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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Fifty-first Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

A) 11 - deliver our prisoners to the actaeons after we finish our fun

B) 1

C) 8

D) 4

Additional Votes

* Skaeth is up to something - 8

* Shara gangbanged (all-female and all-male both suggested) - 8

* Give Kyte to the Valkyries for taming - 1

* Rufus bottoms to Windtooth (his father, the Blue Feather alpha male) - 9

* More F/F scenes - 1

* More M/F scenes - 3

* More non-consensual scenes - 3

* Bring back Goro, the panda heavy - 1

* More smooth-skinned males - 2

* More Kyte scenes - 1

* Kyte/Rufus - 4

* Kyte/Skaeth - 4

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

* More Hanaro sex scenes (Rufus and Urtan primarily) - 8

* Imogen develops a spanking fetish - 3

* Fix Urtan's throat, let him talk - 10

* Reveal the Warlord's name - 2

* Brief genderflipping for Rufus and/or Rael - 3

* Introduce a female character who's not into Rufus - 2

* NC scene for Rael (Rufus seeking revenge afterward likely) - 1

* Gryphon encounter - 1

* Warlord throws slaves to her feral pets - 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

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

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

Author Notes

I'm getting this out a little earlier than usual because I'm going to visit family for Christmas, and the trip is pretty long. This may make posting a little harder, depending on local conditions, but I will work to keep up all the same.

Pathfinding Fifty-first Entry

For as long as he could remember, Wicker had been forced to do all he could to hide an awful secret. When the young reindeer had been quite young, and just having his first sexual fantasies, his first erections, and his first boyish orgasms, his mind had always idly played back to the times he'd seen others naked. Not other girls, though - other boys, or, more frequently, men, especially his tall, proud father. Quite unlike Wicker, who'd been forced to learn how to be a tough fighter because of how he was always teased about his girlish hips and rump and pretty face with its wide eyes and long lashes, his father was a stag's stag, a powerful and virile creature with a large harem, which he was able to satisfy with ease with a gorgeous, perfectly-formed member well-suited for breeding. Most fawns would want to be like such a father. Wicker, though...he wanted to be like the does in his father's harem.

Among actaeons, it wasn't unknown for some young bucks to choose to take the female's role in their tribal society, but it was considered a deep embarrassment by most tribes. It was because he didn't want to embarrass his father that Wicker had, instead of choosing such an open path, decided to take the rites of manhood, and go out with the latest crop of bachelor bucks from all the nearby tribes, to see if he could prove himself worthy of being a stag. Not that Wicker really wanted to be a stag, of course - he liked does, sure, but he loved stags - but the thought of letting down his father was more than he could bear.

Proud and virile as his father had been, though, Wicker had learned to treat females of all races right from his dad, and it was for this reason that he'd turned away from the wicked actions of the bucks with whom he'd been travelling. Not that he got along with any of them that well, anyway: they were always teasing him, just like the boys when he'd been growing up, and he'd had to work extra hard to keep from peeking all the time (since none of them wore much clothing), for fear of being called any one of a number of horrible names used for those interested in other males.

Now, Wicker was staring up at one of the most gorgeous specimens of masculinity he'd ever seen. The huge alpha wolf standing before him in the middle of the campground, his only clothing a brief loincloth, was a feral brute, a savage creature spawned from the darkness of the primal woods. Despite feeling that Erlend, the lead buck of his little bachelor band, certainly deserved to be pressed down under the broad, massive paw of such a powerful beast...Wicker couldn't help but wish that it was he, and not the older buck, that was blushing and squirming as the shaggy-furred male worked a thick finger into his tailhole.

No! Don't think like that! Wicker jerked his eyes away, lowered his ears against the moans slowly being forced from the proud older buck as the one known as Rufus gradually worked a second finger into Erlend's tailhole, his other hand reaching around to start slowly stroking the sizable length of the dominant cervid boy's shaft. Biting down hard into the gag, his face burning with heat, Wicker hoped that nobody noticed the swelling of his plump white sheath. His eyes widened, though, as he felt a gentle hand caress his fuzzy balls, and he looked down to see white-furred fingers handling him with such astonishing skill, before looking up into eyes that were milk white, obviously sightless, in a face that was strangely beautiful despite its lupine cast.

"You can come with us, you know," said the hoary-furred female, who Wicker couldn't help but notice was only wearing a brief loincloth of her own, her full, furry breasts dangling almost right before his eyes as she started to rub his sheath, coaxing his cock out despite all his efforts to hold it in. "You don't have to stay with these others. Well, except for the one who was your leader, of course - we're keeping him, probably forever." She smiled pleasantly as the blind wolf-woman flicked her thumb over the tip of Wicker's penis, making him shiver. "He'll make a good slave, very obedient and happy in his place, once he's been properly tamed."

"Heh, you're a tight-bottomed buck," laughed the alpha wolf with a cruel voice, drawing Wicker's eyes toward him, feeling those yellow eyes resting on him before he saw them, stared straight into the other male's gaze, his own blue eyes growing huge even as his stubby tail involuntarily popped up, leaving his white-furred inner rump exposed against the rough bark of the tree to which he was bound. "I need some lubrication."

