Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Entry 60 by Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Entry 60

Story by Gideon Kalve Jarvis on SoFurrySeptember 2017~41 min read

Gideon Kalve Jarvis, Biker Mice, Bondage, Choose Your Own Adventure, Crossover, Demon, Doom, Human, Nudity, Robot, Rule 34, Video Games

The battle to the core of the Hellstation continues! Not much sexytimes this time around, but lots of buildup for future scenes. Andariel has a chat with the Combine and gets some reinforcements. Catra escapes, and gets saved by Toralei, starting a spark. Doomguy keeps running into horny alien demons, and then isn't allowed to kill them because he doesn't want to upset Ryo-Ohki. The eight robot masters of Megaman X have a showdown with Skeletor and Star Butterfly and the Biker Mice from Mars. All in all, lots of fun for everyone.

Ultimate Furry Crossover: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Entry 60

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis and gryfalcon

Vote Tallies

Additional Votes

Given one more week of tally-time, so go nuts (if you please):

Characters on the Ship come to the aid of others

(+15% chance of success wherever they are sent)

-Castlevania – 20 – Off they go to save the day

-The Desert - 0

-Casino City - 0

-The Jungle - 12

Brooklyn's harem-building

(-10% to the chance of success where he's sent)

-Castlevania - 4

-The Desert - 1

-Casino City - 4

-The Jungle - 3

-The Ship - 4

-He goes after the bad guys instead - 13

(70% chance of success, rolled for each character)

*Hellstation

1) Our heroes on the inside head toward the Hellstation's core – 23 – the clear winner this round

(65% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

2) The violation of Supergirl, Stargirl, She-Ra, and the Sailor Scouts - 12

(may be negated as a choice if another option is selected first)

3) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 20

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

*Desert City

4) Bambi and company meet Blacksad and company, then make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety - 15

(45% chance of success, 3 successes or failures; success here will put Bambi, Berri, Shirley McLoon, and Goldie Pheasant into active play, and peacefully retire the others; failure will put everyone into the clutches of Shere Khan)

5) What's going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat's Casino - a 20's-style speakeasy - 15

(55% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

-The Mouse Trap - a pub with the best card games in Casino City - 5

[Will also include what's going on in the sewers of Casino City]

-The Percheron - all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot - 15

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 1

-The Pyramid - what are our friends up to? - 20

[Various sex scenes, Sly/Rocket/Carmelita scene highest priority]

*Castlevania and Environs

6) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 11

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

7) The final Count-down - 4

(60% chance of success, rolled 3 times)

8) Ayumi, both Lara Crofts, Daring Do, and Rouge do some treasure hunting by themselves - 4

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

9) Scar and the Tyrannos arrive on War World - 1

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

10) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 10

*Other Locations

11) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested; a lot of "eating" will take place, though) - 16

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

13) Bucky O'Hare tries to escape the Jungles of Rage - 0

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

14) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage - 18

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

15) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab & The Slave Factory – 20

Author Notes

With the Superstaion/Hellstation as the winner this time around (and now that we’re all back on track), I’ve decided that the bad things that might have happened for certain had vote #2, above, won, will instead become a part of what might happen instead on failed rolls.

Also, here’s a few nifty links I ran across, which might prove amusing for some, useful for others:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zDP\_lfh7Sfg - Zorak's mating season "Urges"

http://www.game-art-hq.com/ - official videogame art

Finally, please note that the chances of success will not increase from 65% in this entry, because those chances include far too many separate groups, each of which has its own chances for good or ill.

Oh…fine, and one more thing: https://e621.net/post/index/1/hdoomguy - just for the fun of it. ^.^

UFC Entry 60

“Relax, Balshazar,” growled one of the mighty Knights of Hell, leaning down to lightly nip the shoulder of his counterpart as he slowly drew the ever-so-slightly older male (though, for a life measured in millennia, age differences were somewhat less important past a certain point) down one of the dimly-lit passageways of the Hellstation. “We’re in the deepest part of our fortifications. The impact of the station is still a few hours off. Everyone else who could possibly get us into any trouble is busy with that silly sacrifice. What harm is there in a little…recreation?”

“I just…” the other male started to speak, then winced, his grotesque, goatlike face scrunching up in a way that was, strangely, actually kind of cute as the other manbeast ran his long, broad, rough tongue over his intended lover’s chest. “Nabonidus, you know how hard it is for me to think clearly when you do that!”

“Yeah,” agreed the slightly younger, more energetic Knight as he nuzzled the side of the Baron’s muzzle, squeezing their long, dangling erections together as he pressed his body firmly against that of the larger, older male. “Oooh yeah! I know it…and I love it!”

“You’re a filthy beast!” snarled the bigger male, reaching down to grab the Knight’s solidly-muscled, furry rump, fingers digging deeply into toned flesh covered by coarse goat’s fur. “And if you’re going to act like a filthy beast, I’m going to treat you like one!”

“Promises, promises,” laughed the smaller male as he caressed the shoulders of the Baron, pressing the bigger male’s back against the rough stone of a wall that, at one point in time, had been high-tech alloy, before the coming of Hell to the mortal plane. “But can you make good on them?”

“Like Hell I can!”

[https://www.furaffinity.net/view/17712279/]

Ka-click

The Knight blinked, looking up at the Baron’s face. The Baron, in turn, looked down at the Knight, also blinking. Then both males turned their heads slightly, their expressions ones of annoyance, at first…and soon afterward, sharp fear.

