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The Silverscale Lounge Arena

Ep. 9: August 2021

Hosted by Baskerra “Lounge Bitch” Hellmane

All in favor of our Lounge’s Founders

(Pictures of Results in the original fic link)

(DISCLAIMER: All characters in sexual situations are 18 and over. Just to let you know)

Part 1: The Choosing

(As it all begins, 12 incredibly large metallic crates are being air-lifted to a large clearing in the middle of a humongous forest, lush and looking like something straight out of the wilderness in Canada. The Silverscale Lounge itself can be seen presiding on the other side of the force-field containing all of this.

As this goes on and a massive Dragon Skull-shaped building is revealed in the center of the boxes, Baskerra suddenly pounces on top of it, holding a few suitcases and rapidly typing on a computer with her tails, panting heavily. She tests the mic for a bit.)

“And this isn’t even accounting for how college is gonna start again…” She sighed before clearing her throat. “Good whatever-time-of-the-day-it-is, folks! Welcome to the ninth Silverscale Lounge Arena! It’s slightly less hot as my past realm and I’m bum-rushing this Arena before I go vacationing for my future home in Santa Barbara for six days. Hopefully, I can give you all a wonderful show before it all begins. Anyway, onto the main event!”

She began to hop from one Team box to the other, running on all fours as she did so. “Four characters in each of these twelve boxes. Last one alive in my random and hellish dimension gets to earn the big prize of a wish! I swear I managed to get rid of any outside-context threats this time!”

She then tried to move aside the corpse of an Astro Zombie, while also smashing apart an alien Pod with one of her tails. “Yep. Absolutely NO reason to be alarmed! Let’s see who’s here!”

Team #1: Baskerra Hellmane

Ed was in a much different mood than normal. He was slumped against the doors of the Arena box, looking to the ceiling. “Space Warrior Ed’s log…it has been so long since I have seen the light of day. Is Space Warrior Ed doomed to stay among the monsters and mayhem of this realm? Will he ever see his friends again?”

“How long have you been…trapped here?” A soft yet deep female voice asked him. Sitting next to him was a rather tall schoolgirl with long onyx hair and a seemingly bored expression on her face. She was about as tall as Ed, to give you an idea.

Ed blinked at his new pal before clearing his throat. He didn’t feel quite as intimidated as he usually did when talking to girls like Nazz, but that may have been because of this game as a whole. “We are trapped in the nightmare world of Hades, created by Baskerra Hellmane to test our might and see whom is worthy of seeing home once more!” He dramatically said before extending a hand. “My name is Ed, Space Warrior!” He regained his smile for that.

Nervously, she took his hand as well. “I’m Sakaki…it’s nice to meet you.”

“First time?” Rachael Saleigh, another regular, asked, her fists raw once more, though it was more to relieve stress than escape. “Just stay on your feet. All I remember is that…why are you looking at me like that?” She tilted her head as Sakaki looked absolutely starstruck at the feline before her.

“C…can I…pet you?” She stammered, finding it hard not to cuddle with the enlarged cat.

But that would be put on hold when a loud roar was heard within the box. Waking up was the largest Carnotaurus you’ve ever seen. Black-scaled with red stripes along him, long sharp horns, and an actual working pair of clawed arms, the muscular dinosaur let out another roar as he leaned down at everybody else.

“…just get it over with.” Rachael sighed, turning to the door as it started to open. Sakaki, intimidated by the beast, hugged into Ed’s side.

“And the adventure continues!” He proclaimed as the dinosaur began to charge, eager to escape. For simplicity’s sake, we’ll call this beast Ira.

Team #2: Maria Felton

“What a strange plane this is.” The honorable albino leonid Planeswalker and protector of all, Ajani Goldmane, commented. “No weapons, my magic slightly mitigated…but this is no reason to give up so soon.” He said as he flexed his claws. “If I have to engage in some past savagery to escape, so be it.”

“Let’s hope not. Why don’t we all relax and have a listen for a moment?” A large buff anthro macaw Rito suggested. This was Kass and he had come complete with his instruments and a few music scrolls. “I must say, though. I’ve been to many places, but I never imagined I’d be called upon by demonic forces.”

“My friend, the forces of evil work in mysterious ways. Best be on your guard.” Ajani narrowed his gaze at the door. “The moment this opens, we might-“

That’s when he felt something press against his crotch, causing his eyes to widen. “Sure, the situation’s kinda crap, but…least we’ve got some good entertainment.” Yaoi nympho enthusiast ram-boi, Keiran Tracy, slide his hands all over that feline bulge as he huffed up the excess musk.

“Lay off. He’s clearly nervous…not that I blame you for trying.” Another friendly and more pansexual soul, the Lynx known as Avery, said, his tail flicking back and forth while eyeing both the lion and the macaw.

Kass just blinked. “Do you get this often? I know the feeling, if it helps.” He offered, patting his friend on the shoulder.

Ajani just shrugged, watching as the doors peeked open. “Oh, thank the Gods, an interruption.”

Team #3: Ruby the dragon

For this team, the stars themselves had produced four beings that were fit enough (at a glance, at least) to be the champions of this realm. Would they succeed? Well, let’s move in to get a closer look.

“LET US FREE! Are you blind to the perfection you see before you? I, Aries of the Crimson Stars, shall carve a path of success through this realm and show you all why you are right to fear us!” The large black-scaled dragoness glowed red along with her eyes, her body wingless but musclebound and long. Her horns were black and sharp, as well as her long tail ending in a plume of solar flame.

“Calm yourself, Aries. We shall have our moment in due time. For now, we must organize ourselves, lest we fall into the same confusion that will befall our foes.” Libra, Justice of the Cosmos, said sagely. The compromising dragoness had dull yellow/purple scales and a crown of horns that connected to two scales. One for indulgence, the other for cold logic.

“I don’t see why our leader has to act so uppity. It’s going to ruin our chances. We should just take this in stride. The stars themselves have blessed us, so there’s no need to worry.” The criticizing yet optimistic dragoness was Virgo, the Cosmic Hope. She was the smallest out of the four and more bird-like, complete with feathers underneath her wings and talons instead of claws, but her smile was unwavering too.

“And who knows, destroy?! From the ashes of this old world…”

“…will come a better one, create.” The two voices belonged to the twin-headed (one side jet black/purple, the other pristine white) wyverness known as, respectively, Voidra and Nova. As you could tell, Voidra was more interested in destruction, while Nova was more in creation, yet they were always in agreement. They both desired the same thing.

“Pipe down!” Aries roared before looking to the opening doors with pride. “They’ll all see what we can do under my leadership. Blood flows as we mark a new path in our destiny!”

“But who’s blood, I wonder?” Libra inquired as Virgo and the Gemini Twins gave a glance to the light pouring into the place…

Team #4: As K or Hawkestone

Kass (and Virgo, if we’re being generous) weren’t the only avian fighters being thrust into this madness. We present to you the adequately named ‘Team Flock’. Given who’s among the chosen company, you’ll soon see why.

“SON OF A VARELSI QUEEN! I’ve wasted so goddamn many of these rockets that it isn’t funny anymore!” The arrogant Peacekeeper Battleborn Aviant known as August Benedict shouted, his rocket launcher smoking after many repeated blasts.

“Perhaps you’re looking at this from the wrong angle.” Now, the alien Jackal Skirmisher known as Doc Thur wasn’t normally like his nomadic pirate-like kind. The armored feathered fiend was more methodical and a pragmatic soul. He aimed his Needler at the hinges of the door and fired, lining the whole place. “Anybody here have great strength?”

“Step aside, boys.” A gruff and confident feminine voice, along with the sound of knuckles cracking, filled the area. Just then, a nude anthropomorphic Owlbear bum-rushed the door, smashing into it and causing it to move…barely an inch. “Ow…fuckin’ nearly broke my arm on that.” Zowlie complained.

Benedict just snorted, blushing a bit at the curvy look of the thick uplifted Owlbear. “I coulda’ done that.” He muttered.

Doc Thur then turned to the other bird in the room. A female decked in Amazonian armor, carrying a long spear, and resembling a hawk. A rather pissed one. “And what might you contribute?”

“I will tell you.” The Skinwalker replied in a low authoritative voice. “I do not care if you follow me or fight me. All that I care about is spreading the WORD. The WORD will be carried, even throughout this wretched realm.”

“Easy there, you fine-looking thing~” Benedict mentally slapped himself, given that he was…kinda married. “Just what is ‘the word’?”

As the doors began to open, a ghost of a smirk grew on the avian’s face. “Have you heard of Raid: Shadow Legends?” Cleopterix asked.

Team #5: Bo Peep the Virgin

As that team had nothing but feathered friends, we now bring you to their feline foes. No, there’s not a team that consists of only mice, but it would have fit in the end.

“Crap, not again!” Catra growled, remembering her last time in the Arena. It was brief and enough to tell her this place had ‘bad news’ written all over it. “Okay! Who’s sane around here?”

“I am, me-meow!” Ankha, another returner, exclaimed, still in her usual garb. “Believe me. I’d rather be anywhere else but here…again, me-meow.”

“Must you do that all the time? It’s getting obnoxious.” Blaze the Cat, the pyromancer from another dimension, said calmly. “While this is my first time in this realm, I can assure you. I have experience dealing with alternate dimensions and such. I’m not much of a leader, though…so…who elects to be leader?”

Catra shrugged, somewhat comfortable to know there were other felid-folk here. It was already looking like a step-up from her last time. “Eh. I’ve been getting better. How about you?” She pointed to the other felid of the bunch. “One living on the free and easy?”

The nude feline skulking in the corner was a demon, actually. One that resembled Zitara Ja Getash in every way but personality. She was also pretty sadistic, but she was a lot more melancholy here. MUCH more. This was the demonic servant of an abusive satanic archetype from another universe…Belladonna.

Freshly resurrected, the demonic felid just turned her head away from everybody else. “Leave me be…all of you. I care not for if I live or die. Just leave me to my own misery.”

“Wow. Talk about a downer, me-meow.” Ankha remarked.

“Ah, great. An angster. Spare me.” Catra sighed. She had her fill of that in her past life anyway.

Team #6: Alesia Featherain

For this particular team, we give you robots! Special robots from two separate universes. These machines usually required a pilot for each one, but these beings had been granted sentience for the purpose of this game. Varying levels, yes, but still enough.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The most sinister out of them all looked like a corrupted version of his namesake. Based on the legendary Gundam…no, wait. It was the other half of the legendary hero himself. A dark version with a cape resembling bat wings, a large spear tail, and carrying a skull-staff. “My chance to rule all…comes again!”

“What?” A miserable sounding robot replied. No introduction was needed. This cycloptic green smaller robot was a Zaku. The Goomba of the Gundam universe. “Oh, whatever you’re gonna say, it won’t matter. We all deactivate someday.”

For that, he got bonked in the head by that staff. “Silence! You will be my dutiful servant as I conquer this game and finally rule the universe! Nothing will stop me! Not even these…animals we have to share the effort with.” He muttered at the two other machines.

These slightly techno-organic machines were known as Zoids. We could talk about the lore about them all day, but that would waste time. The first of which was an upgraded version of the legendary Liger Zero. In this case, the female mech known as Liger Zero Jager. She was prowling around her rival. A past foe that warranted respect and fear.

The Berserk Fury. This white-armored tyrannosaurid Zoid was one equipped with massive power and untapped potential. He and the Liger had their fair share of tussles, but with the strange robot among them, they’d put aside their differences…

…and pounce upon Satan Gundam, if the doors didn’t open first.

Team #7: Rakasha

Luna just sat in her own corner, the beloved Tree of Life knowing full well of Baskerra’s ambiguously evil game. “Demon…was eight moments of this not enough for you?” She wondered, her hands on her lap. Death or life, she would return to her homeland. Back where her family resided.

Eyeing her almost hungrily or in confusion was a large Zinogre, Fulgurbugs buzzing around him as he prowled the whole of the box. He looked itching to get out, this beast, and he looked ready to snap at anybody that dared get too close. For the sake of this story, we’ll call his Gromitz.

I know. The joke’s right there. It worked so well in Monster Hunter Stories 2 anyway.

One anthro among the group, however, couldn’t help but get a good look at the broad muscles and great physique in general of the monster. “Oooh…what do we have here?” Kisha, the famed neon-blue/black furred feline, said with a not-so subtle purr. “Why don’t you stop moving around and just relax? Let me do all the work?”

As this happened and Gromitz snapped a bit at her, something sinister prowled behind Luna before she could get a word in. “Look at them…already stuck in their vices of Wrath and Lust. It’s almost delightful to look upon.” A beast created from demonic forging, Blue Fangs, said.

Luna blinked before looking back at the beast. “Your corruption is not welcome, demon. Your words would have no sway.”

“Are you so sure? I do not seek to corrupt. Only to kill. Dominate. Lay a path for my master. Nothing less than a humble servant.” He replied before raking his claws across the floor. “And it’s already been too long since I’ve felt the life of these fools slip through my claws.”

She would pay him no heed. Just prepare for the one things he hated in life…conflict. Actual conflict where she had to kill. But if she had to unleash her full power to survive and make it back home, so be it.

Team #8: Dr Gemini Belmont II

Through the power of his evil influence, two anthro group members of this team had fallen under the thrall of the lord of darkness himself. The scourge of every land his unholy body stepped forth in. One who’s vengeance spans over centuries and has just begun.

Dracula. The greatest vampire known throughout history. His stern stare looked upon those that had fallen in line, such was his control over all things demonic. At least, when he enticed them with the promise of fresh blood to feast upon.

Vermillion (the gray muscular one) and Serin (the brick-furred sleek one). Two Hellhound redheads that desired nothing but fresh bodies to either mate with and/or suck dry. And that meant multiple things, with blood being among them. “So…when do we start?” Serin asked, the more feisty of the bunch.

“Personally, maybe we should start with the other guy that’s resisting you~” Vermillion suggested in a lower and more collected tone.

Dracula looked to the other resident, which happened to be the Showa Version of Godzilla. He had shown up in this game under his normal and Legendary forms, but this one was just blankly staring and looking to the camera. It would have appeared he just roared, but he really said:

‘Everything about this violates the continuity and is a total misrepresentation of my image! In other words, it’s another film in the franchise as well as an incoming Toho lawsuit.’

Ignoring this, the vampire petted his hands across their muzzles, making them both murr. “Calm yourselves. Your time will come. Spread your evil out and ensure my supreme triumph.” He commanded.

Christopher Lee, he will be missed. This is one of the reasons why.

Team #9: Brasshoof

If there was ever a manifestation of the phrase ‘sore loser’, at least in the context of the Arena, Ridley the space dragon would fit the bill. He stared holes into the door blocking him from the outside, his tail scraping against the floors alongside his claws. His eyes narrowed, as if trying to use his hate itself to melt it away.

“They killed me once…twice…but they won’t get my thrice.” He sniffed the air, suddenly realizing something. “She’s here…again. My old enemy.” He started to smile at that, his horrible toothy grin letting loose a chuckle. “Maybe I might get a worthy fight after all. One ending in my absolute victory.”

“And whom may you be talking to?” Thel’Vadam, the legendary Arbiter himself, asked as he walked towards the space dragon, decked out in his original armor. “You know something. Surely, you do.”

“Me?” Ridley stood up, looking back at his compatriot. “Oh, nothing. Just appreciating how I’m here for the third time. And that anybody that stands in my way is going to find themselves on a violent trip to Hell. No pressure.”

Before the Sangheli warrior could say another word, the other teammate among them, Russian master-thief Hans Gruber, slid across the floor, sporting a broken arm. He gasped in pain as the aftershocks hit him in full force. It also caused the two aliens to slowly turn their heads to what caused that.

Stomping forth was the apex of cybernetics and demonic physiology. Sure, the Dark Lord of his Universe had been slain, but he still remained thanks to Baskerra’s interference. A hulking aberration with plenty of power and skills to tear through entire armies. The legendary and aptly named…Cyberdemon.

And before Thel’Vadam and Ridley could do anything, a swing of the sword generated several blade-beams that sent all three flying through the now open doors.

Team #10: Fayebunny

As per Ridley’s word, Samus Aran was once again among the fighters, with her getting a sinking feeling that familiar evil presence was nearby. She held onto her weapon, her suit failing to activate and leaving her in her Zero Suit for the moment.

“Alert: Hostiles ahead. Arm yourself with anything you can.” A small floating robot spoke to another female among the group. She looked like a blindfolded French maiden armed with a floating greatsword and small sword.

“Very well. I will…protect the human.” 2B stated, displaced from perhaps one of the many timelines of her home universe. She was looking to Samus as she said that.

“I can handle things from here. Don’t worry about it.” Samus said before a red dot appeared over her head, causing her to instinctively back out of the way and arm herself against the possible attacker.

Once more, Skynet had sent a T-800 into the thick of this madness, complete with the same look. “Do not move. Cooperate and your termination will not be imminent. You are useful, so long as-“

“I don’t think so.” A green flash caused the gun the T-800 was carrying to fall into pieces. That Z-Saber came from the legendary Maverick Hunter himself, Zero. The successor to Megaman had his Z-Buster also armed and ready to take his head off. “No matter the universe, I’ll do what I can to keep you renegade robots from harming anybody else!”

“I swear, I met somebody like you a while ago.” Samus commented.

“I have officially stopped trying to understand everything else that has happened. Perhaps it is because I am also used to this?” 2B wondered, her large sword ready to crash down on the Skynet-made bot. Maybe it had something to do with that Soul Calibur incident?

Team #11: Ebirah Mariana

Once more, Ebirah had let loose some creations of her own. Only this time, they came in the form of some VERY well-endowed canines. Three she-males and one male. The male being the legendary Anubis himself. Or, at least, an alternate version with the title of ‘Risen’ in his title.

And he was also a genocidal conquering DICKHEAD version of him. “Which one of you will bow down first?!” He snarled, his staff clenched and black flames erupting from it. His muscle-bound body flexed at the promise of taking the others out. Their own personalities weren’t very accommodating.

The most bizarre out of them was a buff Cerberus-type anthro. One with a throbbing exposed knot and large balls. Her gray/black fur bristled as her collared heads bit at him and even breathed a few plumes of flame. Kerbix the Wrecker, they called her (not them, considering they shared one voice/one mind).

Her three tails slammed to the ground as she flexed her claws. “Just try it, bitch. Before you know it, you’ll be collared to my cock! If you’re lucky.” She snarled. Her right head just gave a disapproving frown while the left head cackled, clearly enjoying this. It appeared they were extensions of her personality.

The other two in the room were twins. Alternate version of the Legendary Pokemon of two rather disappointing entries in the franchise (not totally, but c’mon, we noticed the cracks very quickly). Zamazenta and Zacian were the original names of these wolves, but they went by different names: the shield-headed Aegis and the sword-bearing Durandal.

Aegis glowered at those before her, being the shortest and most short-tempered out of the duo. Her large, knotted cock throbbed against her twin’s as they smelled the amount of musk permeating the room. “Idiots. All of them.” She muttered.

“Calm yourself.” Durandal patted her shoulder, standing tall and with her sword clenched in her teeth. “Our time will come. We just have to wait. Then, all the bitches will be ours.”

Clearly, this was an alliance built to last.

Team #12: Rosie Loya

Finally, we bring you to another batch of misfits, starting with a displaced Autobot. Yeah. No more Decepticons for this match-up. We bring you a member of the ragtag resistance that once hailed on Cybetron. “Alright. What do we got here? Give me something to aim at and we’ll be good.” The trigger-happy rotund Autobot ex-Wrecker, Hound, said, arming himself with his Cyber-Shotgun.

“Really? Transformers? That’s so 2007.” A human figure, draped in a black cloak and wearing a mask evocative of the famous ‘Scream’ painting, derided. Nobody would know who was taking up the mantle of Ghostface for this guy, but we might find out if he makes it. “Give me the real shit!”

“You got a problem with me, little guy?” Hound gruffly turned to him, before noticing the other more silent masked human in the room. This one was distinctive due to the strange pale white stoic mask he was wearing. Holding a large knife, he just stared at them all, with no feeling in his eyes.

Just pure evil. “Holy shit! The legend himself! Michael Meyers! Big fan of your work!” Ghostface exclaimed, before immediately getting behind Hound’s leg. “And this is the part where I keep my distance. There’s no reasoning with him.”

Hound would have nudged the strange, masked man, wondering if he was broken or something, before a swirling tornado of green and red moved past him and knocked everybody onto their feet. “What in the Pit?!” Hound exclaimed before the newcomer finally slowed down.

Dressed in a tacky suit and wearing a positively MANIC skull-like mask, the new one let out a laugh before grinning sadistically. “SMMMMMOKIN’!” The legendary Bighead-I mean, Mask exclaimed. “Now, who’s up for a good ol’ one-two?” His fists transformed into spiked boxing gloves, extending outwards with one managing to punch a hole through the door.

