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Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Entry 23

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Casino City

Kaa is looking for some amusement. Who does he seek out?

a) The human girls (Alexa, Dawn, Iris, Lyra, Marilyn, May, Misty) – 4

b) The younger WB characters (Babs Bunny, Buster Bunny, Fifi Lefume) – 1

c) The older WB characters (Lexi Bunny, Lola Bunny, Minerva Mink) – 5 x

d) Our team leader (Chocolat Gelato) – 1

e) The furgirls (Felicia and Sheryl) – 1

f) Foxy the Fox Pirate (select another group – Foxy will become Kaa’s instrument) – 5 x

Now to our team approaching Jabba’s Palace. How shall they make their approach?

A) Use M’Ress and/or Renamon and/or Flamedramon as decoy slavegirls and con our way in – 3

B) Guns blazing – take ‘em all on! – 0

C) Pose as scum of the galaxy – 2

D) Go back and bring some human girls with us to offer to Jabba – he likes humans, a lot (85% chance of success, precludes option “a” above, and the girls are immediately put into trouble; Scooby refuses to offer Daphne or Velma) – 4 – winner by a nose

E) Sneak in through the sewers – 3

F) The Third Option

*Castlevania

The Next Scene:

Beast and Belle – 2

Jonathan Talbain

Kasumi – 1

Midna and the gargoyles

Steele’s fun – 7 x

Our next target:

1) Raid the barracks for gear and chaos – 4

2) Let’s go save Brooklyn, the lions, and Kim Possible – 2

(65% chance of success, four successes or three failures, and Fox McCloud and Captain Claw will join us)

3) Return upstairs to save Kasumi, Belle, and Beast – 1

4) Stop Steele and save Midna and Jon Talbain – 9 – the frontrunner by far

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

5) Face us, Dracula!

6) Split the party – 3

Immediate Party Additions:

Amy Sorel (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Amy) – 3

Raphael Sorel (http://soulcalibur.wikia.com/wiki/Raphael) – 3

Randomly-selected Character (my choice) – 4

(Un)dead adventuring party with awesome gear – 3

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

Ahuizotl (http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Ahuizotl) – 5 – joins the villains

Baroness (GI Joe) – 3

Bonnie & Clyde (http://liloandstitch.wikia.com/wiki/Bonnie\_%26\_Clyde) – 4

Casey Jones (TMNT, original flavor) – 2

Dante (Devil May Cry) – 3

Deadpool (Marvel) – 5 – shows up soon

Disgaea characters (List characters you want to see when you vote) – 4

-Almaz von Almandine Adamant

-Etna

-Flonne

-Laharl

-Sapphire Rodonite

-Sicily

Draco (Dragonheart) – 7 – will come into play

Drago and the Demon Sorcerers (Jackie Chan Adventures) – 4

Drakengard dragons (make any desired suggestions for additions) – 4

-Angelus

-Gabriella

-Legna

-Mikhail/Michael

Elesa (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Elesa) – 4

Fallen One (Etrian Odyssey) – 5 – joins the villains

Flannery (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Flannery) – 4

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

Gardevoir (Pokemon) – 2

Goris the Deathclaw (Fallout) – 5 – out of the vault

Harle (villainess from Chrono Cross) – 6 – will appear

HK-47 (Star Wars KOTOR) – 5 – comes online

Jenny Wakeman (http://teenagerobot.wikia.com/wiki/Jenny\_Wakeman/XJ-9) – 2

Judy Hopps (Disney) – 1

Lopunny (Pokemon) – 2

Lucario (Pokemon) – 3

Master Chief (HALO) – 5 – guns blazing

Medicham (Pokemon) – 2

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

Nick Wilde (Disney) – 1

Papyrus (Undertale) – 1

Pokemon additions (please make suggestions, will be non-anthro unless requested otherwise)– 1

-Charizard

-Ivysaur

-Jigglypuff

-Pichu

-Pikachu

-Squirtle

Raiden (Mortal Kombat, mythic encounter) – 3

Scarlet (GI Joe) – 2

Shelly (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Shelly) – 4

The Six Dragons (Chrono Cross) – 5 – they come

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

Villager (Animal Crossing, Smash Bros.) – 6 – votes were for humans…I think he counts…

Zoo Crew (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captain\_Carrot\_and\_His\_Amazing\_Zoo\_Crew!) – 2

Characters Pending Appearance

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

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

Articuno (mythic encounter, Pokemon)

Asgore Dreemurr (Undertale)

Cha Cha and Kayamba (Monster Hunter)

Doggo (Undertale)

Elemental and Elder Dragons (Etrian Odyssey, mythic encounter)

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

Katt (http://bof.wikia.com/wiki/Katt)

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

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

Krogans

Natsuki and Batanen (Hyper Police)

Po (Kung-Fu Panda)

Sangheili (aka Elites, HALO, will also appear as villains)

sans (Undertale)

Squirrel Girl (Marvel)

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

Turians (Mass Effect)

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

Ursa (Gummi Bears)

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

The Next Villain Scene (reset, 10 votes to take place) – 2

Master Tigress/Okami pairing – 3

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

Krystal starts training someone in her mental arts (Kim Possible suggested) – 4

Wolf Linkle (Rule 63 Link) – 6

C-3PO vs. Mettaton deathmatch – 3

Tails/Krystal – 5

Carmelita/Rocket – 5

Carmelita/Rocket/Sly Raccoon Sandwich – 4

Taking crew measurements on the ship – 7 – will take place

Pleasure Island casino, a place for transformations – 3

Gigginox attack (http://monsterhunter.wikia.com/wiki/Gigginox) – 6

Genderswap Stallion – 4

Princess Elsa wears black leather – 1

Daphne and Velma become weredogs (Scooby Snatches) – 7 – the change begins soon

Kaa/Mirage (will include interrogation) – 9 – will take place

Zerg led by the Queen of Blades/Kerrigan – 3

Apple family “reunion” – 8 – So happy to see each other

What’s going on in the rest of the universe? – 1

More Sam and Max silliness – 5

Zeno/Leatherhead – 5

Tails and Bambi dressed as girls – 3

Tails/Stallion (can be mixed with crossdressing) – 3

Kim Possible saves the day (will save those around her at normal chances – no reduction for multiple actions; requires only 5 votes) – 7 – action!