Doomguy stood looking down the corridor, his expression, clearly visible through his slightly steamed visor, cold with the fury of raw destruction. One of the massive BFGs was in his hands, leveled at the fornicating pair of demonic nobility. As the improbably-sized weapon started to warm up, the Knight turned to look up at the Baron, then leaned in, his tongue stretching out, his muzzle touching that of the other demon. The Baron spared only a moment longer looking at Doomguy before his own tongue extended from his bone-ridged muzzle, caressing lovingly against that of the smaller male. Both demons closed their eyes, waiting for the end to come, and come swiftly.

Then, suddenly, the humming sound of the BFG trailed off. For a moment, the now very erect pair of males paused, uncertain. After several beats, however, Baron and Knight dared to open an eye apiece, and then the other eye, turning their heads to look full at the destroyer of demons, the only man whom Hell itself had learned to truly fear by name…such as it was.

Once they were looking, Baron and Knight could see that, standing next to the testosterone-overclocked, Schwarzeneggerian-muscled space marine was a tiny slip of a girl. A brown-furred rabbit girl, actually. No, not a rabbit…a cabbit! Those whiskers were a dead giveaway every time, even if the spiky blue-and-black hair wasn’t an immediate clue.

“Carrots,” protested the cabbit girl, who seemed completely unconcerned about being just as naked as the two towering Hell-elites. Doomguy spared her a brief glance, and then curled his lip menacingly at the pair before him.

“Vanish.”

And vanish they did!

[65% chance of success, rolled 4 times – rolled 51 – success #1!]

Right then, if Doomguy had been capable of considering such things, he would have been very grateful that he wasn’t ambiguous about his sexuality, or else he might have had some serious inner conflicts from watching the two infernal dignitaries “bobbing” their way off down yet another of the seemingly endless corridors of the inner sanctum, this time heading away from the action at the station’s core, hustling as fast as their heavily priapic states allowed. However, Doomguy was conflicted in quite another way: he was having a steadily harder time killing stuff!

Looking down at Ryo-Ohki, the hulking marine considered the wide-eyed anthro cabbit. She, in turn, looked up at him with her usual innocently smiling expression, obviously simply happy to be in his presence, safe around the biggest, meanest, toughest individual to be found in this particular corner of Hell. A big, mean, tough individual who would never under any circumstances, for any reason, do any harm to even a single one of her whiskers. Normally, Doomguy wouldn’t have really minded, since Ryo-Ohki was a sensible sort, and very good at staying out of the line of fire. Right now, however, a good number of the demons they kept encountering seemed to be constantly involved in a variety of carnal acts, ranging from the brutally cruel, to the shockingly sweet. Whatever the act, however, Ryo-Ohki seemed far more interested in watching than in doing anything about the demons so engaged, and she was constantly getting Doomguy’s attention right when he was about to cleanse the mortal realm of some more hellscum, then indicating that she didn’t want him to splatter infernal blood and guts all over walls and ceiling already splattered with…other fluids.

[A typical scene in Hell - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/23163348/]

Really, it was getting kind of frustrating, and also a little time-consuming, since Ryo-Ohki, as previously mentioned, liked to watch, and Doomguy had no intention of leaving her alone in the middle of a piece of his reality slowly turning into a pocket of Hell itself. Thankfully, at least, she seemed satisfied after only a few minutes watching each scene that played out, enough to save the mental image for later, so at least they managed to make some progress. Also thankfully, the sex was still only occasional, even with so much of the strange, glowing pink crystals sticking out of the walls, influencing everything around them with the taint of lust. Most of the encounters Doomguy and Ryo-Ohki had was with the sort of demon Doomguy liked best: the kind that wanted to eat his face and stick a cute cabbit’s head on a sharp stick. That kind of demon, Doomguy knew exactly how to handle, and it always involved more extreme force than was strictly practical. Impractical or not, however, it was really satisfying!

Just as Doomguy discovered that he was about to start growing introspective, his muddled thoughts almost coalescing into something vaguely coherent, he was mercifully saved by an immediate interruption: a hulking, bloated mound of vaguely-humanoid flesh, hefting a cleaver the size of Doomguy’s own torso in one hand, and a long, jaggedly barbed meathook in the other. Rounding the corner at a slow lumber, the massive, quivering blob of fatty flesh turned, its mouth open as it pointed straight at Doomguy, a low cry starting deep in its chest, then gradually rising to a deep, bellowing crescendo of fury…before it charged, cleaver and meathook waving wildly! Immediately behind it, other figures, clad from head to toe in dark steel, joined the charge, crying out in sepulchral voices, red eyes gleaming like bright fire in their darkened helmets.

[http://diablo.wikia.com/wiki/The\_Butcher\_(Lore)

http://diablo.wikia.com/wiki/Hell\_Knight

http://diablo.wikia.com/wiki/Oblivion\_Knight]

“Ah, fresh meat!” bellowed the rapidly-advancing mountain of muscle and flab, now having built up momentum roughly equivalent to a steam-powered locomotive.

Doomguy smiled.

“Yeah,” he agreed as he leveled the BFG at the oncoming demonic host, centering the targeting reticule right in the middle of that bloated gut. “That’s what I was about to say.”

Looking into one of the many pools of smooth, metallic blood that lined the border of the massive inner chamber, Andariel curled her lip in annoyance, her four chitinous clawed limbs clicking behind her back.

