumming inside! She wasn’t on the pill, he didn’t have a condom, and he was cumming inside her! No, no, this can’t…he can’t…stop…pull out…please…ooooh!

[20% chance of pregnancy – rolled 8 – Doctor Ann Possible is now pregnant with General Scales’ baby]

Her senses in overdrive, Ann could swear she heard the loud squirting of cum into each girl’s cunny, and down each girl’s throat, the cruel sharpclaws bellowing loudly over the desperate sobs and wails of the girls around the thick pieces of reptile meat plugging their mouths, forcing them to swallow every last drop or drown. Grunting in satisfaction, the cruel dinosaurs pulled themselves free, wiping their glistening cocks on the bright red bottoms of their well-raped victims, before each gave his girl’s buns a hard spank, laughing at the squeals this elicited. As soon as they finished, the other sharpclaws moved into position, taking their places. This time, however, the sharpclaws in the rear aimed higher, and the wails of the girls were even louder as their poor little bottoms were stuffed to the brim, their smooth heart shapes split wide by fat, scaly dinococks. This time it was little Jade Chan who got the big blue, and this time her squeals of violation were the loudest.

Up on the screen, Ann Possible could see Ron Stoppable shuddering all over, thick jackalcum leaking down the backs of his legs as Matt finished up inside of him. Her view was soon unobstructed as Scales pulled free, heaving a relaxed, satisfied sigh, his mind clear and rational now that he’d worked off some of the sexual tension that so frequently threatened to consume his cunning military mind. Ann couldn’t hold back a soft groan at how utterly empty she felt without that massive dinosaur cock inside her, and she spared a glance downward, gaping at how thoroughly she’d been gaped, and how much cum was leaking out of her. Her period hadn’t come that month, not yet, and Ann Possible knew with sinking certainty that she could very well be carrying this brutal male’s baby. So her eyes lifted, and then softened, watching the powerful, black-furred jackal actually caressing young Ron’s naked body, spooning up against him as they lay on their sides, being so gentle with the poor boy after being so rough before.

Turning, Crita in tow behind him, Scales glanced back at Shego, who was eagerly watching the three teens get their adorable little bottoms pounded savagely by meaty dinococks, their sweet little buns bouncing with each hard slap of scaly hips against smooth, tender skin.

“Feel free to make use of my latest egg-layer,” he said with a light shrug. “Once the slaves have been properly raped into submission, clean them up, and put them in the next shipment going out to the excavation site.” He smiled cruelly. “They’ll serve nicely, sweating under the brutal heat of the day. And if my sharpclaw don’t get them pregnant, I’m sure the lesser beasts serving under Cluny or Slagar certainly will.”

As he left, Ann turned her eyes up, to avoid watching Shego get out her strap-on in preparation for raping the poor redhead’s pussy even more brutally than Scales ever had. Or maybe she’d claim Ann’s anus, just like the adorably squealing teens before her, the sharpclaws thrusting almost straight down into their bouncy buns. Ron was now in the hands of several gamorreans, some of them rubbing his butt, others stroking his body, and one enthusiastically sucking on the blonde boy’s cock, getting it back to full erection. Matt, meanwhile, had seated himself on a stool, his thighs spread wide. Gripped firmly in his hands, his smoothly-muscled back pressed against the anubian’s chest, was Ben Tennyson, his feet kicking as the well-muscled black jackal gripped him beneath his thighs, his pale pink bottom, showing his swim trunk tan lines across his otherwise very tanned body, pointed down toward Matt’s upthrust penis, glistening like smooth black obsidian. Ben was yelling something, was struggling with all his might, but the bonds holding his wrists behind his back were too strong, and so was the grip of the anubian.

Matt smiled calmly, his red eyes gleaming…and then he began to lower the boy squirming in his grip down, until Ben was resting heavily upon the heavy head of the big black male’s penis. Ben’s struggles grew ever more frantic as that massive glans started to stretch him open, his cries ever louder, as the sweat of his exertions soon bathed his tanned body in a glistening sheen. Suddenly, something gave way, and Ben’s mouth and eyes opened wide as he sank down, down, all the way down onto Matt’s penetrating penis. The anubian wrapped his arms around Ben now, hugging the boy’s knees to his smooth-skinned chest from behind, which served to give him better leverage, letting him push the wriggling teen down until their balls met, and then grip him tightly so he could more easily start to bounce the boy on his lap. Poor Ben’s penis bobbed with each bounce, leaking copious precum, and he was obviously very vocal, as his mouth stayed open wide.

Ann Possible’s attention was jerked from the screen by a rough hand on her head. It was Shego, gripping Ann’s red hair, forcing her to look down at the double-headed strapon the green-skinned woman was wearing.

“One for each hole,” declared Shego proudly, before kissing Ann like a savage. In the background, Ann Possible heard the sweet squeals of Gwen, Joss, and Jade rising over the loud grunts of the sharpclaws as they came inside the teens’ bottoms. Moments later, she was squealing into Shego’s kiss as she felt both heavy heads of the strapon force their way into her defenseless body.

Surrendering herself to sensation, Ann’s eyes rolled back into her head, and orgasm took her.