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Entry 9

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

*Temple

1) Retreat - 6

2) Dungeon fight - 11

-Prisoners Y/N - 3/6

*Desert City

Engage Stalker? Y/N - 5/11

Exploration:

1) Ruins - 5

2) Sewers - 5

3) Stay on ship - 1

4) Casinos - 6

Prostitution Y/N (and suggestions) - 4/8

-Renamon - 2

-Carmelita - 1

-Chocolat - 1

*Ship

More naughty details? Y/N - 13/3

Additional Requests/Votes

Should characters become dynamic/level up? Y/N - 3/0 (10 votes either way decides it)

Characters (5 votes for new character additions):

Kaa - 3

Lt. M'Ress - 3

Flamedramon - 1

Captain Claw - 1

Articuno - 1 (mythic)

Hk-47 (Star Wars KOTOR) - 1

Scenes (7 votes for most to happen):

X Villains Scene - 12/10 - Freshly voted into action, this will take place next time I post

Mythological Encounter (requires 10 votes) - 6

Nudity becomes more common among the crew - 5

Master Tigress demands a rematch with Jon Talbain - 2

Master Tigress/Renamon interaction - 1

Jon Talbain takes charge as Alpha male - 2

Master Tigress/Okami pairing - 1

Chocolat and Elh need to be talked out of their prudish ways - 4

Boss, the charr engineer, becomes a voyeur with Riva - 1

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

Author Notes

Since there were twice as many votes for not taking prisoners as taking them, I will roll against 25% to see if a given opponent against Samus Aran survives the encounter (if they lose). If they survive, she takes them prisoner. No penalties will be assessed against Samus' rolls, however.

...no, as I think about it, I'm not especially comfortable with the possible deaths of these characters, even the villains (I balked when I was about to have Samus Aran shoot Trixie Lulamoon). I'm starting to think, unless there's an extreme circumstance, or we're dealing with nameless mooks, I'm not going to kill off characters. This is not to say that I won't kill characters at all - just that it will be very, very difficult, and I'll be inclined to give lots of second (and third) chances and warnings and such first. Let me know your feelings on the subject; unless there's a strong backlash, I think this will become standard policy.

UFC Entry 9

* In the Temple's Depths

"Hold tight, princess," said Samus as she carefully lowered the dangling young-looking filly (wasn't she a goddess, though?) to the smooth stone of the vast chamber. Searching around, she swiftly found a fallen tapestry, and tore it apart with her chozo-enhanced strength (her power armor was almost juiced out), then wrapped the slightly trembling girl in its folds. Frowning, Samus noticed the swirling purple darkness around Princess Luna's stomach, and knew she'd have to hurry...but she just couldn't leave prisoners in the clutches of the enemy!

Turning, Samus quickly gathered up what she could of the Fulgore units. There were computer drives here that she could access later for more information. Right now, though, what she needed were guns. Lots of guns.

-

"Ngh," grunted Spitfire, turning her head with a look of disgust behind her aviator's shades as rough gloved hands ripped the front of her blue uniform open, baring her supple fire yellow flesh and fur to the chill of the dungeons right down to just a little below her waist, and just a little above her pubis. "If you expect me to tell you anything, you're going to be very disappointed."

"Did I ask you any questions?" whinnied the horse-headed humanoid slowly mauling the Wonderbolts leader's perfect, upthrust breasts with astonishing skill, making her cheeks begin to flush despite herself. "I'm no interrogator - I'm Stallion!"

"Original name," taunted the blue-furred pegasus dangling from a nearby wall, sneering at the red-maned horse-man.

"I got it because I always get girls pregnant," Stallion responded, giving the lithesome rainbow-haired pegasus a lecherous leer before going back to working his incredibly agile, skilled muzzle and long, smooth tongue over Spitfire's bared breasts, with their perked burnt orange nipples, the same shade as her eyes. "Every squirt a baby on the way!"

[Normal pregnancy chances are 10% per scene; with Stallion, the chances are 80%]

"N-no way," got out Spitfire through clenched teeth, beads of sweat on her forehead as she squirmed against the chains holding her dangling from the ceiling, and against those horribly skilled hands as they touched her, every light caress making her skin feel like it was on fire. "There's just no way. Ah!"

