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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Twenty-Second Entry, Part One

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

Cassidy/Shara - 9

Cassidy/Shara/Gnolls - 2

Rufus/Shara/Urtan

Rufus/Kyte

Rufus/Urta - 7

Rufus/Urta/Cassidy/Urtan

Rufus/Ryg/Urtan - 3

Rufus/Lightfoot

Rufus/Ryg

Rufus/Urtan/Horse

Rufus/Shara

Rufus/Goro

Rufus/Urtan - 2

Rufus/red fox (Flit) and blue bunny (Deo)

Spark/Dinah - 11 (general fun also)

Spark/Dinah/Ryg - 5

Spark/Cassidy/Dinah

Urtan/Kyte - 2

Urtan/Lisk

Gnolls/Slavers - 4

Urta/Slavers

(Side fun) Phan/Zane

(Side fun) Little trio voyeurism

Urta/Spark

Rish and Rack/Goro

Bang Kyte...hard and often - 2

Use Spring Wolf Essence - 7

Additional Votes:

* Get Shara to join us - 8

*Recruit Goro - 2

*Goro/Hanaro pairing - 1

*Gendershift some slavers (will find out who in later vote) - 4

* Destroy the crowns of Morpheus - 1

*Repurpose the crowns of Morpheus - 4

* Turn Kyte into a submissive - 2

*Have Rufus nail Hanaro willingly - 3

*Have Hanaro and Urta become a "thing" (new sword for Urta) - 6

*Recruit Phan and Zane - 1

* More information from the High Alpha about current events - 7

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

* More opportunities for non-consensual sex (especially for Rufus) - 4

* Bring Rael with us - 5

* Another Warlord cutscene - 6

* Another cutscene to the girls back at camp - 4

* Give the Sisters of Glory another chance to join us - 3

*Spark/Kaia pairing/breeding - 7

*Test out the strange orb we looted from Praxis - 1

* 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

Be aware, this one is going to be a two-parter, since I discovered I couldn't easily fit all the scenes into a single entry. Feel free, though, to add more of your votes for scenes in as before, and I'll see what I can do.

Pathfinding Twenty-Second Entry

Watching with wide eyes, lying back on his elbows, his legs stretched out, Spark hardly dared to breathe as Dinah crept up toward his erect pink penis, keeping her smooth, perky brown bottom high at all times, waving it this way and that in her eagerness, her green-furred tail arched up over her back, lashing with her excitement. Crouching between his legs, she cupped the foxboy's plump, white-furred sac, cocking her head to the side curiously as she inspected it, then gave it a tentative nibble. When this made Spark whimper softly, she looked up at his face, then smiled as she saw his reaction wasn't caused by pain.

"Dinah wants Spark," she said with a kittenish grin, before she moved both her hands to wrap them around the base of Spark's cock, right above the knot that was already swollen from his sheath, her small hands making the rigid pink shaft look quite large by comparison. Opening her mouth, revealing her cute little fangs for just a moment, Dinah gently closed her lips around the seeping tip of Spark's glans. Tasting him, at first her eyes grew wide, the slitted pupils widening in excitement at the taste. Then, as she started to bob her head, making soft "nom" noises (that were so ridiculously cute they almost made Spark burst out laughing), Dinah's eyelids grew heavy, and she quickly seemed to grow drunk on his precum.

Nearby, Ryg watched with a wolfish grin as she admired the sounds of Dinah's enthusiasm, and openly sniffed at the catgirl's wiggling bum and bare little quim. So caught up in her oral fun was Dinah, she seemed to have no idea that she was flashing everybody else there with her tightly-clasped cunny lips. No idea, that is, until Ryg grabbed the catgirl's booty in her gentle hands.

"Judging from Spark's moans," Ryg said with a smile as she rolled those firm, perky brown globes in her palms, "I'd say it's time to let him cool down a little, and give him a turn to taste you, Dinah."

"Mmm-mmm!" protested Dinah, glancing back over her shoulder at the naked shamaness, making sure to keep Spark's cock in her mouth as she turned her head to look at Ryg, enough to make one cheek bulge out. Apparently it was going to be difficult convincing Dinah to do otherwise - she seemed to really like the taste of cock!

"Silly stubborn kitten!" laughed Ryg as she glanced at Spark's sheepish face, then gave Dinah's tushie a gentle pat before gripping it firmly. "Here, at least let me help Spark have some fun too. It's only fair."