As the others stared in silence at him, Michael felt a strange twinge of fear looking upon this…thing. Something not natural. Maybe with as much bloodlust…

The Center…

Basky finished wrapping that all up, dusting off her claws. “And now, the photos, because we need our damn proof, right?”

(The Following Images are in the original link because of technical reasons)

“Without further ado…” Basky prepared to press a button, leaping back onto a flying platform as the dragon-skull opened, revealing a multitude of stuff that could be useful for the coming Bloodbath. “It has begun! In three…

…two…

….ONE! LET THE SLAUGHTER BEGIN!”

PART 2: The Bloodbath

(Battle 2 (Final Fantasy: Mystic Quest) Metal Remix-Stone McKnuckle)

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UiBS_JGqy2Q    

Right as the doors opened, Ira smashed through the partially opened one, roaring out as the whole place erupted into the expected chaos. “It has begun! The Space Warriors make their stand!” Ed proclaimed as he held onto the dinosaur’s tail, only to be swatted aside.

Sakaki ran under the beast’s legs, trying to follow Rachael’s lead. “Just stick with me!” She told the human. “Try to stop petting me and-GURK!” The first casualty of this match happened to be the Bombay cat, as a spear made of congealed blood slammed through her neck, causing her to fall dead on the ground.

Sakaki fell onto her back, looking in horror as the once soft fur of her companion became caked in her blood, which drained from the body and went all the way to none other than Vermillion. The Hellhound stared down the human, grinning. “First blood…and you’re neck, sexy~”

“LOOK OUT BELOOOOOOW!” Above the entire place, a bunch of meteors bearing the likeness of the Mask started raining down, laughing all the way as they slammed into the ground.

“Oh, fuck this!” Vermillion joined Serin as they fled the scene, hoping to seek out new victims when this was done. All for their new master, Dracula. We’ll get to him later here.

For now, Sakaki got back on her feet, breathing heavily as she tried to concentrate, the meteors nearly bringing Benedict out of the sky and forcing 2B to go on the defensive. “Come on! We will avenge our fallen comrade soon!” Ed shouted as he grabbed Sakaki’s hand, bringing her on top of the fleeing Ira.

Catra was running under the radar, watching as Zowlie helped Benedict onto his feet, both they and the others of Team Flock taking the time to escape, with Doc Thur returning cover fire. Focusing on trying not to get killed in the crossfire, she made for the center and managed to get ingredients for a Molotov at the very least.

She found herself having to hide in the supply area when the Gemini Dragon landed right there, also grabbing a few things. “And in the advent of fire…” Voidra began.

“…comes the promise of new life!” Nova finished, her tail slamming various supplies everywhere before taking to the air again.

Zero rushed through the battlefield, before noticing 2B had been knocked out by a shockwave from one of the Mask meteors. “Samus! We’ve got one down!”

“I know! You two go on right ahead! I’ll follow!” She shouted as she attempted to shoot Ridley out of the sky or, at least, latch onto his tail.

The Space Dragon charged up a plasma beam, only to notice something above him. “Hey! Watch your head, bitch!” He laughed before flying off into the distance. Behind him were a hail of hammers that seemingly came out of nowhere.

“YIKES, ME-MEOW!” Ankha shouted, nearly getting hit in the rain of building tools. As for Samus, they also missed her.

“Not while I’m still-“ SLAM! A massive hammer fell onto the bounty hunter, crushing her into nothing but a comical imprint on the ground.

Ankha winced at such a sight, before being grabbed by Blaze. “Come! There is no time to lose! It’s coming!” She cried out, obviously afraid of something.

That being a poster of “Sonic 06: The Sequel…it could happen” being held by Kisha. “Heh. It helps to know your gaming history-WHOA!” Her tail was snagged by Gromitz, as the large Zinogre rampaged to get out of there as fast as possible.

Blue Fangs just casually strolled through the battlefield, uncaring of what was happening around him. He didn’t even care when Michael Meyers strolled past him and the Cyberdemon broke through several District Boxes in a mad dash to get away and cause as much destruction as possible. “So it goes.”

Ghostface, however, had found himself a firework, aiming it at a fleeing Hans Gruber. “Guy sure can run when he wants to.” He said before Luna stepped forth. “What do you want, furfag?”

“I’m sorry. What did you call me?” Luna asked, curious, but unaware that, by accident, the killer had lit more than one firework with the fuse of his current one. Several of which were under her skirt. “Oh…this might hurt.”

The movie-obsessed killer also realized his mistake, his firework suddenly having its fuse go off. “Ah, shi-“ BOOM! With that, Luna and Ghostface were propelled through the air, with only Luna finding out a way to land daintily. The human had to content with landing face-first into far-away mud.

Godzilla fired his atomic breath at all, scattering many and even causing Virgo to have to fly out of there, her wings nearly being caught in the blast. He let out a mighty roar, raising his arms up and basking in how they ran away from him…before a large mace swung down and crushed his skull in one blow, causing him to keel over, dead.

“I…I did that!” Zaku shouted, standing atop the corpse of the slightly weaker-than-normal version of the kaiju. “Did you see that, guys?! I actually managed to kill someone!”

Alas, the other mechs were too busy doing their own thing. The Berserk Fury had carved a path out of the place by using his extra mechanical limbs to cause mini-tornados of electricity and sheer power, his roar echoing across the place. “How the frag does it do that?!” Hound shouted as many random haybales flew into his face, covering him in blinding hay while he tried to get a clear shot.

The Liger Zero Jager was just running circles around all, even managing to stomp on Risen Anubis’ head, knocking him out cold. However, her bladed tail accidentally sliced through half of a hapless Avery’s head. “Goodness!” Kass cried out, horrified.

“Normally, facing an entire army would not deter me…but we must think smart!” Ajani shouted, before a plume of flame nearly incinerated his mane and actually managed to nearly strike a fleeing Dracula, whom was in bat form the whole time.

Wandering into the place was a massive brown Tarantula, hailing from a forgotten Stooges film of 1959. It also had the ability to breath fire, roaring as it spread the intense Venusian flames. “That’s it! This is no longer sexy! I want out!” Keiran panicked, the dead body of Avery and the mayhem around him too much to handle.

“No, wait!” Kass shouted, but the ram boi was already gone.

Oh, and as for Satan Gundam, Zaku’s other so-called companion, he was facing down Aegis. “You would do well to not stand in my way. I have crushed many fools like you before.” She stood her ground, a Moonblast charging up in her claws. “I’m Level 100. You?”

The evil mech just laughed as he raised his staff. “Power levels are foolish ways to reassure yourself. Let my strength do the talking!” He slammed his staff down, causing a hail of lightning bolts to crash down around himself. It ruined Aegis’ aim, but she remained confident.

“That’s? A means of escape? My defense is unbeatable. There is no way you’ve got anything that-“ She didn’t get to finish that sentence, as the legendary Crazy Hamburger had been thrown by Satan Gundam through the bolts, slamming into her face and shatter her shield-like protrusions, her head obliterated by the sheer stench and power of it all.

The body of Aegis fell to the ground, cock deflating as Durandal looked on. “WHAT?! But…how…how dare you?! We were supposed to win this together! YOU BITCH! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME?!” She snarled before a random Great Jaggi leaped at her from behind and tried to bite down on her neck.

Furious beyond measure, she turned around, slammed the beast into the ground, and sliced off its head with one swing. She tried to go after the machine, but when the bolts cleared, he was gone. “Hahahahaha! Your power meant nothing in the end!” His voice lingered, while she raced forth, ignoring everything else.

Back with Tracy, he hid behind the supplies in the center, panting and hoping nobody would find him. “You there.” The T-800 was staring him down, causing him to nearly piss himself in fear. “Leave. This belongs to me.”

“Um….yes sir!” He nodded quickly, before a large claw burst through the pile of meat-related food, pulling Tracy through to the foe’s mercy.

As for the T-800, a set of volcanic jaws clamped down on his frontal half, tearing it off, even as he unloaded his weapon into his attacker. It was Aries, whom slammed the torn half down, his robotic endoskeleton revealed as the flesh had been burned off. “These resources are OURS!” She roared before shrugging off the bullets and SLAMMING her front claw onto his head, offlining him.

“Must you be so rough?” Libra asked, before whipping out an asset of her own that she had found. “Watch closely…as I bring judgement upon the one who struck me earlier!” She aimed her gaze at Thel’Vadam, whom had stabbed her in the hip with an energy sword in the middle of this fracas.

The Sangheli warrior prepared to seek cover, but then Libra threw the asset at him. It was a small staff-like statue in the form of a serpent. Not just any serpent, though. A Basilisk. One that looked him in the eye. “What?! Nooooo!” He roared, his entire body turning into stone. Normally, this was a temporary status…

…but Libra smashed her tail into the statue, killing him. “Now, who’s being rough? Even my method was quicker.” Aries argued.

“But mine is less messy. Show some more control.” Libra chastised before the scales above her tipped back and forth, unable to determine if this was all lawful or not.

As for Tracy, he was thrown to the ground by his attacker, which happened to be Kerbex. “Well…you certainly look like a treat~” She licked her chops, her right head glaring while her left head outright slobbered. “Sorry about this, but this’ll be the last time you feel good.”

The ram-boi was in awe of that knotted cock throbbing above him, the musk hitting his senses hard. “Well…I’m really flattered and I don’t mind a big dick, but I’m more into du-MMPH!” He cried out when that cock was rammed into his mouth. While his ass had taken a lot of punishment in the past, a cock of this size was torture for his dainty maw.

Growling, Kerbex used her triple tails to grab that lower half and squeeze hard, lifting it up as she pounded her cock into that sweet mouth. “Good lips there…I think I might let you live a bit longer…” She huffed, continuing to ram her cock into that throat until her knot was pushing that jaw to its limit.

Tracy wept, his cock shooting pathetic spurts as he was dicked down into oblivion. Those tails were getting tighter…so was the cock getting wider in him. However, as he felt that thing obliterate and reshape that throat, a loud SNAP was heard, his lifeless body falling dead off of that cock.

Kerbex noticed her mistake. Her tails had squeezed him too hard, breaking his spine. “Ah, shit. Better luck next time.” She supposed, all heads showing their disapproval in their own way.

At the end of it all, Belladonna walked out of the District Box, sighing before she got a look at what was around her. “Hmm…in another life, I’d be rather pleased to be a part of this.”

“Hey, quit being a Debbie-downer because your sempai didn’t notice you-“ SLAM! The monitor that Basky spoke through was destroyed with a well-placed Roseslash.

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PART 3: The First Day

Belladonna walked through the woods, not even bothering to jump through them or take on human form. She didn’t have the heart to do it. Even the joy of once more being active in the mortal realm was lost on her. She was finally alone in a barren patch of land.

Looking left to right, she suddenly fell onto her knees and began to weep bitterly. “I…I gave everything for you…my very life…all that I could have been…and yet…you spurned me…called me a worthless pawn after I lost to the mortals that eventually claimed you…was I ever such a fool to ever trust my own heart?”

For those that know, she had done all the evil in her life, even past the point of self-preservation, just to please the Dark Lord of her realm of Mavolia. Nothing she did could ever please and him, despite being the best love martyr she could be, nothing was enough. Baskerra had played a nasty trick on her by revealing to her, upon resurrecting her, the extent of just how much the Dark Lord thought of her as TRASH.

Worst of all, it left her with one simple feeling…what to do after this? If she wished for the Dark Lord to come back to life and love her, it wouldn’t feel natural. Not at all. So, she was lost. Even the promise of ultimate power was paltry compared to her broken heart. Then again…she had a thought of venting her anger on her foes here.

Maybe there were SOME benefits to being forced into this fracas.

The Mask had also reformed somewhere far from the chaos of earlier, but it was on a raft in the middle of nowhere. Looking left to right, he cast a fishing rod and pulled in, all the way from the land ahead, Michael Meyers. “Heya’, handsome! Halloween just came early…like your funeral.” He whipped two pistols that fired into existence several missile launchers. “PENIS METAPHOR!”

Silent as ever, though feeling the supernatural energy of the other being, Michael rushed towards him, avoiding the missiles and stabbing his knife straight through the head, causing blood to gush everywhere…only to form another Mask head that landed on the raft and bit his enemy’s leg hard. “I’ll bite your legs off!”

In fact, the Mask swung his leg up to smash into Meyer’s groin…but nothing happened. Instead, Michael stomped his foot on that leg, breaking it while smashing his knife over and over into the man. It seemed like all that remained of his foe was nothing but splatter…

…but then Michael had his shoulder tapped by the Mask, good and new, but still without his head. Actually, he was using his head as bait for his rod. “Think I caught something!” The mangled remains of the Mask’s original head exclaimed, before something large emerged up from the depths.

A relic from 1979, this oversized razor-toothed Hyneria smashed into the raft, the Mask’s head firmly in its jaws before it slammed to where Michael and the ruined body were. Growing his head back and whipping out a jet-ski, the maniacal one laughed as he left the scene. “Enjoy sleeping with the fishes! WHO’S NEXT?!”

As for the serial killer, his body was dragged under the waves, his hand losing his grip on his knife as the monster ripped and tore through his body, ending the threat of the seemingly invincible one and leaving that mask to float to the surface of the water.

Per the usual, aphrodisiac hung in the air, but it was affecting everybody differently at first. For Cleopterix, she was clutching her spear and repeating the same thing over and over again. “My faith keeps me strong, my faith keeps me strong…”

“Will you knock that off? Swear, you’re gonna make me do it!” Benedict shouted. “Some of us are actually doin’ things!”

That caused the Skinwalker champion to slam her weapon down. “And yet, you refuse to hear the good word of Raid: Shadow Legends! An innovative game that-“

“Nobody cares! I mean, lord, I’m the one finding food right now.” Zowlie said, hands on her hips. Her breasts were now lactating milk and the nubs of bull horns were growing on her forehead. “What? That milk tasted hella’ good, if you ask me.”

Doc Thur was standing on a rock, looking for potential people to shoot from afar and grant him an advantage, but he noticed something. “Benedict…what exactly are you doing?”

“Who, me?” The Aviant turned to him, trying to ignore the curvy nudity of the Owlbear. “Just makin’ a deal with this here demon to tell me what really happened to the love of my life. Nothin’ much.” He said as he turned back to Blue Fangs, whom he patched up at request. “So, I just gotta sign right here…”

“With your very soul~” Blue Fangs said, grabbing the attention of the others.

“AWAY, DEMON!” Cleopterix fired several of her feathers at the beast, hitting him in the head and causing him to jump up a tree.

“When I return, I shall bring others. Be certain of that!” He snarled before gliding away, almost fading into the shadows.

Benedict blinked before looking at his less-than pleased compatriots. “What? WHAT?!”

Luna had also woken up from that fireworks incident, dusting herself off and feeling that aphrodisiac as well, but she had enough discipline to shrug it off. She just fanned out her robes and went into the underbrush. “So much life…wasted on this bloodsport. The lengths some will go…” She sighed.

Ghostface just laid there, still smoldering and getting slightly horny thanks to that stuff. “Little help…don’t think I can feel my legs…shit, I’m supposed to be scary…”

Hound, in his Oshkosh Defense FMTV truck mode, rolled up, struggling to keep from acting on whatever was filling his processor. “Just get in. Try not to stab any of the soft bits.” He gruffly replied before the man weakly dragged himself inside, pride utterly wounded.

Somewhere along the line, Ira had thrown Ed and Sakaki off, doing his own thing by roaming the woods, though a scratch from a Megalodon tooth caused his tail to become more shark-like, complete with his back getting a fin. Maybe that would fix his swimming problem?

Either way, Ed and Sakaki were all alone in the woods. All the schoolgirl could do was curl up and hide her head in her knees, unable to forget what she saw. She didn’t say a single word, but then she felt Ed hug her tight. “Ah!” She gasped, not used to forward advances like this. Especially not from boys.

But rather than unwanted attention, despite the aphrodisiac in the air, she could feel nothing but good-natured warmth and care from the other person. “There, there…a Super Warrior will never leave his friends behind. Our friend may have fallen, but she will be avenged!”

Feeling oddly safe in the arms of this strange guy, she turned to him. “That’s very kind of you. I hope I can do all I can as well.” Instead of standing up and continuing, she couldn’t help but nuzzle further into that chest. Maybe it WAS the gas at work there. “This feels…nice.”

Her experience with boys was nil, having never really cared for that sort of thing. It didn’t help that boys were rather terrified of her back at her school due to her height and the rumors circulating. For a first like this…it wasn’t so bad. Likewise, Ed felt warmth hit his cheeks, but he still kept hugging her. No matter how tight he got, she withstood it.

Finally, in terms of the aphrodisiac, there was also the Liber Zero Jager, which was countering it as if it were a virus. She was a lone soul, just running across the land without much of a plan. That went double for the lone Berserk Fury, which nearly crushed a passing Arthropleura. The very same one from last episode. He also just kept wandering in search of a challenge.

Kerbex was grumbling angrily to herself, thinking on how she had a perfectly good fuck-boi in her claws and she let it slip because she couldn’t control her strength. “They just aren’t equipped for me, these days.” She supposed. “Wonder if the others are having a good time while I’m dealing with THIS bullshit!”

Said bullshit was a Gendrome and some Genprey harassing her, only to meet their ends by her tails, fire breath, or just snapping their necks with their claws. At least they made for good stress toys in the end.

As for her other ‘teammates, but not really’, Risen Anubis was etching hieroglyphics into the trees, creating threatening messages and even a few mystics traps everywhere. “They’ll all see my glory in due time. They’re just too stupid to see it now. All I have to do…is wait.” He proudly stated.

Durandal, still chasing after her sister’s killer, had noticed these warnings, but she just used her sword to slice through them in one slash. “Seriously. You can’t trust false deities.”

There was also another happening that was visited upon multiple people at the same time. It would have started with Voidra and Nova, but they don’t wear clothes so that’s out of the question. As a matter of fact, let’s check with the four dragons so far.

“Can you believe that?!” Libra shouted, her scales dipping in the wrong way. “They cancel me on Twitter simply because I took out that fool of an alien?! This ‘cancel culture’ is not justice!”

“Nobody…

“…cares.” Voidra and Nova didn’t seem ready to put up with that shit right now.

Aries, the one leading them, was a bit busy with something. Her gaze was transfixed on a small creature in their way. A little goat-like creature called a Shinehorn. It let out a cute bleat, causing the dragoness to clear her throat. “Must…resist urge…to hug…”

“Why not embrace your feelings? I mean, not in your usual way, which is kind of abrasive and loud, but you know!” Virgo exclaimed, flying above before losing course. “Whoops! Head in the clouds again!” Crashing into the trees, the other three Celestial dragons heard something more than just wood cracking.

Virgo, in her collision, had accidentally crashed into a sneaking Catra, the lion-like gal twitching and moaning with the dragoness’ body smashed into her body. “What…did you just do?” Libra face-palmed.

“Um…a thing?” Virgo winced at what she had done, before firing a plume of white flame at the body, putting Catra out of her misery. “Sorry! Won’t happen again! I think.”

Back to that mentioned event at hand. It had come over Kisha and Gromitz, even though the Zinogre was more focused on going at it alone. “Stop running…so fast…you little…” Kisha huffed, now suddenly donned in pasties and long fishnet stockings. “Okay, this feels somewhat better.”

The Zinogre, on the other hand, had been forced to wear a banana hammock. Something he would stop in his run occasionally to try and nip off. It was starting to chafe, after all!

This new clothes thing was more evident with Ajani, as he traveled with Kass. He was now sporting just a loincloth, causing his Ruto companion to blush faintly at the easy-to-see bulge there. “Hm. I feel oddly at peace like this.” The Planeswalker admitted, testing the strength of the cloth and nearly revealing the goods.

However, as Kass struggled not to look, something rustled within the bushes. Serin emerged on a wicked motorcycle (typical Hell’s Angels material) in a plume of hellfire that blinded Ajani briefly. “Heads up!” She extended her claws as she drove towards a shocked Kass and swung…

…only for that to break her arm, her claws wrecked. “What was that?” Kass wondered, feeling only slightly scuffed along his chest. Behind him, the out-of-control Serin screamed in fury and pain before she lost course and crashed into a tree, the resulting explosion taking her out.

Ajani regained his sight with a snarl before realizing what went down. “It’s…probably nothing. Except maybe a sign that you’re more durable than you look.”

“Well, I do try.” Kass assured.

Everybody else was going it alone in some capacity, except for Zaku and Satan Gundam. “Now, loyal servant, what have you found?” The evil side of Gundam asked.

The grunt came to him, sporting some small robotic cat ears and a tail, obviously peeved. That Basky Bug worked to SOME extent on him. “I welcome deactivation.” He muttered before clearing his throat. “Anyway, boss, I found this!” He whipped out a massive golden chest-plate, with the distorted face of Gundam itself carved onto it.

