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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Seventeenth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

A - 4

B - 13

C - 5

D - 0

* Use Praxis and the slavers as a bargaining tool with Carver - 3

* Breed Ryg - 9

* More information from the High Alpha about current events - 6

* Have Leta stay with the Blue Feather as a liason - 1

* Information on the state of the North - 6

* Get a cart - 6 - the party will take one from the slavers...if they win

* More opportunities for non-consensual sex (especially for Rufus) - 1

* Bring Rael with us - 3

* Another Warlord cutscene - 3

* Another cutscene to the girls back at camp - 2

* Turn Hanaro to our side - 1

* Turn Dinah, the green-haired catgirl, to our side - 4

* Species to meet and mate - sheep, sheep-dogs, bunnies, cats, horses, cows, chickens, Minotaurs, Centaurs, Humans, Felines, Hounds, Badgers, Otters, Ferrets, Hares, Mice, Moles, Shrews, satyrs, skunks, squirrels

Author Notes

Some reference images for the elephant girl:

https://e621.net/post/show/431497/anthro-big_breasts-breasts-chubby-cleavage-clothed

https://e621.net/post/show/277513/4_toes-ankle_cuffs-anthro-anthrofied-arms_behind_b

Also, for those wanting to know more about the old roleplaying game "Dark Conspiracy," the following two links are provided:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Conspiracy

http://www.darkconspiracytherpg.info/

Personally I found the game mechanics to be a little clunky with gaps at important intervals. The setting, though, was awesome.

Pathfinding Seventeenth Entry

"We...wait," said Rufus after a long pause, filled with the luscious sounds of his tongue working against and very slightly into Hanaro's now-soaked cunny. The hoarfrost-furred male reluctantly raised his head, licking his damp muzzle, and looked around at his companions, all of whom, even the half-tamed gnolls, looked back at him, a similar reluctance in their expressions, combined with a willingness to obey. Some were more grudging than others, of course, but all of them, even One-Eye, one by one, lowered their gaze from Rufus', indicating their submission to his will.

"We'll pick up where we left off, I think," growled the wolfen male as he reached down, picking up Kaia's long, straight sword, his eyebrows raising as he felt the magic within the weapon throbbing in his paw. "Pack up our prisoners, grab what looks like loot you can use, and then get going, quick as you can. Once we're all set, we're going to catch up with that slaver, Praxis. Tonight, if possible."

Rufus smirked confidently as he slid the new weapon into its sheath (far too gem-studded for his liking, of course, but a bit of leatherwork and some dirt should solve that problem readily enough), fixing the sheath to his belt right alongside his short bearded axe, and then began shoveling the bits of Hanaro's armor into a sack. The gnolls quickly started to do the same with the gear of the captive wizard and cleric (being sure to re-gag the pair beforehand), and Cassidy, as it turned out, proved to have a remarkable knack for quick and efficient packing as he gathered up the remnants in a flash. Spark, though rather unhappy at being deprived of his blue-haired foxy treat, did his best to help the tan-furred bunny as best as he could.

As Cassidy and Spark made ready to depart, and the gnolls slid a sturdy spear through the top of the net in which they'd caught Phan and Zane, hoisting the naked, squirming girls onto the shoulders of Horse in back and Greymuzzle in front (the jostling of this movement, incidentally, kept both girls' faces pressed in or very near to quite intimate places, which meant neither of them seemed able to find time to stop blushing), brother and sister of the gnolls took stock much as Rufus had done; now was the time for spoils. Urtan knew what he wanted, and reached down to take it, lifting Lysha's shortspear with ease. The handle was polished darkwood, and it smelled sweetly with linseed oil, obviously well-cared for, and also relatively new, as were most of the things the Sisters of Glory carried - the result of recent successes where sudden wealth had been turned into immediate improvement in gear. That it was a magical weapon, Urtan had no doubt, and he nodded in satisfaction, sliding it beneath the strap of his large hide shield, before slinging it over one shoulder, then lifting Lysha to sling her over the other. The broad-chested gnoll could hardly resist a very slight smirk as he rested his thick-fingered paw on the brown-skinned girl's upturned bottom, stroking her supple-muscled flanks like an equestrian inspecting an especially fine piece of horseflesh. Lysha, for her part, made a great deal of noise and squirmed much at this unwanted touch, though not as strenuously as she might have before Cassidy and Urtan had bathed her body in pleasuresweat only mere minutes before. As for Urta, she snatched up Hanaro's long, curved blade, grinning broadly as she gave the weapon a few practice swings, then nodding in more than satisfaction before sliding it back into its wooden sheath, then fastening it to her back. This, it was true, was a fine weapon indeed. Exotic, perhaps, and quite unlike the spears and bladed clubs and axes the gnollish chieftess was used to wielding, but Urta silently resolved to learn quickly.

