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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Twenty-Fifth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

These are out of 19 total votes. Bare majorities carry the day here (10 votes or more).

For New Party:

Rufus - no vote needed

Urta & the gnolls - 17 - Included

Urtan - 18 - Included

Cassidy - 18 - Included

Spark - 4

Marlene - 6

Adel - 14

Ryg - 15

Rael - 18

Dinah - 6

Hanaro - 17

Lysha - 12

Padmini - 13

Wisselfleur & Imogen - 13

Steampunk Trio - 2

Skaeth - 10

Goro - 12

Shara - 16

Crystal - 10

New Party Composition:

Rufus; Urta, Greymuzzle, Rish, Rack, Horse, and One-eye; Urtan; Cassidy; Adel; Ryg; Rael; Hanaro; Lysha; Padmini; Wisselfleur & Imogen; Skaeth; Shara; Crystal; Kyte

Total Party Members: 21

Gendershifted to female:

Kyte - 11

Kyte to herm - 1

Lisk - 10

Lightfoot - 10

Lightfoot to Herm - 1

Longhorn - 5

Randomly Determined - 1

Given to Carver:

Kyte - 6

Lisk - 12

Lightfoot - 14

Longhorn - 10

Additional Votes:

* Side scene: Skaeth challenges Rufus' leadership believing himself to be better and to know where the real money is at. Urtan as Rufus' Beta will not stand for this, and we get to vote on who fights Skaeth for leadership - 1 * Side scene: Spark, Dinah and the Steampunk Trio all have an orgy together - 1

* Side scene: Marlene performs some "heated" diplomacy with the leader of the Blue Feathers, and/or Rufus' father - 1

* Training Rael scenes - 1

* Hanaro and Urta training together - 1 * Shara and Padmini learning flesh magic and non-lethal skills (sex quite likely) - 1

* Wisselfleur and Imogen seduced by Rufus - 1

* Side scene: Preparing our troops for battle, and training - 1

Author Notes

Pathfinding Twenty-Fifth Entry

"No!" cried out Lightfoot, the once-proud, muscular stallion as he struggled against the bonds holding his wrists and ankles tightly to the stone table to which he'd been bound by the furpainted shamans of the Blue Feather tribe. "You can't do this! I'm a stallion! A stallion!"

The helpless male's cries grew steadily more frantic, more high-pitched, while his struggles started to build in intensity as a soft pink glow surrounded his body, reshaping it. Looking down in horror, Lightfoot could see his once-sizable manhood, standing at full erection despite what he might desire thanks to the intensely pleasurable sensations of the transformation magic, slowly decreasing in size, his testicles receding into the cleft between his legs.

"No, no, no," he began to sob, tears coming to his eyes as his penis retreated completely beneath the newformed hood meant to contain it, his balls now forming a pair of plump, flushed black cunny lips, with neatly-trimmed white pubic fur adorning the apex of the newmade filly's perfect pudenda. Breasts, trim and relatively small, thanks to the great muscle and low body fat of Lightfoot before the transformation, heaved as Lightfoot gave a loud whinny, tears flowing down her cheeks as the forced pleasure of transformation became too much, her body arching upward as she came with enough intensity to make the veins stand out all over her lithe black-furred body.

Nearby, two figures were bound to stakes, facing the ritual. One of them, a supple green-scaled dragoness with a yellow underbelly, dangled limply from the ropes that held her tied to her stake, her eyes glazed with the exhaustion of multiple orgasms, her body glistening with ritual oils. The other figure, Lisk, the red-furred bat, had a horrified expression on his leaf-nosed face as he watched two hefty shamans approaching him, knowing that he was going to be next to suffer this ultimate act of domination. As he was seized and pulled from the stake and dragged toward the altar, while other shamans untied Lightfoot and gently lifted the much-smaller filly from the stone table, Lisk cried out desperate, muffled pleas for mercy into the rag gag affixed in his sharp-toothed mouth, all while jerking this way and that, trying to slip free of the grip of the much larger, much stronger males on either side of him. It was all in vain, however, as Lisk's legs were grabbed by other strong hands, and he was hoisted bodily upward, then lowered down onto the altar, his limbs soon securely bound. Gentler hands began stroking his lithe, supple batbody, caressing him with oil, until soon his fur glistened like polished wood, and his modest pink penis had been coaxed from its sheath despite his revulsion at his intended fate.

"Hrr," growled the large, heavily-muscled brown-furred grizzly, Carver, forcing a cry from the bound red-and-white young minotaur on all-fours before before him as Longhorn came, squirting his seed onto the ground and onto his chest as the big bruin slammed his cock home into the handsome young bull's backside. "That's a fine use for prisoners you have there." He grinned down at Longhorn as the young bull looked over his shoulder with piteous eyes, then just chuckled, one hand pushing the younger male's cheek against the ground in a properly submissive position, while the other easily stroked Longhorn to another erection.