“Hmmm…it does befit my evil nature to wear this corruptive piece…very well! All shall belong to me soon anyway.” He exclaimed before equipping it. It felt tight around his chest, but he felt no arousal. This being of pure evil and malice…all he cared about was the power that came with it, no matter how garish it was.

While that was going on, Zero was carrying an unconscious 2B, her weapons having been stolen by a passing pair of Diictodons that frequented this Arena. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you patched up in no time. Just hang in there.”

He was suddenly intercepted by another prehistoric threat this place had to offer. That being the threat of a pair of Titanis. In other words, Terror Birds. These giant flightless but powerful beasts were eager to get their beaks around some meat, squawking threateningly. “I don’t have to put up with this!” Zero activated his boosters, increasing his speed.

Just in time, too. Ridley swooped in, breathing a mass of plasma-flame against the ground and incinerating the attacking predators, turning them into a good feast. As he fed upon his quarry, he saw Zero leap away. “Run. You won’t get far.” He smirked.

Speaking of Ridley’s team, how was Hans Gruber handling this? Well, the man was stuck in a marsh, but he was thankful to see the Cyberdemon that had rampaged so often was trying to doze off in that same area, having spent a lot of energy. “That’s it…good monstrosity…you just stay right-“

A horrible guttural noise echoed across the swamp, for another terror of 1979 had come, but it was far cheaper and less threatening. It was a tall dark-scaled crawfish like abomination from the nearby bog, burbling and walking around clumsily. “Fine. Time to establish the pecking order in this madhouse.” He muttered before whipping out his pistol and putting the beast down with several shots.

Oh! There was another affected by the aphrodisiac. Ankha, also affected, played with herself against a tree, thinking she was safe. “Olivia…me-meow…” She thought to her GF back at home, remembering how sensual that particular feline was.

Her still-alive/active partner, Blaze, was busying herself with traveling across the land, using her speed to make traversing the land easier. However, from the shores of one of the locations she was traveling across, someone or something was watching.

Emerging from the water was what looked like a stoic zombie-like figure, one with clammy skin and torn wet clothes. But the most distinguishing features were a near-bald head, goggles affixed to the eyes, and an SS symbol with some words in German below that translated to “Death Corp”.

THEY…had risen. More monsters (this time, inside and out) brought in by Basky’s mad ambition.

Part 4: The First Night

Right as the night for all began, Nova and Voidra were also noticing how they both got cancelled on Twitter for nearly crushing Catra in the start (oddly enough, nobody was talking about Virgo’s fuck-up). “Heedless internet politics…” Nova began.

“…are nothing before the next big thing.” Voidra finished, knowing full well that this sort of thing came and went.

“Hey, guys. What am I supposed to do with this? It just fell before me and I feel a mixture of being insulted and flattered.” Virgo lifted a large loin-cloth to the Gemini dragoness. “I think it’s for sex appeal, but they should know I’m not exactly seeking anybody.”

“NONE of us are. For we cannot create…” Nova stated plainly.

“…only destroy and THEN create! That doesn’t translate well to a good time.” Voidra shook her head. “Wait, where are the other two?”

“I was gonna ask the same thing.” Virgo said, before a red light exploded behind them, Aries’ laughter echoing. “Oh. Of course. Why not?” Even a passing Risen Anubis noticed that explosion, but he just went away, going back to his nightly fapping session.

Back with Aries, the dragoness presided over Hound’s weakened body, the both of them over a cliff on the edge of the forest. “Surrender! For if I could beat you by my lonesome, wait until I get out my pals to finish the job!”

“Nngh…you only got me because you hit me from the back. Cheap move, if ya’ ask me.” Hound spat, before using his ‘cigar’ to blast some buckshot into Aries’ eye, nearly blinding her. “More where that came from!”

“Oh, that is it!” She roared before slamming him right in the head, sending him stumbling off of the cliff. “Now, then…onto bragging about my victory and how I’ll be the one that leads us to ultimate victory…”

However, Hound didn’t die when he tumbled off that cliff. His round chassis struck the edge of the cliff, allowing him to roll all the way down. He was damaged, but alive. “Ain’t nobody gonna call me fatso as an insult after that.” He chuckled before dusting himself off and reloading his Cyber-Shotgun. “Got a few special bullets for that overgrown snake.”

There was plenty of other moments where sleep was an option. Luna was meditating along a grove she found, feeling its energy seep into her, while Doc Thur was snoozing away, having spent the entire day guarding and nothing else. Benedict also slept, but he snored so loudly that Zowlie had to walk away to get a better place to rest.

Cleopterix watched over all, residing on a large branch as she glowered. “Fools…they refuse to hear the word of Raid: Shadow Legends. They call me annoying…preachy…foolish…well, they shall have no choice when I gain my wish. Mark my words.” She said, not wanting to think of what would happen if she failed in her crusade.

Blue Fangs was busying himself with drawing symbols into the rock of several structures, hoping to call upon his brethren, while Gromitz continued through the night without sleeping, seeking food or escape or anything at all. Satan Gundam was covered in his cape, recharging and absorbing the power from his new armor, while Zaku went into recharging to not look upon how he had been cancelled on Twitter for ‘political incorrectness’.

Hans had drunk enough coffee to end the heartrate of even the toughest of souls, not wanting to be jumped again, while the Cyberdemon growled as his attempts to make a fire just made several craters in the ground. Still, wanton slaughter would have to wait while his systems adjusted to the loss of the Dark Lord.

Ira wandered through the woods, just barely passing by a slumbering Durandal, when he heard an odd jaunty noise. Poking his head through the underbrush, he saw, on a sandy wharf in the distance, a large carnival tent with lights pouring out, but it was no jolly circus. It was gray and lifeless, with strange zombie-like figures dancing inside the tent.

These figures had sunken-in eyes and horrible grim smiles, dancing with each-other and seemingly representing all whom had been slain before in this area. The dinosaur shook his head, shaking off the influence of this Carnival of Souls.

Kerbex capped off her own sleep by drinking some air-dropped cum, finding the taste of bitch-milk to be quite nice, while Ankha tried to sleep by humming one of K.K Slider’s tunes in her sleep. Even the savage and vengeful Ridley couldn’t help but focus his efforts on looking to the moon before rest, thinking of just bringing the entire Space Pirate armada to wipe the surface of this Arena clean with bombs and what-not.

Kass was peacefully resting against a tree, content in knowing Ajani was on lookout. However, he felt something…wet against his crotch. Something long and thick and-CLENCH! His eyes widened and he let out a surprised squawk at the tightness around his bulge. It vanished but left him with a slight neon puddle around there. “Oh, not again…”

Kisha hopped through the woods, happy at the taste she had gotten. “Give it time, stud. I’ll be experiencing the real thing soon~” She purred before peering through the underbrush to see what the commotion was up ahead. “What do we have here?”

There was Ghostface, punched into the ground by Zowlie after he had attempted to stab her in the neck. “The hell were you thinking, trying to take me on solo? You know I don’t let just any human in a mask stab me…no, wait. That doesn’t work.” The sassy Owlbear said.

“Stupid bird bitch…I’m gonna carve you up and make you my Thanksgiving dinner!” Ghostface shouted, enraged, but then he noticed a thumping sound in the distance. It was getting louder…until he saw a whole group of gigantic bunny rabbits storming across the barren path. “SERIOUSLY, BASKERRA?! Night of the Lepus?! That was the best movie you could integrate?!”

“Nope. Goin’ back to sleep. You’re on your own.” Zowlie threw up her claws.

“Hey, you get back-GUH!” The killer was knocked onto his back by one of those mutated rabbits, the lepus roaring in his face as it prepared to dig its claws and teeth into him. “SHIT! This isn’t how I’m supposed to die!” His screams continued as he was ripped into bloody pieces by the beasts of the 70s.

And speaking of forgotten B-movie monsters, the Berserk Fury was engaged in battle with Blaze, but she had already used her power and speed to tear off his extra limbs on his back. Her hands were still smoking as she was nearly fried by a maser from his maw, his tail quickly slashing through her own tail.

“GHK! Ruthless brute!” She growled, the fire in her hands increasing in intensity. However, she noticed another presence was among the tall grass they were fighting in. Something truly evil and coming in hot from behind the metallic beast before her.

Yes, the Berserk Fury was mighty, but this was the Arena. One wrong move and it would be all over for even the most powerful of beings. And the Zoid would soon feel himself have one head less as a rabid-looking human in a torn shirt and pants had slashed across the neck. This werewolf-like thing was the Beast of the Yellow Night, Satan’s hapless possessed man!

“Out of my sight.” Blaze said plainly before zooming towards the snarling man-thing, the Berserk Fury falling at the exact same time she buried her fiery fist into that demon’s chest and fired a blast, sending the upper half into the barrier, zapping it instantly.

A few more hours into the night, the Liger Zero Jager would come across the dead body, stare at it for a moment, and continue running. A true sign that things weren’t safe at all here.

The Mask, while this was going down, was peacefully sleeping in a hammock he tied between a pile of bodies that were left behind. At least ten of the fighters were dead, so he had no trouble doing that. ‘Destroy all you want…ravage all you see…it won’t change that the one behind that mask is SCREAMING for death…’ A sinister voice spoke within his skull.

But instead of succumbing to being shown his vice, the Mask just literally turned the volume down on that, cuddling with a teddy bear instead.

In another portion of the Arena, a storm had erupted, with heavy rain falling down upon the woods and even breaking some trees with the sheer number of winds. “We’ll be safe here.” Zero said as he helped 2B into the closest cave. He was the first to take notice that there was already a fire in there.

“Hi, guys!” Ed waved, having already set up a campfire inside alongside Sakaki. He held a stick over the fire, trying to roast a pinecone into perfection. Sakaki didn’t seem to mind eating one as well, but she took notice of the newcomers.

“We mean no harm. We just want to rest.” She said plainly, not finding the new company threatening (though she inwardly wondered why the other gal that came in looked like a maid).

Zero didn’t really feel the urge to whip out any of his weaponry. One of the residents here looked like a total doofus and the other seemed like an ordinary human. “Alright. We mean no harm either. We’ll just recharge and be on our way.”

“Correct.” 2B got out. “We do not harm humans.”

“And the Super Warrior’s adventure continues without fail, with a robot bounty hunter and his fair maiden joining his party.” Ed said before munching on a pinecone again. “Needs salt.”

Something we neglected to mention was how Ajani was doing with his lookout. Well, to learn what came out of that, we bring you to Belladonna. The demon was still moving through the woods, without much purpose as usual. However, her claws looked freshly used. She had gotten into a scuffle with a strange sort of creature that had appeared in this Arena several times before.

The horrible mushroom people threat of Matango, that’s what. She had no problem getting out of there when she sensed the presence of corruption behind her, but Ajani was not so lucky. “GMMmph…mmmppph…” The leonid warrior had been stripped naked, held back by three of the mushroom people, with the one in the middle shoving its cock into his ass.

The bulbous appendage, with each thrust, filled him with spores, causing fungal growths to appear all over his torso, especially around the nipples. His pecs filled up with strange fluids that made him grow more growths along his legs and head, one growing around his eyes. His mouth hung open, slowly closing up with web-like strands of his new skin.

The Matango all chuckled their signature chuckle as they started to spread their spores all over his body, rubbing along his leaking mushroom nipples and eventually just resting atop him, allowing him to become a possible Matango nest…one that Basky would eventually zap to nothing with her barrier. Can’t let THAT get out of hand.

As the night became darker, we bring you to Dracula himself, who presided over the desolate landscape of Yucca Flats, another area replicated into this Arena. He turned to Vermillion, who had returned to him. “So…your partner is dead?”

“Yeah. Picked the wrong fight, I guess.” The blood-manipulating Hellhound growled before smiling. “But where she failed…” She had been dragging something large behind her this whole time. Dragging it some more, she revealed the oil-coated body of Libra, dead after having choked on her own blood and the random oil she had been dunked into (Blame BP for dumping that oil into the Arena).

“Ah. Good. One less fool to deal with. Slaughter more. Feed me all you find.” Dracula commanded softly before turning into a bat, flying away into the sinister night.

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Part 5: The Second Day

Of course, Hans luck didn’t last long, for right the moment he woke up, he was uppercut into the air by Doc Thur. Sputtering, he scrambled to his feet, only to have his chest pinned by the Skirmisher. “FINISH HIM!” Basky’s voice called out.

“Wait…wait…I’m unarmed!” Hans shouted, lying through his teeth, but putting on his best acting to fool the alien.

“Oh…I see.” The Kig-Yar turned his head as if in shame…before shoving his Needler into Hans’ mouth. “Then you made this easier than it had to be.” With a pull of the trigger, several crystals even into that head, while he hopped up and down on that chest, caving it in.

Cleopterix flew next to him, looking upon that the Skirmisher had done. “The zeal of what you do is…almost admirable, as it is brutal. But why bask in this when you can bask in the amazing graphics of Raid?”

“What? Those that look like something that came before the Wii?” Doc Thurr plainly replied, dusting off his weapon. Before she could let out a retort, a hideous roar echoed through the place, capped off by having another Bog crawfish thing being thrown through several trees, crushed into nothing. “We should be going.”

Cleopterix looked to the distance, seeing the Cyberdemon briefly. “Someday, but not today.”

Zowlie was having her own problems, as she looked around to where her team had went off to. “Hello? I take my eyes off of y’all for one second…you all know I’m kinda-sorta nocturnal!” She pinched one of her nipples, leaking spurting out to give herself a drink. “Least I can do this now.”

“It’ll be more than just milk that flows~” A sultry tone spoke before a spear of blood tore through some of the Owlbear’s feathers on her side, causing her to turn around and face against Vermillion. “Nice and plump. Bet you’re a real blood bank~”

“Bitch, I ain’t your snack! Why don’t you crawl back to whatever unholy hole you came out of?!” Zowlie’s feathers puffed up as her claws extended.

Vermillion just laughed and lunged at her, forming blood-created blades in her claws…before a stake of wood suddenly slammed through her back, the tip extending out of her chest. “Gch…what…the…fuck….GAAAAAAAAAH!” Burning up from it, she was reduced to a smoldering skeleton.

Zowlie blinked and tilted her head before seeing Ed, who had thrown that, wave. “The curse of the vampire dog has been lifted! Rachael has been avenged! The Super Warrior wins again! BECAUSE HE IS HERE!” Laughing like a dope, he ran off, hoping to meet back up with Sakaki.

The Owlbear just shrugged. “Well, that just kinda happened. Shame there’s nothing left to pick apart.” She gave those bones a long look before grabbing a femur and chomping on it. “Eh. I’m an opportunist. Only price is more pellets to spit out.”

Benedict, however, was in a bind of his own. Currently located in a large expansive desert, his rocket launcher had been damaged by a strike from Blue Fangs, while Satan Gundam unleashed his lightning bolts across the land. “This is why I never became a warrior!” Kass exclaimed, ducking and covering.

“You’re made of muscle! DO SOMETHING!” Benedict shouted, before having to kick away the attacking Blue Fangs. Above him, Gromitz lunged at the floating evil Gundam, but Liger Zero Jager slammed into him, knocking him to the side.

“You all mean nothing to me! You aren’t even convenient steppingstones for my plans of conquest!” The robot exclaimed, joined by the demon and the somewhat reluctant Zoid. “Any last words?”

Kass rose a finger as Benedict frantically tried to fix his rocket launcher with percussive maintenance, while Gromitz let out a furious roar, using the Fulgerbugs to try and build up energy. “Actually, yes! Can’t wet settle this over a song?”

As Satan Gundam laughed and charged up his staff, something else had been attracted by the commotion. Something with an endless rage over anything that even looked like a hunter of its kind. Something that was traveling through the dunes at a rapid pace. Liger Zero Jager noticed, but only when the sand erupted in front of her…

(Bloodbath Diablos Phase 2-Monster Hunter Generations Ultimate)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvtxr3U6xnA

…and took her head in the process, leaving a sparking stump as she fell down, leading to everybody else looking to see what had caused them. With a mighty roar, the Deviant monster of the sands had revealed itself. Think your regular Diablos, but with a malformed left horn and glowing blue/red markings.

Oh, and even more powerful and furious. That roar was so loud that it caused the Zinogre among them to instantly retreat. Gromitz was a powerful soul, but his mother never raised foolish pups. “Sweet lord, what now?!” Benedict shouted before he finally got his launcher working. “Gotta take in the good with the bad, I guess!”

“Ignore that! Attack the others!” Blue Fangs shouted as the Bloodbath Diablos prepared to charge.

“Do not order me what to do!” Satan Gundam rose his staff again, creating several lightning traps around him that created pillars of evil bolts. However, while the actual foes immediately ran for cover, the desert-dwelling beast rammed through the pain and emerged from one, jumping up to grab Blue Fangs in its jaws.

Throwing him aside, the demon was shattered against Kass’ broad chest, spine broken and twitching dead. “Oh, dear…maybe I should excuse myself.” Kass said warily.

“Leave it to me, softie!” Benedict shouted as he aimed a Boomsday rocket at Satan Gundam’s head. It actually hit its shot, blinding him as the Bloodbath Diablos leaped into the air and slammed its tail into his side, bringing the evil one down.

“GAH! You can run, but my power will not be-“ The monster interrupted him by clamping its jaws around his head and tearing it off in one savage motion, crushing it in its jaws before tossing it aside and dragging the remains into the sands, ripping through them in its boundless rage.

Benedict just laughed at the sight. “You see that?! THAT’S what happens when you make a fool outta me! Now, my problems are just about-“ He was interrupted when Satan Gundam’s staff was spat out through the sands, slamming into the Aviant’s mechanical wing and causing it to go haywire, sending him spiraling through the air, screaming/clucking all the way.

Somewhere, Zaku, while practicing his aim with his blaster, turned to the sky. “Something tells me I just outlived my entire squad…SCORE!”

Aries, meanwhile, had found a cave for her team, lining it with various symbols related to her own constellation. “Behold! A perfect place for…wait, where’s Libra? She hasn’t shown up in forever. This is unacceptable! Right, Voidra? Nova?”

The two-headed dragoness was resting in the warm sunlight on top of the cave, tongues out as they just enjoyed getting some rest, despite not doing much of anything. However, they woke up when a powerful explosion of light erupted in the sky. “Did you…”

“…hear something?” Voidra and Nova spoke respectively, before Virgo’s blown-off wings fell to the ground, smoldering and fading into nothing but sparkles. “Not good.” Both heads stated.

The dragoness of the ram constellation felt her eye twitch at the sight, her leadership already not looking good. “But…how…WHY?! She was gone for five minutes! Whatever! We must switch strategies! Comb the entirety of this land! We must get to eradicating all who dare stand in our way!”

“So, splitting up and going at it alone each?” Voidra asked.

“Isn’t that a bad idea?” Nova pointed.

“And who made you leader? We must press forth!” Aries roared, breathing a flume of pure red energy. All the while, the one who caused that explosion, Risen Anubis, just smirked to himself.

He turned away, using his freshly smoking staff to look into where his other ‘teammates’ were. Durandal was still looking around, many Arena creatures dead in her wake, while Kerbex was drinking a river dry with all three heads. “You all keep doing that. I’ll get to you later…”

Ridley flew over all, as per usual. He wasn’t in a fighting mood, but that just meant he was super alert if anybody tried to kill him. “I’d say ‘no mercy’…but I always make it to the end. Let’s see who’s acting like an idiot today?” At first, all he saw was Belladonna crushing a scorpion beneath her heel, her magic countering the infectious sting it gave her. “Eh. She’s missing out.” He remarked, remembering his bug-mutation from Ep. 2.

His next sights fell upon Zero, as he farmed random objects to gather health and supplies. He was interrupted when 2B came rushing towards him, grabbing his arm. “We must retreat! They are too strong!” She implored.

And what was she referring to? The Mask, riding atop a machine-gun wielding turkey. “Thanksgiving has come early! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Ridley spat in disgust for continuing his flying. “I don’t have to put up with this shit.” He dove down, striking through a tree, where Dracula, in bat form, was stirred and accidentally landed into a sleeping Ankha. Before he could turn back, she grabbed him and flung him into the distance.

“Pesky bats, me-meow! I’m only trying to get my beauty sleep!” She shook her fist before noticing Sakaki was right in front of her, berries in her hands. “Um…hello?”

The tall schoolgirl blushed, looking upon the cute feline. She slowly reached out, intending to pet her….before something slammed into her body, sending her careening into a tree and snapping her neck instantly, ending her life quickly and painlessly. “I apologize for being late! I dispatched of several threats before and…oh.” Blaze, the one who did that, looked rather shocked at her mistake.

