Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Thirtieth Entry

Story by Gideon Kalve Jarvis on SoFurry

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#31 of Pathfinding-CYOA

A little peek into what's been going on back at the Blue Feather Pack's camp as they prepare for war, and at some of the sexy doings that have been going on there in our absence. Then, it's back to the tower, with our attempt to sneak inside.


Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Thirtieth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

A - 4

B - 8

C - 8

Split the party (B/C) - 1

Additional Votes:

* Skaeth is up to something - 3 * Shara and Padmini learning flesh magic and non-lethal skills (sex quite likely) - 6

* Training Crystal (making her more combat ready) - 8

* Kyte's submission - 15

* Investigate that weird crystal orb Ryg found on Praxis' body - 5

* Campfire tale for Urta and/or Urtan - 3

* Rufus/Urtan scene, where they finally go at it - 6

* Appearance of Jonna the she-minotaur - 9

Vote Options in Progress:

* Wisselfleur and Imogen seduced by Rufus (Adel included) - 11

Author Notes

Just a little time spent in camp, to catch us up on what's been happening, and get some additional votes taken care of.

Also, since the vote between B and C was an even split, I'm rolling it now: 1-50 is B, 51-100 is C.

And the final roll is: 70. We go with C.

Pathfinding Thirtieth Entry

So, perhaps Rufus hadn't been the sort of man Marlene had really been meant for. She'd had a lot of time to think it over in the intervening weeks since she'd first started out on her adventures, and that time had allowed her to recognize what she did and did not appreciate in a male. After a great deal of consideration, Marlene had decided that Rufus really wasn't her type.

Rufus' father, on the other hand...

The blonde elf-blooded girl made her way through the bustling camp, watching with fascination at how the three separate styles of the three highly disparate races that had come together were somehow meshing together under the powerful, charismatic leadership of Windtooth. Right then, the heavily-scarred Alpha male was barking out orders to a group of tumbling younger wolfen who were tumbling around with several youngsters of other races. With a flush, Marlene saw her own son, the tall, grey-furred male who looked so very much like his father, already sizable despite his youth, but who also had his mother's blonde hair, which he tied back in a ponytail, and her blue eyes. The other children that Marlene's party had birthed, magically enhanced in age until they hit puberty through potent shamanic magic, were there as well, engaged in what looked like play at first glance, the rowdy wrestling and struggling that one might expect from young wolves. A closer look, though, would reveal that there was a very definite purpose to every movement, as each of the participants grew familiar with how their bodies moved, and what they could do, and how they could work with others to take down someone else. Windtooth's occasional calls into the group served to simulate the chaos of battle, as he suddenly changed the composition of the teams, pitting everyone against a single youngster, or made the teams even, or suddenly switched players right in the middle of things. Deriny's child, a smooth-skinned wolfboy, his animal ancestry apparent from his ears and tail, seemed to have a harder time of things due to his lack of thick, protective fur and his tendency to use his burgeoning muscles to handle problems, while Leta's child by Cassidy, a smooth-skinned bunny boy, seemed to be doing quite well for himself, by making the best possible use of his significant lapine agility to avoid being hit in the first place. As Marlene watched, she saw her son glance briefly in her direction, before he started to throw himself into the play-fighting with renewed energy and enthusiasm, despite the hours that the adolescents had already been at it. It made her heart swell with pride at having such a strong, healthy, and handsome son. She decided he must take after his grandfather, whose bed Marlene had taken to occupying most nights, pressed tightly between the Alpha's two official wives, who seemed to have accepted the slim elfblood without complaint.

Not far off from the skirmish-grounds, the adults were similarly hard at work, though with a bit less play and more serious determination to their efforts. Carver, the huge, broad-chested grizzly, was laughing loudly as he shattered his wolfen opponent's shield with his own hefty club, all the combatants having discarded their metal weapons for heavier but less-lethal wooden ones, before he was suddenly piled upon by several more wolfen and a few of his own ursine troops besides, going down in a tumble. The tangle of lashing limbs suddenly burst apart as, with another bellowing laugh, Carver rose to his feet, throwing his attackers left and right as though they were rag dolls rather than battle-ready tribal soldiers. Marlene noticed with a blush that all the combatants were fighting almost naked, and that included females as well as males, the only clothing allowed a loin-binding for the males and a halter for the females, just enough to keep the combatants' bouncing bits from sustaining too much injury or causing distraction in the fight. In fact...there was Lightfoot, Marlene realized with a start, and Lisk as well, and probably Longhorn somewhere in the chaos of the skirmish besides. Apparently the assembled warriors intended to use every able-bodied person available.

