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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Forty-seventh Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

Path of choice:

1) The fast way - 4

2) The long way - 10

3) The dark way - 6

Additional Votes

* Skaeth is up to something - 8

* Shara gangbanged (all-female and all-male both suggested) - 7

* Challenge Jutta to a contest of strength, and the loser submits to the winner - 6

* Get the Valkyries to join the Blue Feather camp (may tie with the vote above) - 10

* Give Kyte to the Valkyries for taming - 1

* Rufus bottoms to Windtooth (his father, the Blue Feather alpha male) - 7

* More F/F scenes - 1

* More M/F scenes - 3

* More non-consensual scenes - 1

* Bring back Goro, the panda heavy - 1

* More smooth-skinned males - 2

* Kyte/Rufus - 4

* Give Kyte her dangly bits back - 6

* Make Kyte a hermaphrodite (tied to above vote) - 3

* Allow Kyte to switch sexes (tied to giving above vote) - 1

* Pairing between Urtan and Jonna (long-term) - 1

* More Hanaro sex scenes (Rufus and Urtan primarily) - 4

* Imogen develops a spanking fetish - 3

* Fix Urtan's throat, let him talk - 4

* Tame Belthin - 5

* Reveal the Warlord's name - 1

* Brief genderflipping for Rufus and/or Rael - 1

Vote Options in Progress

* Urta/Rael/Adel/Rufus scene; family dynamics in action

* The Steampunk Trio start work on sex toys...and use them on Spark!

* Shara and Padmini learning flesh magic and non-lethal skills (sex quite likely)

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

* Share Calanon and Durion with the Valkyries (will take place at the Valkyrie city)

* Spark becoming a size queen/interested in Horse

* Lesage's gradual sexual corruption

* Dominate Skaeth, put the bull in his place

* Introduce a centaur filly, and mare (mother-daughter pairing likely)

Author Notes

Looks like we're going into the woods. Also, sorry again for the shortness of the last entry, but hopefully I can make up for it (somewhat) with the entries to come.

Pathfinding Forty-seventh Entry

"Mmmph!" protested Belthin as her face was almost savagely ground against the smooth-waxed pudenda of the curly-haired redhead, her hands clenching and flexing where they were bound behind her back.

"Don't pretend like you don't know how to do this right," laughed the Valkyrie derisively, one powerful hand holding the dark-haired sorceress easily in place. "C'mon, get to it; sooner you get me off, sooner the others can take a turn, and the sooner you get some food and rest."

Truth was, Belthin _didn't_know how "to do this right." While she'd certainly amused herself with a variety of male suitors, had forced some female prisoners to attend to her needs on occasion, and had even once shared the Warlord's tent (and what an experience _that_had been!), she had never until that moment actually gone down on another full-blooded woman. Still, Belthin was a fast learner, and she recalled quite clearly the training she'd given her former elfpets in pleasing her with their mouths, and soon the redheaded warrior woman was moaning loudly, her hips rising as she lay back upon the ground, fair-skinned thighs spread wide.

Speaking of Belthin's former elfpets, Calanon and Durion were standing on either side of Jutta as the tall, muscular Valkyrie chieftess admired Belthin's presented olive-skinned bottom. The elven boys were wide-eyed as they stroked and caressed the lower parts of the powerful woman, their hands slick with a potent oily potion Jutta had given them to use on her, their careful attentions, skilled from much practice during their lives as slaves, enough to rapidly make Jutta's inner lips grow full and flushed and wet. Their eyes widened even more as they saw the effects of the potion: before the eyes of the elfboys, Jutta's clitoris, which they brushed many times with their skilled, gentle hands, swelled to a sizable erection...and then began to swell more, stretching and distorting until, instead of stroking a woman's clitoris, the two elves were stroking a fully-functional penis, with a set of heavy pink balls swaying beneath.

"Andros oil," Jutta answered the unspoken question of the boys with a grin, before gently brushing their hands aside and taking her own penis in her hand, stroking it several times until it glistened from head to base. "Keeps you hard for almost as long as it lasts, too," she added with a chuckle as she knelt behind Belthin, her strong hand coming down on the sorceress' bottom with a loud smack, leaving a clear red handprint on the bound woman's supple flesh, before she took a firm grip on the sorceress' buns. "Guide me in, boys," Jutta asked with a nod of approval to the two elves.

Hearing andros oil mentioned, Belthin's head started to rise, her eyes widening in panic, only for the back of her head to be seized firmly, her mouth forced firmly back into place; she was no match for these Valkyries in any physical fashion, and without the benefit of her spells with the collar around her neck keeping her properly contained, she was utterly at their mercy. And there would be no mercy.