As Rufus made the final checks, doing his best to ignore the soft sounds of both horror and arousal coming from Hanaro as Urta, not content merely to take her weapon, began to caress the dark-haired samurai girl's breasts, which proved significantly sensitive, he turned as Urtan approached him. Silent as always, with Lysha still over one shoulder, the noble-faced gnoll stretched out his free hand. In it were held Lysha's bow and quiver. Rufus nodded at the gift, taking the weapons, before turning, and holding them out to Cassidy.

"You'll need something better than your little bow, Cass," growled the tall wolfmale, nodding approval as the teenaged rabbit took the weapon and ammunition with the same solemnity that it had been offered. "Always use these to guard our flanks. Hey!" he suddenly called out, turning just as Urta's muzzle was almost about to wrap around one of the flush-faced samurai's perked nipples. "Don't do that, or we'll never get out of here. Save it for later." His muzzle spread into a grin, which was shared by most of the other members of the party. "After all, we need something fun to do for our victory celebration. Heh, of some_one_, as the case may be." He turned, then, and gently stroked his hand over little Dinah's head, making her perked kitty ears tilt downward as she looked up at him with wide, slightly fearful slitted cat eyes. "Get your stuff together," he growled softly at the little female, then motioned to Cassidy and Spark. "Stick with the fox and the bunny: they'll keep you safe while we travel."

Too nervous in the presence of the big, scary-looking wolfen to say anything, little Dinah just nodded meekly, huddling in Ryg's lap until the blind she-wolfen finally got to her feet, getting the catgirl to hop down to the ground, moving almost as easily on all-fours as she did on two legs. Soon after, the she-wolfen moved to travel with Spark and Cassidy on either side of her, to help her in case she needed the assistance (which was rare, yet much-appreciated when the need did arise), and Dinah gamboling in front.

"Swift and silent," growled Rufus, scooping Kaia over his shoulder, while Urta took Hanaro over hers, after all the captive girls had been gagged to ensure their own silence. "And remember," he added with a slight toothy smirk, making Kaia cry out in indignation as his fingers lightly caressed the dewy lips of her perfectly smooth elven cunny, "we've got quite the victory celebration waiting for us after we beat those slavers."

*

Swift and silent beneath the starry sky was indeed how the journey fared. In their focus on the journey, not even the gnolls did any naughty touching of their very naked captives, as everyone bent his or her will to one thing only: catch the slavers before they could give anyone the slip. As it turned out, this was exactly the push that was needed to catch up with the party's quarry. Naturally enough, a fully-equipped slaving company just wasn't that good at moving quickly, what with wagons and cages and captives to hustle along. Actually, they were about as fast as a typical caravan, and it was hardly a matter of difficulty for a fast-moving band like Rufus' party, skilled in woodlore as well as swift of foot, to come upon the camp of the slavers just as the first fingers of dawn were starting to poke their way above the horizon.

Keeping to the shadows of the woods, Rufus crouched on a knoll overlooking the little camp. He was waiting for Cassidy to return and report, as the small, quiet rabbit had seemed the natural choice for reconnaissance of the enemy camp. Urtan crouched next to him, his face as solemn as ever, and Rufus found comfort in the presence of his laconic friend, knowing that, no matter what, he could count on his brother in another pelt.

"Getting the slaves up already," commented Rufus softly, Urtan nodding every so often at appropriate places, even as both their eyes fastened upon an especially tall, voluptuous person being prodded by some of the dark-clad slaver band. "Huh, that's odd...ah, I see," Rufus nodded, then, as he saw a trio of blue-skinned beauties - ice elves, a subrace of the elven blood almost never seen outside of their frigid arctic realm - forced from beneath a low coverlet under which they had surely lain all night, their smooth skins naked save for the protective covering, then made to march into line with the first beauty to have been roused, a generously-endowed and quite attractive elephant girl, golden bangles glinting in the dawning light from her pierced nipples and dangling between her legs, from what must surely have been a pierced clitoris. "Luxury items," Rufus finally said with a nod. "Praxis hasn't done any serious raiding yet, so all he's got right now are some exotic slaves he's brought from other..."