Where’s Raven? – 4

Slave auction scene – 1

Shere Khan turns a human girl into a furry – 1

Pending Scenes

Mythological Encounter

Mirage/Carmelita – ongoing

Master Tigress demands a rematch with Jon Talbain

Cheshirespace and Coyote (Mythic encounter) – ongoing

Jon Talbain/Bambi

Zeke/Jon Talbain/Amaterasu wolfsome

Angela develops a bondage fetish

Master Tigress/Renamon interaction (futanari Renamon suggested)

Asriel/Toriel cleansing scene (incest very likely)

Author Notes

Present pregnancy tally:

Angela the gargoyle – pregnant by Red Arremer

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Caroline - pregnant by kzin

Chocolat Gelato – pregnant by Dag the coyote

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Daisy\_%28anime%29 - pregnant by pig cop

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Johanna - pregnant by kzin

Kim Possible – pregnant by hyenas, now a blue-furred, red-haired werefox

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Lily\_%28Kanto%29 - pregnant by pig cop

http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Violet - pregnant by pig cop

Daphne Blake and Velma Dinkley – pregnant by Scooby Doo

Okami Amaterasu – pregnant by Coyote, the trickster god, has four pups on the way

I’ve decided not to include every moment when Kaa adds multiple ‘s’ sounds to his words. Just imagine that they’re there, please.

UFC Entry 23

Since she’d been the one to save the ponies from their fate in the depths of the ruined ice temple, Samus Aran had felt it was her responsibility to make sure they took her quarters, at least until better accommodations could be made. By similar reasoning, Big Macintosh had at first decided to sack out on an air mattress on the floor, leaving the beds Samus had pulled into the room for the fillies. This notion, however, didn’t last long after Spitfire had arrived from the debriefing she’d attended with Red Savarin, the captain of their present ship. As soon as the flame yellow filly saw the naked red stallion reclining on an air mattress, she had quite firmly insisted that he join them on the beds. After the little group had shoved each bed together, they actually had enough room for everybody, albeit not by much.

Personally, Big Macintosh didn’t mind the close quarters one bit. While he’d found it a little bit odd when both Rainbow Dash and Gilda had insisted on using his sac as a shared pillow, having Applejack tucked under one of his arms, while Spitfire let herself snuggle next to him beneath the other wasn’t at all unpleasant. Being a man, of course, and surrounded by four beautiful mares, his penis was out of its sheath, but due to the relaxed nature of the setting, he was still flaccid, his firehouse-colored length lying semi-limp across the curve of his upper thigh. Fortunately nobody had touched him any higher than his balls, as Big Macintosh didn’t really want to break the feeling of restful calm in the room.

Spitfire had been the one who’d taken it worst, Big Macintosh figured. She’d been the one that Stallion almost raped first, after all. Still, she wasn’t the only one of the girls there who’d gone through an ordeal, and there were scars left on the souls of them all. Applejack had an…appreciation for being tied up, something she’d explored a little with her big brother, and to have her secret pleasure used against her had left her unsure of herself, exposed and violated. Rainbow Dash hated being helpless, unable to defend herself, unable to take charge whenever she wanted. More than that, she was very vulnerable and shy when it came to sexual matters, something that would have astonished anyone who knew her in any other context, and the threat of rape had left her jittery inside, now that the excitement had passed. And then there was Gilda.

Seeing the rainbow-haired blue pony snuggled up against her best non-pony friend made Big Macintosh smile: they just looked so sweet pressed together like that, with Rainbow Dash’s head on Gilda’s shoulder, while Gilda unconsciously nibbled on Dash’s wings, lightly preening her friend in her sleep. An unconscious reaction, something sweet and avian, and something Big Macintosh doubted the strong, tough girl would ever admit to doing when she was awake. After all, even with her filly-fooling with Rainbow Dash, Gilda was still inexperienced in matters emotional, a result of being raised among the griffins of Griffinstone, with their focus on independence, toughness, and selfishness that often slipped into outright greed. She was even more emotionally vulnerable than Rainbow Dash, and that was saying something, even though, just like Dash, she put on a tough façade. And she’d been twisted by evil magic, corrupted, made to do things that Big Macintosh was sure had to leave a mark on the soul. Despite being an enemy only a short while ago, somehow Big Macintosh sensed that Gilda was to be pitied more than any of them.

And what about Big Macintosh himself? The big red stallion wasn’t the sort to show emotions, and he certainly wasn’t likely to let on when he was hurt. Maybe he even went so far as to hide his real feelings from himself sometimes. Now he took time out to reflect and consider: was he damaged by his recent ordeal? And what about his own near-rape by Zeke, the Big Bad Wolf? That was something nobody had seen, and he was pretty sure nobody knew about it. Nobody except him and Zeke. Not even Stallion had been there at the time, though it had been Stallion that had interrupted Big Macintosh’s violation by his sudden arrival; apparently Zeke preferred his only audience to be future victims, rather than partners in crime.

After some consideration, Big Macintosh gave the slightest shrug, careful not to move too much, and risk disturbing the girls pressed against his big warm body. What had happened, or nearly happened, was in the past, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Nothing, except move on and be happy in the face of his past misfortunes. It had happened, and now it was over, and that, he supposed, would just have to be that.

Turning his head, Big Macintosh saw Spitfire looking up at him, her eyes heavy, but still obviously not ready to give into sleep. Just like Big Macintosh.

“Thinking about what we’ve been through, too, huh?” asked the tough-as-nails leader of the Wonderbolts.

“Eeyup,” answered Big Macintosh in his typical laconic fashion.

“I figured. But you don’t look too bothered by it.”

“Nope,” agreed the big red stallion.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

“Nope.”

Spitfire smirked at that, then snuggled a little more closely against Big Macintosh’s side, resting on hand on his broad chest, slowly rubbing her fingers up and down, feeling the softness and solid firmness of his body, melded together into a gently enticing whole.

“You smell nice,” she murmured, her eyes starting to close. “Like apples.”

Big Macintosh didn’t say anything. He knew he didn’t need to, as Spitfire was letting herself drift off into sleep. Sometimes, he figured, there was a need to talk things through, and he guessed somebody like Twilight Sparkle would be best at working people through their feelings with words. But sometimes, well, sometimes it was best to just stay quiet, and let nature take its course. Right then, Big Macintosh knew just his being there was enough, a solid, firm foundation on which the four girls around him could rest and recover. If they’d pulled away, or insisted on sleeping separately, then words would probably have been needed. But with all of them sleeping pressed against his body, the room warm enough that sheets weren’t needed, Big Macintosh knew the healing power of sleep alone would probably be enough, at least for now.

Ears perking, Big Macintosh turned his large green eyes toward the door as it slid open. He’d started to tense up in readiness to act, but when he saw that it was Princess Luna, he relaxed.

“I’m not really here,” said the princess of the night, walking to the cot. “At least, not physically, if you understand me.”