Dinah didn't release her handlock or liplock on Spark's cock, but she did relax enough to let Ryg, gripping Dinah's bum firmly, turn the brown-skinned catgirl around, so that her firm thighs, well-suited for bursts of speed, were straddling Spark's chest on either side, her booty now pointed straight at the foxboy's face. Seeing that Ryg hadn't deprived her of her newest tasty toy, Dinah continued to bob her head happily, making a host of adorable feline noises of pleasure as she did so...right up until the point that she felt Spark's black-furred paws on her upturned tushie.

"Mew?" said Dinah questioningly, almost letting Spark's cock pop free of her mouth. "Mew! Meeeew! Meemmmmfff!"

The overeager catgirl nearly choked herself on Spark's cock, quite willingly, when she felt a smooth, agile vulpine tongue skillfully caress her pouty virgin cunny. Holding herself down, her mouth teasing against the soft, sweet-smelling fur of Spark's groin, Dinah made another host of loud kitty noises of pleasure as Spark did for her, with interest, what she'd been doing for him. The harder he worked his muzzle, until her juices were running down his chin in copious rivers, matting down the fur of his chest, the harder Dinah pumped her head, until the little green-haired catgirl was nearly blacking out with her eagerness to please and be pleased. Then, suddenly, she felt Spark's cock start to throb in her mouth. Blinking a moment in dazed curiosity, Dinah pulled back, staring down the barrel of the tasty foxcock she'd been sucking on, her head cocked adorably to the side.

"Mew?"

Throb.

"Myeek!"

Dinah started, her mouth opening wide, as Spark's cock started to spurt a powerful gush of cum, which splattered all over her face, much of it going right into her open mouth. Instantly reacting without thinking, Dinah popped her mouth back over Spark's cockhead, making a tight seal as she meow-moaned to herself, tasting Spark's delicious semen, her throat visibly working as she gulped down spurt after spurt of tasty mancream. Her cream-coated face had a look of purest bliss as she greedily guzzled down every drop she could, until even Spark's Priapis-poisoned balls were drained...at least temporarily.

"Messy kitty!" laughed Ryg, bending forward to lick cute little Dinah's face clean, while Spark lay, panting, his tongue lolling out, beneath Dinah. The green-haired kittenkin squirmed a little at first, but quickly held still when Ryg clasped her comparatively larger paws on the smaller girl's breasts, caressing and squeezing them gently, moaning into Ryg's soft wolf kisses as she reached out to grip Ryg's own plump, fluffy-furred breasts in her smaller hands, just holding them like a handle for now.

Not far off, from the moment Rufus declared it to be open season on all prisoners, the five male gnolls descended in a lusty, spotty-furred body on the bound slavers. Being lusty yet lazy predators, it only made sense that they would choose as their first victim the prisoner who was most afraid of them.

"Nooooo!" whinny-wailed Lightfoot as the black-furred stallion was seized by his long white mane and roughly dragged forward, tossed onto his face, his rump hiked up, before his fellow slavers. "Please, we can make a deal! I'll be on your side! I'll...I'll be your slave! Just don't...ah!"

The doomed stallion couldn't resist crying out, his body jerking and gyrating, as Rish and Rack greedily lapped at his belly and cock, easily getting him nice and hard with their talented tongues and hands, while One-eye and Horse held their victim down, running their hands over the rest of his naked, muscular body, and Greymuzzle parted Lightfoot's round-muscled, beautiful rump, his tongue almost daintily rimming the helpless male's tailhole. Lightfoot trembled in the grip of the savage gnoll warriors, his voice catching with fearful sobs as they prepared his body for the hours of cruel rape to which he would surely be subjected, all night long, and likely well into the day, and perhaps for the rest of his life should his captors choose to make him into a permanent slave for their amusement.

"Heh," chuckled One-eye wickedly after the helpless male in his grip sank his head to the ground in defeat, giving soft whimpers of fear and defeated submission in a surprisingly high-pitched voice (for Lightfoot's voice raised to a whinny-pitch when he was frightened), reaching out to wrap his fingers around the throbbing, erect cock of Horse. "Looks like we've got somebody you can compare sizes with, Horsey." The leading male gnoll, in Urta's absence, motioned with his muzzle, and Greymuzzle and the twins promptly jerked Lightfoot up onto his knees, his body bathed in a sheen of sweat as his chest heaved in terror and arousal. Tugging lightly on his comrade's cock, One-eye guided Horse to his knees, facing Lightfoot, and then gripped the stallion's penis as well, holding both cocks side-by-side, facing toward each other as he pressed the two males together. Horse's cock touched Lightfoot's belly first.