“He’s killing them!” she snarled, wheeling to look at the large mechanical owl dangling upside-down from the ceiling next to the central pillar, in which the great power source of the entire Hellstation was housed. “Every demon I’ve sent after that stupid human has lasted about as long as a snowball back home! Personally, I wouldn’t care, except that we need that blasted bunny he has with him to complete the ritual properly!”

“Darlink,” Magica De Spell purred as she lounged on a throne that was really intended for someone far larger than herself, one hand patting the white-gloved hand of the lean, muscular Max Hare, the handsome young lapine seemingly quite happy to go without pants, especially around the attractive women with whom he was sharing the room. “You really need to relax. We’re right on the verge of having every’tink we’ve ever wanted, and you’re getting worked up over one stupid bunny. No offense, dear,” she added, smiling seductively up at her brown-furred boytoy, who simply grinned back, obviously not offended in the least, especially when, with Magica’s legs draped over one arm of the massive throne, he was able to look straight up her sheer black dress. Magica, like a great many avians, seldom wore panties, and certainly not when she was right on the verge of achieving some of her longest-held dreams of conquest and domination.

[http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Magica\_De\_Spell

http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Max\_Hare]

Clockwerk shuddered all over, a sound somewhere between the screech of an owl and the grinding of stripped gears coming from his opened maw. His luminous yellow eyes blazed brightly, and then, just as suddenly, he went completely rigid, his eyes turning a bright green.

“Our chances of s-s-success are at ninety-four percent, even without the weak little mammal,” crackled the voice of SHODAN through Clockwerk’s open beak, her tones modulating up and down, then warbling with odd digital effects. “Y-y-you need only delay him, and Diablo will surely b-b-be summoned.”

“That isn’t good enough,” GlaDOS intoned next in her coolly pleasant voice, Clockwerk’s eyes turning pale yellow as she took control of the vessel through which the Combine had chosen to enact their will. “I’ve already made arrangements for the arrival of another one of our number. She should be arriving shortly. Her abilities should prove more than adequate for the task ahead of you.”

“But just in case they aren’t,” came the clipped tones of John Henry Eden, President of the United States and advanced ZAX supercomputer, as the eyes of Clockwerk turned a cool blue, “I’ve also transmitted a number of soldiers who should prove more than adequate for halting the advances of that irritating criminal scum. He’s not even a real soldier! I’ve seen his records, and I know for a fact that this…’Doomguy’ was one step away from a courtmartial when the world changed, and a new order was needed.”

[http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/John\_Henry\_Eden]

“Nevertheless,” KOMPLEX finished, Clockwerk’s eyes turning a lethal red as the Toad AI took command, “he is coming, and you should be ready to meet him when he arrives. Eden has already made the arrangements, and my programming skills have them online. My transportation craft are also en route, using stealth technology to slip past those warm-blooded nuisances buzzing the outer defenses of the Superstation. As for GlaDOS’ assistance…”

Clockwerk’s eyes glowed brighter, turning a strange, shimmering green, then red, then blue, and finally purple, before its mouth opened wide, its whole body shuddering until its bolts began to rattle. Then, with a convulsive heave, Clockwerk spat out…something, which landed on the ground, glowing softly. Gradually, the something rose to its – or, rather, her – feet, and regarded Andariel coldly. The being was the figure of a naked woman, translucent, shapely, its bearing detached, its slightest movements, when it bothered to move at all, precise and lethal.

[http://deadoralive.wikia.com/wiki/Alpha-152]

“There,” said KOMPLEX, his red eyes once more taking dominance. “That should be sufficient until Eden’s assistance can arrive. She won’t stop until Doomguy’s head is spitted on a pike.”

The statuesque she-demon looked the willowy, well-endowed woman-figure over, doing little to conceal her disdain.

“We shall see,” was all she said, before turning back to the eleven sacrifices chained with their backs to the immense central power pillar. There needed to be twelve to complete the circuit of magic and technology together, and though females were the preferred victims, their wombs making a better sympathetic magic conduit, one of the bound prisoners was a male. A reasonably attractive, young male, youthful and energetic, which was obvious from the way he wriggled against his bonds. His younger sisters squirmed next to him, three adorable girl bunnies with frilly summer dresses, while their brother wore a blue waistcoat and stiff boyshorts, obviously meant for a schoolboy. Andariel was just starting to contemplate peeling off those shorts to see what lay beneath, or perhaps summoning one of the many ghastly horrors abounding in her little segment of Hell…something big and brutally male…something that had the power and stamina and raw carnal desire to thoroughly violate a healthy bunny boy and his three sisters, pounding their cute little bottoms red and raw…when GlaDOS broke into the demoness’ thoughts.

“I have also made arrangements for a replacement, should it be necessary,” the calmly analytical voice of the science-obsessed AI intoned. “She will be coming with Eden’s reinforcements, however, so do be prepared to,” GlaDos hesitated, and Clockwerk’s head tilted slightly, looking toward Magica De Spell as she lay on the throne, legs thrown over one arm, Max Hare working his fingers into her bright orange feet, massaging them, “improvise.”

“We shall see,” Andariel said again, her eyes following Clockwerk’s, but only for a moment, hoping that the handsome hare hadn’t caught on, being far too busy staring up Magica’s skirt to notice that he was a potential sacrifice.

Perhaps there was hope after all. Her spirits lightened, Andariel turned back to the many pools of metallic-sheened blood surrounding the room. Nothing said the sacrifices had to be virgins, after all…hmm…yes…oh yes!