“I’m dreamin’,” Big Macintosh concluded with his usual bucolic accent. “Am I the only one?”

“No,” Luna answered, seating herself on the edge of the cots that had pressed together into a larger makeshift bed. “Everyone is asleep right now. So far, they don’t need me to help them. I think just having you nearby is enough.” She smiled, looking down at the reclining stallion, then blushing cutely as her beautiful blue eyes strayed a little lower than she’d intended, and promptly popped back up to his face. “I suppose…I suppose there’s something soothing about the presence of a strong stallion next to you when you’re feeling weak and vulnerable.”

“You’re here for you,” said Big Macintosh, “not for me.”

At first, Luna looked down in guilt. But when she dared to peek at Big Macintosh’s face, however, her stance relaxed as she saw that he was smiling at her, his expression open and radiating understanding. Smiling back, the midnight-blue princess rested her hands on Big Macintosh’s chest, and climbed up onto him, before settling down on his sturdily-built body almost like a cat seeking the warmth of a larger sleeper. Resting her head just beneath Big Macintosh’s chin, Princess Luna heaved a long sigh, letting her eyes flutter closed.

“I was Nightmare Moon until just a little while ago,” she confessed. “Krystal and Master Tigress helped me snap out of it. But all the same, I…liked it. I enjoyed being her again. I loved the feeling of freedom, of being completely uninhibited, and able to do whatever I wanted…to whoever I wanted.”

“Ain’t we all like that?” Big Macintosh asked. “I mean, you’ve seen us all on the inside, haven’t you? Don’t we all get times when we’re…dark?”

“I…I suppose that’s true,” Luna admitted, her long-lashed eyes fluttering open as she looked up into Big Macintosh’s face. “But I’m a goddess, Macintosh Apple, not some normal girl. If I ever yield to my darker, more wicked self…”

“Who says it’s wicked?” Big Macintosh challenged, though his voice stayed as calm as ever. “It’s only wicked if you do stuff to people without permission. There’s plenty of ways to let out the beast without bein’ bad.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Princess Luna remarked with a light smile. “You’ve certainly had enough experience with, um, ‘letting out the beast.’”

“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh admitted with a blush so deep, the freckles on his cheeks almost disappeared. Then he tilted his head down, and gently nuzzled Princess Luna’s cheek. “And plenty with not lettin’ it out, too.”

For a moment Luna hesitated, shivering lightly at the touch of the strong male on whose chest she was now resting, completely naked even in dreams. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely at this huge and powerful stallion’s mercy, letting herself meld with his part of the dream world, allowing him to be the one in control, while her own powers waned. If he’d wanted, Big Macintosh could have done anything to Luna right then, and there wouldn’t have been anything she could have done to resist.

All he actually did was place a kiss, soft and light, on her forehead, right below her horn.

“I suppose I need to find that happy medium,” Princess Luna finally said, her cheeks still a bright pink. “That place of balance, not too rough, and not too soft. I’ve never really found it for very long, I suppose. For a little while, when I’d made peace with the Tantibus, I thought I’d found my place. But the moment passed.”

“You remember the feeling?” Big Macintosh asked, and waited until Luna nodded, looking up at him with those large, trusting blue eyes. “Find it again.”

Blinking slowly, her face showing how deep in thought she was right then, Princess Luna slowly nodded once more.

“Thank you, Macintosh Apple, for listening to me,” she said at last. “And for your words of advice. Perhaps…perhaps there is a point of balance for me. But I’ll need to keep working to find it.” Then she heaved a long sigh, and let herself settle fully on top of the big red stallion’s broad chest, one cheek nestled against a pillowy pectoral. “Later,” she amended. “Right now…mmm, your muscles are so soft when you’re not using them. Like velvet pillows.”

Big Macintosh was able to stifle his chuckle at Luna’s words, but wasn’t quite able to restrain his grin. Ah well, let the princess of the night sleep. She definitely needed it.

*

“Ugh,” Lola scoffed after very briefly sniffing beneath her arm. “I still smell like potatoes and carrots.”

“Lucky for us this room has a shower,” Lexi responded, rising from the couch where she’d been resting, then rubbing her forehead. “After the dose of psi-nullifiers that fox gave me, I could seriously use one to clear my head.”

For a moment Lola paused, standing in the middle of the pleasantly-appointed hotel suite where she, Lexi, and Minerva had been put up. She’d gotten off better than Lexi, and was wearing her tight-fitting yellow top and pink shorts. Some of the others escaping had been luckier (Minerva, for instance, was wearing her designer Daisy Dukes and jeans shorts), but Lexi had been forced to make do with an oversized t-shirt, swiped from the back of the kitchen on their way out, t until her black-and-pink uniform, badly shredded during her capture, knit itself back together (a distinct benefit of using unstable molecules for clothing – she’d have to remember to thank Tech Coyote when she next saw him). Taking that moment to look Lexi up and down appraisingly, Lola looked thoughtful, but only for a little while. Then she smirked, and gave a challenging toss of her ribbon-bound ears.

“Race ya!” she taunted. “First one there gets the hot water!”

“Silly girls,” Minerva rolled her eyes as the two bunnies took off like shots, soon leaving her view. “So immature.” Then she looked thoughtful. “Still, if they’re focused on each other…”

A predatory smile spreading on the blonde mink’s face, Minerva rose with casual coolness from the couch, and made her sultry way toward the open bathroom door.

“I don’t think they’ll even notice little old me,” continued the shapely mink.

Down the hall, another hotel room door opened, and the faux-furred metal fox, Foxy, stumbled out, blinking (if blinking were the right word when you wore an eyepatch) in more than a little confusion. From behind him, the sinuous form of an exceptionally large serpent slid out behind him, a gentle smile on his scaly face.

“Come now, Foxy,” cooed Kaa in his most persuasive voice. “There’s no need to go on resisting. I’m hardly going to hurt you, now am I?”

“I…it’s just…you just…”

“Look me in the eye when you speak to me,” Kaa ordered, a hard edge to his sibilant voice, and immediately Foxy turned, his one visible eye swirling with the same colors in Kaa’s own eyes. “That’s a good boy. Now, this is for your own good, of course. Hmm, yesss, I do see it: you were nearly brainwashed, poor thing. Raping your mind in the same way so many others had their bodies raped. Oh, but don’t fret: I’m not here to do any damage. Just trust me, and let yourself drift, while I do the driving.”