Spitfire's cry came as Stallion grabbed the top of her uniform firmly, then ripped it off her arms, before peeling the remainder down her sleek, trimly-muscled body, fully baring her quivering, clenched flanks with their windswept flames cutie mark. Before she could even kick out at him, Stallion caught up Spitfire's thighs in his powerful hands, and slung them over his shoulders, even as he knelt slightly to get a good, close look at the Wonderbolt captain's bared pudenda.

"Hee!" whinnied the horse-man in laughter at the beautiful sight of the pony's sex, his fingers slowly prying her orange lower lips apart. "No panties! You like flying, don't you? You've even got a 'landing strip' up there," he indicated her rectangular tuft of neatly-trimmed pubic hair, the same color as her mane and tail, which was indeed cut in the indicated pattern. "When I'm finished, you'll feel like you're flying. Mmm, and I'll bet you taste like orange juice!"

"Gah! Stop! I'll see you on charges! Don't do...ah! AAH!"

Spitfire's demands were quickly drowned out by the sounds of loud, wet, messy slurping and Stallion's eager little exclamations as he truly put his muzzle and thick tongue to work on the Wonderbolt's captain's quim. Equines were sensitive by nature, and little ponies even more than most, and many in the know said that pegasi were the most sensitive of all, especially in erotic situations. Whether this was true or not, the eyes of Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Big Macintosh were glued firmly on that fine orange flank as Spitfire threw back her head, her naked back and bottom clenching and flexing before their eyes, her juices dribbling copiously down Stallion's chin and onto the floor.

Of the three ponies, their expressions said a great deal about their 'interests.' Rainbow Dash, fangirl that she was, stared openjawed as one of her idols was swiftly worked up to what would surely be a resounding orgasm, and obviously wishing it were her doing the eating out. Applejack, on the other hand, let her Stetson slide down over her eyes, chewing her lower lip as she did so, and hoping nobody noticed her deep blush, or the way her tight blue jeans were starting to get moist right between her thighs. Big Macintosh, true to type, just watched with the same laconic expression he normally wore on his freckled red face. That red face, in fact, made it nearly impossible to tell if he were blushing, though it should be noted that he didn't look away, and the front of his own jeans firmed up more than a little.

Naturally, it was this moment that Zeke chose to come barging down the stairs, several lizard women in front of him.

"Stallion, you idiot!" he bellowed, making the red-haired horseman start up in surprise, letting Spitfire's legs drop, so she dangled limply once more, gasping for breath. "You're here messing around with the prisoners, and we've got an intruder up top!"

"She wasn't one of the virgins," Stallion complained lamely. "And I-No said Trixie and Gilda were off-limits."

"That's because they're corrupted with sex magic, you dolt!" snarled the Big Bad Wolf, rushing to a rear door and yanking it open, revealing the previously-mentioned pair, who were presently playing cards at a wooden table. "Enough orgasms without adding more corruption, and you could wear off the mind controls entirely! With as much as you love making girls cum before you do, that's almost guaranteed."

"Lucky it doesn't work like that for us men," chuckled Stallion as he idly reached down to squeeze a passing lizard woman's tush, making her squeak in surprise, before he turned and took a large sword down from its place on the wall. "We'd have to cum in willing, pure pussy a lot before we worked the badness out of our balls." He grinned wickedly as he turned to run his eyes over the dangling prisoners...though without quite as much enthusiasm for Big Macintosh. "Like that will ever happen to me: I like rape way too much!"

"Sick freak," growled Zeke as he took a shotgun down from another wall mount.

"Like you're one to talk," protested Stallion, glancing back at the black-furred wolf, while he walked to take point on guarding the stairs, the light blue unicorn in swirling star-speckled robes and toned, muscular gryphon in tight jeans shorts and too-small t-shirt flanking him. "You wanted to cook and eat those ponies before I-No said you weren't allowed. Now that's sick!"

[http://aryion.com/g4/view/189428 - warning: NSFW]

"The one with the plump apple haunches would have been delicious," muttered Zeke, casting Applejack a longing glance, before wiping away the drool that had formed around his muzzle. "Er, you going to take on a trained bounty hunter with just a sword?"

"Of course," declared Stallion proudly. "What else would I need?"

Before Zeke could respond to the question, bolts of raw plasma tore through the stairs, and the glowing green visor of a tall, broad-shouldered figure could be seen through the smoke the blasts had caused.

"It's the bounty hunter!" yelled Zeke. "It's Samus Aran!"