A few more paces, and the venue of training changed once more, this time overseen by Skysong and the elven war leader, a surprisingly tall male elf with a serious face and cropped-short, steel-grey hair. It was strange to see a high elf among so many wood elves, but Marlene supposed it made sense in times of war, when at least one of the elven aristocracy should make an appearance. At a closer inspection, though, Marlene's blue eyes widened as she realized who it was that had joined the group: Captain Wintersteel! Among the elves, Captain was the highest military rank possible, for all elves were trained from birth to defend their forest homes, and they had no need of or desire for generals or warlords or others to maintain order in a standing army. For this same reason, only a few were ever given the rank by the seemingly-immortal elven queen in far-off Elfhome, across the sea, on the continent of Autumn Land, elves who showed a special sort of military genius, an ability to find success even in the face of abject failure, victory despite the certainty of defeat. Of those few Captains that were presently alive, Wintersteel was the eldest and the most experienced. He was said to be gifted with a special, savage genius, and to have studied warfare under both the dwarves of the Granite Mountains, locked in their constant battles in the Underdark for the survival of their race, and with the officers of the Iron Throne Empire as they waged their seasonal campaigns to drive back the hobgoblin hordes that rushed down to the south every winter. Now it seemed Wintersteel was about to learn another style of fighting, this time from beastfolk, something no high elf Captain could be said to have ever done before. It was fascinating watching him at work, just observing quietly, letting the grey-furred she-wolfen direct and correct her troops as they drilled in holding ranks, to make use of the discipline so necessary for warfare in far too many situations, and yet which far too many beastfolk lacked. Wolfen, fortunately, had a natural aptitude for following orders and working together, so it was actually easier for them than for the elves standing shoulder-to-shoulder with them. Marlene couldn't help but notice one of the members of the ranks was a red-furred she-wolfen, Adel's child by Rufus. The child was solemn, her face serious as she concentrated on the responsibility of working with the pack, becoming a part of the greater whole. Marlene knew this meant that the youngster showed promise, since she was placed near the front lines, where both Skysong and Wintersteel could correct her when she made mistakes, and could better mentor her, as well as being placed near the elven lines, where she could interact with the other race, and better take in their culture.

Of course, this brought Marlene to the strangest and most unexpected part of the war camp: the engineering section. To Marlene's knowledge, neither wood elves nor wolfen made much use of siege engines, preferring to climb over or burrow under walls rather than go through them, and the burly bearfolk seldom used anything more complicated than a big log as a battering ram. Yet there, right in the middle of the camp, where they and their creations would be most protected, were the three little geniuses that Rufus had brought back after saving them from the clutches of Praxis Venator. The half-elven girl had to shake her head in wonderment as she took note of the spear launchers and catapults and ballistae the trio of goggle-wearing youngsters had already put together, making use of the workers each faction of the alliance had provided to them to finish their work just that much faster. Now, however, most of their contingent of workers were elsewhere, or else training in loading and firing their siege engines as quickly as they could, so they'd be ready when they entered actual combat. This was because Flit, Midge, and Deo were busy working on a very special project, something they'd said they needed to complete on their own.

As Marlene drew near to see what the trio of engineers was up to, she couldn't help but smile to herself as she saw a wagging fox's tail sticking up over the far edge of the massive felled and cleared tree trunk the three youngsters were working on. Obviously Flit was hard at work on...whatever it was they were doing, and Deo was probably right next to him, since the blue-furred bunny boy was seldom more than a few steps away from his foxy friend. Midge was sitting on the bark-covered surface of the massive tree, her little legs dangling over the side, kicking them every so often while she munched on a sandwich, her expression as neutral as ever. Next to her, Dinah was nibbling on a large fish she'd caught that morning in the camp's nearby stream, taking her time to be dainty so as to avoid the bones.