Turning back to smile with fang-lined sweetness at the doomed victims chained to the central pillar, Andariel brushed a striker-tip over two of the pools.

“We are going to have so much fun,” she cooed with a teasing giggle, which made even the innocent-looking younger girls, the one with pink hair and the one with blue, look at each other with swiftly-rising concern.

“I just hope my mother can get to us in time,” whispered Chibi-usa to her friend, Sasami.

[The sacrificial victims at present:

Ayeka (http://tenchi.wikia.com/wiki/Ayeka)

Chibiusa (http://wikimoon.org/index.php?title=Chibiusa)

Cream & Cheese (http://sonic.wikia.com/wiki/Cream\_the\_Rabbit)

Leggy Lamb (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDSdU7ylEi8 and http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/leggy-lamb and http://the-conservatory.wikia.com/wiki/Leggy\_Lamb)

Peter, Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail Rabbit (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter\_Rabbit)

Sasami (http://tenchi.wikia.com/wiki/Sasami)

Vanilla (http://sonic.wikia.com/wiki/Vanilla\_the\_Rabbit)]

“You mean you had the Sailor Moon on your side,” Star Butterfly began slowly, eyeing Bolt and Wonder Woman dubiously, “and you let them get caught by aliens and demons?”

“It wasn’t like we let it happen,” Bolt tried to excuse himself, though he couldn’t help rubbing the back of his head in sheepish regret. “We just kind of got…overwhelmed.”

“There were far more forces of darkness here than we could possibly have anticipated,” Wonder Woman agreed. “Before you judge us, though, dear Princess Butterfly, bear in mind: we were doing all right before this place quite literally went to Hell. You, on the other hand,” she arched an eyebrow pointedly, and Star Butterfly grinned sheepishly herself.

“Yeah, you’ve got a point,” she admitted, reaching out to rub Bolt behind one ear, making his tail start to wag, while Marco frowned with very mild jealousy – only mild, of course, as he wasn’t an especially possessive soul. “It’s just, well, the Sailor Scouts were my role models growing up, and…wait,” she paused, blinking as a thought came to her. “How are they even here, fighting? I mean, shouldn’t they all be middle-aged women or something?”

“I believe I can answer that,” came a voice from the hunched, heavily-robed figure trailing near the rear of the little band of recent escapees, from the doom that was befalling the other heroes, and from the Hellstation’s prisons. “Actually, that was why I came to this part of space in the first place: time and space have started to be compressed in this vicinity of the universe, and the rules that govern standard reality are beginning to fray at the seams. I have more than enough data now for a paper on the subject that I’m sure will…but, uh, I suppose that doesn’t matter much now,” the figure trailed off, rubbing his face with one heavily-garbed…well, it wasn’t exactly a “hand” so much as a massive, sharp-clawed talon, but that was only visible for a moment. “Suffice to say, we’re in a probability sink, a place where everything starts to get strange, and magic becomes incredibly powerful. Things like this tend to happen when something very big is about to happen. Considering the interest of these villainous types, I’d say that whatever it is, if it actually comes to pass, we will all be in very big trouble.”

“Goris,” the horse-sized, lizardlike and obviously well-muscled semi-quadruped standing on the other side of the cowled figure from the even more reptilian Viper renegade, Sssana, “you do realize we all know you’re deathclaw, right? You don’t have to wear that stupid cloak all the time.”

“Er, actually,” Goris stammered, actually hugging himself a little as Sylvia reached for his cloak, to fend off her grabby hands, “I’m not wearing it because I’m concerned about how you will all think of me for being a deathclaw. I’m wearing it because, um,” he leaned toward the zbornak and whispered his real reason in her ear, and soon both Sylvia and Sssana, who’d been leaning her sinuous body over to eavesdrop, grew very flushed in the face indeed.

“It’s all this pink kryptonite,” Goris explained, his embarrassment painfully obvious. “Well, that, and the,” his head lowered in even more embarrassment, “attractive persons with whom I presently travel.”

[http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24172629/ - Goris’ present “little problem”]

“Zut alors!” laughed Pepe Le Pew, confidently in the front of the group, but nevertheless seeming to have ears that had heard everything. “You do flatter me, mon ami, but truly, we have only just been formally introduced. Perhaps if you ask me out to dinner first, we might discuss matters further, non?”

[The present party here:

Ace Bunny (http://lul.wikia.com/wiki/Ace\_Bunny)

Bolt (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bolt\_(character)

Goris the Deathclaw (http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Goris)

Marco Ubaldo Diaz (http://starvstheforcesofevil.wikia.com/wiki/Marco\_Diaz)

Pepe Le Pew (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pep%C3%A9\_Le\_Pew)

Sssana (http://epictones.deviantart.com/art/Viper-Defector-560664509) – allied with our heroes

She-Ra (http://www.darah.com/she-ra/usrg/rebellion/adora/adora.asp) – mind is mostly gone

Star Butterfly (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Star\_Butterfly)

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

Toralei Stripe (http://monsterhigh.wikia.com/wiki/Toralei\_Stripe and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRWR4IckzeY)

Wonder Woman (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wonder\_Woman)]

“That…that wasn’t what I…” Goris began to explain himself, when Bolt suddenly lifted a hand as he came to a complete stop, his other hand catching hold of Pepe’s shoulder, pulling the handsome skunk back slightly.

“I smell it, too,” said Toralei, standing just behind Bolt (and doing her best not to look at that cute white-furred butt of his – not as easy as someone might think, thanks to that black lightning bolt on his flank). “There’s something up ahead. I think it’s…” she frowned, looking at Bolt, confusion obvious on her face – she was, after all, still a teenager, and her experience was still limited.