Even Stallion hesitated for a moment at the sight before him. More dominated than the two males, however, Gilda and Trixie didn't hesitate. They saw an enemy, and lunged toward it. Gilda was first, leaping into the air and diving with a scream of fury, talons outstretched, flexing for the kill!

[50% chance of success - rolled 50 exactly - success #1! New chance of success is 55%]

Instead of encountering hard metal, however, Gilda went plowing through the empty shell before her. It was a trick! Lifting her head, Gilda was just in time to stare straight down the barrel of a shock pistol. She had only an instant to register what she was seeing, before Samus pulled the trigger.

BAM!

[Chance of survival 25% - rolled 20 - Gilda is taken prisoner]

Tumbling back against the far wall at the top of the stairs, Gilda's eyes were out of focus as she lay there, the charge straight to her brain more than she could handle, overloading her nervous system, and sending her into a totally dazed state. While the pink-haired human, Luna, and that arctic vixen might have escaped with Tira and the others, Gilda wasn't going anywhere.

All around, the lizard women cried out in their hissing language, most of them trying to grab better weapons, guns and similar objects, rather than the ceremonial polearms most of them had been carrying up above. Samus stepped down the stairs, her gun powering up, her face set in a mask of grim fury.

Stallion took one look at the skintight blue bodysuit Samus was wearing, and his jaw dropped, little hearts appearing in his eyes.

"Zeke," he got out with an effort. "You never said the bounty hunter was a hot chick!"

Samus' eyes fixed on Stallion while his head was half-turned, and her expression of fury darkened; it seemed the horseman was her next target.

[55% chance of success - rolled 65 - failure #1! New chance of success 50%]

Stallion, however, was apparently paying a lot more attention than he seemed. He was also a lot more competent as he turned, twisting his blade just so, catching the blast on its shining metal surface.

"Magic swords," he said with a wink, before he was lunging up the stairs with nearly impossible speeds, demonstrating his inhuman heritage, grabbing hold of Samus' gun hand with one mighty fist. "Never leave home without 'em. Now why don't you just come on down and join the party? I promise you'll enjoy it."

After her exposure to those strange fumes up above, Samus was still feeling...strange, especially between her legs. At the close proximity of this powerful, virile male, that feeling just kept getting stronger. Despite herself, she somehow knew that what Stallion said was true - whether she wanted to or not, she would enjoy whatever happened to her. _Too_much.

She had to keep fighting!

[50% chance of success - rolled 39 - success #2! New chance of success 55%]

Not saying a word, Samus suddenly twisted her hand in Stallion's grip, turning her shock pistol around, then slamming it into his gut before pulling the trigger. The muscular horseman gaped in shock as he took a bolt straight to his insides, before he went limp, and fell to his knees, gasping for breath.

[25% chance of capture, rolled 1 - Stallion is now a prisoner]

"The Great and Powerful Trixie won't let you win so easily!" declared the light blue unicorn, her horn blazing as she charged forward, her cloak swirling behind her.

"Yeah," agreed Zeke, cocking his double-barreled shotgun. "What she said."

The lizard women held back, still mostly in a blind panic as they tried to arm themselves, but also not wanting to get in the way of the fight between these powerful beings. Zeke started to draw in long breaths, his chest swelling, while Trixie launched rapidfire bursts of raw magic, leaving pockmarks on the stone where they struck. Samus had to move fast to stay one step ahead of these foes!

Racing with all her might, Samus grit her teeth, her full concentration on those bolts of energy from the unicorn's horn. She had to get closer, had to get in a clear shot. Rounding the large cell at the bottom of the long stairs, she kept her eyes fixed on Trixie, acting with the speed of thought, anticipating every bolt, every movement. She could not_fail now! She _had to win!

Then, with a soft 'oof' as the breath was forced out of her, Samus ran into something cold and hard. Turning, her eyes wide in shock, she saw what it was: Zeke's shotgun.

[55% chance of success, rolled 76 - failure #2! New chance of success 50%]

BOOM!

The rock salt load in the Big Bad Wolf's gun tore through the front of the Zero Suit, shredding its stealth-aiding filaments in an instant, laying Samus' breasts and much of her upper body fully bare. If breasts like Samus' were seen on a standard human, full and round and gravity-defying as they were, any rational individual would have immediately assumed that they were artificially augmented somehow. Technically, this was true, but not in the surgical sense: Samus' entire body had been augmented by the chozo blood infusing her system, and the gorgeous swells of her perfect breasts were no exception. Just as her smooth, flawless skin would heal any blemish, eradicating any scar, so too would her breasts never sag or lose their buoyancy.