"How is the project going?" Marlene called up to the pair, who seemed to be taking a certain pleasure in looking down on everyone from their high seat, Midge because she was short, and Dinah because she was a cat.

"Nyot bad," answered Dinah, her voice carrying its usual mewing accent. "Nyobody's tried to get Dinah to do dumb drills and practice and stuff like that. Skysong tried, but Windtooth said to leave Dinah alone, that Dinah was the camp's mascot!" Dinah nodded as she added this last, obviously quite pleased with her new position.

"We're also not doing so bad," said Midge, her monotone voice as calm as usual as she lowered her sandwich, before glancing over toward the flagged foxtail by the far end of the log. "We'd be doing better if that other fox would stop bothering us." She shrugged. "He keeps interrupting my train of thought while I'm working."

Oh great. Marlene couldn't help but wince internally, doing her best not to show it externally, as she imagined what Spark was surely getting up to. Fortunately the naughty foxboy had recently sated some of his lust a few days ago, and now had two partners to keep him occupied at night, so he was a bit less likely to be too serious in his flirtations with the three genius teens.

"I'll go and talk to him," Marlene promised, and started to walk over to see about doing just that, her mind calling back to a few nights past, and why she was fairly sure that Spark wouldn't be causing too much trouble right then.

*

"Aaaaaiiiiieeee!" Kaia screamed at the top of her lungs, her full breasts heaving and bouncing as she jerked against the bonds holding her spread-eagled to the soft bed of furs on which she was positioned. "Noooo!"

Spark grinned toothily, his face drenched in Kaia's juices, having gotten so close to letting her finally reach orgasm, only to pull back at the last moment. This was the eighth time that night that he'd gently edged her right up to that precipice, only to let her down suddenly, never quite letting the beautiful blue-haired paladin achieve release. Marlene blushed as she watched, only wearing a thigh-length shift that night, biting her lower lip as she felt Windtooth lift the short garment in the back to slowly stroke and caress her elfsmooth bottom. Marlene was there to try and talk some sense into one who shared elven blood, since the ice elves had long since returned to their homeland, while Windtooth was there to officially accept Kaia's submission if she yielded that night, as he'd been hoping she would for almost two weeks now, or else to sate his rising lust with Marlene in full view of the captive crusader if Kaia proved as resistant as she had on former nights. Marlene had been hesitant the first few times, embarrassed about having an audience to her sex, and a bit guilty about doing it as a sort of additional torture for a fellow elf. After a while, though, she'd had to admit: the sex had actually been better when she'd been performing for the poor, sex-starved captive.

Whimpering softly as Windtooth worked a finger up between Marlene's legs from behind, just starting to work the thick digit into the blonde elfgirl's dewy slit, when Kaia slumped onto the bed, moaning out something inaudible as she turned away from them all as best as she could.

"What was that, Dame Kaia?" asked Spark, using the prisoner's full title as he used a tone of voice that was at once teasing and seductive, something Marlene had only heard Spark be able to use effectively, probably a racial trait of foxkin that he'd perfected through long practice as both bard and general charmer. "I'm afraid we didn't hear you."

"I submit," sobbed Kaia, letting her head flop back limply, her eyes closed in total defeat. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll be your slave forever. Just...just let me cum, please!"

Spark's eyes widened as he heard this, and he glanced back at Marlene and Windtooth. Certainly, he'd wanted Kaia's submission, to make sure she wouldn't come back later, looking for revenge, perhaps with a greater force. But having her offer herself as a slave...

"Do you swear to that, Dame Kaia?" asked Windtooth, stepping forward, his proud animal shaft jutting out from between his legs, dripping with his arousal.

"By the Light, I swear I'll serve you forever!" sobbed Kaia, her body glistening in sweat as she opened her eyes, meeting those of the wolfen Alpha steadily, the fire of hunger alight in those depths. "Just...just free me."

"As you wish," Windtooth said solemnly, before he stepped forward, hooking his powerful paws beneath Kaia's knees, hoisting her legs up and apart as he stepped onto the bed. His muzzle plunged downward, his smooth tongue unfurling, and suddenly Kaia gave a high-pitched wail of ultimate bliss as Windtooth's tongue plunged into Kaia's cunny.