“Robots,” Bolt confirmed, looking grim.

“And demons,” Toralei added, not bothering to keep the light smugness out of her voice at knowing that she knew a scent Bolt didn’t recognize, being more concerned with more science-based threats, and less fantastic ones.

“Well,” Wonder Woman declared, cracking her knuckles, giving the dazed She-Ra a glance to see if she would join in, but soon seeing that the heavily-pregnant blonde superheroine was in no condition, mentally or physically, to help, “looks like we get started cleaning out this place, one mess at a time.” On her other side, Ace Bunny stepped up, brandishing a blade he’d recovered from the prison lockup. Having his powerful presence there was somehow comforting to Wonder Woman, knowing that there were others who had her back, however bad the present situation might be.

“So let me get all of this straight,” said Throttle, an eyebrow arching behind his green-tinted shades as he and his two bros walked alongside the skull-headed wizard who, as everyone who kept up with events in the realm of superheroes knew, had been the terror of the planet Eternia for decades. “This place, the Superstation, started out as a big battlestation with scrambling equipment designed to lure ships full of victims to this nearby planet, War World, where the victims could then be used as a combination of slave labor and ritual batteries, squeezing emotional energy out of them to fuel a powerful spell intended to reawaken an ages-old evil named Chernobog.”

“And a few of his fellows, yes,” Skeletor confirmed.

“But then,” Throttle continued, “right when the good guys invading this place seemed like they might be able to deal with the mundane threat, all of a sudden, somebody in the core of the Superstation opened up a portal to Hell, and now the Superstation’s become the Hellstation, basically a massive bomb that will blow a hole right through to a dimension of darkness and horror and endless lust as soon as it impacts with the surface of War World.”

“Yeah,” Weez Weezel admitted, looking down at his feet as he walked along between Vinnie and Modo, who made sure to keep a close eye on the demonic weasel, making sure he didn’t try to make a break for it before he’d helped them. “Actually, I’d kind of been in the process of finishing up my business on War World, and maybe moving on to another assignment for my boss as soon as I learned what some of the higher-ups were planning. Rifts like that are bad news for everybody involved.”

“Sheer insanity,” agreed Evil-Lyn. “Even demons should know better than to disrupt the balance of the planes like that.”

“Unless they were certain they were going to get something even greater as a result,” Sapphire, the white-haired and emerald-eyed princess brought up. “If you take into account what Skeletor and Weez have told us about this Chernobog, it’s obvious that he’s got more than enough power to give those who wake him up pretty much whatever they might want.”

“Sounds like he’d give you a run for your money,” Etna giggled at Laharl, though she promptly hushed when the blue-haired demon overlord gave her a glare in response.

“It’s true, though,” Flonne added, giving Laharl a beatific smile that rendered his glare largely impotent. “Chernobog’s had lots of time to rest up, so when he comes out, he’s sure to have lots of energy to use however he likes.”

“Besides the rift in dimensions,” Evil-Lyn confirmed. “That should give a newly-awakened god-demon like Chernobog…well…more power than I can properly calculate.”

“Hardly a feat,” Skeletor quipped, and though his face lacked the capacity for proper expressions, still, a sneer could be heard in his voice. “I hardly have time for competition with a god demon, however, which is why we’re presently on the same side,” he added, giving Throttle a sidelong glance, a glance that extended to the motley crew of demons, semi-angels, heroes, and villains accompanying him. “Personally, I think we should see about gathering up whatever minions I might still have lying around this place; now that Hordak’s gone, I’m sure most of them will be quite willing to…”

[Everyone here:

*Biker Mice from Mars

-Modo (http://bikermice.wikia.com/wiki/Modo)

-Throttle (http://bikermice.wikia.com/wiki/Throttle)

-Vinnie (http://bikermice.wikia.com/wiki/Vinnie)

*Disgaea characters

-Almaz (http://disgaea.wikia.com/wiki/Almaz\_von\_Almandine\_Adamant)

-Etna (http://disgaea.wikia.com/wiki/Etna)

-Flonne (http://disgaea.wikia.com/wiki/Flonne)

-Laharl (http://disgaea.wikia.com/wiki/Laharl)

-Sapphire Rhodonite (http://disgaea.wikia.com/wiki/Sapphire\_Rhodonite)

-Sicily (http://disgaea.wikia.com/wiki/Sicily)

Evil-Lyn (http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Evil-Lyn)

Freya Crescent (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Freya\_Crescent) – bought by the Biker Mice

Kuromi (http://hellokitty.wikia.com/wiki/Kuromi and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOvMBVhA0Xg) – not as evil as she thinks she is

Lassie (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lassie - anthro version) - bought by the Biker Mice

Mary Magdalene (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1483006/) – she’s complicated

Nova Terra (http://starcraft.wikia.com/wiki/Nova\_Terra)

Skeletor (http://he-man.wikia.com/wiki/Skeletor)

Weez Weezel (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The\_Devil\_and\_Daniel\_Mouse and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHZTC1ljA84) - sent to Hellstation by accident, rethinking his status as a villain

Widomaker (http://overwatch.wikia.com/wiki/Widowmaker)]

“Up ahead,” said Lassie, at the front of the group, the human, Almaz von Almandine Adamant, trailing along next to her, obviously attracted to her attitude of service toward others (and certainly not to her generous assets, left almost completely uncovered after her recent teleportation, save for her Stetson, her gun belt, and a pair of chaps). “I can smell something. Smells…unnatural. Dangerous.”