Ankha winced before moving to pat her on the shoulder. “We should get going. Right now. Before anybody else notices.” Quickly, the booked it, Blaze still feeling slightly guilty. Behind the trees, the Death Corp forces, at least three of them, watched. Two of their own had been taken out already by the fiery one…and they would eventually get her at first chance.

The aphrodisiac had also made its return, but it was only affecting Luna and Kisha. To remedy that, the Tree of Life was resting against a rock, sitting peacefully as Kisha’s tongue ate her out. “Careful, dear…I’m sensitive deeper there.” She huffed; her concentration unwavering as this favor was done.

Kisha just purred, loving how soft those thighs felt and the grip of them on her face. Her tail curled around that waist as she continued her favor, mashing her lips again and again against the clit while her tongue edged to deeper areas. That caused the goddess to flinch slightly, but not by much.

Well, that aphrodisiac also affected a random sasquatch, which happened upon Hound’s lone form, humping his chassis like mad. “Ah, you gotta be kidding me! I swing your way, but you sure ain’t endearing yourself much, ya’ hairy varmint!”

Further embarrassment was thankfully, if violently, mitigated when Ira suddenly appeared out of the trees and grabbed the sasquatch in his jaws, tearing him off while during his chasing of a pack of Velociprey. They had ‘prey’ right in their title, anyway.

Even if he missed a chance to shoot another foe, Hound was happy to no longer be hearing (and feeling) that awful rhythmic slap-slap-slapping sound on his afterburner.

Part 6: The Second Night

Having snacked on those hapless creatures, Ira was sleeping peacefully this time, while Ridley was also resting on the highest tree in the entire forest. Almost half the size of the Empire State Building, too. Even revenge-hungry dragons needed their rest. And while everybody was doing something during this night, Gromitz was really pushing it by running through the night, seeking more food or escape.

Guy just didn’t have an off switch, it seemed.

Dracula was presiding over a smoldering failed fire he tried to make, his mouth dripping with the blood of an unlucky few Genprey. These desert-dwelling creatures never saw his strength coming. “So…the hounds have failed me. I am the only one left.” He said to himself. “Fine. Let those that cross my path know of my terror.”

Luna was still resting, finding it a more peaceful past-time. Though Kisha was still giving her pussy some loving, still under the effects of the aphrodisiac. “I must admit. Your devotion to making others feel good like this…it’s admirable~” She bit her lip, almost ashamed of how she was enjoying this.

Kisha licked her lips, her loins wet before she just pressed her pussy against a rock she found. “That’s nothing. Check out what just got air-lifted to you.” She pointed to a canteen of cum. “Wanna share?”

All the Tree of Life did was bathe her boobs in the stuff. “I haven’t done this since centuries ago…still feels rather nice…a shame about my robes, though.”

Blaze, meanwhile, was handling yet another threat, only this one was from last episode. The the Eye Creatures (sentence fragment intentional) had been reduced to ashes by her hand, rather pathetically too. However, the aphrodisiac was going all crazy this night, so she was suddenly leaned against by a tired Ankha. “Hm?”

“Sorry, it’s just…this fur reminds me of my girlfriend, me-meow.” She purred, moving her claws along her thighs and realizing that the Mobian had no clothes underneath that robe. “Oooh…you like living life this way? I can respect that.”

“It’s…just a custom.” Blaze blushed. “You know I only reserve this for somebody else at home. Touch, but not entirely.” She warned. We’ll let that statement linger for the moment.

Belladonna was not immune to the effects either, masturbating hard with her fingers while perched on a tree. “Forget the Dark Lord…he had his chance…I need to mate!” She growled. “In heat…so much heat…why did I have to be incarnated into the realms as a damned feline?!”

Team Flock was also under the spell while they were camping out in the Yucca Flats area. Only Cleopterix wasn’t taking part, once again feeling spurned that her advertising of her home franchise was being ignored. She just disdainfully looked down to what Zowlie was doing with the others. “Degenerates.” She muttered.

All the Owlbear was doing was using her tits to feed Doc Thur and Benedict. “Drink up, boys! Plenty more where that came from~” She winked. “Just don’t get all greedy.”

“I should be askin’ why there’s tits on an owl, but who cares?! This is doin’ wonders for my ragin’ libido!” Benedict claimed while guzzling his share.

“Indeed. It does remind me of a…few things.” Doc Thur shuddered, remembering the never-ending horror of cleaning the Grunt Mating Chambers back when he served the Covenant. Whether guarding it or cleaning it or just being near it, even Elites avoided that place like the plague.

2B was also affected, as Zero realized when he found himself hugged by her while he was trying to recharge. “Temperatures are rising…as are the faux-reproductive organs in me. I would advise huddling closer.” The Yorha-unit suggested.

Zero clutched the walls of the cave, sweating a bit as he released every countermeasure to make sure he wouldn’t fall too much for this. Nobody could replace Iris. He preferred to date those close to him back at home or not at all. “R…right…just watch for the crotch.” He warned, really trying to ignore the urge to squeeze that lovely ass or embrace those boobs in her mouth.

“Sakaki? Sakaki?!” Ed called out from outside the cave. Despite the sheer levels of horny, he was more concerned about finding his deceased friend. He was already assuming the worst, causing him to pace frantically around. He ran the risk of being found out by passerbies but that hardly mattered.

And he was safe anyway. Even the most vicious of the Arena combatants were busy doing their own thing, horny or not. Durandal, who’s search for Satan Gundam would go unfulfilled due to him being kinda offlined, was humping a tree, her knotted cock’s erection not going away. “Fuck…goddamn SHIT, where’s the nearest piece of tail?!”

Risen Anubis was facing the same problem, desperately seeking out the nearest body or heat source he could. He almost got Kisha’s, but Luna’s magic prevented his evil from getting too close. “I used to make goddesses submit en masse…what is this game trying to do?!”

Aries was desperate to set things right, in terms of reaffirming herself as a good leader, so she rushed through the woods, smashing her way to find any opponent she could roast in an instant. “Yeehaw! Get along, little doggy!” Her ears perked to the sound of a possible enemy.

And, as befitting of himself, he came in a way that she didn’t expect. The Mask was riding atop a positively massive humanoid winged beast. It looked insectoid, almost like it was wearing a gas mask, and made of congealed trash. Another monster of the 70s had come, all the way from the pollution of Milpitas. The Milpitas Monster had arrived!

Letting out several roars as it tried to swat away the cowboy-hat wearing freak on its head, it was unprepared for a megaton blast from Aries’ maw. The fires danced along the monster’s legs, causing poisonous gasses to form. Happens when you try to burn plastic anyway. “Hey! You’re too tall for this ride!” The Mask shook his fist.

“Just shut up, you cretin!” Aries rushed through the air, becoming a red streak that burned holes through the beast she was running through. The Milpitas Monster tried and failed to stop her, until she went right through its head. Falling onto his back, the Mask got out a large dustbin and scooped up the body there.

“Give a hoot! Don’t pollute…my space.” The Mask said before turning the bin into a shredder that scattered acid rain formed from the beast across, turning the area around him inhospitable.

Aries landed far away, only to be confronted with her Gemini compatriot smashing something odd beneath her claws. It looked like a lettuce-green pod, with a gooey substance coming out. That substance looked in the middle of taking the shape of the Gemini dragoness herself, albeit half-formed.

“Ah. You’ve arrived.” Nova turned to the burning dragoness.

“And not a moment too soon! How many have you killed?” Voidra asked.

“Nothing important, I regret.” Aries growled. “But we’ll get them next time, no matter how many things this damned place throws at us!”

Those weren’t the only creatures that would show up to menace random combatants. Kerbex was trying to get some shut-eye herself, even as strange underground creatures began to rise from their domain to prey upon all that they saw fit. These blind ape-like beasts with pale-blue skin and hulking physiques were the time-displaced Morlocks of H.G Wells.

Naturally, pitting them against such a powerful opponent, even one half-resting, was a terrible idea that the savage brutes were not prepared for. The only real danger came for a passing Kass. “Is this a bad time?” The macaw Rito asked as the beasts turned their vacant gazes to him.

Their answer was to attempt to swarm him. “Oh, fine. If I must…why is every answer here begin and end with ‘violence’?” He sighed before knocking at least three down with a clothesline and flying up and diving down with his talons, impacting the ground and knocking them off their feet.

The rest of them were blown all the way by a mighty gale he made with his wings. Something that the Cyberdemon took notice of while he was traversing the bog he once confined himself to for rest. He loaded his Demo-blaster arm and prepared to set out and seek foes…but then he noticed something odd in the distance. Something that would attract a demon like him.

Like in many episodes before this one, a mysterious fogbank was coming in from the oceanic part of the Arena, strange red-eyed ghostly figures traveling in it. These undead lepers of a 70’s version of Antonio Bay had come to claim somebody for their own. Anybody would do. The time for just idly coming in and out of here had ended.

They walked gormlessly towards the sound of gunfire and metal clanging, their path taking them to where Hound and Zaku were clocked in combat. “My little brother hits harder than you!” Hound taunted before being decked in the face again, his grenades failing to scratch the mook-mech.

“Think that’s gonna get to me? With that other Gundam out of the way, I’M the most powerful robot here!” Zaku boasted before tossing away his ammo-less weapons and whipping out his energy axe. “I’m gonna cut you up and leave you for some schmucks to sell you for scrap!”

“We’ll see who’s goes to the chopping block, ya’ bastard!” Hound leaped in the air and pinned down the Zaku, punching him in the face so hard that it nearly shattered his one optic. However, Zaku buried his axe into one of his arms, disabling it and leaving the Autobot open for a haymaker.

Knocked to the ground, Hound’s rotund ammo-carrying chassis was hacked into again and again by the other robot’s superior speed and working arms…and axe, of course. “You like that, tubbo?! This is why they mass-produce me! This is why…what the fuck?!”

In front of him, the fog was getting closer, the gaze of the lepers shining through as they came closer and closer. Despite being smaller than him, they numbered greatly, and their weapons shined even more than the eyes. The moon gleamed on them and ready to strike.

While Zaku was distracted by this foreboding sight, Hound took this chance to kick one of his legs, breaking it before he followed with his last buckshot-blast from his cyber-shotgun, blinding his foe. “You guys have fun! I ain’t no fan of any ghosts!” He shouted before running away, afraid of apparitions himself.

“GAH! I can’t see! I can’t…NO!” Zaku cried out as he felt his limbs being torn away by the marauding spirits, one’s hook going into his neck. “Get them off of me! Get them off! This is my chance! MY CHA-GZZZZHITIITTT!” He went offline when his head was ripped off, along with several of his legs. Oil flowed as the Lepers had their victim.

Hound just peeked behind a tree, shuddering at the sight. “Well…this is what happens when you frag Hound in the afterburner.”

Chapter Text

Part 8: The Third Day

Sure, Hound would wake up feeling that odd aphrodisiac again, but he ignored it because he was too busy building a little fort around himself. Yes, he wouldn’t admit it, but the subject of ghosts, REAL GHOSTS, was enough to make him bunker down, even while the sun was shining.

Durandal looked upon all from a high cliff, staring down as she flexed her muscles. “Look at all of them…” She turned her gaze to where Blaze and Ankha were, the latter having been stung by a scorpion that caused her tail to gain hardened chitin. Blaze was talking with her about it while holding some fish in her claws.

“…all weak before me.” She finished, right as Blaze finished snacking on her meal.

Kerbex was also having a moment like that, but her location was in a flowery field. Peaceful, but out of place for a wicked soul like hers. “Let’s see…which bitch should I take first? I’ve got a knot with their names on it.” Peering into the distance, all she saw was Dracula being nearly forced into the sun by that same Bloodbath Diablos. “Okay, maybe I should give it a wait.”

Dracula flew as fast as he could, trying to stay in the shade as the hot sun beat down upon all. “How do you like that, shmuck?!” Benedict, the one that woke up the beast, laughed before firing several more rockets into the air. His mechanical wings were still damaged a bit, but that didn’t take away that this was kind of funny to watch.

“Will you stop playing mere games?!” Cleopterix warned, landing next to him. “And instead hear about the greatest gaming experience of them all…one that lasted longer than your own, I might add.”

“Oh, we’re goin’ there?” Benedict’s tone turned sour at that. “Least more people remember me fondly and that it was an actual GAME! Not some gacha FTC-lyin’ bullcrap! By the way, don’t you got your own stuff to worry about?”

“Whatever do you me-GET OFF!” Cleopterix’s spear was being tugged by a rapid oversized rooster. Basky apparently had plenty of those, since chickens could be fucking DEMONS when they wanted to. Or any farm fowl, for that matter. “That spear was a gift from my clan! One I spent so many crystals on until I got it right!”

“Glad SOMEBODY’S having fun.” Zowlie panted as she dragged herself over to Benedict, sweating like crazy. “The fuck’s up with this heat? Even that asshole can’t fight because of it.”

Ridley crawled through the sand, the sun beating down on him hard. “Fuck…global warming…you humans are idiots…even by my standards.” He muttered as his arms gave out, his wings having to do the work by pathetically flapping away.

“Dunno what yer complaining about, missus. I’ve eaten wings spicier than this heat!” Benedict boasted. “Wait a minute, does that count as cannibalism?”

And while he was thinking on that, Doc Thur was in his own mess. The ammo-less Skirmisher was fleeing for his life in another displaced location. This one having a familiar tune…

Green Hill Classic (Custom)-Dr. Reverbnik

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XX6e4W3oVL8

Even though the place he was running through was vibrant, it didn’t take away the fact that he was being chased by Gromitz. The Zinogre was relentless, smashing through random badniks as he let out his roar and smashed through even some of the loop-de-loops.

“Prison training, don’t fail me now!” The Skirmisher took advantage of the speed-boosters scattered across the ground, but some of them caused him to fall onto his face and spin around those loops, even ramming through several rocks to fit into tunnels. “Who designed this wretched place like this!?”

Emerging from a waterfall midway through it, Gromitz almost had his quarry, but he then fell into a bottomless pit, spikes waiting for him at the bottom. Instead, he gripped the walls and unleashed himself from the ground, trying to smash at his prey, but it was too late. The Skirmisher had gotten away by taking advantage of one of the bounce-pads and just going backwards, away from the beast.

That was slightly confusing, but hey. At least somebody did something creative with that stage that wasn’t Generations related.

Kisha was also once again in a pranking mood, but upon seeing the Mask juggle chainsaws while Ira was trying to fend off the slightly aphrodisiac-induced advances of the Gemini Dragoness, she wisely backed off. “Yeesh. I’m getting horny again. Where the heck did Luna go off too?”

Seemingly, it looked like Belladonna was talking to the Tree of Life herself, who was covered in a bunch of white/red colored butterflies. “So…I know you’re supposed to be the antithesis to my demonic origins, but I was thinking…what does one do after one lost their entire purpose? Everything they ever built up, just stripped away? Ruined beyond measure?”

“If you’re willing to listen, then perhaps stop destroying and learn to start creating. The more you destroy, the less you will feel. The more you create, the more fulfilled you’ll be. Perhaps it’s time to truly start over, if your demonic soul wishes to find reprieve.” Luna instructed. “Also, I’m dead and about to ascend back to my world.”

Belladonna mulled over what she said before blinking. “Wait, you appear to be completely fi-“ She was shocked when the entire butterfly swarm dispersed, leaving a skeletonized Tree of Life. “I simultaneously am intrigued and alarmed by this world.”

But nobody was affected by the aphrodisiac more than Kass, whom was starting to feel hot under the feathers. “It’s…it’s happening again. I wonder if…anybody would be interested in relieving me of this.” He removed any articles of clothing he had, revealing his impressive cock, but also his feminine hips and large pecs, pressing himself against a tree.

You see, though he was a married Rito, all males typically went through moments of heat that were usually staved off by their chosen mate or somebody in the vicinity. It was even common practice to take one female partner and one male partner at the same time to experience and mitigate this across the board. Kass had a history involving this, but that’s for another day.

And now, after suppressing it due to what his travels required of him, it was coming back in full force thanks to the heat, his cock growing harder. “I don’t think masturbating is going to-“

“RAAAAAAAARGH!” His feathers stood on end as something large stomped behind him. It was the Cyberdemon, also slightly affected by the aphrodisiac, but no longer idly staying in the swamp. His hulking frame stared down the avian.

Sure, he was terrified at the prospect of this demonic thing tearing him apart. Even the largest of Calamity Ganon’s beasts didn’t hold a candle to how nightmarish this monstrosity was, but the sight of those ripped muscles, large posture, and even the bulge growing in what amounted to pants on the demon…hard to ignore. “Great beast…please…do not ravage me…I have a wife and children…” He panted, realizing too late his tone sounded catty. “Wait, I mean-“

“Alright, stop, please stop with the begging.” The monster actually spoke, clearing his throat. His tone was like a digitally enhanced low British tone, in stark contrast to his physical appearance. “If I had a dime for every time I heard the usual excuses, then I’d have to remind myself that mortal currency doesn’t mean much to me, yes.” (Kinda like this: https://youtu.be/h8KB6C3WlLc?t=386 )

Kass blinked. “So…you’re not here to kill me?” His heart was hammering his chest, but he kept his cool.

“No. Not going to bother. I could go into the reasons why killing you or anything else mortal has become pointless. But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a good massacre.” He sniffed the air, then got close to Kass. “Hmmm…that being said…you do smell delectable. Not in an eating way, mind you, but in a…how do I put this?”

“Mating mood?” Kass finished, before covering his mouth. “Oh! I…I didn’t mean-“

“Look, lie to me, but don’t lie to yourself.” The Cyberdemon face-palmed. “I’m a demon. I can smell sin. This doesn’t smell like sin at all. Not even adultery, which is what I thought I picked up. Something tells me the only regret is that your actual mate doesn’t have a recording device.”

It was there that Kass took a deep breath. “Very well. I suppose there’s no reason to truly fear you. You also seem keen on…well, relieving yourself of your own heat. If you would help me, that would be nice. Maybe even join me on my journey? Perhaps to find a way out? My old team is no more.”

“And mine has been stripped bare as well. I hardly need any help, but I suppose I have nothing better to do. Yes.” The demon stretched before pushing a button on his Demo-Blaster, causing his crotch-plate to reveal a throbbing 12-foot meaty cock, dripping with sweat and coming with a few barbs near the end, as well as bumps around the base.

Kass blushed like mad, having never seen a cock that big before. Even his own was half that size, though he was just as thick. “My, it’s…it’s quite something. I haven’t mated with a male in a long time and it’s just been with my own species. So…would you like to teach me the joys of this particular one?” His wary expression broke in a soft smile, his signature cool returning.

“Eager, aren’t we?” The Cyberdemon licked his own lips. “Chest to that tree.” He commanded. “Let me see what you’ve got.”

Chuckling slightly and his heat getting more pronounced, causing his cock to harden and flop between his legs, he did as he was told, his pecs squishing against the tree while his ass was proudly shown, tail-feathers lifting. Steam erupted from the Cyberdemon’s nostrils against the supple tail-hole before him. So pink and soft and hopefully very tight.

Getting an idea, the larger one pressed his blaster between those cheeks, warming it considerably and causing Kass to let out a soft moan. “I…I would like your name. I’m Kass…you?” He asked. “That feels so good…”

“Very well. I don’t really have a name, honestly, but they have often referred to me as the ‘Cyberdemon’. Just all me Cy and all will be well, yes.” He continued to rub his demo-blaster there before he grabbed his cock in his working hand, rubbing the heated tip around that pucker. “How often has this been used?”

“Nnngh…a few times…but…I haven’t felt this weak in the legs during then.” He said before pushing his pucker against there a bit more. “If you don’t mind, I would like it rough.”

Cy’s four eyes narrowed. “It’s because I’m a demon, is that it?” Then he smiled wickedly before grabbing a cheek with his working hand, squeezing hard and making Kass squawk. “Good answer~” With that, he pushed HARD into him, bulging out his belly in one decisive thrust.

“AHHHHHHHRRK!” Kass squawked as he threw his head back and nearly buried his feather-fingers into the bark, his cock shooting pre-cum all over the floor as the barbs sunk in and the heat raced up his body. His eyed watered a bit, before feeling Cy’s drool fall into his head. “It’s…it’s so tight…I can’t…aaaaah…”

The demonic juggernaut noticed how Kass was starting to cum for real, all that pent-up energy splattering onto the floor and his legs. “Cumming already? Well, that makes one of us. I don’t exactly intend to stop until I’m satisfied. And something tells me you WANT it~” Cy’s long steamy forked tongue moved to slather around Kass’ neck, moving through his feathers and massaging that beak.

Kass’ mind felt like jelly along with his body. His panting moans became almost desperate as he moved his hips back and forth on that cock weakly, that tongue making his feathers ruffle and his nipples stand on end. “By the Goddess, please rut me! Amali! Please be watching!” He cried out, especially as the rutting got faster.