Rufus trailed off as he saw the other slaves in the group forced from beneath their coverlets. Though there were three attractive youngsters, a fox, a rabbit, and a gnome, and also a tall hippogryph girl with a head like a peregrine falcon, which complemented the appaloosa speckling of her equine lower half nicely, the wolfen alpha's eyes were drawn to the last of the slaves, who was forced to march up at the front of the line. It was a unicorn. She was hardly more than a filly, really, but all the same she was breathtaking in her beauty, her silver-white fur shining in the dawning sun as though it were lit from within, her face and body holding all the sweet, perfected purity of all her kind. The pubescent filly's face was solemn and sad, yet stoic, as she kept her head down, quite unlike the hippogryph girl, who nuzzled the unicorn on the back of her neck with her beak, showing quite clearly that the two were friends, before she raised her falcon's head, sharp, fierce eyes bright with defiance even as she was naked and chained to a coffle.

"Yeah," growled Rufus softly, "not leaving Praxis with her."

Feeling Cassidy's hand on his shoulder (without even hearing the quiet rabbit approach), Rufus and Urtan slid back into the shadows of the woods, gathering the party together for final plans. Cassidy quickly sketched the layout of the camp and its numbers on the ground, while the others crowded around, each doing his or her best to memorize what was seen. Only Ryg, being blind, didn't join the press, and neither did Dinah, preferring to stay nestled safely in the she-wolfen's lap. Nearby, their backs to trees, or, in Phan and Zane's case, dangling from a low-hanging branch, the captive Sisters of Glory waited, bound quite securely to ensure they didn't escape.

"A couple dozen guards," Rufus said, pointing to the marks that indicated their positions and numbers. "Ogres, mostly. Nasty pieces of work. Praxis must be pretty hard to keep them in line. The rest human scum, bottom of the barrel dregs." Rufus glanced at Cassidy, and the bunny nodded before the wolfen continued. "Praxis was around here, but Cass didn't have much time to be sure of it: when he tried to get a better look at the guy in the cloak and hood, he turned to look where Cassidy was hiding, so our rabbit friend figured he'd book it rather than risk it."

Giving everyone some time for all of this to sink in, Rufus then lifted his head to address his team.

"Okay," he said with an eager growl curling under his words. "Here's the plan..."

Path Choices

What brilliant plan has Rufus got up his sleeve?

A) Hit them hard, fast, and ruthless! There's really not much use in taking most of the slavers prisoner: they're not very attractive, to put it mildly, and they're also ruthless killers and scum of the planet to top it off. About the sort of pervy and brutal sorts you'd expect to sign on as slave-takers. In the early dawn light, as long as we strike with the sun behind us, we can take them completely off-guard, with archers firing into them before we close to melee and mow them down like grass. (50%)

B) Arrows from the dark. Might as well blood that brand-new bow of ours. Pretty much everyone has some sort of ranged weapon, so we can just strike from the surrounding woods and rocks and do our best to stay out of sight as we pick them off, one by one. Ryg might even have some magic she can put to use that she hasn't told us about, if we want to ask her to bring it into play. Just make sure we'll well out of range when she does: she might be able to sense things pretty good, but she's still blind. (60%)

C) Subterfuge and strategy. Hmm, well, we do happen to have a number of party members, as well as prisoners, who are quite attractive. Spark, especially, has said that he'd be willing to do just about anything Rufus might ask. We could use that to our advantage, have Rufus, or perhaps Urta with her gnolls for more authenticity, drag a slave or two down to the group to pretend to do business with Praxis. Meanwhile, we can then pick one of the other options to strike at the slavers. (70% chance of working, then adds 10% to another option)

D) Just the slaves. Forget taking down the slavers, we just want to free the slaves. We can make a distraction of some sort, then move in and free the slaves while the slavers are busy elsewhere, and vanish back into the woods like shadows. (80%)

Save Praxis alive: Indicate with your choice if you want to take Praxis as a prisoner. If you do, that is -4% from whichever of the above tactics you select.