From the wall, the sight of a half-naked Samus had Rainbow Dash openly drooling, Applejack glaring in obvious jealousy (she'd have to compare sizes later...if she ever got the chance), and even the stoic Big Macintosh actually raised his eyebrows. Right in front of her, Zeke was momentarily stunned into frozen inaction, his jaws dropping, and before too long he was drooling almost as much as Rainbow Dash.

That, of course, was when Samus Aran shot him.

[Chance of success 50% - rolled 19 - success #3!]

[25% chance of capture - rolled 24 - Zeke is now a prisoner]

"You won't escape the khazra's corrupting seed so easily!" declared Trixie, striking a dramatic pose on the stairs, her loose, filmy robes swirling around her, her pointed hat bobbing on her head. "Eventually, you'll fall, and you'll end up as tainted as the rest of us!"

So saying, Trixie caught the edge of her cloak, then swirled it around her. Rather than just a dramatic flourish, this actually worked real magic: it made Trixie instantly vanish from sight! Whether invisibility or teleportation, Samus couldn't tell right away, since she didn't have her visor. Right now, though, her tits hurt, and she didn't really care.

"Excuse me," she said with a grumble at Gilda, reaching down to yank the dazed gryphon's tight t-shirt off, then tugging it down over her own significant assets - it fit...barely. "As for you," she said, turning to the lizard women, who cowered, frozen in fear near the rear of the chamber. "Get lost."

Terrified, the scaly females did just what they'd been told, and fled into the darkness, soon vanishing from sight.

Seeing the room cleared, Samus heaved a long sigh of relief, her shoulders finally sagging just a little. That had been close! Aw, for crying out...what was closer right now, actually, was how her purloined top nearly popped at the seams when she breathed in too much. She'd have to be careful in future, at least until she could get back to the ship and get her armor patched up.

"I guess you'd like a hand down?" she asked, mostly rhetorically, of the pony prisoners, including the still-gasping Spitfire.

"That'd be most kindly of you," answered Applejack.

"Eeyup," said Big Macintosh, doing his level best not to stare at a pair of breasts that were indeed about the equal of his sister's (and Celestia knew how many times he and she had been through awkward close calls - it was tough being the only colt in a filly-filled household, especially when they were hot fillies like his younger sisters and their friends).

"Can I have your autograph, Miss Aran?"

Everypony (and one -body) looked at Rainbow Dash.

"What?" asked the rainbow-tressed filly. "I was just asking."

*

After a long, penetrating look at the creature, Renamon finally turned away, and leapt nimbly back across the rooftops. No, whatever the creature was, she wasn't going to engage it. Not yet, at least, not when she was alone, without sufficient backup in a strange and potentially dangerous city.

As for Carmelita, as she made her way slowly back to the ship, she picked up more details, these about the planet on which she and her friends now found themselves.

Apparently it was a world ruled over by great and powerful gods. Nobody on the streets knew a lot about them, since their small community was in one of the rare "dead zones" between divine dominions (which was also why the crime bosses of the casinos loved it so much), but they'd been rulers over the world for a long time. Apparently there were legends about a time before the gods, and that was where all the ruins that dotted the landscape came from. Also apparently, those ruins regularly contained the treasures of that ancient, technology-rich lost civilization. And if you wanted to buy those treasures, cheap, the best place to go was the casinos.

When she and Renamon made it back to the boat, she explained her findings to the others. After some debate back and forth - Raven was heavily in favor of going to the ruins to hunt for artifacts directly, while Chocolat said there was no guarantee they'd find the right parts just randomly poking around - the four females (or three females and one who was...adjustable) agreed together that they'd head to the casinos, and see what they could drum up.

After some work, Chocolat rigged up a transmitter, and then sent their boat adrift on the water. With the remote control in her hands, she could call the boat back to their location, as long as they were close enough to water for it to respond. This final precaution taken, the foursome started toward the bright and flashing lights of the desert casinos of Warworld.

"Wow," said Chocolat, her eyes almost bugging out of her head. "This place...just wow."

Wow was right: Vegas had nothing on what was before the three females and one nearmale as they walked down the broad, flat street, the casinos on all sides, every one displaying its advertising openly.