Foxy could only nod in acquiescence by this point, his mind already left quite thoroughly open by his near-miss with the weasel professor’s evil machine. True to Kaa’s words, he didn’t do any damage, and soon Foxy felt his mechanical mind repairing itself, the many holes left in his underlying programming coming back into their proper alignment. What he also felt, however, was Kaa’s presence, firmly placing itself within his mind, in the same way the great snake’s coils might wrap around any helpless prey.

“There, you see?” Kaa queried. “That feels better, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” agreed Foxy, and the word wasn’t just based on Kaa’s mental commands: Foxy really did feel better.

“We’ve got a lot of work to do, however,” Kaa continued, starting to slither his way down the hallway. “Those girls they left behind went through such trauma while they were in the Dark Queen’s clutches. A pity some of the human girls went with Rocket Raccoon and those others to Jabba’s Palace: they could have used my special touch even more than the ones still here. Ah, but I don’t really mind.” Kaa flickered out his tongue, and then licked his lips before drawing the forked appendage back into his mouth. “I do adore the taste of rabbit.” Then he paused, considering. “I’ve never had mink, though. Definitely a new experience.”

Foxy following behind, Kaa reached the door to the suite where Minerva and the two bunnies were staying, courtesy of Mirage. Naturally, one of the first things Kaa had done while he had Mirage under his sway was to give himself master security clearance. With that clearance, it was simplicity itself to find out where everyone was staying in the casino hotel. Despite his wicked secondary intentions, Kaa did mean what he said about helping…in his own special way. But once he was finished enjoying his time with those who’d suffered so from the Dark Queen’s designs (and – perhaps – sampling one or two in a more…thorough fashion), he fully intended to return to Mirage, and finish what he’d started.

Easily climbing the wall, his muscular scutes gripping its slight friction tightly, Kaa nosed the ventilation cover from its place on the upper wall. Sliding into the shaft beyond, Kaa followed the tantalizing scent of…mmm, was that rabbit stew? Delicious!

Gently nudging the cover from the shaft on the inside of the apartment, Kaa caught it with a loop of his coils before it fell, and caused far more noise than he’d like. Letting the cover down gently to the plush carpet, the great serpent undulated his way down the wall, his eyes widening as he saw Minerva Mink standing in the doorway to the bathroom, her back turned to him, her long, blonde-furred tail accentuating the perfect curves of her firmly-toned, shorts-clad bum as she leaned against the frame of the door.

“Looks like it was a tie to me, girls,” the mink was saying with a light giggle. “You’re both pretty fast, you know.”

“Well, I’m not letting her use up all the hot water,” protested Lexi, whose voice Kaa recognized even if he couldn’t see her. “Everybody knows big-shot athletes take forever when they shower.”

“No longer than big-shot superheroes,” Lola countered, and Kaa could barely make out the ponytail-eared rabbit as she leaned forward to glare at her counterpart.

“Girls, girls,” Minerva said soothingly. “There’s no need for you to fight about it. Why not take your showers at the same time? It’s a huge stall, so there’s plenty of room for you both.”

That suggestion brought a long pause, and Kaa could feel the tension in the air. He, naturally, used the lull to reach over to the front door of the room with his tail, and turn the knob with a twist of his coils.

“Okay, I guess,” Lexi finally allowed, though it was obvious she was very hesitant about the matter. “But she has to stay on her side.”

“That goes double for me,” Lola affirmed, and as Foxy stepped silently into the room, Kaa could hear the faint rustle of clothing.

Not wanting to miss a single titillating moment, the great serpent undulated forward with all the speed and stealth he could manage – both of which he had in astonishing quantities – with Foxy close behind. He arrived at the door of the bathroom just in time to catch Lola Bunny kicking off her shorts while bent over at the waist, her adorable cotton-tailed tushie thrust invitingly toward the entryway. Flicking out his tongue, Kaa could taste the mouth-watering sweetness of the tight-clasped lips of Lola’s quim, his eyes rolling back into his head as he savored that exquisite, tempting hint of tastier things to come.

Just opposite Lola, Lexi was tugging her t-shirt over her head, her coin-sized nipples and pert, palmfull-sized breasts thrust outward. Next to Kaa, Foxy’s mouth started to water, his tongue lolling out (though Kaa had no idea how an automaton could drool) while he lifted his eyepatch, letting him ogle both gorgeous girls as they alternated positions, Lola now turning to make sure Lexi wasn’t staring (she wasn’t right then, but only because she’d also changed position) before pulling her tight shirt up and over her head, while Lexi turned away from the door, presenting her trim hindquarters and leaf-shaped tail for the inspection of the three viewers standing there. Once more Kaa’s tongue flicked out, and once more he nearly swooned at how succulent these healthy young rabbits tasted.

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Now side-by-side, it was apparent that Lola had a more generous bust and rounder rump than the more trim Lexi, whose build was better suited to sprinting and acrobatics than the curvier basketball build of Lola. That wasn’t to say that either of the bunnies was too fat or too skinny, of course: they were both exquisite specimens, each in her own way, with bodies that suited them perfectly, each the product of long hours of hard training coupled with the luck of the genetic draw. Despite the obvious differences in their body types, however, both rabbits had the same color scheme – without her superheroine change, which gave her fur a pink tint all over, Lexi had spikier hair, but her peach-on-cream fur was almost identical to that of Lola. Already, Kaa didn’t regret deciding to attend to the occupants of this apartment first, before moving to provide his unique services to the others.

Glaring at each other like rivals across a field of battle, the two nude bunnies made their way to the shower, and pulled aside the curtain. Foxy, Kaa, and Minerva all deeply enjoyed watching the flex and sway of those bare bunny bottoms, with their many teasing glimpses of tight pink slits and tighter pink tailholes. Then the curtain was drawn, and the three watchers in the doorway were left with only the tantalizing sight of the two rabbits’ curvaceous silhouettes visible through the curtain as they turned on the water and began to bathe, very determinedly facing away from each other.

“It seems a shame, doesn’t it?” Kaa queried, lifting himself up to Minerva’s head height. “Two beautiful young bunnies, and they don’t even want to look at each other. Worse, they don’t seem to want company. But we know better, don’t we? There’s a tension in the air, and you can taste it as easily as I. Mmm, the taste of suppressed desire.”

“Yeah,” agreed Minerva with a smirk as she ran her sultry dark eyes over the obscured figures so tantalizingly close behind the thin membrane separating them from her. “I guess it’s a carnivore thing, noticing stuff like that. I’d guess rabbits aren’t so good at spotting…hey!”

Minerva suddenly turned, her face showing her outrage at the sight of a boy…no, two boys, in a private bathroom. Just as she was opening her mouth to cry out, however, Foxy proved faster, his good hand muffling her intended cries until Kaa could properly fix his eyes upon hers, the swirling lights of his hypnotic powers already in full effect.