His demo-blaster fired several missiles into the distance as Cy lost control, pounding his thick cock into that tail-hole again and again, half of it always remaining while he bulged out that belly. His working claw wrapped around that waist while the blaster-arm brought those legs up, putting Kass into a full-nelson.

Moving him up and down like a toy, Cy’s pre-cum filled up Kass already, making him moan whorishly. It was moments like this that the macaw Rito wished he was a woman…fit for breeding and laying eggs made from the seed of a powerful lover. His thoughts would always be on his wife, children, and the legacy of his teacher, but for now…he wanted this forbidden cock.

Cy let out a savage roar as he started to cum into that ass, his own self-control not very good due to being pent-up too, perhaps for far longer. Kass’ last few moans were weaker, utterly pleasured as his belly tried to take in as much demon seed as it could. Most of it leaked down his ass and balls, making him pathetically spurt out some from his own cock.

Even as they stood there, drenched in sweat and sex, Kass moved an arm up to cup the brute’s face. “Can…can we do it again after we rest? I feel…I feel like something has awakened within me.”

“That would make two of us, yes…but I’m rather hungry.” Cy felt his belly rumble, just like the sound that once occupied his balls when he emptied into the macaw Rito, only more pronounced. But what to eat at this time?

That answer would come sooner than expected, as Ed was still searching for Sakaki, even forgoing sleep. “Hello? Ed to fellow Super Warrior Sakaki…where are you?” His journey had led him into a cave near the shores of the seas residing around this Arena. As he entered one cave, a large clawed hand nearly struck him from behind.

Turning around quickly, he came face-to-face with Aries, who breathed a stream of powerful flames equivalent to the heat of the surface of Mars against him. “Flee, human! It is all you can do! I will lead my team to victory! I will be revolutionary! And you will not live to see another day!”

Ed ran through the caves, as Aries forced her way in, tearing through the rock as she unleashed more flames. Her serpentine form was getting slightly stuck, but she pressed on. However, as Ed went further into the cave, he began to feel hot and sweaty, not just because of the flames licking at his heels. “Wait…I saw this in a movie once…”

He also HEARD a certain ringing sound in a movie once. Specifically, a little feature called Island of the Burning Damned. Said ‘burning damned’ were a race of rain-hating jellyfish aliens that just sat around and produced heat hot enough to melt entire humans to the bone. Sure enough, he saw two of them up ahead, their bodies glowing bright as they sat on the rocks.

“Come back here! Face your end before…wait, what is that heat?” Aries wondered. “No matter! I can take it! I am Aries! My blood is hot enough as it is!”

“Ally-oop!” Ed leaped through the cave’s ceiling, smashing through it as Aries rushed forth, accidentally ramming into the aliens themselves. This while she was still breathing her flames…and combined with that incredible heat…

KABOOOM! Ed was blown across the landscape, propelled by the explosion, as well as the burnt corpse of Aries, which landed right next to Cy and Kass. “I hope you’re not squeamish, because I say, I must be famished.” Cy said politely before digging his arm-blade into the meat. “Freshly roasted too!”

Much to his surprise, Kass was also digging in. “What? My mother was half-vulture.” He explained.

As for Ed, he would land in the middle of where 2B and Zero appeared to be in a scuff with a new force. Thankfully, Ed’s landing dispersed what was there. “What did I miss?” He asked, his head’s upper half wedged into the ground.

The two robots looked at him, before looking to what remained of the threat they were facing. The Ferons had returned since last episode, trying to hold a struggling Risen Anubis in their claws. “This is not going my way at all!” He yelled, waving his staff around in all directions.

Part 9: The Third Night

When he woke up, Risen Anubis had several sting-marks and scuffs on his body. “Seriously…this isn’t right. I should be winning instantly…” He said as he struggled to fight off the venom coursing through him.

Looming over him as he crawled through the forest ground, the Gemini dragoness’ twin heads snaked, ready to strike and unleash their twin power. “Gods fall…” Voidra began.

“…and the worthy rise!” Nova finished, before she noticed something else coming at them. “Wait, what is-“

The two heads were tackled by a swarm of bats, which began to sink their teeth into their soft necks. Risen Anubis was too busy crawling to notice the bloody carnage or even the twin streams of white/black flames, as well as the vampire moving close to the injured dragoness. Dracula had found a meal, ending yet another team for good.

Ed was looking down in the dumps, with Zero and 2B giving him company. “I know she’s gone, but I’m sure she would want you to keep on going. Believe me. I’d know a thing about…well…losing somebody you care about immensely.” Zero patted his shoulder.

“It will pass, your grief. What matters is the mission.” 2B said before also patting him. “Is this comforting?”

Ed nodded, before noticing a red shiny object in the dirt beneath his shoe. “Huh?” He lifted his entire leg to face his eyes, which moved down to press against the strange glowing red stone in his boot. That’s when he figured it out. “One of those powerful shiny rocks…it could avenge my fallen comrades!”

“Wait! I think I recognize this from a long time ago…it’s an Infinity Stone!” Zero exclaimed. “Careful. There’s no telling what it might do!”

“It…defies description.” 2B’s calculations were failing her at a rapid pace by just looking at it.

Ed waved around the glowing rock, but then it would soon reveal why they called it the Reality Stone. The first thing that came to Ed’s mind was Sakaki and Rachael…as barracudas with their faces on them. Snapping at everything as they swam through the air, they narrowly missed 2B before heading straight into the night sky…

…and right towards where Cleopterix was trying to scout ahead. “What the?! What dark magic is-OW! OW! Get off me!” She used her bladed staff to try and knock them away, but they kept coming, giving her something to do for the rest of the night.

Ed’s partners just looked at him oddly. “Like I said. We don’t know what could happen…are you trying to eat that?!” Much to Zero’s shock, Ed had stuffed it into his cheek like a jawbreaker. “How about I find you some actual food before you end up swallowing the dangerous space artifact?”

“You got it, Zero-Man!” Ed gave a thumbs-up.

Another Infinity Stone, the Space Stone, had been found, but it was stuck to the feet of a passing Hound, whom was currently in vehicle mode and just strolling through the woods, content to be away from anything remotely horny. Not that the sheer power of the horny would be denied this night. Not by a long shot.

The Mask, meanwhile, decided to once again stir up some mayhem. Noticing a set of fireworks, he saw Ridley flying through the sky and got a rotten idea. Due to the nature of the day this chapter was written in, he had just the thing. “Hey, big guy! HAPPY VORE DAY!” He cried out, sending all fireworks out.

Ridley’s eye turned to what was going on before flying under where the fireworks were heading. “You missed, dumbass!” He yelled, ready to dive in and eviscerate him, but then the resulting explosion formed into a giant version of the Mask’s head. “Oh, FU-“

In an instant, the head chomped down on him, miming chewing him up and swallowing him down…only to explode when he let out the burp and light up the entire sky, sending Ridley falling down into a random dumpster, left to eventually lick his wounds for the next few hours.

Pretty much everybody noticed that explosion, even as some tried to sleep, like Gromitz. Ankha saw the whole thing, but she was a bit busy helping Blaze fend off some annoying small Compsognathuses (or Compies, for short) from attempting to pick at a scrape she got. A slightly hormone-addled Ira saw it and just roared in annoyance. Doc Thur also saw it…and immediately went back to sleep.

Zowlie, however, had a question, even as the game offered her a sling bikini out of nowhere. The nudist Owlbear turned to the sleeping Skirmisher. “Anybody see that Bene-dick guy? He kinda fucked off to who-knows-where.”

Turns out, the answer wasn’t all that good for the Aviant. The poor bastard had fallen to another foe, his beloved rocket launcher crushed between the back-paw of Kerbex. “Look what we have here…stupid pigeon trying to step up to me?” She growled. “Think you still got this?”

“You…you know I do, bitch!” Benedict shouted, before having his chest smashed into by another backpaw, knocking the breath out of him.

“QUIET!” All three heads growled before the middle one continued. “Point is…this night, you’re gonna end up like HER.” She pointed to her three tails, which were stuffing Kisha in all holes. She had been caught and the results spoke for themselves.

One tail was stuffing her ass to bulge out the belly. The other was stuffing that pussy full of demonic cum-sludge. The final one gagged her mouth, her long tongue swirling around it as her gaze looked vacant. It looked like she had been fucked many times over until she fully submitted to the Cerberus. Even then, it didn’t look like it took much effort.

Benedict stared at not just that, but the throbbing knotted cock above him. “You…you sick freak! You think I’m gonna just let you have your way with me?!”

“Think? No. I’m gonna DO.” Kerbex grabbed his squawking neck and pressed his beak against his knot. “You’re gonna take me all the way here. I don’t care how much you cry or beg. You’re getting right royally FUCKED by yours truly.” Her musk permeated the air and, shamefully, Benedict felt his cock reveal itself, though it was kinda small.

Small enough for the evil canine to laugh her ass off, her three tails swaying further into Kisha’s bloated holes. “SH-SH-SHUT UP!” Benedict yelled. “It’s not how big it is! It’s how you-GLLHK!”

He was interrupted all the sudden when that massive cock spread his beak wide open, jamming down his throat until his now-broken beak-tip was touching the knot. He struggled to pull it away, but it was locked in there, slamming the Aviant into the ground on his ass. He was pushed into the dirt, failing to ignore the salty taste and the pain that came with it.

“Look at you! All stuffed like a common whore! Bet people have been begging you to shut up for the longest time! That time is now!” With that, she doubled her efforts, shooting pre-cum into that belly while ramming her cock even harder, her knot seemingly increasing in size. Her claw wrapped around Benedict’s head, the other one tugging on his wings, making them even more useless.

The Aviant could feel the pain building, but also the urge to cum. ‘Noooo…can’t give in…too big…too big…make it stop…make it stooooop…’ He wailed in his mind, humbled considerably. To ass insult to injury, the canine’s toes moved to clench his cock, making it spurt anyway.

Kisha would cum all over those tails in her, moaning for the umpteenth time while being stuffed as usual. In turn, Kerbex roared as all three heads drooled while pumping fresh load after load into Benedict’s belly. “Fuck…you’re even LOOKING pregnant right now~” She panted, her tits on edge while her cock never deflated, still pumping squalid loads into her new bird-bitch.

‘My…my nestmate…forgive me…can’t…can’t stop swallowing…urk…’ Benedict’s mind got cloudy as his gullet was flooded with demonic spunk, his eyes turning black as it tainted his very soul and made him eternally chubby, almost with child-bearing hips. Such was the power of Kerbex.

Durandal, while resting, swore she had a dream where she was getting cucked at every opportunity, but she couldn’t determine why. All she knew is that, for some reason, she wanted to kick Kerbex’s ass so damn hard.

In much better sexual news, we bring you back to Belladonna. Doing her best to let her past go, she just let her demonic instincts take her. A ‘show-me-where-the-wind-blows’ kind of approach to her new life. She would get it when she smelled something in the air. Something…musky. Powerful, even. The sign of a demon that could rival those she usually lived with.

Stalking through the woods, she came across a rather arousing sight. A hideous but well-built demon, born of science and hellfire, was kicking back, reading ‘Sense and Sensibility’ while getting his cock sucked on by some large bird person. The Macaw Rito was pounding his head back and forth on that cock, really going to town on it.

Belladonna found her fingers going near her pussy as she watched this unfold, the beak of that Rito not even scraping the cock while that throat took in the sweaty cum-covered cock. “I say, you’re quite insatiable.” Cy said as he stroked Kass’ neck feathers, appreciating the feel while the effeminate hunk just smiled. “Keep going, yes.”

She wouldn’t hide anymore, instead prowling enough just so she could make herself known in her own way. Purring a bit to herself and crouched low to the ground, she dragged her rough yet elegant tongue across Kass’ large swelling nuts, causing Kass to let out a surprised muffled squawk.

“Fwwah!” He breathed, removing himself from the BJ, his beak coated in cum from several previous cum-shots, his belly slightly distended from all he took in. “What’s…who’s doing that…haaa…feels rather nice~”

Cy roared as he aimed his Demo-blaster at the intruder, but then he looked upon the clearly demonic feline. Sure, she was certainly more beautiful than any demon, but he could tell by her eyes. Common demon thing across universes. “I would highly suggest talking now. Fast, if you must.”

Standing up, Belladonna stretched, exposing her curves and long frame, moving slowly towards the cybernetic monstrosity without fear. “I…am Belladonna. At your service.” She bowed before kissing his claw. “I assure you. I come with no ill intentions, except towards our enemies.”

“What…what’s going on? Can we keep going? My heat is almost finished.” Kass panted, but he gave a small smile to the feline. “It’s nice to meet a new friend all the same.”

“Indeed. One I don’t have to mind-control to become my ally, anyway.” She added.

“Say what?”

“ANYWAY…” She interrupted Kass as she stroked Cy’s face. “Tell me…do you swing both ways? I don’t only fight for the strongest demon…I’m something of a romantic. I can tell you’re doing this not just out of lust…but you also feel as if all purpose in your life has fallen to destruction. That you crave more than what’s been given to you in life.”

Cy grunted as he stared down the feline. “Hmmm…well, I won’t lie. My standards are rather low, on account of being literally raised in a lab with no real memory of who I once was, aside from the fact that, yes, I have no master and possibly escaped a doomed race. All aside, what do you think?” He turned to Kass.

“Hmmm…well, I’m not crazy about having yet another female partner. I already have one that I love with all of my heart.” Kass said before snapping his fingers. “It really depends on what my wife thinks. With that out of the way, Cy, you can pick a female partner of your own if you wish!”

“Deal!” Belladonna snuggled to Cy’s side, purring and grooming his skin. “Oooh…battle scars. My favorite~” She continued to press herself against those powerful biceps and pecs, which mide Cy relax a bit.

He sighed as he extended his other arm to wrap around Kass, both Rito and felid demon against his sides and snuggling their heads to his own neck. “I say, what did I get myself into?” Silence followed before he shrugged. “Oh, well. Better than getting my head cut off by my own horn, yes.”

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Part 10: The Fourth Day

Kerbex began this day by following Durandal’s scent, despite her being far away at this point. Unfortunately, that required lots of rock climbing, with Benedict’s asshole still wrapped around his knotted cock. “Swear to fuckin’ God, the ONE time I don’t your asshole to be tight and now this?!”

“Guh…cu…cum…muh…muh nest…” He panted, shuddering as he was dragged across the rocky wall, his asshole spread wide. His mind had been broken into for many hours last night, his belly full of cum and his asshole fucked raw. His beak was also scuffed and broken in a few areas.

All three heads just growled. “Useless cum-bucket…kinda makes me miss that Kisha chick. She was cute…before her fucked-little brain ran fell into that ant-hill face-first. I mean, BRUH.”

Meanwhile, Belladonna was attempting to prove her loyalty to her new Lord, having sensed his innate power. She unleashed several Roseslashes and claw-swipes at Ira, the dinosaur actually jumping to avoid the first barrage before ramming his head into her chest, pinning her against a tree before chomping on her tail and flinging her aside.

An assist trophy landed on her head, causing her to chuckle. “Perhaps this will unlock the power of Hexus once more for me! ARISE!” She shouted…before a compy came out, screeching at Ira before being stomped on. “Oh, for the love of Malovia-“ WHAM! She was tail-slammed out of there.

She landed all the way back to Kass, whom was once again affected by the aphrodisiac. “Oh! Are you alright?” He asked, lacking clothes as he practiced a few tunes with a grass flute.

The demonic felid shook herself before slumping next to him. “Just fine. Now, tell me. Aside from your…generous equipment…” She moved her claw around, hoping he got what she meant. “What does that demon see in you? He craves power, no?”

Kass just kicked back, rubbing his erect cock between his thighs and doing his best not to squawk for that demon to return to grant him release from the ever-returning heat. “The way I see it, he wants a break from whatever his life may have implied. From the looks of it and based on the music of his actions-“

“Stop. Music of his actions. What does that even mean?” Belladonna asked, brow raised.

He chuckled. “I know. It sounds ridiculous at first, but I’ve traveled quite a lot. I’ve seen several walks of life. Good and bad, civil and savage. Each one, I’ve made a song about it to the best of my effort. It all comes down to a certain flow. And the flow of Cy’s actions implies tiredness and resignation to a new peaceful way of life. Though, I can tell he’s hiding the urge to destroy within.”

“Why not release that urge on our foes?” She suggested. “Power is meant to be shown, not hidden. Unless…he’s waiting until just the right time? There’s still too many unpredictable souls around us, anyway. Now, there’s a thought.”

“I’m sure he knows what he’s doing. I just hope he returns soon.” He huffed, stroking his cock. “You don’t mind if I do this?”

She looked at the impressively thick tool and just purred. “Not at all. I have a few…ideas tonight, anyway. I promise, you’ll love them.”

As for what Cy was doing, exactly, he found himself as the old man in the American Gothic painting, with Doc Thur as the woman. “Whomever came up with his event had no idea how story flow works.” The Kigyar stated.

“Agreed. Now, you have ten seconds to run before I bite off your head, yes.” Cy said plainly.

Ed, meanwhile, was carrying a bunch of dead Burning Damned corpses with him, taken from the destroyed cave. “Look what I found, Zero-man!” He said before flopping the jellies over. “Fresh jellyfish sandwiches!”

The heat of the dead bodies was getting to the Maverick Hunter, but he politely just sliced them all up. “I’m sure this will be useful…somehow. Let’s wait until 2B returns so we can decide if consuming these is really a good idea.”

Unfortunately, 2B was in the middle of a losing battle with Cleopterix, the avian Skinwalker using her blade to slice off her arms and kick her near the large chasm of water they were over. “Foolish girl! You would have won if you used the innovative combat system of the great Raid: Shadow Legends! Not to mention, paid more to-“

“I would like to be taken out of my misery now.” 2B plainly said, wanting to take the satisfaction of the shill’s win away. She got her wish when, out of the chasm, an oversized Electrophorus rose and unleashed a titanic electric shock to 2B’s exposed wiring, causing her to short out sparks from all orifices.

She fell into the water, lifeless and crushed by the serpentine’s things coils, while Cleopterix blinked. “CAN I NOT GET A SINGLE WORD IN?!”

Gromitz, still on the hunt, had received a fedora, one that fit nicely even with his horns. He ignored that, as he passed by Hound in his vehicle mode. The aphrodisiac had affected him, but his attraction to organics was so low that he was able to keep his cover. Even if he wanted to shoot down the oversized mammal, he was gone as soon as he was spotted.

Remember how Risen Anubis had been brought low by those Ferron and was still a bit woozy from it all? He was currently being nursed back to health by none other than Ankha. “And if I keep doing this, you’ll bless me as you always promised since childhood, me-meow?” She asked, her tail waving.

“Of course…why would I ever lie to a devoted worshipper?” He smirked. Of course, he wasn’t the Anubis she was thinking of, but when had lying ever stopped him in the past? He just stroked her head, making her purr at the feel. It made her happy that she and Olivia were in a semi-open relationship.

Blaze, for her part, was flinging her fire at the Mask, whom just kept dodging. “Missed me! Missed me! Now you gotta kiss me!” His lips increased to such a size that they detached and became a bear-trap beast, trying to smash her body in half.

“I do not think so.” She zoomed out of the way, before accidentally slamming into yet another threat. One more docile at first, but dangerous when provoked. A Megatherium or Giant Ground Sloth. The megafauna stood up and slammed its arms into her, sending her flying over the grass before skidding across.

She clutched her sides, feeling the pain course through her. However, this provided her a good look at how the Mask was having to contend with it, turning into a caveman and using a club that turned into a flamethrower. “No.” She simply replied, now wanting to deal with this insanity any further. So, back to base.

Ridley would have taken a potshot at one or two of the combatants just there, but he then began to hear a voice in his head. ‘You will never know victory. Only defeat after defeat. I can feel your hate at it all…and you will not know peace unless you realize your weakness and submit.’ The voice of Dracula spoke.

The Space Dragon just flew up and growled. “Whoever’s talking, you think I don’t KNOW that?! It’s not about winning anymore! It’s about making a statement! That I am more equipped to handle everything this place throws at me than anybody else!”

‘Envy…envy is your vice…any one of these fools could win with greater ease than you. They’re more proactive and they certainly don’t embarrass themselves on a constant basis.’

“Swear to Master Hand, the first chance I get, you’re gonna experience firsthand what it feels like getting dragged out into the sun by my jaws!” He roared, flying away and leaving everybody else alone, now consumed with a desire to make the vampire eat his words.

And throughout this whole thing, Zowlie just slept through the entire day. She was usually nocturnal, and the last few days had been hell on her senses.

Part 11: The Fourth Night

While he only faintly had 2B’s signal, Zero still needed to recharge. Even if he was doing it on a stump that was actually the shell of a large beetle. Ed just kept trying to start a fire, but he was bashing two sticks together instead of rocks. “I think the fire’s broken, Zero-Man!” He shouted.