"Hey, Carmelita," Chocolat suddenly said, frowning in some confusion as she pointed to a nearby sign. "What's that place? The sign sort of looks like..."

"Perhaps we'd better move along," said the vixen quickly, gently turning the impressionable teenager toward one of the less-unwholesome casinos.

"But where?" asked Raven, still lingering near the rear of the group. "There are too many choices."

"Which one does the one called Emerald Eyes inhabit?" asked Carmelita, casting a glance around.

"That one," said Raven immediately, motioning with a slight inclination of her head toward the Pyramid, an Egyptian-themed casino.

"Hmm, that's useful to know," Carmelita continued. I learned a few things myself while I was out. Including about the local criminal element. Now, I suppose, it's just a matter of choosing the right evil."

"With so many choices, how can we possibly go wrong?" Raven quipped dryly.

Crouched on one of the many flashing neon signs, the bright lights actually acting as better cover than even the still night sky, the transparent being continued to watch our heroines from afar. Somewhere, out in the darkness, other, similarly-cloaked forms were moving now, closing in slowly around the first figure. Were they...stalking that first figure?

Standing on a nearby ledge, just beside the logo for the Pyramid casino, was an odd-looking purple-striped cat. She was beautiful, in her strange way, but she had a smile that was much too large for her face. That, and she seemed even less substantial than the cloaked figures on the rooftops, bits of her completely naked body apparently quite eager to walk away in various directions.

As a famous individual once said, "You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself."

But weren't those the most interesting sorts of people?

*

Events around the ship just sort of...got out of hand, really.

Surprisingly enough, Krystal was not, in fact, the one who was the blame for the debauchery that ensued. Nor were the asari, though they certainly would have liked to claim the credit. No, the entire weight of guilt rested on a single individual: Okami Amaterasu.

Shortly after returning her things to her room, the white wolf goddess had walked back out, only to find the crew of the little transport ship still standing around, quite naked, mostly just doing their best not to stare at each other. Well, most of them were naked, anyway; Master Tigress had managed to retain her clothes, even though Jon Talbain, who had been dressed when he arrived, was about as naked as everyone else, his pants slung over one shoulder, and Bambi's spacer uniform slung over the other. Fortunately, the ship's shields were back online now, and offered a measure of protection from the cold. Unfortunately, Tails, along with Boss and Shianne, had come out of the ship shortly afterward, and soon joined the awkward little gathering.

"Well?" Master Tigress demanded of the group, glaring at them as a body (while doing her best to keep her eyes above the neckline of everyone there). "There's a lot of work to be done here. We need those bodies cleaned up, and the ship is a mess, and our defenses are inadequate, and we've still got to find food..."

The kung-fu master trailed off as the red-painted she-wolf stepped out, almost very literally radiant in her shining whiteness, especially with the dark of the night all around her for contrast. Smiling pleasantly, she walked past everyone there, not seeming to mind for an instant how everyone's (including Master Tigress') eyes strayed over her lovely and completely nude figure. Aside from the red marks on her face, between her breasts, and over her shoulders, the only other colors on the beautiful Okami were the twin dark marks of her nipples, each as black and shining as fresh, dark India ink, and similarly dark flashes seem in glimpses between her snowy legs, and beneath her flowing black-tipped tail.

Passing close to Master Tigress, Okami reached out, and lightly brushed the underside of the great warrior's chin, giving the tigress a reassuring smile. The expression said everything: I know how you feel, and everything is all right; I promise. Master Tigress frowned, not quite understanding, but soon her amber eyes widened as she saw Okami Amaterasu extend both her hands toward the many bodies of their fallen foes. Right before her eyes - before all their eyes - the bodies crumbled in seconds, and soon afterward, the places where they'd been sprang forth into brilliant blossoms. In mere moments afterward, many of these blossoms burst into ripe, delicious-smelling fruit, and hardy berry bushes tangled their way around the ship, forming a thorny barrier against unwanted approaches.

(When Red and Elh had returned, they hadn't noticed this last feature; this was simply because Okami willed the barrier not to get in their way.)