"Hah!" laughed One-eye, an eager, evil giggle that spread through all the gnolls, making Lightfoot's eyes widen, his lower lip trembling. "Guess it's true, Horse: you're a real stallion!" His wicked gaze fell on Lightfoot, who trembled, shaking his head in silent desperation. "Which means this must be a filly for you to service."

"Oh no..." sobbed the poor doomed male, shaking his head as he was roughly jerked onto his back, Rish and Rack grabbing his legs, forcing them up and apart, thrusting out his nearly heart-shaped, sleek-furred rump, his cock laying, leaking across his trim, washboard belly. "Please, don't do this...please, don't rape me, don't rape me, don't...oh! Oh! AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!"

Laughing in cruel wickedness at the feeble, useless struggles of the helpless stallion, exulting in the expressions on his handsome face, in the desire of all the truly wicked to see something beautiful being broken, the gnolls gripped Lightfoot, holding him down as Horse thrust his cock forward, pressing it against the struggling male's tailhole, giving his intended victim plenty of time to know what was about to happen to him. Lightfoot's eyes widened as One-eye deliberately gripped Lightfoot's flowing white mane, forcing the stallion's head up, making him watch as Horse sank with irresistible force into the trembling male's tense black button, stretching him so very, very wide. With a final grunt, Horse hilted himself, making Lightfoot wail and whinny, his head finally falling back as One-eye released his hair, his cock leaking all over his firmly-muscled belly.

"Rape the slut," sneered the one-eyed hyenaman, moving to where Lightfoot's muzzle was now pointed, and roughly stuffing his cock into the other male's mouth, ignoring his suddenly-muffled protests - or perhaps exulting in them. Horse eagerly complied, and soon the air was filled with wet, meaty slaps of furry flesh on short-groomed furry flesh, and loud-yet-muffled whinnies and sobs of cruel violation as the helpless stallion was spitroasted between the two aggressive males, his cock bouncing and spurting jets of precum with each rough impact of Horse's hips against Lightfoot's smooth, achingly tight buns.

Once they were no longer needed, it took hardly more than moments before Rish and Rack turned, and seized on the next available male. In this case, that was Longhorn, who gave a startled lowing before he was dragged out alongside his comrade and occasional friend, Lightfoot, falling on all-fours. Gritting his teeth as the twins expertly rimmed him, their paws stroking his quickly burgeoning erection, the russet-furred minotaur shook his horned head, as though to deny the strange sensations he was feeling. But there was to be no respite for him, as his whole body tensed, feeling Rack's fingers penetrating him, stretching him open, before Rish's tongue began laving his cock up and down with a will. When the fingers were replaced with a cock, the young bull was too aroused to resist as his hips thrust forward, filling up the greedy muzzle that gobbled down his cock with skill and eagerness.

Not far off, Greymuzzle was resting his head on the red-furred bat, Lish. Lish was turning his large ears this way and that, his mouth open as he gave off a series of supersonic squeaks, keeping himself aware of everything happening around the fire. His beady eyes looked up at the older gnoll, who simply smirked down at the bat, then stepped around, putting his crotch right at eye-level for the bound, kneeling male. His cock was standing at full erection, precum already dripping down its length in his arousal.

"I've heard good stories about what you bats can do with your long tongues," said Greymuzzle, keeping a dominant hand on the top of Lish's head. "Don't disappoint me."

Smart enough to know an offer to take things easy on him when he heard one, Lish promptly opening his mouth, letting his long, pointed-tipped tongue unfurl, stretching all the way down to his chest. This made Greymuzzle grin, then nod in approval, before Lish bent his head forward, dexterously wrapping his tongue around the whole of the older male's throbbing, rigid length, before lightly closing his lips on the very tip. Suckling on the first few inches of thick hyenameat, Lish let his tongue do the rest of the work, pulsing and pumping Greymuzzle's cock up and down with each slight movement of his head forward and back. Greymuzzle was smart enough to know a good thing when he had it, and didn't try forcing the captive bat to go any faster, though he kept his paw right where it was, to make sure the bat didn't back out.