Whimpering loudly, Belthin couldn't keep herself from struggling as she felt boyish hands guiding a thick, heavy, blunt instrument to the gates of her pussy, but similarly she couldn't break the iron-hard grip of the Valkyrie leader. Her whimpers soon turned to moans despite herself as her former slaves put their mouths to work on her quim, nibbling and suckling her labia and over her clitoris until she was ready to scream! And scream she did as Jutta's hips lunged forward, sinking herself right to the gates of Belthin's womb in a single brutal stroke, the sound muffled by the gushing cunny she was eating out, and matched by the orgasmic cries of the redheaded Valkyrie Belthin was orally servicing.

"Over here, boys," called others of the Valkyries, holding out more flasks of the andros oil, obviously eager for their turns to make use of the newmade penises they'd soon be sprouting. Even Lysha stepped forward, the smooth-skinned black girl eager to take part in the activities of her new companions, more caught up in the moment than harboring any malice for Belthin. Calanon and Durion traded a silly-faced grin, before the boys headed forward, eager to please their new mistresses.

*

"Nothing quite as much fun as twins," commented the Warlord, grinning wide enough o show off all her needle-sharp teeth as she caressed each of the two tow-headed noble boys' bottoms, presented for her use in the gentle shade of her tent. She'd quite specifically chosen her latest target of conquest because of what she'd heard about its ruler and his various excesses. After all, it was far easier to overwhelm a people when their leadership failed to inspire proper loyalty. Without the fear of the now-deceased duke looming over them, the Warlord knew it was only a matter of time now before they would quite smoothly submit. And, knowing what she did about her troops, those that had been taken for their personal pleasure would submit even faster, and eventually quite willingly, though that could take a bit longer, depending on the individual.

A pair of startled boyish cries were elicited from the Warlord's chosen victims as she gently worked a finger from each hand into their tense young anal rings, the oil she'd coated over each digit ensuring these cries soon turned to moans of unwanted pleasure. It was amusing to the tall, muscular, now-naked dragoness to watch the pair, their faces flushed with as much embarrassment as strange, unaccustomed pleasure as she so expertly stimulated their prostates, and the many other tender spots inside as well. Their stomachs resting on soft, cylindrical cushions, the twins dared to glance at each other, sharing a momentary gaze, before they promptly turned away, not even daring to meet each others' eyes for longer than that, fearing the sight of shared pleasure: it was like looking in a mirror, and that was simply too much for either of the boys.

"Silly things," the Warlord clucked at the pair, carefully adding a second finger to each, then starting to twist her digits as she moved her hands forward and back. "It's all right to enjoy it. Probably healthy as well, since it will help you adapt to your new lives just that much faster. Make no mistake, either: this is your new life, the position you'll fill for years to come. Do believe me, though, when I say that you'll enjoy this sort of life a lot more than where you were before." She leaned over the pair, her breath on the backs of their necks making them both shiver. "Now for an important question: who's first?"

Their voices muffled by cloth gags, the twins' eyes widened as it slowly dawned on them what their captor meant. The full realization, though, came far too late for them to do anything, as the Warlord's sing-song voice was accompanied by a tap of her throbbing cocktip on their upraised bare bottoms.

"Eeny, meeny, miny," the tall and supple dragoness said in a voice full of light teasing, even as she left little droplets of precum on the supple curve of each boy's bum. "Mooooooh," she moaned slowly, drawing out the syllable for a most extended period. The boy on her right suddenly stiffened, his brother's concerned eyes fixed on the other boy's tight-squeezed eyed, his heavily-flushed cheeks, his trembling body...right before the Warlord's strong hand started to squeeze a third finger into the unoccupied boy's bottom, thrusting in and out with the same gentle slowness she was giving to each of her steady thrusts, each ending with an impact strong enough to send a ripple through firm, boyish bumflesh.

"Sooo good," the Warlord got out through clenched teeth, before her glittering eyes turned toward the helpless duchess and her lovely daughter, bound to chairs nearby, positioned so that they were forced to watch the slow and very thorough violation of their sons and brothers, respectively. "You've raised fine young men, my dear," the Warlord taunted the beautiful blonde matron, who finally managed to turn her eyes away, blushing furiously as she realized that she'd been watching the defloration of her own sons with rising arousal. "Mmm, so very tight."