Turning, Okami smiled at Master Tigress, her expression gentle, inviting. The feline fighter's breath caught, her muscles tensing, as the she-wolf stepped forward, resting a gentle hand on Master Tigress' shoulder. Those eyes...those dark, endless eyes, they caught Master Tigress', and held them. Slowly, the master warrior felt herself softening, relaxing. Yes, Okami Amaterasu, mother of all that was good, would make everything all right. Master Tigress knew this, even as she knew that Okami saw Master Tigress' own inadequacies, her insecurities, her drive to harden herself, to become indestructible, to somehow make up for the hurt left when her great master Oogway had picked his favorite student...and that student had not been her. Instead it had been, first, Tai Lung, and second, Po, the first chosen directly by her master, the second chosen seemingly by fate and the gods. And always, always, Master Tigress was left in the shadow of giants.

Now she felt herself being drawn into a gentle caress, which soon became a loving embrace. Okami Amaterasu understood, and Master Tigress knew it.

No!

Pulling away from the she-wolf, perhaps a little too roughly, Master Tigress shook her head, her eyes wide as a sense of panic settled on her. She...she couldn't trust anyone like that. Couldn't leave herself open to being hurt. Not again. All eyes were on her now, and she swallowed, feeling the uncomfortable silence.

"I...I'll be standing guard," she said, and leapt into the air, landing lightly on top of the ship.

"Well," began Krystal after the awkward moment had passed, "since it seems we're all fine with the new dress code, and there's an awful lot that needs to be done, I guess we'd all better-mmph!"

Grabbing Krystal's staff and shoving it to one side, Okami silenced the blue-furred vixen with a kiss filled with all the raw powers of a fertility goddess that has had quite enough of teasing. Krystal's staff, still clutched in one of her hands, glowed brilliantly, and then a radiant burst spread out from it, even as she moaned into the primal, _hungry_kiss of the she-wolf, her pink nipples dueling with Okami's black ones.

Jon Talbain licked his chops, his erection straining almost instantly at full mast as he watched Okami grind her thigh between Krystal's legs, until her fur came away soaked to the skin beneath. The werewolf glanced around, and smirked as he noticed he wasn't the only one sporting a serious hard-on: Brooklyn, Tails, Bambi, and Kovu were at least as erect and ready for action as he was.

Being the take-charge sort, Talbain stepped forward and roughly grabbed Krystal's tail, right between the two golden bindings along its fluffy length. Lifting her tail, which made Krystal's balance skew, causing her to bend forward right into Okami's arms, her head resting between those plush white breasts, Jon grabbed Krystal's presented tushie with one large, strong hand, his lips curling up as he saw how perfectly each tight, blue-furred bun fit into each of his hands. Besides that, he could fit those hands around her tiny waist, with only a little room to spare!

Krystal's needy, kittenish whimper brought Jon's mind back to his present task: making sure this blue-furred wench walked funny for the rest of her stay on Warworld! Lips curling back, Jon grit his teeth as he _thrust_his hips forward, his thick, veiny wolfcock sinking nice and slow into the hottest, tightest, wettest little piece of tail he'd ever nailed!

That was the final catalyst. Suddenly, Bambi was being pounced by the young lions, and in moments, found himself the filling in a tawny-furred sandwich, his smooth pink penis buried to the hilt in Kiara's clenching cunny, while Kovu growled and snarled behind him, working his hips, plowing the young buck good and hard with his rubbery-barbed erection. Boss found herself looking up with aroused trepidation while Shiane and Sasfin licked and suckled on her four tiny charr breasts, and Tails eagerly ate out her tasty pink slit, making her jacklegs kick on either side of his head as a cry of jungle passion was forced from her throat. Aadhira and Angela squeezed Brooklyn's rigid red shaft between their breasts, licking the head and the upper half of his cock while they bobbed up and down. And over to one side, furiously masturbating, Riva held a personal recorder to her eyes, making sure to record everything that transpired for posterity.

Naturally, the orgy didn't stop there. As everyone started to get chilled, despite the functional forcescreens, they moved the party indoors. Bambi and Tails pounded Okami and Krystal side by side, the twin-tailed fox's tails brushing Bambi's bottom gently with every thrust, while Jon got his fill of tasty blue asari juices, Aadhira riding his rampant shaft while he hunched and thrust on top of her, his widespread muzzle gnawing greedily on the motherly Shianne's sex. Brooklyn let Kiara mount him, while Kovu mounted Angela, who eagerly kissed the red-skinned gargoyle as her purple-skinned breasts were made to bounce with each eager thrust of the lionboy's hips. At the same time, purple-skinned Sasfin cornered Boss when the shy charr tried to quietly slip away, and showed the felinoid all about the joys of tribadism, both females still standing when they yowled out loud in orgasm, the asari sounding about as much like a cat as Boss herself.