Easily the size of an average human's penis, and prehensile as well, Marlene shuddered as she watched Kaia gyrating on the soft furs beneath her, her entire body going through spasm after spasm of overwhelming orgasm, while the tent filled with the wet, luscious sounds of Windtooth gnawing on Kaia's elfquim like a starving dog on a piece of bloody meat. Having been on the receiving end of the wolfen Alpha's oral skills more than once, Marlene knelt near the foot of the bed, just a little bit behind Windtooth, as her hands went to her own cunny, and she began to frig herself in sympathy pleasure.

Not to be outdone, Spark knelt behind the Alpha and began to gently stroke Windtooth's muscular rump and inner thighs from the rear. Windtooth was just starting to get a bit suspicious of Spark's motives, when the foxkin started to lap and then to suckle first on Windtooth's heavy balls, and then on his veiny purple wolfcock. Thrusting slowly almost straight down into Spark's talented muzzle, Windtooth's own oral efforts on Kaia grew almost brutal, his head thrusting forward until his muzzle's upper jaws was resting on her baby-smooth pubis, his sharp teeth pricking lightly against the blue-haired elfmaid's tender skin. Marlene realized with a start that Windtooth must be licking Kaia's cervix with the same eagerness that Spark had been using on the captive elfgirl's cunny, and more than that, he must have pushed his tongue through Kaia's maidenhead in his eagerness to taste the elfgirl's innermost depths.

Pulling back at last, a deluge of Kaia's sweet elven juices following his withdrawal, staining the furs beneath her, Windtooth started to angle his muzzle a bit lower as Kaia lay, limp and spent, on the bed.

"Untie her," he growled at Marlene and Spark. "My new packslave is going to have a chance to prove the worth of her word."

Packslave? Marlene couldn't restrain her gasp at the word. Surely Windtooth didn't mean to...?

Then Windtooth's muzzle thrust forward once more, slower this time, and Marlene's eyes widened again as she saw his tongue wriggle against Kaia's pristine pink anus. There was something in Kaia's cry of violation as the powerful wolfen pushed his tongue past her sphincter's resistance, and in her subsequent almost childish whining as Windtooth got her rear passage nice and slick and stretched that made Marlene hit a hard, fast orgasm, nearly making her fall over. Thankfully she'd already been on her knees. Seeing Spark quickly untying Kaia's wrists, though, Marlene somehow forced herself to hurry to Kaia's ankles, and before long the former prisoner was freed.

"One of the ultimate acts of submission," Windtooth was saying as he pulled his muzzle back with another juicy slurp, "is anal sex." Saying this, he seated himself on the edge of the bed, and motioned with his muzzle toward his stiff prick. "Seat yourself, packslave Kaia," he commanded with all the authority of one who rules by right of strength and charisma and cunning, rather than merely heredity. "Prove your loyalty to me."

Whimpering as she rose, slowly, to all-fours, her body obviously shaky from her soul-shattering orgasms, the blue-haired elfgirl crawled slowly over to where Windtooth was sitting, the sweat bathing her glistening body dripping onto the furs beneath her. Windtooth smirked at her seeming reticence, and reached out, grabbing Kaia's butt with one huge paw, then turning her so that she was facing away from him, his incredible strength making the repositioning look so smooth and natural. Half-sobbing, Kaia straddled Windtooth's hips, and then reached down to grip his cock near its knotty base, holding it upright as the Alpha leaned back, folding his hands behind his head as he watched, a light smirk on his face. Then, with the cry of a naughty girl being given a spanking, Kaia sank herself slowly downward onto Windtooth's heavy shaft. Marlene watched closely, not even daring to blink, as Kaia's rear hole stretched wider and steadily wider on Windtooth's conical canid cock, losing all its ridges as it was stretched right to the limits, until she came to a stop at his knot.

"All the way down," growled Windtooth, making no effort to assist Kaia in the least as she gave a choked cry of despair. Lowering her head, closing her eyes, then gritting her teeth, Kaia reached down to grab Windtooth's thighs tightly, her firm, visible belly muscles tensing up, as did her legs and bottom...before she started to press herself downward. Her breath catching at the sight, Marlene was awestruck as she saw Kaia's rear rosebud start to open up even wider, impossibly so, as that huge knot started to sink into her. Deeper, then deeper, and then she was at the halfway point...and then pop, and down she went, giving a startled cry as it plunged into her, her smooth bottom coming to a rest on the soft fur of Windtooth's hips.