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“Just relax,” Kaa said in his sweet, soothing voice, and almost immediately Minerva did just as she’d been told, her eyes wide and staring, a goofy smile upon her lips as Foxy withdrew his hand. “Good girl. You’d like to join those two lovely young rabbits in the shower, wouldn’t you? Your predatory nature is just aching to find out what they taste like, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Minerva admitted, unable to lie under the influence of Kaa’s gaze. He’d only asked questions, after all, not given any direct orders, and so he knew that whatever she said, was entirely from Minerva’s own unvocalized desires.

“Why don’t you get undressed, then?” Kaa queried pleasantly, his tone conversational. “After all, you don’t want to get your lovely clothes wet, do you?”

Nodding, her smile widening just a little as Kaa’s words penetrated through the pleasant mist that had settled over her mind, Minerva unbuttoned her shirt, giving Foxy a teasing smile as she turned away from the mechanical pirate, not letting him see as she unknotted the front of her Daisy Dukes…until she turned around and spread the flannel shirt wide, her exquisite, white-furred breasts thrust forward almost right into Foxy’s face as Minerva arched her back, her grin wide and triumphant at the expression on the mecha-fox’s face as steam spouted from his ears.

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“Drink ‘em in, fanboy,” Minerva taunted with a saucy grin. “If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll even let you touch them.”

Peeling off the shirt and tossing it carelessly aside, Minerva shimmied her hips with a seductive smile, while her hands slid down the zipper of her already-unbuttoned jeans shorts. Peeling the flaps of her shorts apart, she stopped just barely shy of the dip beneath her smooth mound, then turned away. Bending at the waist, she slid her shorts to the bathroom tiles, keeping her plush blonde tail strategically in the way at every moment, but many times only just barely as she wiggled her sleek white bottom this way and that.

“A girl’s got a reputation to keep, you know,” Minerva explained as she stood up, curling her tail around her lower regions, while covering her breasts with one arm. “Once it gets around that a girl’s easy, there’s no end to the trouble.”

Stepping out of her shorts, Minerva gave a light backwards flip of one dainty foot, her aim impeccable as she landed the shorts right on Foxy’s face. By this point, the robotic fox’s penis, a near-perfect metal replica of an actual fox’s cock, save for its bulbous, humanlike head, was standing at full attention, its internal pistons hissing slightly as they were brought fully online. By the time he’d removed the shorts from his glowing eyes, he was able to catch a single fleeting glimpse of Minerva’s perfect tush, her tail swaying just barely far enough out of the way for him to see it clearly, right before the shower curtain fell back into place, leaving him with nothing but her silhouette to enjoy.

With the water cascading down, it was difficult to hear what transpired within the shower, but the shadowplay on the curtain made the story not hard to follow at all. Minerva turned first to Lola’s back, and started to caress the more shapely bunny from behind. Soon she grew bold enough to reach around, and grip Lola’s breasts, making Lola moan loud enough to be heard over the running water. Lola turned, accosting the unexpected groper, only to have Minerva almost pounce on her, pressing her lips greedily against the beautiful rabbit’s, kissing her hungrily, pressing her firmly against the far wall of the shower.

Hearing the commotion, Lexi turned at this point, and immediately one hand went to her mouth as she saw Minerva gnawing on Lola’s breasts, one of her thighs working rapidly between Lola’s legs, grinding against the bunny with an eager pace. Then, after a matter of moments, Lexi’s hand lowered from her mouth, and slid down her slender body, before slipping between her own legs. Glancing over her shoulder at the sound of Lexi’s pleasured moan, Minerva curled her fluffy tail back, wrapping it around Lexi’s waist, pulling the rabbit forward, while Minerva turned to the side, facing toward the shower curtain. Her hands reached out, and she drew both Lola’s and Lexi’s heads within her own silhouette, so that what happened next was obscured from the view of the two watchers outside the shower.

“I think now is a good time to intervene,” Kaa murmured softly, giving Foxy a slight nod.

Set into motion, the robotic pirate strode forward, then lashed out with his hook hand, catching the curtain, and roughly yanking it to the side. The two bunnies had just been in the middle of a kiss that had started reluctantly, but was rapidly heating up, when suddenly they turned to look up at the muscular robot, and screamed in unison. Stepping into the shower, trusting in his recent waterproofing to protect him, Foxy wrapped his hook hand around Lexi’s waist, then tightened it to hold her firmly in place, while his other hand grabbed Lola’s waist, and he pulled them both close with a wide, sharp-toothed grin.

Now it was Foxy’s turn to steal kisses from the squirming bunnies, first pressing his lips against Lola’s, pulling her firmly against his solid chest, and then Lexi, making both rabbits moan in unison as his good hand squeezed Lola’s bottom, fingers working into the cleft between her legs, and his surprisingly agile muzzle nibbled its way down Lexi’s neck, until he was sucking on her tasty trim breasts.

Kaa saw Minerva’s nose scrunching up, and knew she was about to lash out at the male that had interrupted her fun, and moved to intervene just in the nick of time. His eyes glowing with hypnotic power, he caught the eyes of all three girls, their eyes soon growing wide as he slid smoothly into their minds.

“You want to serve the fox,” he cooed, even as he began to work his prodigious size into the shower, taking his time, not rushing himself. “And me. You want to please us both so very, very much. It makes you wet thinking about what our penises must taste like. And giving us pleasure gives you even more.”

As the direct mental link was ended, the three girls blinked dazedly, while Foxy looked down at them, slowly relaxing his grip on the two bunnies. Their senses returning, Lola and Lexi looked at each other, and then at Minerva, and then all three girls sank to their knees before Foxy’s outthrust metal prick. Greedily, hungrily, Lola and Lexi licked up and down that proud chrome length, while Minerva teased her tongue into the slit at the tip, and then against the metal frenulum just beneath. Under such eager treatment, Foxy’s cock was soon heavily leaking a clear and very sugary substance, his version of precum, a delicious frosting that the three girls were all soon lapping straight from the source, kissing each other often with that bulbous glans in the way as they happily traded his penis back and forth, moaning and cooing with deep satisfaction at every taste of slick sugary precum on their lips and tongues.