Around the fourth or perhaps fifth wave (depending on how one measured such things), Red and Elh returned to the ship. Master Tigress was still on top of the ship, very determinably pretending that she couldn't hear every wet, messy, slurping sound of sex taking place in the ship beneath her. Boss had somehow managed to make her escape, so that she could get back to the work in the engine room that was troubling her thoughts, and had been rather embarrassed to be discovered wearing nothing but a toolbelt as she went about her chores - not least among her reasons being she was somewhat concerned that she would be interrupted again should Red decide to jump her muscular bare bottom. Jon Talbain was just resting up between rounds, after having rather thoroughly plundered first Bambi's and then Tails' bottoms, leaving the younger, less-experienced males lying quite limp and spent on the floor of the bridge.

When Red entered the bridge, he saw Krystal resting her pert blue bottom on her heels, her tail raised invitingly as she had her face half-turned toward him, her slim vulpine muzzle stuffed right to the brim with her first taste of rock-solid gargoyle cock (http://media.photobucket.com/user/Dragonrider1227/media/Motivational%20Posters/Krystalsuh.jpg.html?filters[term]=krystal%20motivational%20poster%20starfox&filters[primary]=images&filters[secondary]=videos&sort=1&o=0). Angela was kneeling behind the slightly older gargoyle, one hand on the underside of his tail, the other holding his buns spread slightly apart, while she worked her long, ribbonlike tongue up and into his tightly-clenched tailhole. For her part, Okami was resting in a nearby chair (she didn't sit in the captain's chair, and neither did anyone else - that would have been disrespectful to Red Savarin), smiling pleasantly as the dark blue and more full-figured Shianne and the light blue and petite-bodied Aadhira moaned loudly, grinding themselves to climax after climax on her thighs. The muscular and tight-bodied Sasfin lay nearby, sleeping off a good multiple orgasm, courtesy of Okami's very talented tongue.

"Hello, captain," said Riva, stepping quietly from the side. "Perhaps you'd like to be informed of the official record of activities while you were away from the ship?"

"No he wouldn't!" declared Elh urgently as she burst into the room, doing her best to get the nosebleed that had started at the sight of a naked and well-hung werewolf under control.

And that, as they say, was the end of that.

-

"My balls are cold," grumbled Jon as he trudged through the snow, not nearly as happy as he'd once been. But then, rescue and scouting missions are seldom as fun as orgies.

"Be grateful," said Kiara helpfully from behind him, dressed in the same winter weather clothes as Kovu, who trailed the rear, ensuring they weren't followed. "You could be up there."

Jon glanced upward, to where Angela and Brooklyn were winging their way through the gusts of wind and blowing snow. He canted his head slightly, grinning as he silently admitted the point.

"Could always be worse," he admitted, then came up short, frowning. "Huh?"

There, just a little way in the distance, was a tall figure. She - and it was very, very obviously a "she" - beckoned towards them, a smile that promised untold pleasures on perfect ruby lips. Then the figure turned, a swirl of green hair behind her, and seemed to simply melt into the mist and the darkness.

"Did you see that?" asked Jon.

"Uh-huh," said both lions.

"You think we oughta follow that?" he asked, this time more hesitant. Whoever it was that was out there, she was so very familiar.

Okami, right behind Kovu and Kiara, arched an eyebrow. Obviously, whoever it was, wasn't to be trusted. But then again, that didn't mean that following her wouldn't be profitable.

Choices

*Temple

There is one more thing in the temple, a final, deeper, darker region, where the lizard women went. There is a great risk in advancing, though less now that we have three fully-functional allies (Spitfire's still a little too out of it to help). But at the same time, it might hold the great reward that comes at the end of an adventure. Do we:

1) Go into the darkness

2) Get back now

If we go forward, do we try to take a lizard woman prisoner? Y/N

*Desert City

Which casino should we investigate? Along with names (and I admit that I'm terrible with names), I will list major characters likely to be encountered, or general descriptions of them. This vote is more to see the order in which the girls check the casinos, stopping when they find the parts they need.