"Now for the other act of submission," Windtooth said through clenched jaws, obviously fighting now to resist giving into the exquisite tightness of Kaia's rump, his paws looping beneath her legs as he hoisted them up, lying back on the bed. "One only available to females: breed our new packslave, Spark." He licked Kaia's cheek as she sobbed at the realization of what was about to happen. "It's time we had some purple-furred pups around the camp."

"Yes sir," exclaimed Spark eagerly, stepping forward to swiftly cover Kaia, then make her cry out as his cute fuzzy butt dropped, his penis flagging upward, his penis plunging into her yielding depths.

Marlene couldn't rise from her knees as she was engulfed by the wails and moans and other delicious cries of the helpless, doomed elfslave, joined equally by the masculine, bestial grunts and snarls of the two animal people happily pounding Kaia between them. She couldn't resist watching Spark's sexy buns, their white inner parts clearly visible beneath his beautiful fluffy tail as it flagged upward to mark his conquest, his white-furred balls slapping against Kaia's inner thighs and toned tushie and Windtooth's own larger, heavier balls as his smooth pink shaft pistoned up and down with machinelike rapid regularity. Beneath Kaia, Windtooth's own thrusting was slower but more powerful, pulling back only just enough to stretch her anus slightly on his knot, before he popped it back inside, the force enough to make her full breasts bounce, causing her to cry out at the power of the male holding her hips, before he leaned in and began to suckle on the exposed inner part of her neck. Spark was hardly idle with his hands and muzzle, either, for while Windtooth lapped at the tops of her breasts and the side of her neck, Spark handled them with astonishing skill with his long-fingered black-furred hands, getting each nipple nice and perked and hard before engulfing them, each in turn, with his extraordinarily talented muzzle, happily nursing on each plump elfteat.

Suddenly then both males were starting to thrust faster, harder, Kaia's cries growing louder and more frantic as she clawed at the furs beneath her and at the furry chests of each of the males pinning her between them. Marlene cried out too, her juices squirting onto the floor of the tent just as Spark gave a high-pitched yiff of orgasm, holding himself steady for just an instant as the first spurt of his cum was planted deep, deep inside Kaia's womb, before he started moving his hips once more, working to draw out his orgasm for as long as possible. Windtooth gave a throaty snarl as his own peak hit, his final thrusts almost brutal as he pounded Kaia's butt without mercy until it turned nice and red from the force of his thrusts, not a drop of cum escaping around the tight seal of his knot.

With only a slight bulge at the base of his smooth pink penis, rather than a full, true knot, Flit was the first to withdraw, white foxcum leaking down the heavily-breathing elfgirl's inner thighs as she lay across Windtooth's body. It took Windtooth quite a bit longer before his knot softened enough for him to pull free, letting a veritable flood of wolfcum flow out onto his groin and the furs beneath. Both males took time to stroke and caress the exhausted elfgirl's sweat-slick skin, gently handling her, helping her to cool down, to relax now that the storm of passion was past. Then Windtooth glanced over at Marlene, and motioned with his muzzle. Smiling, the half-elven girl crawled up onto the bed to join the wolfen that she was ever-more-steadily seeing as her mate.

"Now we just have to work on Zane and Phan," murmured Spark softly from the other side of the cuddlepile.

*

"C'mon, you've gotta take a break anyway," Spark was saying as Marlene drew near, rolling her eyes as she realized that the foxy bard was anything but ready to be satisfied with what he had. "Besides, it's lots of fun, and feels really good, I promise."

"But...but you're a boy," exclaimed Flit, looking over his shoulder at Spark, the upper half of his body inside the partially hollowed-out far end of the log, the lower half thrust outward, where Spark was casually caressing it, not being too forceful about it, but not pulling away either. "And so're we. I mean, I may not know too much about this stuff, but I know I don't have some things that girls have."