Raising himself up slightly as he slid behind the three girls, Kaa happily admired their presented bottoms, thrust out towards him like succulent little bonbons for his tasting pleasure. Looping a few coils around Lexi’s taut little buns first, Kaa leaned in and flickered his tongue out, probing at her tense pink tailhole, and then a little lower, to her dewy folds. Mmm, such a delicate, light flavor. A few more coils looped around Minerva’s and then Lola’s bottoms as well, pulling them towards him slightly, making it easy for him to dip his forked tongue into their gooey pink depths. Minerva’s folds had a musky tang to them, with an undercurrent of an unknown, exotic spice, while Lola’s were a delicious, meaty treat. Having done his initial taste-test, Kaa now focused his greedy tongue on Lexi, flickering his attentions up and then down, prepping her pink tailhole quite thoroughly, before descending to assault her lovely little lovebud until it fairly glowed with arousal, and the slender peach-furred rabbit was squealing and squirting in the throes of a powerful orgasm.

While Kaa was just turning his attention to Lola’s plush labia, Foxy gave a screech of his own, which broke off into a very flesh-and-blood-sounding grunt, before he began to squirt as well. The three girls lifted their faces eagerly, mouths wide, while Foxy gripped his cock below its base, pumping hard and fast to milk out his copious loud for the greedy girls before him, letting them get more than their fill of sweet foxy cream. Between the taste of Foxy’s sweet cum on her lips, and the flicker of Kaa’s forked tongue on her clitoris, it was only a matter of moments before Lola was jerking in spasms and crying out as an orgasm overtook her.

A little repositioning later, and Lexi was lying on top of Lola in the shower, the two bunnygirls happily kissing each other, their nipples dueling as their clitties ground together. Behind them, Foxy made a series of clicking noises, before he deployed a second penis beneath the first, then knelt into position, slotting both hard shafts firmly into place. As he thrust his hips forward, Lola and Lexi cried out in unison, before kissing each other all the more fiercely, the bathroom filling with loud squelching sounds as the robo-fox behind them got his pistoning penises up to full speed.

Lola and Lexi weren’t the only ones making squelching sounds – Kaa was going to town on Minerva, and they were making more than enough noise to match the threesome nearby. Minerva was especially vocal, as Kaa worked his rigid hemipenes into her tailhole and cunny at once, all while enfolding her in his powerful coils, palpating her lovely body from all sides, at all angles. More of his coils looped around her breasts, squeezing them until their nipples stood out proudly, before curling his head around to eagerly gnaw on those sweet teats. In the throes of the sort of pleasure only possible for a wild mink in heat, Minerva gave just as good as she got, bucking her body into each and every one of Kaa’s enfolding coils, crying out at the top of her lungs with each new burst of pleasure his efforts brought her.

“Sweet mother of scales,” Kaa thought to himself. “I fear I’ve awakened a beast!”

-

Another slow night, thought the gamorrean guard at the entryway to Jabba’s Palace. The big metal doors were a lot like the old place back on Tatooine…but after that whole Princess Leia incident, there was no way Jabba was going back there. Not that there was any need to go back anyway. Sure, the sale of illicit narcotics and slave-dealing might be profitable, but the casino leant an aura of respectability to Jabba’s activities he couldn’t get back on Tatooine. Well, maybe not respectability, per se, but at least it made a decent cover for those few times offworld cops decided to come snooping around. Casinos might have a certain reputation, but the money that passed through them was almost impossible to trace back any further, making it look as squeaky clean as anyone’s.

A sudden grunt of surprise from his opposite number on the other side of the big metal doors drew the gamorrean’s attention from his inner musings to the figures now approaching the front of the retrofitted casino. Hefting the heavy axe in his hands, the green-skinned pigman took a step forward, holding up a hand. To his gratification, the collection of approaching toughs did, indeed, stop.

“We’re here to deal in slaves, and take in the nightlife,” said the short figure at the front of the group. Tossing back the cowl on his cloak (a common accessory around Jabba’s, actually, since it was right on the edge of the desert, and protection from the sand was very useful), the figure revealed himself to be a humanoid raccoon, not very tall, but muscular of build, and obviously toting some serious hardware on his person.

Grunting in his native language, the gamorrean made gestures toward the other figures.

“No, not all of them,” the raccoon answered, rolling his eyes, before he reached out, tugging on the chain around the neck of a slender cloaked figure only somewhat taller than himself. “Just the girls.”

Whipping the girl’s cowl back, the raccoon gave the gamorrean a smug look. The blue-haired girl revealed by this sudden exposure recoiled in horror at the sight of the pig-man’s face, which was slathered in drool as he looked her up and down, then made another motion of his hand, continuing to speak in his debased grunting language.

“Uh-uh,” the raccoon shook his head. “Not until we’re inside. These are valuable merchandise, and I’m not taking any chances with ‘em until they’re ready to auction off.”

A sour expression on his porcine face, the gamorrean finally gave a dismissive shrug, and swung his arm around, motioning the band forward. As he began to walk back to his post, the great metal doors creaked, groaned, and then began to slowly grind apart, opening just enough to allow entry.

[85% chance of success – rolled 72 – success!]

“Looks like we win round one,” said Leatherhead softly in Rocket’s ear as the stocky alligator stuck close by the side of the gun-toting raccoon.

“That was the easy round,” Rocket shot back. “Now comes the fun part.”

“I really hate this idea,” said Misty, coming to stand next to Dawn and May near the middle of the group surrounding them, M’ress not far away. “And I have no idea how you talked us into being a part of it.”

“Raw charisma, my dear,” answered Leatherhead, turning to give the redheaded teen his best smile. “You couldn’t resist my rugged swamp-bred charm.”

*

As though waking from a fever dream, Kim Possible opened her eyes. She’d watched the changes happening to her body, but all the same, she looked down at herself, then shuddered at the sight of so much blue fur. Her clothes had been shredded, leaving her with nothing to conceal how her body had been warped into something entirely new and strange. The only skin she could see were the nipples peeking out through her soft blue fur, and even those were a new bluish tint.

Up until that point, Kim hadn’t really had much of an opinion about “furries,” or the animal people who populated a good portion of the known universe. After being gang-raped by foxes and hyenas, however, her opinion was rapidly degrading. Now that she was a furry, however, her opinion was even more conflicted than before.

Shaking her head slightly (and grateful to discover that her long red hair was still in reasonably good shape), Kim brought herself back to the present, focusing her mind on the real problem at hand. That problem, of course, was escape. In the middle of the arena, Kovu and Kiara were lying in a puddle of cum from a sizable band of cat-people, tigers and leopards and panthers mostly. One of those dark-furred cats, however, hadn’t taken part in the general rape. Instead, Kim had seen him identify himself as a friend, someone named Captain Claw. She’d never heard of him, of course, but there were a lot of pirates and privateers that she didn’t know, having confined herself mostly to dealing with low-level supervillains, rather than space piracy. Someone she did know, however, was the fox who’d identified himself as Fox McCloud during one of the changes of the guard. McCloud was a fairly well-known freedom fighter, a mercenary sort who always seemed to end up on the right side of most conflicts. Besides all that, Krystal had occasionally mentioned him during their early flight together, usually accompanied by several rather embarrassing dreamy sighs.