“It’s demons,” Mary Magdalene said in her soft, calm voice, the expression of the red-skinned ewe revealing nothing about her thoughts or true feelings. “Demons, and something else…robots, I’d guess, based on the quality of their souls.”

“Robots have souls?” asked Flonne, wide-eyed. “But…I never saw any in Heaven…”

“Different department,” Mary answered smoothly.

“Center on me,” Freya suddenly declared, spinning her polearm in her hands, and then striding forward confidently…until she suddenly realized that her confident stride actually came off as more of a waddle, thanks to her heavily-pregnant state. Widowmaker and Terra Nova, to either side of her, also came to this realization at about the same moment. “Erg,” she grunted in irritation. “On second thought…”

“We’ve got point,” said Throttle, nodding to his bros. “Laharl, Etna, you think you can keep up?”

“I was born ready for anything,” the young overlord scoffed, while Etna just gave a jaunty salute, her spade tail flicking playfully.

“And me!” protested little Kuromi, thus far mostly forgotten by everyone else there. “I’m taking the front lines too!”

At times like this, Throttle found himself grateful that he had to wear shades to cover his sensitive eyes: it meant he had an easier time concealing emotions that, were they revealed, might have hurt someone’s feelings.

“Sure thing, Kuromi,” is what he actually said. “Just make sure you pick your own targets, away from the rest of us. That way we don’t mix up our scores.”

“Right on!” exclaimed the more-or-less evil bunny. “Let’s get ‘em!”

Cocking his vulturelike head to one side as he watched the huge drill of the heavily-cloaked boarding ship bore through the side of the fleshy hull of the Hellstation, a hull that swiftly healed over the entry point, until the cylindrical vessel looked more like another part of the station than a recent intruder, the Lord of Change spread his wings, keeping the other, lesser demons back with the sheer force of his presence alone. Well, all except for the hulking Bloodthirster, of course, with his pack of bloodletters, but they were far more interested in reaching the great carnal orgy starting to build up only a few station sections away. With his second sight, the Lord of Change knew that two other Bloodthirsters, with their attendant bloodletters, had already reached the orgy, and were already lining up five captive superheroines, forcing them onto all-fours despite all their struggles, pert pink bottoms now presented and ready to be mounted. There were only a few minutes left before the orgy got truly started, and so the Lord of Change could understand the eagerness of the Khornites to hurry onward.

[http://warhammerfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Lord\_of\_Change

http://warhammerfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bloodthirster

http://warhammerfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bloodletters

And also https://e621.net/post/show/1177485/anthro-balls-baron\_of\_hell-big\_penis-darkgem-demon for fun]

Then the drill shaft split open, extending a ramp, before eight figures came striding down into the Hellstation proper, each male and confident, with a ninth figure, female and quite naked, struggling in the grip of the largest, who held her tucked under one arm, powerful magnetic clamps pinning her legs together, and her arms behind her back. At the rear of the group, two other figures followed the eight males and their prisoner, lean and agile females, green-furred…or at least one of them, the tall and stately one, was, the other, smaller one with a body of green organometal.

[http://megaman.retropixel.net/mmx/1/bosses.php

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Bunnie\_D%27Coolette\_Rabbot

http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Clove\_the\_Pronghorn http://archiesonic.wikia.com/wiki/Cassia\_the\_Pronghorn

and also:

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/12662731/

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/4644765/

https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=723052]

“Good to see you’ve arrived safely,” said the Lord of Change to Storm Eagle, leading the group at the front, while casually reaching out to give the brown-furred buns of the bunny a light squeeze, making her squirm all the more vigorously in the grip of Flame Mammoth, her muffled protests quite audible, if not comprehensible, through the gag filling her mouth. “And I see you’ve brought the sacrifice Andariel requested as well. Excellent indeed. Most excellent.”

“Hands off,” stated the tall, aristocratic blue-purple eagle, giving the Lord of Change a glare, despite the great vulturelike humanoid being far larger than he was, or even Flame Mammoth, the largest of the eight. “This package goes only to Andariel. If she lets you have a piece of it after it’s delivered, that’s her business, but until then, it’s ours to see that it arrives safely.”

“Pristine, of course,” the Lord of Change agreed readily, removing his talon, knowing perfectly well that there wouldn’t be any profit in pushing the matter…at least for now. “When the time comes, I’m sure that you’ll be more than able to take part in enjoying some of our local pleasures as well,” he added, motioning behind him, to the numerous red-skinned, split-headed demonettes crouching on the periphery, just out of immediate reach of the bloodletters, keeping them from going into an immediate lust-frenzy. “Now, why don’t I take you…”

“Proximity alert!” called out the small, metallic pronghorn, a pair of tonfas leaping into her hands almost of their own accord. “There’s something coming fast, and I’m detecting high mana levels, even though it’s no demon.”

The Lord of Change only had time to turn, before a lithe, purple panthress tore into the chamber, coming from the “south” (at least as such things mattered in relation to the rest of the Hellstation)…which, as it turned out, was where the Lord of Change knew the Khornites had wanted to go. This must be an escapee from the orgy!

“Seize her!” he ordered, and though the Bloodthirster didn’t have to take any orders from a Lord of Change, all the same, with the prospect of taking a female captive – for the Khornites could be as driven by lust as bloodlust, instincts taking precedence over anything else – regardless of how many legs she had, was more than enough incentive for them to swing into action.