Durandal was still going about her obsessive quest, ignoring a bite from the Basky Bug. Gromitz was supremely tired, but filled with nothing more than a desire to rid himself of the possibility of facing any foolishness from his opponents in his quest to get home. Dracula was flying through the night, musing to himself about the possibility of downing a powerful victim.

Ira was also trying to get some shuteye, but several glowing lights surrounded him. That’s when he felt some jaws on his thigh. Quickly getting up, he found himself surrounded by the weirdest damn Troodon you’d ever find. This pack had bulbous glowing yellow eyes for the dark, all staring him down and realizing too late their mistake.

While he fed on those who couldn’t flee fast enough, Hound tried to recharge himself, but that damn aphrodisiac caused his car mode to flop out a very LARGE cock from the underside. “Whoa…that’s…new. Kinda feels nice…except how do I make it come back IN?!” He grunted.

Cleopterix was patrolling the campsite, having failed to have found Benedict. “He always was useless.” She said to herself before hearing the sound of screeching and growls/hoots coming from where the fire was. “What in the name of-“

Affected by the cactus juice they drank, Doc Thur was pinned down by Zowlie, her thick thighs and boobs pinning him perhaps more than the talons on his shoulders. “This is…better than sex with Elites…” He huffed, as his cock went in and out of Zowlie’s large pussy, the thing so slick and with a heavy body bearing down on him at the same time.

“Dunno what that means…but you’ve got the perfect endurance, dude!” Zowlie hooted as she pressed her boobs into his head. “See how long you can breathe! Impress me, bitch!” He gave a thumbs-up to Cleopterix, continuing to engage in slightly drunken sex with his partner.

The Skinwalker turned away, blushing madly. “Has everybody here gone MAD?!” She clutched her head. “The nudity displaced by the fat one was already going to get us demonetized!”

“I ain’t fat! I’m overly sexy!” Zowlie yelled before ramming her hips again to that smaller male and came around his cock, lubing it for further thrusts. “That’s it! Don’t you dare stop! I’ll peck your eyes out if you do!”

And what really happened to Benedict? Well, after Kerbex got distracted trying to take care of a psychotic Hammer Bro that wouldn’t stop dodging and throwing annoyingly heavy hammers at her, he was freed from that knot, uselessly crawling away while giving off pheromones that begged for somebody to mate him.

Blaze was just passing by, nursing her wounds, when she thought she saw something rustling in the bushes. Throwing a fireball at it, she burned away at the grass, only to find Benedict, his talons spreading his own asshole. “Need…cock…cocks…more cocks…”

She blinked at the sight, but her actions did more than just reveal that. As described in previous stories, there was a species that dwelled here. One made by the dreaded Orion strain. The Dreadpedes. At least four of them were crawling through their disturbed homes, zeroing in on the submissive Aviant.

Leaping into a tree, Blaze avoided their line of sight and shielded her eyes from what was to come, knowing she had to remain strong and remember that this was the enemy she was looking at. Even then, she aimed her hand at the scene, wanting to end whatever misery would happen.

That misery? Having the largest of those Dreadpedes wrap its legs around Benedict’s back, holding him in place as his limbs sunk into the soft underbelly of the thing. Its cock shoved into that asshole, while the other insects sucked on those nipples and his balls too, his cock shrinking as he moaned like a woman.

His pecs increased in size, spilling out milk while he was spread out further than Kerbex ever did. “He…help…meeeeeee…” He moaned as he was set to be bred over and over again…before a gigantic gust of flame erupted across them, ending his life swiftly while the other creatures burned alive.

“Damn this place.” Blaze muttered before running to return back to camp.

At that camp, aphrodisiac had affected Risen Anubis so much that he couldn’t stop masturbating. “First the riches…then the bitches…” He muttered, squeezing his thick cock as he ignored the havoc going on behind him.

“WHY ISN’T ANYBODY DOING ANYTHING?!” Ankha shouted as Ridley tossed her by the tail around like a ragdoll, smashing her through an entire tree before extending his spear tail, nearly taking her head off before Blaze appeared to unleash some of her flames into his maw, drawing him away.

Back with Kass and Belladonna, the still horny Rito was on his back, a purple circle of dust surrounding him. “And this will end my heat eventually?” He asked, panting as his cock was still hard.

“Not eventually. Instantly, if our beloved master returns.” She said as she danced while waving the dust everywhere, the stuff starting to glow.

“I wouldn’t call him ‘master’. Just a very good friend. Maybe a possible nestmate, but that’s…oooh…that feels tingly…” He commented as the dust started to take its effect.

As this happened and the glow became more intense, Cy was on his way back, but he was faced with another hazard. Hailing from space, the ball of fire chasing him across even the water was a Dune Roller. For your information, look no further than the 70s film, The Cremators.

The Dune Roller tried to run down the demon, but a few well-placed laser-sword swipes cut it in half, yet generated many an explosion that seemed to attract more of its ilk. “I could be doing better things than this, yes.” Cy said, exasperated. So, to finish the job, he fired a Demo-Storm from his back. Basically, a hail of missiles that blanketed the land in fire and smoke.

As he escaped and rushed back to his domain, he saw a large puff of purple smoke in the forested area. Peering through, he first saw Belladonna saunter forth. “Hello, my Lord…I present you not just the gift of my devotion…but the gift of my magic. Take a good look.” She gestured to the other shape within the mist.

Waving it away with a claw, his eyes widened at what he saw. It was unmistakably Kass, but turned into form fitting of a female Rito. Basically, a complete genderbend: https://static1.e621.net/data/6f/40/6f406d88bd7ef49a651e55e187d44895.png

Kass blinked as she looked upon herself, laying on her knees as she sat up, cupping her own bust. “I…I feel so different and yet…this feel so right.” She covered her mouth before smiling. “And I sound so beautiful! My songs shall be untainted!”

“Be careful. This form does not last long.” Belladonna smirked as he helped Cy’s dropped jaw go back into place. “But if you want it to-“

“It’s fine! I’d like to experience both forms time to time.” Kass assured before looking to Cy’s rising cock, her blush increasing. “Cy…to seal the fact that you may become my male nestmate…would you…even if nothing comes out of it…” She laid on her side, lifting a leg up. “Breed me?”

Cy blinked before he grabbed one of those legs by the talon and used his blaster to warm those breasts, his cock-tip against that pussy. “You simply drive me wild, yes. We should go travel to what remains of Hell when this is over. Course, that might be sub-optimal, considering the rest of my kind is-GRARGH?!”

He felt his balls getting licked by a just-as-horny Belladonna, her claws massaging them while she pressed her pussy to that leg. “Apologies, my lord…you may breed me another time after I’ve proven my loyalty. For now…stuff this bird~”

Cy didn’t need to be told twice, as the demonic lug pressed his entire cock into that pussy, making Kass let out a high-pitched squawk. “AAAAAH! This…it’s so huge! It’s better than shoving it in my aaaaaaaaass!” She cried out, her feathers against the ground as she arched her back upwards.

Belladonna found it difficult to lick those swinging balls, though it aroused her to no end to watch them slap against that bubbly ass, the cock moving in and out with both fem-cum and its own pre-nut dangling in strands. She decided to try something out, moving to Kass’ back and clutching one of her boobs.

While kneading that nipple with her claw, she moved her other claw to finger that moving rump, shoving almost her whole hand into it, stimulating double-penetration. “GAH! It’s…it’s so much! All at once!” Kass breathed hotly as Cy rammed his barbs further, his cock-tip already shooting hot steamy cum into that womb at a slow pace.

The demons had their way with her, with Belladonna humping her pussy against the tail-feathers in the midst of fisting her, while her tail teased that clit. That pussy continued to squeeze that cock, attempting to milk it as much as it could. Kass’ feminine side was coming to the forefront and everybody would know it.

They moaned and panted into the night, lost in a sea of demonic debauchery…while the Mask, in the form of the moon, watched and licked his lips at the sight. “You don’t get this on television…’less you’re on cable.”

Part 12: The Fifth Day

Suffice to say, the very next day, Kass was back in male form, but with a shake in his legs. It was hard for him to stand, but he just kept playing his instrument, humming a happy melody as he and his companions traveled through a flowery field, exchanging stories.

“So, after making the first uncontrollable prototype, what do those fools do? They make a SECOND one they can’t control!” Cy laughed alongside his demonic compatriot, who had grown in thickness thanks to a succubus milk jar.

“Humans will do ANYTHING to gain power! Even if it means abandoning common sense to do so.” Belladonna said.

“I don’t know. They’re capable of many great things…but they did make their fair share of mistakes back in my world, so they’re not perfect.” Kass said. “By the way…am I going to be laying eggs or having the urge to do so after that?” He asked.

“Not that I know of, but you make it sound like it’s a bad thing.” Belladonna teased, while Cy blushed.

“You know, it would be the first time a demon has ever sired offspring from a mortal being, but you know, I’m not EXACTLY one of them. Again. Made in a lab. Yes.” Cy said. “Suppose after this, I could just settle down in this Ruto village of yours. Conquer the most powerful wildlife. Live life away from being ripped and torn into.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea. I’m sure my people will welcome you both with open arms! I hope you don’t mind hostile winds. It’s basically how we all fly.” Kass said before returning to his tune, though it started to sound awfully familiar to Cy. Something with the title of ‘Doom’ and ‘Gate’.

Durandal was also within the field, almost spotted by Kass…and ready to strike. If they just came a bit closer for her blade to cleave all three in twain…

Back to how everybody else was doing. Doc Thur was back in action, still remembering last night’s rather steamy event. Even he was wondering what had gotten into him. “Eh. Still worth it.”

“Yes. Of course it was. For you. Only.” Cleopterix’s eye twitched. “And how, pray tell, is your new mate going to help us meaningfully when she’s too distracted doing THAT?!” She pointed to Zowlie’s current location.

Being part bear, Zowlie was viciously trying to tug a beehive away from Kerbex, the honey within sloshing about and the stings not affecting both of them. “Get your own honey! Or would you rather suck on my dick?! In fact-“

“Fuck right off! I ain’t into your dick ‘n shit! This honey’s mine!” Zowlie snarled back, snapping her beak. As they fought, a passing Arzuros took notice, licking its chops as it prepared to bear down on them (PUN!). And the Death Corp were once again spying, this time on Cleopterix…

Ridley was constructing a fort for himself, hoping to find the body parts of his enemies to build it. Something about ‘sending a message’. He was just about to build the foundation when he heard Dracula’s voice again. ‘Become my servant. You can spread as much death as you want, perhaps even close to victory. Then, when you inevitably face me-‘

“Shut it, grandpa.” He snapped his claws. “You’re only crawling to me because you’ve got no allies. Even then, you’d make the same deal and then inevitably betray them.”

‘You’ve known me for very little and you already know of my intentions. Almost admirable…but know I shall outlive you as I have entire generations of humans.’ Dracula finished, leaving his head entirely.

Blaze, meanwhile, used her speed to rob Hound of his Space Stone, moving quickly to pry it off his wheel in vehicle mode. Looking at it, she could feel the cosmic power within resonate. “Hmmm…I could use this…perhaps to find a way to escape?” She wondered, before tossing it aside. “No. There is too much evil energy in this. Best to leave it to rot here. I just hope that freeloading so-called ‘god’ is actually doing something.”

Sure enough, Ankha was going through yet another trial while Risen Anubis was busy, this time going up against the longsword-wielding madman known only as…The Chooper. No. I did not make that up. Look it up yourself. This guy kept screaming as he tried to stab the villager, only to be tripped by her tail over and over again. “Are you quite done?” She asked her musclebound companion.

“Just give me a second to pose!” Risen Anubis yelled back, holding Gromitz by the throat over a cliff. The beast struggled before managing to slice part of his cheek. “OH, THAT’S IT, BITCH!” With his stab, he skewered the monster before tossing him into the ravine below, ending the fanged beast’s life. “Ah, damn. I forgot. No cameras.”

Ira was peacefully drinking from a river, unaware that some Dragon Essence was flowing through it. He would have felt the ability to breath fire form in his throat before Gromitz’s body slammed in front of him into the ground, a broken bloody mess…and another meal for him.

After all that that, as Ed played around with the Reality Stone while Zero sought out the whereabouts of 2B (while also killing a Gypceros in the process, but that’s common around these parts), the Mask took the initiative to post Ed’s nudes ALL OVER TWITTER.COM!

And somewhere, outside of this Arena where Basky had graciously resurrected Sakaki into her current timeline/universe early, the schoolgirl would be secretly downloading them to her laptop, blushing red. “Ed-senpai…” She said to herself before covering her mouth. “Oh?”

But why were all of those actions stated with no resolution? Well…cut to black.

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Part 13: Intercepting the Great GONGDAMMIT!

All the sudden, Cy and his buddies found themselves on a large pirate ship-like vehicle, traveling through the hot desert sands of another world. The skies were bright and blue, while the only things with them were some cannons, harpoons, and a Dragonator at the front. “Alright. I’m used to teleporting and I’m lost, yes.” The demons said.

“Did I miss something? This is reminding me of the Gerudo people right now. Only, I don’t remember them making ships specifically for the sand.” Kass said as he watched a few dolphin-like crocodilian large beasts burst from the sand and hop up and down. Delex, as they were known.

However, Bellodonna was already up on top of the crow’s nest (flag), spying out several other ships coming close. “We have company! Mann the cannons! It’s time we put these fools out of our misery!” She said as a ship containing Kerbex was coming close.

On that ship, Kerbex was holding off the flames of Ira, Ed running around while Zero clashed his saber with a pirate-hat wearing Mask. “Avast, ye scallywags! You’ll be walking the plank to a…sandy grave. Heh. Even I’m confused.”

Hound was just traveling in his vehicle mode, with Doc Thur and Zowlie having hijacked him, Cleopterix flying overhead. “You bird-brains get off me! I ain’t no desert vehicle!”

“You’ll accept whatever fate comes to you! Soon as we get out of this arid landscape!” Cleopterix yelled from above, arming herself to attack the third ship in the midst.

On there, Durandal had kicked Risen Anubis in the balls, while Blaze and Ankha were trying to shoo away a suddenly sun-resistant Dracula bat with their flames and even a broom. “Wait a minute…” Ridley flew over all three ships, realizing what was about to happen. “Ah, shit. Well, good thing I’m up here and they’re down there.”

A rumbling shook the desert, causing all riding across the sands to shut up and stop what they were doing. “Oh, no…” Ed shuddered, also realizing what this all meant. “Battle stations! Incoming monster attack!”

“What makes you so sure of that, dumbass?!” Kerbex growled before a loud noise, like a whale bellowing, got everybody’s attention again.

The hot desert sands, devoid of most life…

Thirst, hunger, heatstroke…nothing but pure strife.

Something rather large was moving through the sands, causing Hound to nearly veer off-course to avoid the bulge. The rumbling was getting worse too. “We’ve got wormsign!” The Mask cried out as everybody watched.

“Such power…and it’s not the only one!” Belladonna pointed to another bulge in the sand, but the grains were being flung with more ferocity and quicker too.

Beings of tremendous might…their power so vast.

Prepare your tools…or death will come fast.

Suddenly emerging from the sand was a four-legged whale-like beast with massive upward facing tusks and beautiful purple gemstones lining its back. It was the size of a cruise ship, perhaps bigger, as it breached itself above all the ships, showing its majesty and terrible crushing power. Everybody was in awe…

…and then the other beast showed up, just as large, but quicker and looking more ferocious. It was also a quadruped, but with more bony ridges and a massive narwhal-like horn forming the end of its head. That blade nearly smashed through the ships, but it did impale Ed straight through the gut. “See you next-“ He was interrupted as he was dragged into the sand.

Dare to defeat them…or finish dead last.

Soul Mountain Dragon and the Living Battleship

Hallowed Jhen Mohran and Dah’ren Mohran

Intercepting the Great Gong-Monster Hunter 10^th Anniversary

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHzLl29UgnM

(0:00-0:29)

Both monsters breached themselves above, showering everybody with the grains before they landed, causing shockwaves that rocked all the boats and forced Doc Thur and Zowlie onto Risen Anubis and Ankha’s ships respectively, while Hound served and had to transform and grab Cy’s ship by the end.

“Everybody! Concentrate all available fire on whatever those things are!” Zero shouted while Durandal tried to slice away those on her ship still. However, Dah’Ren smashed through half of her ship, requiring her to get to the ruined bit and run across the sand, pushing her ship forward.

“This is humiliating!” She shouted while Ridley just kept to the skies, but eventually having to get into a dogfight with Cleopterix.

Pretty soon, Jhen was on one side while Dah’Ren was on the other, both probably trying to crush all three ships together. “Break their backs! Show no mercy!” Cy shouted before firing his Demo-Blaster, a stream of missiles coming from that arm to strike at Dah’Ren. Meanwhile, Zero was firing charged shots at the Hallowed one.

(0:29-1:03)

Of course, nothing they were throwing at them seemed to be working. To add insult to injury, Jhen fired a horizontal tornado of sand from its gaping tusked maw, causing everybody on Zero’s ship to have lesser aim. “I hate sand! It’s course and-“

“Something tells me we used that joke already! FIRE IN THE HOLE!” Zowlie used her large hands to mold the interrupted Mask into a literal ball and then shoved him into a cannon. Ira lit the fuse with his flames and caused the cannonball to go soaring into Jhen’s head. Dissipating the Mask into particles that would take years to reform, the beast seemed phased.

The Dah’Ren just continued to pester Blaze’s ship, trying to snap at Durandal before Anka got an idea. “Hey, birdbrain!” She grabbed the surprised Doc Thur and rammed him into a cannon. “Ready, Blaze?” Her feline friend nodded, even as the Kigyar screeched in protest. One well-placed shot caused the huge thing to back off when hit in the eye, Doc Thur splattered on him.

However, the Hallowed one slammed into the sand, sending Delex flopping everywhere. Kerbex and Ira began to tear at them as they snapped and slapped around, while Risen Anubis kept his own troubles away from the broken ship he was on.

(1:03-1:36)

It seemed Cy’s ship was spared, but then the Jhen Mohran beached itself on the side of the ship, nearly crushing Kass as Cleopterix and Ridley had their aerial dogfight, eventually landing on the beast’s back. “Prepare the device in the front! Break the beast’s back! Focus all fire onto our foes there!” Cy shouted, unleashing a demo-storm of missiles from his back.

“Very well, my lord!” Belladonna’s claws made sparks against those tusks while Kass did his best to make repairs where there should be some. Ridley had pinned Cleopterix to the monster’s back, but was then stabbed by her spear, dragged through the sand, and flung into the distance, but he still followed.

“All of you shall be buried like this-GAH!” The Dah’Ren Mohran breached itself, landing on top of the other colossal beast and nearly crushing the Skinwalker. All that thrashing, however, caused Ira to fall off of the other ship and into the Jhen’s maw, swallowed whole while Hound rode atop the whale-like thing and onto Cy’s ship.

“Room for one more?” Hound smirked before opening fire with his guns on Cy, forcing the Cyberdemon to unleash his laser blade several times and potentially harm the ship. Belladonna tried to join in, but a flashbang to the face nearly knocked her into the jaws of a Delex.

(1:36-1:48)

As this mayhem went on and the Jhen returned to the sand, Kass had gotten to the front of the ship, pulling the switch down for the Dragonator. “Just a little closer…” He said, while the Dah’Ren busied itself with trying to swallow Durandal.

“Only one rules these sands!” Risen Anubis fired a massive beam from his staff that blinded the Elder Dragon, causing Dah’Ren breath again and crash into another section of the boat, knocking Blaze off into the Jhen’s maw…

Right as it moved headfirst in front of Cy/Belladonna/Kass’ Dragonator. SPROING!

(1:48-2:15)

The massive spinning spike buried SRAIGHT into the colossal beast’s head, destroying an eye and causing the monster to bellow loudly in pain, diverted off course from any ship. At the same time, Hound had been beheaded and fired through several cannons, injuring Dah’Ren in the process and diverting HIM off course.

“Excellent work, yes!” Cy gave a thumbs-up to Kass, whom returned it gladly.

That is, before being shanked from the back by Cleopterix, causing his teammates to gasp. “I sensed the sin of sodomy on you! BEGONE!” She screeched before flinging him in front of Zero’s ship’s cannonfire into the distance, smashing a chunk off of Dah’Ren’s head blade.

Cy just stared at it all, trying to process the loss of a good ally-with-benefits. Belladonna snarled and leaped at her, but nobody was prepared for the volley of fireballs coming from the sky, as well as the balls of sand and rubble sent out by both Elder Dragons, everything slowing down before the impact…

BOOM!