No! No, this couldn't be happening! Despite himself, Wicker's long, slender shaft slid almost immediately free of his sheath, rising to full erection. After he'd heard of what had happened to the prince of his people, he'd had many nights disturbed by the most awful erotic fantasies of what it would be like, to be savagely, cruelly taken by vicious, merciless beasts like wolfen, to beg them for mercy as they stripped you naked and tied you up, only to have them laugh at you with those cruel, harsh voices of theirs before they closed in, rough, brutal paws touching you everywhere...

"Ngh!" Wicker gasped out as the gag made of his loincloth was ripped out of his slender muzzle, before he looked up at Rufus with wide, beautiful ice blue eyes. "Oh no..."

"Oh yeah," chuckled the wolfen as he untied his own loincloth, then jerked it off, letting his brutal, blunt erection spring to its full, meaty length, looking impossibly huge before Wicker's wide eyes. "I may be going to let you go, cutie, but I'm going to get some use out of you first. Now quit drooling over it, and start sucking: if I'm going to tame this former leader of yours, I'm going to need to be extra slick, or I'll tear him in half."

Whimpering out an incoherent yet strangely adorable noise of denial, like a fawn refusing to eat his greens, Wicker turned his muzzle to the side, only to cry out in horror as Rufus grabbed his antlers, tugging the boy's face around. Then Rufus did something ghastly, something unforgivable: he smeared precum all over Wicker's nose, then stroked a good dollop right over the bridge of the reindeer boy's muzzle! For beastfolk, scent was a powerful part of their lives, and for anyone to put their heady-smelling precum on another beastfolk's face like that, it was just like telling the person that you owned them, that you could do anything you wanted to them, and there wasn't one thing they could do to stop you.

Wicker prayed to whatever gods might be listening that nobody noticed his cock throb, dripping copious precum.

Choking back a sob, his clear blue eyes looking up at Rufus with the most adorable "poor me" expression, Wicker didn't resist as the cruel male force-fed the poor boy his juicy, meaty, uncut length, gripping it by the base with one rough hand, before moving both hands to grab tight hold of the reindeer's antlers. Closing his eyes in abject submission, feeling so dirty and used (and loving every moment-no! No, he couldn't!), Wicker did his best to fight back his gag reflex as the powerful male dominated him, raping the boy's pretty face nice and slow, taking his time, letting Wicker get a good taste of the thick, potent precum that soon coated his tongue and spurted against the back of his throat.

Grunting with satisfaction, Rufus suddenly jerked his cock free of Wicker's muzzle, leaving another spurt of pre on the boy's nose.

"Not bad," he chuckled darkly, before stroking his cock some more, carefully milking out a generous dose right onto his own loincloth, held in his other hand. "You almost made me pop there, kid." He grinned toothily, gripped Wicker's jaw with one big hand, forcing the boy's mouth open. "Here, let me give you a gift in return."

"Oh no..." Wicker whimpered, only to have his words muffled by Rufus' strong-smelling loincloth, shoved into his muzzle, replacing the gag that had been removed before. Despite himself, Wicker couldn't stop his hips from arching forward, giving a pitiful sob as he spurted a healthy jet of his own precum out onto the tamped-down grass of the clearing. His eyes rose to accuse the cruel male that had abused him so, but only met with Rufus' back and beautiful rump and heavy, potent sac as the wolf walked away, back toward where Erlend was being roughly held in place on all-fours, rump high, head down, by a broad-shouldered gnoll whose meaty, juicy brown cock was standing almost straight out from his sheath, looking so very plump and delicious-stop that! Don't think like that!

"It's okay," said the blind she-wolf's soothing voice as her gentle hand stroked Wicker's stomach. "It's all right. Don't be ashamed, young one. Among our band, there is no need to be ashamed of what brings you pleasure.

No, she was wrong - Wicker had to be ashamed, had to deny the feelings. They were wrong! They were shameful! They were...they were...

"He's cute," said a beautiful voice, and Wicker's eyes opened to stare into a pair of deep blue eyes that held him, captivated. It was a young chipmunk girl, only a few years older than himself, as naked as he was. "Who's your friend, Ryg?"

"His name is Wicker, Adel," responded Ryg promptly, guiding Adel's small hand down with her own, both of them wrapping around Wicker's achingly erect penis, "though he hasn't told me that yet, I'm afraid. A problem with future sight, and I apologize, Wicker, for peeking. At present, though, Wicker is deeply aroused by Rufus, and wants to be raped by our leader, and perhaps by Urtan as well. He wants it to be rape so that he can enjoy it, and not have it be his fault. After all, it was rape, and by a wolfen no less. And everyone knows how cruel and wicked they are."

"Of course," giggled Adel, even as Wicker was screaming in his mind, trying desperately to deny the truth behind what the blind she-wolf was saying. "Mmm," her expression turned dangerously sultry, and Wicker gulped (inadvertently swallowing some of Rufus' precum), his cock throbbing again. "What about being raped by a female? Even if she's not a wolf?"

Ryg grinned toothily, and Wicker whimpered, looking between the two females as they stroked his shaft until it was nice and slick with his precum.

"I think he'd like that very much."

Path Choices

Two smaller choices this time around.

1) What should we make Kyte become, now that we plan on giving him/her a penis once more?

A) Full hermaphrodite

B) Dickgirl (no vagina)

C) Cuntboy (no penis)

D) Full male once again

2) Should we bring out Maji, the orca elemental, to help us with our fun? Or, to put it another way: Tentacles - Yes/No