"Ah!" cried out Shara as Cassidy's tongue scooped into her pink cunny, delicately framed in soft white fur. With her tail tied by a line to her neck, her wrists bound behind her back, all four of her ankles cinched firmly together, there was no way the foxtaur was able to resist the quietly aroused, tan-furred bunny. His cunning fingers, well-skilled in the roguish arts, continued to dance over her throbbing clitty, showing astonishing skill as he rapidly picked up his pace, making Shara's jaw tense, her thighs tremble, knowing that she wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer...if she wanted to hold out at all. Her nature as a fox, and a lusty vixen at that, made it almost impossible for her to resist the pleasures of the flesh for long, and her resistance was lowered even more when her lover had some actual talent, as this eager young rabbit certainly did. Mmm, and he had a cute butt, too, she mused to herself, glancing back over her shoulder to see Cassidy's leaf-shaped tail and highly-toned, heart-shaped bottom wiggling in the air as he worked his muzzle against her dripping cunny.

Suddenly, Cassidy forced his fingers into Shara's clenching sex, right when she was on the verge of orgasm, and began to rake his fingertips along the underside of her inner walls. That was all it took, and in moments she felt her tummy tighten, her inner self fluttering like the wings of a bird as a short spurt of clear fluid shot from her pink parts. Shara squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks hot as she squirted - she couldn't help it, and it was always so embarrassing when it happened! Cassidy, though, seemed quite undeterred, his muzzle just pressing all the more firmly against her glistening quim, working his lips up and down with abandon, making her rear thighs tremble as they were squeezed against her white-furred belly. Finally, apparently satisfied for the moment, Cassidy lifted his face, wiping her juices off on the back of his hand as he smiled at her, resting his other arm and then his chin, once it was dry, almost casually on her quadrupedal rump.

"You're cute when you blush," he said in a soft voice, and Shara had to strain a little to hear it. Of course, when she did hear what the bunny had to say, that just made her blush even more, her ears turning down, whiskers fanning out with the heat.

"Is that why you're raping me?" she replied, doing her best to put on a haughty air. Cassidy shrugged at the question.

"No," he answered, making Shara's hindquarters tense, and stealing her breath for a moment in the process, as he used the fingers of his free hand to tease against her tailhole - he'd certainly know she was a tailslut now! "You're just really sexy when you cum. I like watching your face. And other parts."

This made Shara blink, her blush deepening until she was sure she was going to burst into flames. Here she was, a prisoner in the enemy camp - and it had been her camp until recently, too! - with this pipsqueak of a bunny doing the most obscenely naughty things to her girlbits, with the likelihood that she'd be raped by other males almost a certainty after the rabbit was finished with her, if not during his fun...and she was enjoying it. Actually, Shara mused, the situation wasn't as bad as some scraped she'd been in. As a flesh mage, she could pick up the flow of others' emotions if she concentrated a bit, picking up how those emotions influenced their bodies. It was a skill that had to be learned, but it was pretty easy to do once you had the knack for it down. With this skill, Shara knew she wasn't really in any danger here. Oh, the five gnolls pounding some of her former comrades (she wouldn't call them friends) were a lusty bunch, all right, and they'd probably be pretty rough when it came their turn to pound her sexy tail. But it was also obvious that they weren't going to go too far, were actively restraining themselves just a little, enough so they wouldn't kill or permanently maim their victims. They were under the thrall of the she-'yena Urta, and she and they were all under the thrall of the big grey wolf who was presently banging the 'yenagirl good and rough across the fire from where Shara and Cassidy were. Shara could sense the feral heat rising from the savage male, and it made her shudder almost as much as Cassidy's teasing fingers as they continued their work on her exposed pink parts, but she could also sense that the strong male, Rufus she thought his name was, wasn't going to really hurt any of his prisoners. They, and she, might be spoils of war, but they weren't being tortured and they weren't going to be killed or maimed. No, this orgy was for the sheer fun of sex, to let off tensions among his group, and to encourage the submission of their fresh prisoners, not because of any desire to hurt any of them, the goal of most rape. Somehow, this made Shara relax in her deepest parts, where it mattered most, knowing that she wasn't in any real danger...well...unless you counted the danger of pregnancy, that is. The vixtaur could control her body to make sure she didn't get knocked up by bunnysperm for now, sure, but she could tell right away the sexy she-wolf across the way had some serious magical powers of her own, and Shara wasn't at all sure if her magic was up to beating those of the blind shamaness. If mystic push came to shove, Shara was pretty sure she'd be having long-eared kits in the very near future.

Strangely, the thought didn't bother her as much as she thought it would.