Despite the milling demons, however, the purple panthercat proved faster than them, more agile, and vastly more determined not to lose, for losing, as she obviously well knew, would surely mean a trip down the mighty manstaff of the red-scaled Bloodthirster! That is, if the Lord of Change didn’t decide to take a “share” of her first! Tearing out the throat of one bloodletters, the panther was almost moving too fast for the naked eye to follow – and that was the naked eye of a Lord of Change, master of manipulating the course of events! This escaping female was desperate, hissing in fury as the strange silver mask she wore glowed, before beams of freezing cold lanced out, tearing into the ranks of the eager males crowding around her in a wide arc, driving them back, many now missing limbs (though this, like most non-fatal injuries inflicted on daemons, would pass with time), and one or two missing their heads, which shattered like glass as they tumbled to the floor of the corridor.

It was Boomer Kuwanger’s spinning boomerang that caught the panthercat off-guard, striking her on the side of her head, making her stagger for a single, fatal moment. A moment later, Launch Octopus was there, tentacles encircling the struggling feline, easily trapping her paws, fore and hind. Sting Chameleon gave a short hop forward, his tongue snapping out, snagging the silver mask and jerking it from the panther’s face. Instantly, the feline began to shimmer, a strange green gas rising from her body, and soon, rather than a big cat, a beautiful dark-haired woman struggled in the grip of the robotic octopus, her supple, toned body as naked as that of the cat she’d once been.

[http://www.darah.com/she-ra/usrg/evilhorde/catraclawdeen/catraclawdeen.asp]

“A fine showing, my dear,” the Lord of Change said with a chuckle, reaching down to stroke the bare back of the captive woman, much like he might have stroked a true cat. “But it’s over now. If you give in and cooperate, perhaps I can persuade the Bloodthirster to focus his attentions on your friends back where you came from, and leave you to me. I assure you, I can be much more gentle than the Khornites…and I won’t necessarily share you with all of my fellows.”

Baring her fangs (and despite looking human, the captive woman did have a cat’s sharp teeth!), Catra hissed defiantly, spittle splattering the vulturoid’s face.

“So be it,” the Lord of Change intoned, wiping his beak. “You have dug your own…”

“YAH!”

“SQUAWK!”

While they weren’t lethal by any means, the sudden flurry of razor-sharp clawstrokes that slashed across the face and neck and upper wings of the Lord of Change were at once unexpected, and actually managed to hurt him! The owner of said claws must have been a magical creature!

Toralei’s frenzy of attacks, while infused with all her heart and soul as she fought to protect a fellow felinoid, honestly couldn’t do any really lasting damage to a mighty Lord of Change – it’s magic-infused nature was simply too potent for such mortal attacks to cause anything but superficial injuries. Perhaps if she’d been fully-grown, rather than only a teenager, the catgirl might have had better results. All the same, even if Toralei didn’t manage to really hurt the Lord of Change, she did manage to distract it…which was all the opening Skeletor and Evil-Lyn on one side, and Star Butterfly on the other, her magic wand extended and shining brightly! For a moment, the Lord of Change stood, irresolute, obviously completely taken aback at the sudden rush of potent energies engulfing his being, filling his essence to the brim…and then to overflowing. The next moment, the Lord of Change burst with another loud squawk, this one of utter surprise, the mortal components of his being atomizing as his immortal essence was cast back into the realm of Chaos from whence it had sprung.

[65% chance of success – rolled 39 – success #2 of 4]

With so many potent powerhouses slamming together, with the demons in the middle, rays and rockets and bullets and explosions and fists and feet and even the occasional Prinnie thrown in for good measure flying this way and that, it was hardly any time at all before both the demons and the robots were defeated, the demons and daemons mostly dematerialized (though the Biker Mice spared one of the split-headed demons, ostensibly for “interrogation,” even though it wasn’t quite clear if the creature could even talk), while the Mavericks were seated with their backs to each other, magnetic clamps taken from their own ship now locking them firmly in place, ankles together, wrists behind their backs. Kuromi would, of course, later claim that she’d been the one to take down all eight robot bosses, but the reality of the matter was that she’d ducked out of the way of Boomer Kuwanger’s boomerang, which had sliced off Flame Mammoth’s trunk, which spurted out a gout of fire that bowled over Chill Penguin, making him lose his grip on one of his ice projectiles, which slipped under Spark Mandrill’s feet, making him lose his balance, slapping against Armored Armadillo, who suddenly found himself naked as his plates burst apart (which immediately drew everyone’s attention – the little guy turned out to be very well-endowed!), one of them smacking into the back of Launch Octopus’ mass, making him slam into Sting Chameleon, entangling him in tentacles and tongue, while a stray lash of the robo-chameleon’s tail caught Storm Eagle’s legs just as he was taking to the air, sending him spiraling downward, crashing on top of the pile of his fellow robot bosses.

Nobody, of course, would ever believe Kuromi: she’d forgotten to charge her phone.

[65% chance of success – rolled 40]

Looking up as Launch Octopus’ tentacles fell away, Catra saw the orange-furred catgirl who’d leapt to her defense standing over her, the silver mask of transformation held outstretched.

“You did good, kid,” purred the more experienced woman, taking the mask from Toralei’s hands.

In all the melee, however, two persons had completely escaped unnoticed, with a third carried between them: the Pronghorn sisters, Clove and Cassia, Bunnie Rabbot still locked in magnetic manacles, carried, struggling, between them toward the station’s core, and the dark ritual about to take place.