"One of the better ones," agreed Rufus as he reached down and gripped Longhorn's 'handlebars,' using them to hold the younger male's head in place as the wolf pushed his uncut cock into his helpless prisoner's muzzle. "Sure beats killing all the time."

Not far off, Marlene was on her knees, her back and bottom pressed against Adel's, as a ring of Carver's most powerful warriors and war leaders surrounded them. At that moment, Adel's little mouth was firmly pressed against the wiry-haired groin of a burly human, his quite sizable shaft almost choking her as the petite chipmunk girl fought to control her gag reflex, one hand stroking another male's penis, while the other worked its fingers in the cunny of a female. Across from her, Marlene had her mouth buried in the shaggy muff of a powerfully-built she-grizzly, who was grinning like a maniac as she gripped the half-elf girl's ponytail tightly, using it to roughly guide Marlene's head and mouth with all the gusto of a male getting head.

'Thank the gods the elven delegation is with Alpha Windtooth and Ryg right now,' Marlene thought to herself as her face was suddenly showered in a gush of juices, the she-bear bellowing loudly as she hit a powerful orgasm that rocked her whole muscular body. 'My reputation would never recover.'

In truth, the diplomatic meetings had started well, and had continued to do so, despite a few tense moments here and there. Marlene had been the one to greet the elven delegation when they arrived, and had taken great pains to coach Windtooth and Ryg on how best to speak with the elves. Eventually, it was decided that Ryg would be the best diplomat among the wolfen, thanks to her blindness - elves didn't have such handicaps, having advanced healing methods to save the wholeness of all but those afflicted by the worst of magical curses, and being in the presence of one with such an affliction, from birth no less, would keep them gently off their guard as they were at once stirred with astonishment and pity. Leta, Morgan, Deriny, and Regina were there as well, their youth acting as a nice balancer to the mix at the dinner party in the High Alpha's tent. And when it was revealed that Rufus' party had saved the ice elven triplets, Pyama, Myama, and Nyama, to say nothing of a young filly of the humanoid unicorns, the elves were even willing to overlook Carver's indiscretions of speech before the two delegations were carefully and tactfully separated.

Carver and his party, naturally, were better persuaded through more coarse means. While Rufus had decided he'd keep Kyte, and might even work at reforming his new dragonslave, Longhorn, Lisk, and Lightfoot had been given to Carver as gifts early on. The lusty bruin wasn't the picky sort when it came to bed partners, and as males or females, the three former slavers were quite attractive. Even more, actually, when they were wearing Carver's slave collars, at least according to the shaggy-furred chieftan, or so he declared as he was using the chain attached to Lisk's collar like reins with one hand while the slim little batgirl's bottom bounced on Carver's cock, his other hand gripping Lisk's slender waist tightly, his fingers big enough to reach almost all the way around the red bat's body. As it turned out, the change in sex didn't change the ability of the new females to enjoy anal sex, which was quite fortunate, since Carver restricted himself to plowing out the bottoms of his three new slaves; he claimed this was because he thought it was bad luck to conceive a child at a diplomatic council.

As for Adel and Marlene's role in all this, well, the barbarian peoples who owed allegiance to Carver weren't the sort who were easily swayed by pretty words, but that didn't mean they couldn't be swayed by a well-trained tongue. It was Adel that had realized this first, as she'd known a few of the diplomats among her own people had been required to do similar things in order to keep peace with neighboring nations, and quickly explained what would be required of them both to Marlene. A matter of weeks ago, Marlene would have stormed right out of the diplomatic session without another word. Now, though, she just opened her mouth a little wider to properly take an especially thick wolverine cock into her mouth, before hollowing her cheeks as she suckled on the savage male's penis, not really minding the strange, wild tang to his precum. Despite what she'd heard about wolverines, however, Marlene was pleasantly surprised to discover that this one was actually quite gentle with her, much more gentle than the she-bear had been, and let her set her own pace.

One rule that both Adel and Marlene stuck to, however, was that they kept their bottoms firmly seated on their heels or on the ground. After all, they'd both just been through a recent birthing, and weren't quite ready for another one just yet.