Shara's thoughts were rudely interrupted as Cassidy climbed onto her back, his hands reaching around to grip the taurgirl's breasts, cupping them, caressing them. She knew a lot of females weren't all that sensitive in their breasts, and Shara envied females like that. As for herself, Shara couldn't restrain the whimper the bunny's skilled hands dragged out of her as he was so very tender and loving with her breasts, handling them in just the right way, his fingers teasing her plump pink aureoles, then squeezing her nipples only just barely hard enough to make her hind legs tense, her thighs squeezing together as she began to moisten once more.

"You're so mean," she forced out in a needy whine.

"You bring out the worst in me," said the bunny with a smile, making her moan as he kissed the side of her neck, her back arching at the erotic content.

"I'm Shara," she gasped out as he started kissing his way up her jawline.

"I'm Cassidy," responded the bunny, his eyes closed as he nibbled on the tip of her chin.

"I know..." Shara started, intending to say she'd heard Rufus say the bunny boy's name. She didn't get the chance to finish, though, as he kissed her, his tongue sliding smoothly into her muzzle. Shara didn't resist, didn't have the will to try any more, kissing him back with the same passion, their tongues wrestling, hers quite a bit longer and more able to wrap around the rabbit's. She realized suddenly how hard it was to even notice the quiet, tan-furred little rabbit, until it was far too late. Before she'd figured it out, he'd crept in, and seized control of her heart...and other places as well, her quivering cunny reminded her.

"Rogues do it from behind," Shara whispered with a smirk as she broke the kiss. "So...what are you waiting for?"

"Permission," said Cassidy with a gentle smile, which of course was completely belied by one of his hands reaching back and so easily finding her hotbuttons once more, making the vixen start to squirm in her bonds.

"You're raping me, Cass," Shara reminded the rabbit with arched eyebrows, though her dubious expression was somewhat ruined by the way she kept wincing with each spike of pleasure. "Remember? I'm your helpless victim, and you're the savage brute who's going to deflower his maiden prisoner."

"It's a little late for that," Cassidy teased gently, making Shara's inner walls clasp tightly around the two fingers he slid deep into her cunny. "Well, deflowering maidens, that is. But I think I'd really rather you be willing about this. I think I'd feel bad for a long time afterward if you weren't."

"And if I refuse?"

The bunny grinned, and almost immediately Shara cried out, her head snapping back as his fingers did things she was sure were illegal in most civilized nations to her exposed sex.

"I can be very persuasive."

"Bastard!" snarled Shara as she watched Cassidy crawl back behind her, his cute butt rising once more as he moved his face near to her vulnerable cunny, his hot breath on her bits making the taur shudder, her quim and tailhole visibly pulsing and tensing in eagerness despite herself. "Grrr..." she lowered her head slightly. "Okay, you win!"

"You make it sound so horrible," Cassidy said with a soft laugh, even as he slid smoothly to his knees behind her.

"That's because you're a nasty, foul-smelling savage!" Shara shot back with an indignant huff. "A poor innocent maiden like me can't possibly fight off somebody as wicked and depraved as...ah! Oooooh!"

Cassidy's pink cock slid smoothly into Shara's cunny, making her humanoid and tauroid backs both arch. The bunny wasn't the biggest lover Shara had ever taken, certainly, but he wasn't puny either, and she'd trained herself to keep her inner muscles nice and tight. At first, he was gentle with her, taking his time, gyrating his hips to make sure he touched all her little inner hotspots. Mmm, oh yeah, this bunny knew just was he was doing...he'd probably practiced a lot while growing up, pounding cute bunnygirl bottoms. And probably bunnyboys as well, judging from how he knew to handle her tailhole.

But it just wasn't enough! With a feral snarl, showing off her cutely sharp fangs, Shara stopped waiting for Cassidy to take the initiative. She was going to be raped, curse him, and he was going to do it right whether he wanted to or not! Dropping her upper body to the ground, her breasts rasping along the camp's packed dirt, the lusty vixen started to thrust back into Cassidy's own thrusts, harder, faster, grunting with the exertion. She felt his hands squeeze tightly into her trim, almost dainty haunches, fingers digging in until it was almost painful. With a cry of savagery that she hadn't expected from such a quiet little bunny, suddenly Cassidy wasn't holding anything back, meeting Shara's own thrusts with equal eagerness. Her ears filled with the sounds of their rough, wet, messy coupling, and the lusty vixen gyrated against the ground like a serpent, her tongue lolling out in passion-filled satisfaction. Oh, but this bunny was so good!