(2:15-2:42)

The resulting explosion caused Ankha’s ship to be completely destroyed, while Zero’s ship began to capsize, but still tread along the best it could. Cy’s ship was on its last legs, with the giant demon holding onto the ropes that were dragged along it, his feet acting like jet-skis. On his shoulder, Belladonna clung. “Look out!”

Another stream of fireballs nearly hit him, Ridley flying above and having partially caused that. “It’ll be more than the hot desert wind you feel!” He roared, avoiding Zero and Kerbex’s fire from behind. What happened was a lot of dodging, as well as the two Elder Dragon’s catching up.

Dah’Ren seemed focused on getting Zero’s ship, Zowlie holding on for dear life while they ran out of cannon fire. Thus, the creature had no issue getting closer and continuously ramming its side into there. Cleopterix was hanging from the side of that ship, her spear wedged in deep.

“That’s it! Fuck this noise!” Risen Anubis had noticed that they were all approaching the very edge of the dune they were on, using his power over sand to finally make a quick wave-like getaway with Ankha on his side, Durandal having to hold onto some driftwood to join in their escape.

And that’s when everybody else realized their ships had gone off some kind of edge. “Bollocks.” Cy sighed.

(2:42-3:16)

With that, the two ships fell down, skidding on the dune while everybody clung to each-other for life. The two Elder Dragons were swimming downward, Jhen raging mad and nearly smashing his tusks into Zero’s ship, while Dah’Ren nose sliced off portions of Cy’s remaining ship wreckage.

“Stay the course! Hold onto something!” Zero unleashed many charged shots still, trying to divert the monsters behind them. “How long does this dune go for anyway?!”

They would all get their answer when they hit the bottom, sending everybody flying into the distance, their ships having exploded into splinters and metal. As they all skidded into a ball of sand across the ground, they all stopped before they looked back to see the Hallowed one coming at them with murderous intent.

“Son of a bitch.” Both Zowlie and Kerbex sighed, while Belladonna tried desperately conjure Hexus and Cy roared while charging up his Demo-Blaster for one last good shot. Zero was doing much of the same, overclocking himself as it got closer and closer, a wall of flesh and bone.

But deep within that Elder Dragon, Ira and Blaze had woken up in the shifting darkess, the whole belly cavernous. Lighting up her finger, Blaze not only saw Ira growling at her, but a bunch of leftover fireworks in that belly. Fireworks that she had suddenly lit up. “Bugger me.” She sighed as Ira’s eyes widened while the fuses all started to light up all at once.

Right before the Hallowed Jhen Mohran could leap at the group, it came to a dead stop, mouth shutting as the eyes widened in shock.

(3:16-3:26)

In an explosion that blew everybody further back, the creature was beheaded, its remains spreading everywhere along with noxious gasses. Ever seen a dead whale explode? It’s basically that, but the pieces fall with more damage. “The beast…it has fallen!” Cleopterix exclaimed while everybody was a safe distance away from it all.

“No. It’s not over yet!” Cy roared, pointing to the other rumbling shape within the sand that was slowing down and breaching itself for the final time.

(3:27-3:48)

Towering over all and facing them head-on was the Dah’Ren Mohran, with Ridely struggling within its jaws. “My wings! You’re breaking my wings, you oversized-WAAAGH!” He was flung to the side, upper half buried in a sand dune. Either way, the monster looked back at the group and let out a roar that shook them all to their very cores.

“This is it! Use everything you’ve got!” Zero finally got to fire his charged blast, tearing a few holes in that rocky armor while Kerbex rammed into the monster’s chest, everybody else using their ranged weapons/abilities. The creature just raised a claw and slammed it down, obscuring itself within the sands.

That is, until it waved its head back and forth, slicing through the air and causing the resulting shockwaves to catapult the lighter fighters away.

(3:49-4:22)

Zowlie shook the sand off of her feathers as she attacked from the back, having been left behind earlier, and staying atop there, slamming her fists into it while the beast thrashed and endured the missile assault from Cy. Belladonna’s Roseslashes were also blinding the beast to Cleopterix’s feathers that she sent out.

Despite that absolute onslaught, it surged forth and nearly crushed them all, moving faster than expected in its fury, almost cutting them down in various swoops. Shaking off Zowlie and biting down on Kerbex, the Cerberus struggled to keep those jaws from clamping shut on her. “Somebody…do something crazy already…” She muttered.

Zero clenched his fist, purple volts surging around him. “ENOUGH OF THIS!” He yelled before being surrounded in a solid black/purple orb, his form changing within and then surging forth, slamming the beast in the chest and causing him to spit out Kerbex.

(4:22-4:33)

Zero, now in his winged Absolute Zero form, pushed his foe into the sky, slashing his claws around while the wounds glowed purple, the monster roaring as it thrashed in the sky. However, Cy decided to add to this by charging up his Demo-Blaster and aiming for both. “Good work, soldier…” He said ominously before firing.

(4:33-End)

The blast went straight through Zero and into the wounded area, causing a mighty explosion that caused pieces of Dah’Ren Mohran to rain from the sky. “TAKE COVER!” Zowlie shouted as everybody scrambled, but they all started to be teleported back, even the still-alive frontal half of the falling Zero.

At last, the smoking head of the beast fell down, ending the battle and the music as well. It had been the most rushed and confusing event of them all, but it was worth it that at least…a few were alive? Eh. But aren’t we forgetting someone?

Dracula had watched the whole thing unfold, knowing that there would be some corpses for him to feed on. Such was a good day, even if it was massively chaotic…

Part 14: The Fifth Night/Replenishment Chaos

The dust (and sand) had truly settled, with both Infinity Stones being lost in the scuffle. Or so anybody thought. Kerbex, a lone wolf of her own right, had found the Reality Stone at random, picking it up and shining it off. “This had better be worth it.” She growled, not in a very good mood after what had transpired.

To her surprise, it caused those barracudas from earlier to form again, swarming over the night sky and attacking a passing Zero and Cleopterix (the former of which was carried away as his still living upper body). “Huh…okay, that’s new.” She admitted, before placing it in her collar. “I might keep you~”

Zowlie was, like many of the combatants, all alone. Cleopterix had already flown without her, obsessed with that WORD of hers and winning in general. “Well…shit.” She squeezed one of her own tits to milk herself some milk, while also applying an air-dropped medkit for herself.

Risen Anubis was trying to make his staff work on the ground in front of him, attempting to start a fire. “Come on…why isn’t anything working out for me?!” He growled before slamming his staff down. “Is this punishment, Ra?! Sekmet?! Ibis?! Or all of you whore goddesses?!” He demanded, receiving no answer.

As if his bad luck couldn’t increase, Ankha was just staring off into the distance, unsure of her so-called idol. He was rude, sexist, and she had a feeling he just wanted to get into her pants. Right now, all she wanted was to go back home. Was that too much to ask? And maybe turn off that damn carnival music she heard in the distance.

Yes…the Carnival of Souls was still in business…beckoning all to join the dance of the dead. One could perhaps see what might have been the stricken corpse of Blaze dancing within the damned crowd, with even Ira’s body dancing with Rachael for some reason, albeit awkwardly.

Durandal still sought out any sort of reprieve, but even her sword was losing its glow after a whole working week of NOTHING. “Goddamit…no pussy, no ass, no damn robot that killed my idiot sister…what the heck am I supposed to do now?!”

“I dunno. Get fucked?” Ridley’s voice interrupted before his tail went right through her shoulder, his talon wrapping around her head and dragging her through the ground. Throwing her through a tree, his tail wrapped around her sword and actually yanked it away.

“WHAT?! But…that’s impossible…only the pure can hold it!” She shouted.

He just chuckled as he examined the weapon. His wounds were apparent, but the Space Dragon took it all in stride. “You might actually be right. So long as it didn’t say anything about pure ‘good’.” He said before watching the blade glow red.

While that was happening (and trust me, we’ll get right back to it soon), Cy was down in the dumps, despite having survived. “Hmph. Let’s recap. One of our own and the one I liked the most has been annihilated, as well as having us being surrounded by those that want our heads more than ever. Actually…that last bit may be a positive.” He loaded his demo-blaster. “Oh, and I’ve been cancelled on Twitter for ‘not having that much of a compelling character arc’. IT’S ONLY BEEN FIVE DAYS, YOU PEASANTS!”

However, Belladonna’s body flung against him, alive, but unconscious. “Nnngh…his power…it’s quite something.” She groaned, struggling to get back up as her claws dug into the ground.

Dracula stepped forth, extending his cape out while Cy roared in his face. “Your weapons will have no effect on me. They are all created by man and demon alike. All of whom I am above!” He boasted, baring his fangs as he prepared to bare down upon both demons.

BUT WAIT! Here comes the part that most people dread or just don’t go to! In fact, Ankha had just gone to bed and Durandal was suddenly alone and without her sword. “Da fuck?!” She shouted.

Because it’s time for the Replenishment Event, where random combatants are thrown into the center of the Arena once more to get involved in either a combat situation or just to grab some extra supplies. This time around, heads would roll. Oh, would they ever.

Kerbex rushed to the center, her Reality Stone glowing as she created more versions of her barking heads to spread fire and death in her name. “Now, this is what I live for! Domination and all of you bitches getting ready to suck my-“

SLASH! Sudden swipes that could be seen hanging in the air for longer than usual happened, ending with Belladonna right in front of her, having moved at the speed of light. “Wait for it…” She purred, smiling evilly before posing before the Cerberus and blowing a kiss. “And that’s that.”

“That’s what?!” She growled, before her cock suddenly slid off of her body and flooded the ground beneath her with lava that flowed from the stump. “MY COCK! AAARRROOOOOO! HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT WAS THE SOURCE OF MY FUCKING POWER?!” Kerbex’s heads lit up in molten agony before erupting like smoke plumes, her lifeless body reduced to powder.

Belladonna snapped her fingers as she turned away. “Should have grinded in a few more levels before facing me. Alright, my Lord. Let us find what we can and…my Lord?”

She turned to see Cy buried underneath a flurry of feathers and the fiends that caused them. The dreaded creatures of Zelda lore that, across timelines, are even feared by Demise’s reincarnations…the goddamned Cuccos. These chickens had already swarmed him and he laid on his belly, annoyed and bruised.

“Dear Belladonna…THIS NEVER HAPPENED.” He raised his claw for emphasis.

“Quite.” She fought the urge to laugh, but she still extended her claws again. “At least we found dinner~” She licked her lips before turning to the screen. “I’m a cat. What did you expect?!”

Zero’s upper body crawled towards the supplies, seeing an E-Cup within the pile. “Gotta…get closer…need repairs…energy…running out…”

“And for the final time.” Dracula, despite being displaced by that strange teleportation to here, couldn’t pass up the opportunity to attack the defenseless robot. True, the event called that he used ‘arrow to the knee’, but honestly, what did you think happened?

Pouncing upon the upper body and avoiding a weak saber attack, Zero’s head was pulled clean off, his life-fluids falling into Dracula’s awaiting maw. “A little rusty…but it shall do.” He said before waiting for the next powerful being to fall. All the more corpses for him to feed on. Maybe even that postulating Risen Anubis trying to get his staff working?

Ridley flew in, roaring as he suddenly turned the place into a ring of fire. He carried Durandal’s sword in his claws, the thing brimming with purple/red energy. “This is the last time I let you all make fools of me! Each and every one of you is going to die screaming before I-I-I-I-I-I-I-IOdijlkDJFLKJFLKSJDFLKDJFLSKJFLKSDJFljfidsjfdsfsdfdsfdf7&$#&@@**@*****(((!(111119191181818181181181-“

His entire body had begun to glitch out, his eyes widening to indicate that he KNEW it was happening and was helpless to do anything to stop it. He kept lagging and going back to the same spot, essentially held in motion. Zowlie noticed as she walked by with several rotisserie chickens in her claws, tilting her head.

“Yeah, but then this happened.” She grabbed his sword from his glitching hands and shoved it into his head, ending his lift as the lag stopped and his shanked body crashed into Kerbex’s ashes, the ring of fire dissipating.

As Dracula contemplated attacking the Owlbear from behind, a ray of sunshine seared half of his face off, causing him to hiss and retreat as a bat. “Finally! I got this working!” Risen Anubis exclaimed. “Fear me, mortals, for the time of reckoning is here! I will not stand idly by as you ignore my greatness!”

That’s when he felt a Molotov break against his back, setting him on fire with ease due to the materials in his jewelry. “Blasphemer…the only god is Plarium.” Cleopterix said pointedly as she flew down softly.

“GRRGH! This is nothing!” He growled. “This fire will fail to even singe one fur on me when I-“ He was interrupted when the avian warrior, in one motion, used her blade to slice his staff clean in half. “…oh….OH NO!” He panicked before the flames consumed him faster, his body quickly reduced to nothing but screaming bone.

Stomping on his skull, Cleopterix stared with hate in her eyes. “They all ignore me…they think of my WORD…my game…my chance to return to the way I was…as a joke. The only joke is the notion they’ll all survive my wrath.” She clenched her fist at that, almost smirking. “Fools. The lot of them.”

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Part 15: The Sixth Day/Night

And so, as this game nearly draws to a close, we bring you events closer together than ever. Full days and perhaps more than that. Yes, this was a short match, in comparison to everything else, but there comes a time when tempers and the will to survive become too great that you can’t drag it out for too many days.

In fact, it seemed fate itself wanted these days to speed up, because the only reason Zowlie would not be with us for the remainder of this whole thing was that she choked on her chicken before the sun rose and died just like that. BRUH.

Dracula was also indisposed, not just because of his injuries, but the sun was too fucking hot again. Like, 2021 summer in Dallas hot. So hot that Ankha was dragging herself through the ground. “Oh, great Ra…spare me…need images of kitty coochie to get through any of it…me-meow…”

Belladonna was perched on Cy’s shoulder, with him still picking white feathers out of various places in his body, even some of his eyes. “I propose that we not just wish back Kass, but I still remember that plan to retire to his world. Take a break for all the scheming and destroying, yes.”

“Same thing, really.” She agreed, shrugging. “I’ve manipulated, cursed, and murdered, but it grows tiresome. One dimensional, even.”

“Didn’t you do what you did out of love for some human that dared dream he become a demon lord?” Cy asked, picking out a drumstick from his maw, having made it out of a cucco.

She just sighed and lazed on his back some more. “The things we do for love…I never said I was too bright. Just a simple demon girl putting all his energy into impressing the wrong man. Worthless pawn, my rear end.” She snarled before looking to see her partner pushing some things into his gun-arm. “What are you-“

“Sending disparaging tweets about Raid: Shadow Legends. Maybe use bad porn pics to bully them into dropping half of their policies. It worked for that Paladins thing that came out.” Cy responded. Sure enough, the two of them could hear outraged squawking in the distance.

As they traveled, Durandal suddenly appeared before them, looking rather haggard, her cock not as erect and her muscles slightly deflated. “My sword…where did it go?!” She howled.

“Should I end her life? I would consider it a mercy killing.” Belladonna asked her demonic compatriot.

Cy briefly considered, his back loading up with missiles, but then the two demons saw, from the woods behind the fallen Legendary she-male, a massive hybrid dinosaur emerge. The behind-half was that of a Stegosaurus, while its body structure and front half was that of a Triceratops. A Stegoceratops, basically.

One that didn’t take too kindly to intruders. Goring Durandal on the side before she had a chance to react, she was flung over to her side, heavily wounded and humiliated. The aggressive herbivore bellowed at the other two demons, but Cy just shot the ground in front of it with a concentrated blast as a warning shot.

It ran off, while the two continued on their way. “In hindsight, I just realized I’ve been VERY relaxed this whole mission going forward. Maybe a whiff of the old aphrodisiac really helped. Yes.” Cy supposed.

The night would come quick in the form of a large storm, dispersing the heat, but leaving it sticky and, yes, very wet. Very intense, even. Our demonic duo was now residing in a cave. The very same cave that Ed and his brief buddies had found, even. “I’m not in a mating mood right now, but…”

“Make yourself at home, yes.” Cy said as he kicked back, his broad chest ripe for the taking. She clung to it, her breasts pushing into the warm bits as she licked his neck, grooming him.

She stopped as she looked at the various cybernetics. “Answer me this…why do YOU personally think of the humans? I think they’re just a gullible race meant for being toyed with at our leisure. You?”

Cy thought for a moment before shrugging. “Personally, I just see them as bags of screaming meat. A byproduct of stronger beings that were just barely tolerated because most turned to ‘religion’ to give themselves meaning or excuses to shoot things. They made for a good power source for my kind’s sake for a while, but…in hindsight, I don’t think we should bother with them too much. Otherwise, we might get…him…again.” He growled.

“Who?” The feline demons stroked his face while his working claw cupped her butt, making her wiggle a bit there.

“The one and only warrior that I’ve ever feared and hated the most in my life. One human that has made all of my kind dread and respect him. I don’t know of his name, but I think his name was…Doom. Simply that. The concept of the end. But I’d rather not speak of him. After all, he DID kill me.”

“As in, send you back to your realm?” She was slightly intrigued, but knew when to back off, almost feeling his resentment at his failure.

“No. Literally send me back to the ether. I suppose I have this game to thank for preventing me form being truly dead and gone. Yes.” He grunted.

Everybody else was having one heck of a bad time. Durandal seemed to be getting weaker and even more unhinged without her sword, knowing her chances of revenge had been dashed, perhaps long ago thanks to circumstances beyond her control. “Need…to kill…will get them…soon…” She snarled.

That is, before the Dune Rollers returned, heading straight for her and forcing her to run. Her tail was burned into ash on the ground thanks to them, but she managed to get away, un-cremated.

Ankha struggled to sleep where she was at, curled away and suddenly affected by strange dreams. ‘You are a product of lust now…nobody cares about you unless they make your body the sole focus…what would Olivia say? She’s just as guilty as you are so…no big loss?’ The strange voice echoed, attempting to get to her that way.

Hard to do against a girl that was mostly shameless, but at least she had it better than Cleopterix. The avian Skinwalker was well aware of those tweets sent and she was finally breaking down, tears running down her beak as she laid under a tree. The pounding rain ensured she’d be grounded for the rest of the night.

“They…they think I’m a joke. Part of a money-grubbing scheme. They say my WORD is nothing more than a cash-grab with pathetic graphics, lazy gameplay, and no investment…no story…I HAVE A STORY!” She cried out before brandishing her weapon. “Whomever sent this BLASPEMY is going to pay! DO YOU HEAR ME?!”

The only one having a good time among the opponents was Dracula, whom passed through Whitewood as the Brachydios of last episode had. Only, because of his demonic heritage, he was spared by the witches that lived there. If anything, they had lost their sacrifice to the Prince of the Night.

Part 16: The Seventh Day/Night

Again, the end is growing closer, but we now take you to the end of the week before all of that. Mostly, we have just glimpses at how far all of those around us had fallen. Durandal was, of course, the biggest example. In her jaws was an oversized stick she painted in ruined berry colors, swinging it around at random.

“They’ll see my power! Oh, they’ll regret even coming near me! Hehehehehaahahahahaaha!” She laughed maniacally, her stick breaking against the stumps she was practicing against, but she could hardly notice it. Revenge and arrogance pretty much ensured she was due for an early fall.

Ankha was still alone in her neck of the woods, but she found it to be rather nice. Nobody trying to kill her and all she could do was wait it all out. She even downed some Snake Oil, such was here growing apathy, but it caused her legs to fuse together into a furry snake-like tail. “Well, this is just FINE, me-meow.” She groaned.

While she struggled to move without much in the way of legs, Cy had brought down one of those Terror Birds from earlier, his blade soaked with the blood of its stabbed body. He began to carve it up, ready to serve it tonight for a good meal.

“FOOOOL!” Cleopterix flew in from above. “One who dares stand against the growing phenomenon of my WORD! The WORD decrees…um…your game is hot garbage! Mine is total perfection!”

“Creature to your right.” Cy waved his hand, disinterested. As if on cue, a Terror Bird grabbed her by the leg and pulled hard enough to break it, causing her to squawk out in pain.

“WHAT?! It wasn’t your turn yet!” She cried out before stabbing her blade forward, only for a few other Terror Birds to surround her.

“Enjoy a visit from your people. Leave some of the corpses for me. Oh, and one more thing…” He narrowed his gaze at her. “Pray we don’t meet again. I still remember what you did…and that I could very much kill you right now. I’d prefer to wait. You don’t seem worthy of my attention, yes.”

That already stung the Skinwalker, even as she had to fend off the pack of prehistoric birds with a broken leg to boot. But what was Belladonna doing? Simple. Being the best demon she could be and dealing with one persistent vampire.

Dracula spread out his arms as he turned into mist to avoid the Roseslashes and claw-swipes she kept using. They were fighting in the cave, away from the sun. “Only holy magic can save you now. None of which is in your disposal.” He said before getting his hands around her neck.