"Silly," teased Spark, and now Marlene could see that his other hand was just as casually caressing the other overall-clad bottom thrust out from the hole in the far end of the huge log, this one sporting a blue-furred bunny tail. "Believe me, there are things that boys can do together that boys and girls can't. And it's not like I'll do anything to hurt either of you, I promise. So, what do you say?"

"A-hem," said Marlene, folding her arms and giving Spark a Look. The foxy bard had the decency, at least, to look abashed, his tail drooping in shame at being caught.

"Oh, um, hi Marlene," Spark answered, trying to play it smooth.

"Don't 'hi Marlene' me," Marlene retorted with a sniff. "Flit and Deo have work to do, and so does Midge, and you're interfering."

"Aw," Spark said with a pout. "You know I'm not trying to hurt anybody. I wouldn't..."

Then he gasped, looking past Marlene to point toward the woods. At first she thought he might be trying some silly ploy to get her to let him get back to his mischief. But then Dinah gave a cry of alarm as well from atop the log, and Marlene finally turned, gasping as well as she saw who was coming out of the woods.

It was four of the gnolls, two of them looking badly wounded, Horse (if Marlene remembered his name right) actually limping and leaning heavily on a makeshift crutch. There was also the new pandaman, Goro Marlene thought his name was, walking with them, and just behind them were two ovida lambmorphs, and a magpie girl wearing a nun's rather tattered habit. In the far back of the group was Crystal, who looked fine for a moment, until Marlene realized that the crystal construct didn't have any arms, jagged stumps all that was left of them.

"What happened to the others?" Marlene said, voicing the fears surely shared by them all.

*

Keeping his mind on the present business was getting steadily harder for Rufus then he'd initially thought. It started when it turned out that it took a lot of effort to bring someone back from the point of death. Rufus found this out when Imogen had shown up at last, her body bathed in sweat from her efforts saving Rufus' teammates, which, of course, just made her white robes cling revealingly to her svelte, willowy body. Being a unicorn, of course, this sort of revealing clothing was actually painful for Rufus if he didn't turn away after a while, but that didn't mean it didn't linger with him for a long time afterward.

It was as though having fewer males in the party were making the grey-furred wolfen alpha's hormones start to go into overdrive. Rufus couldn't seem to keep from watching the sway of Urta and Padmini's shapely rumps, to say nothing of Shara's more exotic quadrupedal gait. It was all just topped off once they reached the tower itself, and Wisselfleur helpfully shot upward to attach a rope at a visible window that looked big enough for all of them to fit through, one at a time. Naturally, the hippogryph filly didn't wear panties under that side-slit skirt of hers, her dapple-speckled grey rump clearly on display at several key intervals.

The cherry on top of it all was Adel stripping out of her armor to make climbing the rope easier. Since Rufus started to shimmy up right behind her, this gave him a first-rate view of the way her soft leathers, which looked so very much like her own fur, it was so close in coloration, clung to her body like a second skin, making it look as though she was buck naked while covering up her dorsal stripe. There was no avoiding staring at that smoking hot callipygian chipmunk butt, and by this point Rufus wasn't even going to try. By the time they all reached the top of the rope, Rufus was having to put most of his willpower into focusing his mind on the mission, but strangely enough, his lust also fueled his desire to appear competent and desirable in front of all these sexy females, and he was able to keep the group together with sheer force of personality, none of them making a sound as they made their way into the tower of the sorceress Belthin.

[Rolled 47 against a 75% stealth chance - we made it!]

The room in which the party now found themselves was rather large, a landing for the stairs leading up and down. They'd been lucky that nobody had decided to use the stairs, or come out of one of the doors on the floor. Hmm, but that just left the question of where to go next, didn't it? Rufus stepped to the fore, his nose working as he tried to see what his heightened senses could tell him. Hmm...well, up the stairs had the scent of heavy incense and sweet perfumes. Downstairs, on the other hand, smelled like something unspeakably nasty, coupled with the smell of pain and long suffering. As for the two doors in front of the party, the one on the left had the pungent smell of brimstone coming from beneath the door, while the one on the right smelled like water, with the faint sound of water sloshing around just barely audible.

Path Choices

A) Upstairs

B) Downstairs

C) The left door

D) The right door