Cassidy got out a terse warning, and Shara eagerly thrust back at him, hiking her rump a little higher, to make sure she could bear down on him with her inner muscles all the better. With a startled wail, she felt herself cumming again (and she'd already cum so many times...) as she felt thick, hot bunnyseed squirt against her cervix. Oh yeah, that's it, fill me up...mmm, so creamy...huh?

Suddenly Cassidy was pulling out, but when Shara expected that he'd be finished for a while, like most males of her past experience, instead the hot little bunny aimed a little higher, and squeezed his plump cockhead against the tight pink ring of her squeaky-clean tailhole. With a soft 'pop,' he slid into her once more, and his hips began to pump, slowly at first, but soon getting into the rhythm as she began moving against him.

"You're a beast, Cass!" exclaimed Shara, looking back at the seemingly perpetually randy rabbit. Cassidy just grinned.

"That's just how bunnies do it."

Speaking of bunnies, not far off, peeking over the edge of a small cart that had been smashed up by the recent battle, a blue-furred bunny was huddled with his two friends, a freckle-faced gnome girl, and a red-furred foxboy. All three of them were now wearing their goggles...and not a stitch more.

"Fascinating mating study," commented the redheaded gnome calmly, twisting the sights on her goggles to better zoom in. Despite her moist young cunny, she seemed quite calm and professionally distant. This was Midge, young for a gnome, but certainly older than the pair on either side of her.

"Y-yeah," said Deo, the blue bunny, his goggles resting on his forehead rather than lowered. After all, he could see quite clearly what was going on without any need for enhancements. Flit, on the other side, just nodded, licking his lips nervously as he fidgeted, his goggles lowered, making his eyes appear comically large. Both boys were sporting cutely petite erections, as aroused as their friend Midge, but nowhere near as good at being clinical about it. Such it was for teenage boys and their hormones.

Suddenly, one of the Deo's floppy ears tilted backward, as did Flit's, and the pair turned to look behind them, followed shortly afterward by Midge. All three stared in awe, then, at the thick, juicy length of brown-skinned manhood standing unsheathed and fully erect before their wide, inquiring eyes. Those eyes then lifted, to the face of the broad-shouldered gnoll, Urtan, who'd recently led the Sisters of Mercy off to where the other former slaves were now setting up a separate camp of their own...though the Sisters of Mercy were locked up, making them current slaves, rather than former.

Urtan didn't say anything, but simply smiled at the trio, before reaching down with his huge hands. Flit and Deo tensed, their firm, rounded little bottoms clenching as they felt the hyenaman's caress against their soft-furred rumps, while Midge simply continued to look at the gnoll with that same clinical consideration that she reserved for most events, simply curious about what he would do next, rather than apprehensive like her two furry friends. But Urtan didn't take things any farther than that, withdrawing his hands and then putting a finger to his lips. The message was clear: you can watch, but unless you want to get involved, you'd better keep quiet. Making this clear, Urtan stepped past the trio, and advanced toward where his sister was on all-fours, her wrists tightly gripped behind her back by Rufus as he gripped her rump with the other hand, his muzzle busily at work on her juicy bits, luscious sounds clearly audible over the crackle of the fire. Urtan grinned at this, then paused, glancing toward his fellow gnollish males.

Seated not far from the erotic melee, the green-scaled dragon, Kyte if Urtan remembered hearing his name right from earlier, was squirming against his bonds, trying to work his clawed hands against the leather thongs holding him fast. On one side was the burly, stoic older minotaur, Skaeth, who seemed content to await his turn on the rape line like a true soldier, knowing his just due as spoils of war, just as he would do the same as his captors if their positions were reversed, while on the other was the pandaman, Goro, whose face was deeply flushed at this point, his very thick and cutely stubby black erection visibly throbbing with forbidden arousal. Poor panda...Urtan decided he'd try and get the others to go easy on him, at least at first. Then he realized that might not be what Goro wanted at all, and gave a slight shrug - so be it.

Now for Kyte.

The wingless dragonman started as he felt Urtan's hand on his shoulder, and looked up, his eyes wide, his chest heaving with nervous tension.

"Aw no," he moaned softly as he looked down at the gnoll's proud erection. "That's not gonna fit, guy. I haven't had anyone back there in years, and nobody that big. Look, maybe we can cut a deal, huh? I know people, they can hook you up..."

Urtan just grinned. Kyte just gulped.

Path Choices

No path choices this time. Stay tuned for part two of this entry, due later this week!

Oh, and before I close, I wish to draw your attention to this hot oldie from Doug Winger:

http://us-p.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Doug-Winger/OldSaw.gif