She clawed at him several times, failing to draw blood as his fangs nearly reached her neck. Looking up at the cave’s ceiling, however, she got a plan. With her free arm, she flung one last Roseslash into the ceiling, breaking it and causing sunlight to pour through it. In pain, Dracula lingered away, but that left him wide-open for a kangaroo kick.

The reason Dracula had been able to travel from place to place even during day was that his bat form was more resistant to sunlight, which he tried to take advantage of, despite smoking like bacon. Instead of letting him get away, she sprang forth, slashing him across the wing membranes. “Fall, human! In the end, the darkness takes you after the light!”

He screeched before reverting to normal form mid-air, causing him to fall down a ravine, now a smoldering pile of bones that crashed to the ground…and were soon taken by a lone Astro Zombie as the hours passed into evening. Yes. Those creatures were still around…waiting for their next strike.

The night came, with the vampire’s demise being the only fatality. Cleopterix was standing atop a mound of dead Terror Birds, her beak stained with their blood after feeding on them. Her staff had impaled through several of them at the same time and her mind did not really recover from its hateful spiral.

“They all mock me…my teammates mocked me as well. Those companions were hardly of any help really. Always killing in the wrong way and calling my WORD heedless. They’ll see…they’ll see from whatever realm they were sent to that they were unwise to not make me leader.”

Ankha had also consumed a lot of caffeine, doing her best to keep a lookout after having lost her legs to that Snake Oil. “Just…keep it together…me-meow…” She shuddered, the caffeine really getting to the kitty.

Cy, having already prepared a feast of Terror Bird meat, was cleaning himself in a waterfall, as he found the tribal clothing sent to him via air-drop useless. Either way, he continued to bathe himself, kind of wishing it was the blood of his enemies. Typical demon thoughts.

Belladonna, having already returned from her slaying of Dracula, was watching him bathe, watching that cock freely come out, even though there was seemingly no reason for that. Maybe he knew she was watching, her fingers in her pussy, gladly dragging out the stroking of his cock.

“Breed…breed me…me and that other being…I don’t mind sharing…you are mighty and you deserve it all…your power is balanced by your brain…aaaah…” She moaned, her tongue out as she cupped one of her boobs, imaging his claws squeezing them while that weapon on him warmed her waist.

And we all know how Durandal was doing. Still losing it hour by hour and especially day after day. She was scraping various twigs into nothing, trying to ‘forge’ a new blade. All she got was an air-dropped little hat in the shape of a Pokeball’s upper half.

Needless to say, her next howl wasn’t as loud, as it was strangled by her guttural noises. Getting on all fours and with her cock utterly deflated, she ran into the night, seeking out her sword or just grabbing everything under the sun in a vain attempt to replace it.

Part 17: The Eighth and Ninth Day/Night

Now, we bring you to the final days and nights. Incredibly brief in terms of what happened, so we mashed all four time stamps into one big package as we cap this whole thing off. This had been long-time coming, after all.

Ankha was attempting to find a way to relax, swimming in a lake connected to the ocean. Her serpentine lower-half was doing great paddling through the waves, but she couldn’t shake off that terrible feeling that she was being watched.

No, it wasn’t enemy combatants, but it was the most persistent part of the Arena. The reptilian 50s monster known as the Phantom from 10,000 Leagues. It just watched her pass by, eyeing her hungrily while she stayed around shore.

Elsewhere, Durandal had run into the Cyberdemon, whom just stared her down as she snarled and snapped at him. “What? No speech?” He wondered, extending his blade.

“SWORD! MINE!” She snarled, pointing at his blade. “GIVE BACK!”

“What? This? I’m rather…attached to it, as it were, yes.” He chuckled before stomping his foot forward. “Now, then. Let me put you out of your misery…or, rather, let them. You hardly look worthy.”

Her eye twitched at that, but then she saw what he was talking about. That stomp had attracted some strange creatures recently imported into this Arena by Baskerra. That being the strange green-blooded zombie-like creations of Dr. Lorca of the 70s. Some known him only as the Mad Doctor of Blood Island, to give you an idea.

These horrible beasts, with sharp claws and malformed faces dripping with the green blood, started to surround Durandal. “No! Stronger! Have huge cock! Can-“ She was interrupted when one slashed out her throat in one swipe, causing her to fall onto her back and try to hold back the wound.

Cy just walked away, aiming his Demo-Blaster at the group while they descended upon the fallen Legendary Pokemon. One well-placed Demo-Blast and the zombie-like creations were reduced to charred corpses, while Durandal's body just caved in as it burnt to a crisp.

Belladonna was a bit more proactive in another department. She felt her ears twitch as she heard something fly overhead. That being Cleopterix. That’s when the feline demoness got an idea. “Oh, it’s such a shame nobody wants to hear about this Raid: Shadow Something…if only somebody would spread it as well~”

That stopped the Skinwalker in her flight. “What? Somebody actually taking me seriousl-I mean, YES! The WORD must be spread! We need more YouTubers! More sponsors! More promises of teams being led by said YouTubers even if they don’t stay for long! Do you hear?!”

“Oh, yes…but I am to do so, why not join our own side? Embrace a life free of worry and having to fear ‘sin’. Why not live deliciously as I do?” Belladonna was lying through her teeth, wanting the bird woman dead as much as Cy for her part in Kass’ death.

All she got, though, was nearly getting her head shanked by a dive-bomb. “NO! I…I want to spread…the WORD…but I do not…want to condone…your demonic taint…” Cleopterix was visibly struggling with her need to shill her game and having actual characterization. It was clearly eating her up, so she just flew away without actually killing her target.

The feline demoness blinked before smiling. “Oh, well. I put her at unease. That’s enough for myself.”

That night, everybody, for the most part, hit the sack. Ankha was sleeping in her cave, tired after swimming her troubles away. Belladonna was curled around the failed campfire she tried to make. Scratch that, she was ON the smoldering ashes, finding them relaxing against her skin.

Instead, it was Cy that would see some action. Cleopterix had returned, but she was laying before him, her staff shattered into a million pieces by just a few laser-blades from the large demon. “But how? I was…I am blessed by the WORD. Why? Why do my ancestors fail me now?”

Cy laughed before staring her down. “Listen close. The reason you keep losing…the reason you only got LUCKY with my ally…is that you’re so focused on being a good little lamb for your corporate master that you blind yourself. You remind me of my creators, except they had the common decency to stay DEAD.”

She clutched her talons. “Then what are you waiting for? You have your chance. Slay me, demon! Know that-“

“Save it. I won’t slay you. I’ll just wait until you, I don’t know, slam yourself into the barrier or something. Me and Belladonna have proven more than capable of handling ourselves. In short, I’m wasting my time already…but if this quickens your demise…”

He suddenly grabbed her by the head and, after smashing her several times into the ground, destroying her armor and breaking her wings, he flung her into the distance, her body dropping like a rock. “Surely, this won’t come back to bite me. Yes.”

Sure enough, the next day, it didn’t seem like that was the case at all. It was a day without any incident, with Belladonna just patching Cy up from any injuries he may have sustained from Cleopterix. It wasn’t all that much, so she didn’t have to learn a bunch of new healing spells.

“So, this Dark Lord was essentially betrayed by those he gave life to just because of a simple prophecy?” She asked as they traveled.

“Yes. A self-fulfilling prophecy if you will. It’s as dumb as it sounds and the Makyrs rightly deserved to have their life expectancy halved as we did.” Cy stated, clenching a fist as he remembered the legendary Doomslayer for the briefest of moments.

Ankha was still doing her best to survive and nothing else, though she almost came across Cleopterix in the process. The avian Skinwalker was examining a Shinehorn that had stumbled across her path, looking up at her with cute little eyes and a little baa.

The cat villager gasped as she saw that spear shank into the critter, before being lifted to her beak, torn into messily. Being part hawk, Cleopterix had some messy table manners and little regard for cuteness. It was enough to offset how much of a joke she had been made to look like throughout this whole game.

That night, however, the cat’s luck would run out. While she was sneaking back to her hideout, strange viscous green fluid splattered all over her from behind, soaking her utterly. “What was-“ She turned back, only to come face-to-gormless face with Cy.

“I hope you don’t mind. Because I don’t find you worthy in the slightest, I thought I’d throw some of what Belladonna cooked up back at where we are. I’d explain, but I have better things to do, like sleep. Until then, enjoy whatever this does, yes.” He chuckled before turning back.

She blinked as he just walked away, lumbering with each step before she heard a loud buzzing noise. “It can’t get any worse from here, can it?” She wondered, before a horde of locusts came bearing down on her, attracted to the substance on her.

Unfortunately, in the process of eating it, they tore through her flesh and ate her to the bone in less than a minute. Ankha’s skeleton stood like that, before crumbling into nothing, a locust emerging from the skull’s eyehole before leaving.

While Belladonna got a Spark shoved into her chest, causing her claws to gain metallic/neon properties, Cleopterix’s fate that night was less than pleasant. That tormenting mysterious voice was targeting her now, filling her resting head with doubt. ‘Is this REALLY about shilling a game that many will put down after they get bored and/or their credit cards get spent? Maybe there’s something more you want.’

“Silence…I just want people to know of the WORD…the most innovative game of all time…” She turned in her rest.

‘NOW. Your pride is your vice…and you want people to forget that you never wanted to be a Skinwalker. You want to go back to being ‘normal’. As if that means anything in the crazy world you live in. Oh, wait. Nobody would ever know, because there’s no story where you come from. Only the barest excuse plot in the history of-‘

“SILENCE!” She flung her spear out, slicing several branches clean off. “What do you want?!”

‘You want to be free of being tormented like this? May I have a suggestion…fly to the center. Something was left behind in the scuffle. Something that might help you in the end.’

Cleopterix didn’t trust this voice at all, but deep down, she had been growing desperate. Desperate to find a way to fulfill her mission and, yes, maybe reverse the spell that her people had been put under. Even if it was just for herself that the curse be broken, that would be just fine. But the fact that her franchise had no real story…

…it was enough to eventually drive her to seek out even the darkest of magics.

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Part 18: DOOM-Shadow Legends

Instead of clear skies and the dawn of a new day in this wretched Arena, the Cyberdemon awoke to find himself in a darkened area, with only a single light in the center. He blinked as he tried to peer through it all. “Alright. What is this? You know I don’t like enclosed spaces. Belladonna! We have work to do!”

He was greeted with the sound of a zapping noise and her tail dropping down in front of him before crumbling into nothing. “She ran into the barrier after attempting to claw me down. Pathetic.” A familiar voice spoke.

“You…you are VERY insistent on meeting your end at my claws, aren’t you?” Cy growled before slamming his fists down, letting out a horrible roar as he prepared for battle. “VERY WELL! I’ve put up with your nonsense for long enough!”

But before he could fire a missile or anything, he was struck by that spear across the face. Then another one. Then another one. It felt like there were multiple bird people coming at him with the same weapon. “THIS is my Auto-Button.” She said as she flew down, her other selves still attacking.

Firing a volley of Demo-Missiles from his back again to disperse those fake versions, he looked to the real Cleopterix. Her eyes were glowing red and her spear had the Reality Stone in the center. “Did I mention I was going to cheat?” She asked. “You forced me to do this. You mock the greatest game ever for its so-called ‘shortcomings’? Then…let us fight the way you do.”

Cy just snarled, spitting at her. “Are you sure you want to fight with all the fires of Hell burning within you? Think you can live to the same legacy as the one who ACTUALLY slayed me?! I will-“

“ENOUGH.” She used the Stone to create several more clones of herself from above, all dive-bombing until they stabbed him through the mechanical heart all at once, causing him to miss when it came to firing his Demo-Blaster at full-charge. His four eyes widened as he stumbled, before the real blade stabbed through his head, seemingly ending his life.

He laid there, twitching and struggling to get up whenever some life showed. “Game over. With you dead…my game shall eclipse all those other pretenders. Nobody will have a choice but to sink their wealth into the Shadow Legends. Their opinions will fall on deaf ears! And they will probably put ME in their spotlight! In all of their teams! And I shall be normal once more!”

What she didn’t know is that the last time somebody almost killed the Cyberdemon, they forgot to aim for the part that generated hatred in the brain. Yes, that’s how demons work and this one was building up so much hate that his speech was starting to vanish…and be replaced by white-hot rage.

Red volts surged across his body before it suddenly rose up, flinging her off him before he slammed his fists down, the whole place lighting up and revealing a harsh volcanic environment. Everything from the forests on fire to rocky crags spilling with lava around to the skies being darkened but lighting up the place anyway.

Hell to Pay-Miracle of Sound

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjIVkl34Vig

(All actions correspond with lyrics below)

A brief instrumental followed as Cy got back onto his two feet, Cleopterix looking around very confused. “What? But I felled you… I know I did!” She shouted before seeing her opponent slowly open his eyes…

…and then, as the guitars started up, roar again, the noise causing her legs to tremble and her heart to pound harder and faster than it had ever had in her life. He just kept roaring as the lava around him exploded around. All of that before the lyrics (and a sudden zoom forward from himself) began.

Grabbing Cleopterix by the neck, he threw her over his body, with her regaining air and summoning several more clones of herself. “Destroy him!” She shouted, before he locked and loaded in response.

Rip and tear!

With his jet thrustors, he avoided their strikes, even grabbing a clone and popping its head off like a soda can. Ramming his horns through another, he fired a volley of missiles from his Demo-Blaster. Cleopterix swooped in to stab him from the back during that.

Wake up, I'm a bullet loosed into the heart of a wretched aaaaaage! I breathe just to beat and bruise. An evolution of the burnin' rage.

Instead, he backhanded her and fired a stream of more missiles from his Demo-Blaster, hitting her several times before he rushed forth and unleashed two twin laser blade-blasts, nearly shredding her in an instant. As she skidded across the floor, he almost laughed before slamming his foot down, causing a tower of rock to strike her in the chest.

GONNA GET MINE, GET OUTTA MY WAY! There’s gonna be (GONNA BE)…GONNA BE HELL TO PAAAAAY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

She just sprung back into the sky and created several more clones, each of them spreading their wings and flinging several razor-weathers down on him. He covered himself, but that seemingly led him open for her to create several large spears to crash down onto him. “FALL, ABOMINATION!” They all shouted.

Berserk, I'm a brutal fist; yeah, a lone wolf born and breeeeed! I stand on the bones of titans and my wrath is burnin' lead.

Using his hidden power, he caused walls of rock to form, stabbing through several clones before he slammed his arms down, exploding it into plumes of lava, even as the spears fell down. One clone was struck by a head-on Demo-Blast from his blaster arm before he leaped into the air.

GONNA GET MINE, GET OUTTA MY WAY! There’s gonna be (GONNA BE)…GONNA BE HELL TO PAAAAAY! (Click, click! BOOM, BOOM!)

Using his thrustors, he actually started to use the giant spears as buildings to skid upwards. He swerved and moved around to ruin everybody else’s aim. Firing his missiles from his blaster and using his blade to tear through any who tried to get in his way.

Smashing through another barrier of clones, he grabbed Cleopterix and jumped off the vanishing mega-spear, falling down with her and intending to crush her head when they hit the ground, but she just used her stone to cause them to fall through nothing at all. He still managed to smash her through floating rubble, causing them to free-fall.

Keep rushing and a running, running! The drumming of the buckshot pumpin! Got molten metal in my VEEEINS! (Click, click! BOOM, BOOM!)

Keep rushing and a running, running! A reckoning of lead is coming! I'm kickin in the gates of Hell AGAAIN! Bringer of PAIN!

Cleopterix returned to him just to stab into his chest and smash him into a sturdier floating platform. Biting into one of her wings, he flung her off and, despite his wounds, he let out his power again, causing rock walls to form to trap them there. “Why won’t you DIE?!”

The guitars really went crazy as he unleashed clusters of missiles from his back, destroying the hundreds of airborne clones forming above him while he clashed blades with Cleopterix several times, zooming around and with both creating sparks every time they clashed.

Earthquake on the shores of hell! I will split the plains! Bringer of PAIN!

One of his horns was nearly cut off in the melee before the clones managed to get through the missiles and dive-bomb him at the same time. They all managed to smash him through the platform, landing them in a disjointed world of thrown-away phones, all reflecting the avian’s fears.

Rip it…tear it…pummel into the red…rip it…tear it…

Letting out another roar as he unleashed a fiery shockwave that pushed them all away, he grabbed several in his claw and crushed them, firing just laser-blasts from his Demo-Blaster. He then concentrated it all into a large beam that eradicated many of them, burning them alive as he beat his claw to his chest, challenging the real one…and then kicking her in the beak when she rushed at him.

GONNA GET MINE, GET OUTTA MY WAY! There’s gonna be (GONNA BE)…GONNA BE HELL TO PAAAAAY! (Click, click! BOOM, BOOM!)

Despite how much she was counter-attacking, her spear stabbing him in several areas, he wouldn’t back down, battering her like a ragdoll, even doing it Hulk-style against several clones that she made in haste. Throwing her to the side, he unleashed more missiles form his back.

They all landed around her, but in one final burst of energy, her wings spread out, increased in size by the Reality Stone. She thrust herself forth, yelling like a true warrior. He did the same, rushing with his blade glowing the most hot it ever had. Their blades clashed…and the Reality Stone was sliced right off the spear.

Keep rushing and a running, running! The drumming of the buckshot pumpin! Got molten metal in my VEEEINS! (Click, click! BOOM, BOOM!)

Keep rushing and a running, running! A reckoning of lead is coming! I'm kickin in the gates of Hell AGAAIN! Bringer of PAIN!

The Stone floated in the sky, crackling as reality began breaking down around them. It was fake, after all. Cleopterix fell onto her stomach, looking at her wrecked weapon. “This was not my Destiny!” She cried out before being grabbed by her wings and facing her foe.

“RIP AND TEAAAAR!” The Cyberdemon snarled before ripping those wings off, bloody stumps remaining before he swiped her legs messily off with one wing before using the other to bury into that head, ending her life.

As the song closed out, he hopped back onto a pile of those dead clones and rose his Demo-Blaster into the air, roaring in absolute victory before the whole place was engulfed in energy.

Several minutes later…

When he awoke, Cy found himself back where he once was. In the Arena, of course, but it looked like time had slowed down. Everything was at a crawl, but his injuries were still there. He looked at himself and snorted. He saw them as nothing more than scars to show off. Nothing to get fussy over.

He also looked to the dismembered corpse of his opponent, which had also come with him. “That was something of a fight…but again. Doesn’t hold a candle to my TRUE nemesis. Yes.”

“You know, he DID participate during Episode 5, but we can chalk that up as non-canon. Also, wasn’t this kill supposed to be through Squidward’s music?” Baskerra Hellmane finally showed up right behind him, only for her to nearly get put into a chokehold by that claw. “AH, AH, AH! NO TOUCHIE!”

She used her tails to bind the demon to the ground, trapping him as Cy lashed out, snapping his jaws and attempting to pull away. His savage side was returning before she booped him in the snout.

“Easy there, killer. Guess what? You won! You’re officially the Silverscale Arena’s Ninth Champion!” She winked. “Oh, and you’re welcome, after I saved you from your species’ slow demise.”

That caused Cy to calm down a bit more, but he still narrowed all of his eyes at her. “While I suppose there’s a grain of truth to the fact that I’m still breathing thanks to your dark magic, I would STILL like to never again be a part of this mess, yes.”

She nodded. “Promise! Oh, and don’t worry. Those you grew fond of are already doing fine, depending on how important they are to the canon of their universes. Kass happens to be important so goodie-goodie.” She said. “Now, about that wish?”

Cy managed to stand up when those tails released him, leaning down. “Allow me to be loud, slow, and clear. I not only intend on being sent to where Kass is to live out the rest of my miserable life, but I also wish for Belladonna to come with me. I find her to be…pleasant company.”

“What about revenge against the Doom Slayer? The resurrection of the Dark Lord? The return of Argent Energy?” She asked, thinking of other options to see where his heart stood.

He slammed his fist down next to her. “How about no? I want nothing to do with all of that BUSYWORK. Maybe a rematch with the Doomslayer doesn’t sound so bad, but honestly, I’m just tired. Give me retirement any day.”

“Okay, sure. If that’s what you want.” She sliced open a portal to a grassy open area. No doubt the kingdom of Hyrule and all it surveyed. “Hope you enjoy weapons as brittle as glass and having an energy meter.”

“I’ll take my chances. Good day to you, ma’am, yes.” He said before instantly rushing towards the portal.

With that, Baskerra turned to the screen. “Gotta say, that flew by fast, but I’ve got a vacation to Santa Barbara with my name on it! Don’t forget to send me some feedback, questions for the winners, suggestions for stories, and whatever else you can! Because this series is REALLY blowing up…like my sex-life~”

She had been cooking up ideas to try and spice all of this up, but she had business to attend to. “Until then, good fight and have a good night!”

END OF EPISODE 9