Then, with a soft grunt, the Warlord pulled free of one twin's bottom...only to smoothly plunge herself into the upraised rump of the other, making him cry out suddenly, the cry soon turning into a long moan as his eyes rolled back into his head, his penis throbbing visibly, dripping copious precum onto the expensive rug that covered the floor of the tent. Her tail wrapping around the unoccupied boy's cock while one hand wrapped around her chosen cocksheath's penis, the Warlord took her time, savoring each slow, steady thrust as she claimed both her spoils of war with gentle dominance.

"Soon you'll all worship me," she said in a voice of triumph, her hips starting to speed up as she began rutting first one and then the other of her two young prizes. "All four of you will be my willing slaves - forever!"

The young noble girl with the cute, curly golden tresses whimpered through the gag in her mouth, unable to tear her eyes away from the violation of her older brothers. She knew full-well that it would be her in their position in the too-near future. If only her heart didn't quicken so at such a realization.

*

"How does she even fit in there?" asked Rufus, scratching his head as Adel put a cork on a rather large crystal flask.

"She's quite fluid, Rufus," answered the little chipmunk, now wearing her proper armor again as the party finished its preparations to depart, now that dawn was upon them. "Maji can fit into almost anything by squeezing herself down enough. She's only a little less flexible than air."

"That, and I can't fly like an air elemental," the orca elemental chimed in, her voice somewhat muffled from within the transparent flask. "I've always wondered what it would be like, though, being able to be everywhere all at once." She tittered in amusement, then sighed wistfully. "Making love like that would be so very hot, though. Just...being a literal part of the person you're loving."

At the mention of making love, Rael and Adel glanced at Rufus and at Urtan, the broad-shouldered male only a short distance behind his alpha. The mythic fillies, Wisselfleur and Imogen, also blushed at the mention of more intimacy, though Imogen was obviously worse off than her brash hippogryph friend, her embarrassment nearly causing the young unicorn a nosebleed.

"Yeah," said Rufus, not really sure what else to say as he glanced toward the beautiful, black-furred she-minotaur, Jonna, and Hanaro as well, both standing near to him, both with stoic expressions that were obviously perfectly tailored to mask their true feelings. Both were armored, though Jonna's was still a bit battered, even after Rufus' work at getting the worst dents and tears out. After some trading of equipment, Rael was now sporting Rufus' chain shirt, the mail made for the larger male going down to the wolfgirl's mid-thighs, while Rufus now went bare-chested, his shoulders sporting the thick, magically-armored fur cape once used by Belthin. Naturally, Rael had taken this as an excuse to do without her loincloth completely...not that Rufus minded terribly, since it made the view from the rear rather pleasant indeed. "Looks like we're all set," he continued, taking another glance around the gathered companions, seeing that all of them were dressed and ready for departure. "So it's off toward the rising sun we go."

"Not that we'll see it for long," said Urta with a soft growl as she looked toward the ominous woods to the north and east. "I don't like the look of those woods; there's no friends of gnolls there."

"Friends of gnolls are hard to find anywhere," Rufus retorted with a grin, giving Urta's loincloth-clad bottom a gentle, friendly slap. "But you're right: we might run into some trouble if the local actaeon decide they don't want us around. We might talk 'em into being nicer to us if we can convince 'em that we're the ones that drove Belthin's people out of this neck of the woods." He shrugged. "Then again, they may not."

"There are ancient pacts that existed in times past between the tribes of wolf and deer," said Ryg as she stepped forward, resting a hand on Padmini's arm, letting the shapely elephant girl guide her, even though her communion with the air spirits and the long staff in her other hand didn't really make this necessary. "Once, the two peoples were friends."

"Yeah," agreed Rufus as his sharp yellow eyes scanned the woods that were their destination. "Once. These days, though," he shook his head. "There's not enough of us to be an invasion force, though, so I think they might give us some benefit of the doubt...maybe." Then Rufus' serious expression was split by a grin as he shrugged and moved to the front of the line, his daughter scampering before him, unwittingly flashing Rufus with her pert fuzzy tushie. "C'mon," he called back to the others, smirking as he admired Rael's rump. "No sense delaying the inevitable."

Path Choices

Into the woods we go! But how should we proceed?

1) With stealth. Let's do our best not to get the attention of any of the denizens of the forest.

2) With openness. Since we're in their woods, we should probably let the actaeon know we're here.

3) With speed. We don't have time to waste here, so we're not going to stop for anything, and we'll do what we can to avoid any confrontations.

4) With force. We'll show those deerfolk just who's in charge around here! If we meet any of 'em, we'll take prisoners...and make 'em enjoy it.

There is presently a 30% chance of a random encounter while within the woods.