Lying on his back, his eyes glowing softly, was Brooklyn, one of the bat-winged women grinding her shapely blue booty against him, reverse-cowgirl style. The red-skinned gargoyle was bathed in sweat, and looked close to the point of total exhaustion. Of course, as was often said in such circumstances, “you should have seen the other guy.” The “other guy” were the numerous goatmen, batgirls, and assorted supernatural lovers lying spent and limp on the sand of the arena all around Brooklyn, including the snake-haired lady called Medusa; the gargoyle guy had given a lot better than he’d got. Right now, the only serious threat still standing was that red-haired chick, the one called Lilith. She didn’t look all that threatening to Kim, as she leaned against one of the far walls of the arena, puffing on what appeared at this distance to be some sort of cigarette, but Kim wasn’t stupid enough to underestimate anybody in this house of horrors. Not right now, when the time was right for an escape attempt.

Turning her head, Kim Possible saw Angela being led in on a chain leash attached to a collar around her neck. The one leading her was that gargoyle or demon or whatever he was, the one called the Red Arremer. He was somebody with clout, and Kim knew he was a major player in the politics around the place called Castlevania. He was approaching Lilith, and Kim heard him asking her for some help in fully corrupting his new slave – Kim figured that must mean the purple-skinned gar-girl – when Kim decided there was no time like the present.

Originally, Kim had been bound by her wrists when she’d had skin, rather than fur, suspended upright to the pole behind her naked body. As her fur had grown in, however, she’d discovered that she could use her fur to reduce friction between her wrists and the shackles holding them tight. The little span of movement this afforded her was enough, and though it had been slow work, eventually, finally, Kim had almost worked her wrists free. Just a little more…a little more…and cross your fingers that nobody sees…

She was free!

[65% chance of success, rolled 58 – success #1 of 4 needed! New chance of success 70%]

The cloaked Fox and the bare-chested black cat Captain Claw snapped to look at Kim in shock, unsure of what they should do now. They hadn’t expected her to escape so suddenly, and without either of them actively helping her. Whoever they’d been waiting for hadn’t shown up, however, and Kim was tired of waiting and watching her friends get raped and corrupted. She was busting out now!

“Now this,” Lilith said with an amused smile, stepping forward, brushing past the Red Arremer, “this is interesting.”

Kim started running toward the smooth-bodied, naked woman, her jaw set, feeling new strength she’d never known before coursing through her veins. Whatever she might think about furries, this new body of hers was strong! Strong and fast and…ah!

“A pity you’re too brash for your own good,” Lilith said with a smile, a casual motion of her hand sending Kim slamming back against the wooden pillar to which she’d been shackled. “Ah, the overconfidence of youth. Was I ever that young?”

[70% chance, rolled 74 – failure #1 of 3 needed, new chance of success 65%]

Breathing hard, Kim got back to her feet, looking at the queen of the succubi more warily. She couldn’t do this the straightforward way, obviously. No, she’d have to be smart if she was going to…

As she stood up fully, Kim felt the chains of the shackles that had held her brush against her shoulder. No time to think, no time to formulate plans. Act on instinct! And thought became action as she snatched at the chains, yanking them from the wood with a powerful jerk of her newfound muscle. Whirling the chains around her head, Kim sent them flying with brutal speed, straight toward the shocked succubus!

“Aaaaiiiieeee!” screamed Lilith, as the cold iron of the shackled bit into her flesh, the chains wrapping around her like a bola, sending her toppling to the sandy ground of the arena.

[65% chance of success – rolled 30 – success #2! New chance of success 70%]

Now the Red Arremer had thrust Angela aside, and was starting forward, his hands and eyes glowing with infernal energy. Immediately, Kim knew she was up against another opponent who she couldn’t beat with conventional methods. Casting her eyes around, Kim sought out some weapon, some tactic, something that could get her out of this mess. She only had second before…!

Then Fox threw off his cloak, whipping out a blaster from his belt. At the same time, Captain Claw held out his hand, and Kim saw that he was wearing some sort of gold-clawed gauntlet. At the same time, the blaster fired, and the sharp-clawed gauntlet flared with mystic energy, both of them casting bolts of power, one dagger-shaped, the other shaped like a giant talon, and both of them slamming into the Red Arremer at the same time! With a screech of pain, the Red Arremer curled his wings around himself, and burst into a searing flame, vanishing back to the pit from whence he had originally been called. He was no more dead than Demitri, of course, but just like Demitri Maximoff, he wouldn’t be troubling anyone for a very long time.

[70% chance of success, rolled 30 – success #3! New chance of success 75%]

Seeing the queen of the succubi writhing on the sandy floor, the bat-girl atop Brooklyn gave a frightened screech, and leapt into the air, squealing in shock as her sudden movement set off the red-skinned gargoyle, the hard gush of his cum splashing against her bare blue booty before she got more than a few wingflaps away. Shifting to stun, Fox caught the batgirl in mid-flap, sending her crashing to the ground. He then approached Lilith, and ended her struggles with another quick stun bolt to the head.

“You’re tough, kid,” he said, turning to Kim. “And there’s no denying it.” He looked at Brooklyn, who looked back with softly glowing eyes, a trail of drool running from the side of his mouth.

“Corrupted,” said Captain Claw as he approached. “I’ve seen it before. Knock him out before he turns on us. We can cleanse him later.”

Being an observant sort, Captain Claw had noticed the worried looks from both Angela and Kim Possible, which had tipped him to knowing that Brooklyn was their friend, even in his present state. Nodding, Fox snapped his pistol up one more time, and sent Brooklyn sprawling.

[75% chance of success, rolled 19 – success!]

“Let’s get going,” said Fox, while Captain Claw tore off Angela’s chains with his magic claw, and Kim Possible picked up a stray knife to cut through the bonds holding Kiara and Kovu, before helping the two young lions to their feet. “I’m getting a signal from our friends, and they’re just above us. My communicator can lead us right to them, and believe me, right now, there’s safety in numbers.” He looked around at the arena, but his eyes pierced far deeper than that, encompassing the whole of Castlevania. “There’s a whole army of evil in this place. Believe me, we need all the reinforcements we can get.”

“No time like the present,” said Kim, the lions leaning heavily on her shoulders.