Then, for a long, long moment, everything was dead, almost eerie silence. Laharl and Skeletor faced off across the room against Wonder Woman and Ace Bunny. Actually, it was this pairing that ended the moment of tension: the moment Laharl realized that Wonder Woman was a very well-endowed woman indeed, his face started to twitch, and before too long, he was forced to sit down quite rapidly.

“Those…things…” he moaned, covering his face with his hands. “Get them away…”

“What-?” Wonder Woman started to ask, obviously completely confused. Skeletor, similarly, looked baffled, lifting his Havoc Staff to a relaxed position, rather than standing ready to fire more magic, and Ace Bunny did the same with his blade, before finally sheathing it (though his knowledge of iajutsu meant that sheathing his sword didn’t mean it was unready).

“Don’t mind him,” Etna reassured everyone with a smile as she walked between the two groups, casually resting her oversized poleaxe on her shoulders, a rather battered-looking Prinnie wobbling along behind her. “He’s technically an adult by demon standards, but he still hasn’t chosen to go through demon puberty. Something about not wanting the hassle of girls.”

“Demons are so complicated,” Sapphire muttered, shaking her head as she met the eyes of Star Butterfly, while at the same time, Marco Ubaldo Diaz met the eyes of Almaz von Almandine Adamant. In that single glance, instant friends recognized each other, and the four young people moved quietly to the side of the field of conflict, all the better to get to know each other better. “You never really know what they’re going to decide their rules will be next.”

“He’ll come around soon enough,” Flonne cheerfully reported, setting Laharl’s head on her lap as she knelt next to him, her small angel’s wings fluttering with her natural exuberance. “He says my, um, you knows, don’t affect him at all.”

“You guys wrap up here,” Sylvia suddenly exclaimed, stamping her feet in impatience. “Me, I’m not waiting around: this place is a bastion of evil, and I’m gonna smash my way through every demon head I find!”

More glances were exchanged (except with Skeletor – he already knew what he was going to do, and anyway, he didn’t have proper eyes for glancing or meeting them in the first place), and the two groups reshuffled, forming two new groups: one to stay there, and set up a sort of “base camp” around the ship that had penetrated the Hellstation, and a second to press onward, with the mission to smite evil, and defeat the minions of darkness that lurked around every corner of the Hellstation.

[65% chance of success – rolled 56 – success #4!]

And that, of course, is exactly what they did.

Doomguy was suddenly aware of a strange…hollowness to the Hellstation. Where were all the bubblehead nurses? Where were the childlike imps with the weird animal heads? Where were the things with way too many tentacles? And what about those things that were mostly muscle and sharp edges and sometimes projectiles of various sorts? All of a sudden, everything in his part of the Hellstation had gone completely quiet. He and Ryo-Ohki didn’t even encounter anymore demons engaged in play rather than the serious business of getting shredded by Doomguy’s multitude of guns.

“Somethin’s about to happen,” Doomguy muttered softly under his breath as he looked down a final long, dark corridor. “Somethin’ big. There’s nothin’ left between me’n the core of the station now. Nothin’…but whatever’s in the middle of all this mess. The big brain behind it all.”

Gritting his teeth behind his faceplate, which slowly turned opaque at his silent command, Doomguy hefted his gun, and started forward. He was sure he was ready for whatever he might meet at the end of all things.

Choices

*Hellstation

1) Ratchet and the SWATKats - 20

(60% chance of success, 4 successes or failures; violation of prisoners a result of failure)

*Desert City

2) Bambi and company meet Blacksad and company, then make their way to the Pyramid Casino and safety - 15

(45% chance of success, 3 successes or failures; success here will put Bambi, Berri, Shirley McLoon, and Goldie Pheasant into active play, and safely retire the others; failure will put everyone into the clutches of Shere Khan)

3) What's going on at another casino?

-Fat Cat's Casino - a 20's-style speakeasy - 15

(55% chance of success, rolled 5 times)

-The Mouse Trap - a pub with the best card games in Casino City - 5

[Will also include what's going on in the sewers of Casino City]

-The Percheron - all-horse review, actually a pretty safe spot - 15

-Pleasure Island - a place for transformations - 1

-The Pyramid - what are our friends up to? - 20

[Various sex scenes, Sly/Rocket/Carmelita scene highest priority]

*Castlevania and Environs

4) The Zerg and the Xenomorphs - 11

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

5) The final Count-down - 4

(60% chance of success, rolled 3 times)

6) Ayumi, both Lara Crofts, Daring Do, and Rouge do some treasure hunting by themselves - 4

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

7) Scar and the Tyrannos arrive on War World - 1

(45% chance of success, rolled 4 times)

8) Dealing with the heroes' prisoners - 10

*Other Locations

9) Bowser and company have "dessert" while planning (no vore involved, I promise...unless specifically requested; a lot of "eating" will take place, though) - 16

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

11) Bucky O'Hare tries to escape the Jungles of Rage - 0

(50% chance, rolled 4 times)

12) Hunting in the Jungles of Rage - 18

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

13) More fun in Wile E. Coyote's lab & The Slave Factory - 20

Additional Requests/Votes

Characters (5 votes for new character additions)

Banjo (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Banjo) & Kazooie (http://banjokazooie.wikia.com/wiki/Kazooie) - 2

Bubsy the Bocat (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bubsy) - 4

Dawn Bellwether (http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Bellwether) - 2

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