1) Jabba's Palace: exactly what it sounds like, though with a lot more neon and slot machines than were back on Tatooine. Star Wars naughtiness is very likely here. As is vore and enslavement (Jabba is heavily into that sort of thing, though only Carmelita might know this). http://kaernen.deviantart.com/gallery/2752077/Star-Wars-Babes(NSFW) - the girls will have a lot of competition if they want to get attention (do make requests for races you'd like to see, male or female). If you choose this casino, please vote if the girls should be forewarned about Jabba's slaving practices. There is a 65% chance of the girls finding what they want, but also a 75% chance of running into trouble (65% if they are forewarned).

2) The Mouse Trap: run by somebody named Rattigen, this place seems to employ mostly skaven, though there are a lot of rather attractive rodent-based employees around...especially up on stage. Miss Kitty and Clarice both perform here, along with an understudy nobody's heard of before; somebody named Tanya something. The place seems fairly safe (30% chance of trouble), and reasonably well-connected (50% chance of finding the parts they need). Feel free to request any rodent character (or lapine) from your favorite works to show up here.

3) The Pyramid: looking just like its title suggests, this place has a strong retro-Egyptian theme. Most of its employees are lacuni cat-people, and anubians from the desert (http://mummy.wikia.com/wiki/Army_of_Anubis). The place seems pretty clean (10% chance of trouble) and fairly safe, but it doesn't seem to have a whole lot of deals going on (25% chance of finding the needed parts)...at least up front. In the back rooms, it's anyone's guess, but there's also a definite peril in trying those back rooms.

4) Treasure Island: this place is even lower-class than Jabba's Palace (50% chance of trouble), but at least the clientele seem friendly enough, mostly made up of offworlders on temporary leave on Warworld before heading back to the main spaceways. They also seem pretty well-connected (50% chance of finding the needed parts), but are almost guaranteed to demand more for whatever is on offer. There are also some pretty unsavory types that hang around this place, especially the piratical kind.

5) The Barn: all jokes aside, this place is a sty! Duke Nukem's Pig Cops are common here, as are Psycho Pigs from Battletoads. The place seems to be run by somebody named Big Blag, a rat of some sort, though the local skaven refuse to acknowledge that he's one of theirs. Still, though there's a really big chance of trouble (60%), there's an equally great chance of getting the needed parts (60%). The singer is top-notch (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Felicia_%28Darkstalkers%29), though she doesn't seem to like it here very much.

6) Freddy's: Aw, how cute: an adult-themed take on a children's funny animal show. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Five_Nights_at_Freddy's). While the original place was well-known to have children's souls possessing animatronic puppets, the operators here absolutely, one-hundred percent guarantee that they used only fully adult souls to animate their animatronic performers. Hmm, not sure if that's a good thing, though (http://www.xvideos.com/video12042889/five_nights_at_freddy_s_peach_fuzz_reupload_), but then again, there might be advantages. The guy at the front is this little raccoon, an offworlder who keeps a little potted bonsai tree near him at all times. At least, it looks like a bonsai tree, though you could swear it just smiled at you. He guarantees there'll be no trouble (40% chance), and that he's sure he can find the parts you want (30% chance), and he's willing to get 'em cheaper than anywhere else...provided you get him off this crazy planet.

7) The Last Stop: oh dear...well, isn't this place...nice. The entertainment is pretty interesting (http://donbluth.wikia.com/wiki/Sasha_La_Fleurup singing, as well as http://donbluth.wikia.com/wiki/Annabelle and http://donbluth.wikia.com/wiki/Belladonnaworking as background singers and dancers), to say the least, but...well, I'm not so sure about the guy who runs the place (http://donbluth.wikia.com/wiki/Red_%28All_Dogs_Go_To_Heaven_2%29). No, not sure at all. And there's a lot of red lighting around, too - makes it hard to see, or to trust the people hiding in the shadows they make. Especially since it seems like you can get anything here (80% chance of finding the parts needed...or anything else you care to suggest), though nobody's willing to talk about the price. Minimal chances of trouble, too (10%), at least, as long as you're a paying customer. Whatever "payment" means...

Please suggest ways that the girls might earn the money needed for their parts. Adventuring is a possibility, as is joining the flesh trade (this latter will mean a second roll against the chance of trouble, however, though it is a lot faster).

* Rescue Party

Our present party sent to scout out the ruined temple, and find Kim Possible, are:

Jon Talbain

Brooklyn

Angela

Okami Amaterasu

Kiara

Kovu

These are the ones who got the most votes toward this mission.

Do we:

1) Follow the figure in the mist

2) Head on to the ruined tower