-

Groaning softly through the thick metal muzzle around his jaws, Jon Talbain came slowly back to himself. His balls were sore from where he’d had them “milked” several times, and so was his tailhole, for much the same reason. The gargoyles in the terrace above had taken great delight in raping the strong-willed werewolf, holding him down while plundering his blue-furred butt to their wicked hearts’ content. They’d made sure to collect as much of his cum as they could, though, taking it away in glass beakers. Apparently they were using it to make potions of some sort, distillations of the raw essence of lycanthropy.

Jon had been shackled to the wall by his wrists, but at least he could sit, his back to the hard, cold stone. Across the hall from him, in another, much larger cell, he could see others like him…well, no, not exactly like him. They were wolves, rather than werewolves, despite their humanoid shapes. He could smell them from where he was, and could also smell their femininity. Unlike him, the five females were bound in various positions, rather than simply to the wall. One, a tall and muscular grey-furred, black-haired she-wolf in her late teens, distinctive because of a scar under one eye, was suspended by her wrists from the ceiling. The other four, on the other hand, were bound with their wrists behind their backs, and their ankles tied together, forcing them to lie on the floor in whatever position they’d been placed. So far none of them had needed to use the bathroom, but Jon expected that their present situation couldn’t be a comfortable one.

As he was considering his cellmates, Jon Talbain heard a light click just above him. Turning his eyes upward, the blue-and-white werewolf saw the large window through which the gargoyles entered and exited his cell. Right now, there were the teeth of a grappling hook firmly gripping the ledge of the window.

Watching silently, his ears alert for anyone who might approach, Jon listened to the soft grunts and exhalations of whoever it was climbing the rope to which the grapple was attached. Three…four…five of them in total, and his nose told him they were human…well, more-or-less. Two of them had a mild whiff of dragon about them, and one had a fairly strong smell of cat.

When a blonde topknot poked over the edge of the sill, followed by a girl with a warpainted face, the werewolf arched an eyebrow. She was hardly more than a kid! Great, of all the potential rescuers out there, and he ended up with…yep, sure enough, the oldest of them, a blue-haired human, and the catboy with the yellow fur, stripes, and bandanna, weren’t much older. The younger boys, one blue-haired, the other purple-haired, were cute, Jon admitted, as were all of them, but cute wasn’t any indicator of skill. Still, they’d managed to infiltrate Castlevania, so perhaps there was more to these kids than met the eye.

“Oh great,” griped the girl as she dropped lightly to the flagstones next to where Jon was seated. “We come all this way for the fabled treasures of Dracula, and all we find is some mangy old wolf.” She nudged Jon with a shoe that was at least a size too big for her feet. “You part of the decorations, or what, fleabag?”

Fortunately for the girl, Jon Talbain had trained for many, many years in the martial arts specifically to control his bestial urges. Had he been a werebeast like Sabrewulf, or Scooby Doo in his present state, or even Steele, she might have been in serious trouble, chains or no chains. Jon, however, just looked at her as though the question were stupid (which it was), and then held up his head, to make the muzzle covering his jaws obvious.

“No talking for you, huh?” the girl said, and though her tone stayed flippant, Jon saw the compassion in her eyes. “That sucks. Hey, Serge, you got the lockpicks?”

“No, he doesn’t,” came another voice, which Jon soon discovered belonged to the cat as he crawled up with the others, all five of them clustered together in the small cell where Jon was imprisoned. “I do. You know I’m better at that sort of thing than anybody else.” He rubbed the back of his head as the girl glared at him. “Except maybe you, Kid.”

“And don’t you forget it, mate,” the girl snapped, and Jon finally figured out where he’d heard her accent before: it was a cockney accent, or at least a variant on one, something he recognized from his boyhood home, back in England. “Now are you gonna put your picks where your mouth is, Rei?”

“Well, don’t this beat all,” Rei said with a shrug, before walking over and pulling out several long strips of metal. “Guess you want this puppy sprung. Hold still, wolfie – you don’t want to know what’ll happen if this thing doesn’t open up right.”

Silently agreeing with the catboy’s assessment, Jon held still. Fortunately, Rei seemed almost as good as he’d claimed, for soon the metal muzzle popped open and dropped to the floor of the cell.

“Now you can tell us where the treasure is!” exclaimed the purple-haired kid, and as he approached, Jon had to admire his long, flowing hair, supple and beautiful, like a girl’s.

“Simmer down, Teepo,” said Rei, crouching next to Jon and looking the werewolf square in the eyes. “We’re just a bunch of honest thieves, mister, and we don’t want any trouble. Kid here, she’d got a bad habit of going after scores that’re way too big for her. We’ve got an even worse habit of tagging along. So all we want are some directions to wherever it is that Dracula keeps his money, or at least a decent chunk of it, and we’ll be on our way.”

“If I knew where it was, I’d tell you,” answered Jon. “But I’m as much in the dark as you. I’m not one of Dracula’s slaves. I’m a free wolf…or at least I was,” he finished, glancing at the chains holding him to the wall. “Now I’m just some sort of toy for the monsters here, until they finally get tired of using me.”

As Kid got a bit closer, and was just opening her mouth to say something, the girl suddenly noticed that Jon wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Flushing beet red, she promptly turned away. Serge and the younger blue-haired boy, neither of whom had said a thing so far, both looked puzzled at Jon’s words, obviously not understanding the implications. Rei and Teepo, however, immediately shared a knowing look, then looked back at Jon, Teepo with a certain excitement, Rei with pity.

“I guess it can’t hurt to let you out of those chains,” Rei said with a shrug. “Here, let me just…”

“Someone’s coming!” hissed Kid, her turning away from Jon Talbain’s nudity proving to have given them some seriously-needed advance warning.

Choices

*Ship

Still playing out scenes for a little longer:

Zeke/Bambi (pouncing)

Krystal/Zeke/Stallion

*Casino City

Shall we see:

Mirage with Carmelita (Sly Cooper and Nobody watching)

Or

Kaa heads to the next room down (suggest pairing)

At Jabba’s Palace

a) Go looking for the slave auction (this will have our slavegirl decoys imprisoned)

b) Check out the local scene (65% chance of getting some information, 35% chance of trouble)

c) See Jabba himself (50% chance of fast-talking the big guy, 40% chance of trouble)

d) Try to scout out the interior without being noticed (60% chance of success, trouble on failure)

*Castlevania

In the tower:

Will our thieves:

A) Free Jon Talbain

B) Hide from Steele

C) Try to ambush Steele

Whatever we choose, the party led by Morrigan will show up soon afterward. The benefits – or penalties – for our choice will remain hidden, for now.