After that, the compacts were quite easy to reach, even when Carver and the elves were brought back together in the High Alpha's tent. Besides all parties being impressed with such good treatment, it was also painfully obvious that they needed each other, badly. The giants were on the move, after all, coming down in great droves from their hills and mountains and caves, all intent on serving in the army of the Warlord, as their evil natures demanded, for the Warlord was using the old ways, the dark ways, calling out to those with wickedness in their hearts who would answer the summons. Not only that, however, but the goblin hordes were coming from their frigid homes in the Far North and from beneath the earth, the orcs were rallying, all these forces threatening the more peaceful people of the north, especially the herbivore-based beastfolk who lived under the tribal auspices of the actaeons, or deer folk. Even many tribes of wicked humans were being pulled under the banner of Belthin the sorceress, an evil minion of the Warlord who had set up her tower to the east and north of the Blue Feather tribe, and was even now working to overrun the Valkyrie warrior women who had long protected that part of the northlands. Once the Valkyries were crushed, it was well-known, there would be little to stop Belthin from contacting the Warlord, and crushing the developing army of Blue Feather, barbarian bears and humans, and elves between the hammer and anvil of her army and the Warlord's together before the allies could get themselves ready to mount a proper defense.

It was to the ends of mounting such a defense that Leta had decided that she, Regina, Deriny, and Morgan would stay behind. The girls had grown fond of Rufus, it was true, but now they had babies to tend, however fast they might grow up, and there was much need for their skills at that time. Marlene, similarly, decided to stay on, to better soothe relations with the elves, who were well-known for being easily offended by short-lived races like humans and beastfolk. Besides, Marlene had grown something of a crush on Windtooth, Rufus' father, one that his mates Jael and Skysong didn't seem to mind one bit.

Speaking of defenses, Flit, Deo, and Midge, the goggle-wearing trio of red fox, blue bunny, and orange-haired gnome, had decided they were going to help. While the ice elven triplets had decided to go with the elves back to their camp, and from there would head to the northern elfwoods to better drum up even more support among the wood elves of the region, the three young engineers felt they would serve the war effort best by putting their skills as machinists to their best possible use. At first the wolfen had been bemused at the thought that three nonmagical little ones like these three could possibly be of help, while Carver had laughed out loud. The bear had stopped laughing, however, when he saw some of the plans the trio of youngsters presented to High Alpha Windtooth for approval. Catapults? Ballistae? Bolt launchers? A multitude of defensive traps? Plans for building fortifications faster and more efficiently? It seemed like there was no end to the creativity of the three youngsters, or to their energy, for as their plans were approved, they went to work alongside wolfen and bearfolk and humans alike to help make those plans into realities.

Rufus didn't leave the camp without some pain of parting, however. Though Adel was traveling with him once more, which was a great comfort, and he'd handed Kaia, Zane, and Phan over to the Blue Feather wolfen, to let High Alpha Windtooth decide their fate, relieving himself of that pressure at least, Spark had come to Rufus to explain that he was going to be staying with the wolfen camp.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for more adventures just yet," the slim foxboy explained with a sheepish smile as he gently caressed his mandolin with one hand, the other rubbing between a purring Dinah's green-furred ears - Dinah, of course, was staying with Spark. "I know you could use songs on your own journeys, but right now I think these people could use them even more. That, and," he rubbed his breeches-clad bottom a little ruefully, "the sanctity of bards isn't of much protection in these troubled times, I'm afraid. That rather limits some of the use I'd be to you."

"You're always useful," said Rufus, hugging the smaller fox, making sure not to hug Spark _too_tightly, not wanting to hurt his younger friend. "And always welcome." As he broke the hug, then, Rufus winked. "I expect to see blue-furred kits when we meet again, though."

"Or green," Spark rejoined, glancing down at Dinah. The smooth-skinned catgirl, though, just returned Spark's glance with an innocent-eyed gaze of her own. "...or maybe not. But we shall certainly see. And we will meet again."

"Yes," said Rufus with determination. "We will."

Path Choices

There is more than one path into the dark woods and forbidding high hills and mountains where the Valkyries make their home. There is also more than one path to defeating the savage barbarians led by the evil sorceress Belthin. Choose one of the following possibilities for the path that Rufus decides to take with his party. Only the first option you mention in your vote will be counted.

Bear in mind that the primary random encounter at this juncture will be giants and giantkin, such as ogres and trolls. There is a 60% chance of a random encounter when we are between destinations.

A) Perhaps we should get some additional help. Unfortunately, Carver's group and the elves are too busy preparing for war now to be of much use to us, so they aren't options right now. We could go and try to get the actaeon people to help us, though. This would take us a bit out of our way, but then we'd have a small army at our backs, and if we succeed, we'd have two groups to join the alliance, actaeons and Valkyries together, rather than just one.

B) The tower of the sorceress Belthin is somewhat removed from the direct conflict between barbarians and Valkyries, and her forces are most concentrated there, but we could nip this problem in the bud by going there first.

C) Skirt the conflicts we might find, for now, and instead head to meet with the Valkyries before helping them. They are not known to be friendly to males, or to females that subject themselves to males, but this might ensure that they are willing to help us if we help them, which otherwise might be an uncertain thing.

D) Look for the first conflict point we can find, and come to the aid of the Valkyries there. This way, we can impress them before we start asking for their help.