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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Eighty-fourth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

Scenes still about to take place. Once all scenes have been completed, then we will resume with votes.

* m/m between Rufus and Urtan (m/f with Urta on the side) - Rufus/Windtooth sex/naming scene with Adel and all his children/their mothers played out beforehand.

Additional Votes

* Return of the succubus imp as an active character - 2

Vote Options in Progress

* More Hanaro sex scenes (Rufus and Urtan primarily)

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

* Rael/Erlend romance, Erlend character development

Author Notes

Almost there. Very soon, voting will resume. Also note that most of the Additional Votes have been removed. That means they've either been phased out due to lack of interest, been completed, or are still pending.

Pathfinding Eighty-fourth Entry

"Well, well," Kabula said as she lightly trotted up to the erotic scene playing out before her. "Fancy meeting you here."

Behind the chestnut-furred and -haired centaur mare, her golden-tressed daughter, Loshada, blushed furiously, still obviously nowhere as used to such scenes of carnal delight as her mother. In front of the centaurettes, the big mooseboy, Boskan, was seated on the ground, his long, thick-muscled legs splayed out, a look of absolute bliss on his face, his feet kicking a little, while Ryg demonstrated to two young elfgirls how to deep-throat a hefty length of prime moosemeat all the way down to his balls. Nearby, their penises erect as they waited their turn with gradually-increasing impatience, were the other actaeon boys who had once held the two centaurettes captive - minus Erlend, who was presently being gently ravished by his father, Wauken, and Rael. Even Wicker was there, and the slender reindeer boy gulped as he looked up at the tall, proud centaur mare.

"I'm sorry..." he started to say, before she stepped in, grabbing his adorable butt firmly with both hands, and pulled him into an eager kiss.

"For what?" Kabula asked as she broke the kiss, leaving Wicker far too breathless to respond, before she reached back, and made her daughter give a short cry of surprise as the older woman slapped the blonde teen's shapely flank, then grabbed her by the base of her tail. "I was just looking for someone suitable to scratch the itch under my daughter's tail, and you looked like the perfect person for the job."

"Mooo-ther!" protested Loshada, though she didn't resist in the slightest as her mother used the centaur teen's tail as a handle to tug the girl around, baring her swiftly-winking quim. "Mother, they can see everything!"

"Of course they can, my dear," answered Kabula with a calm roll of her eyes, before she quite deftly, and quite easily, gripped the back of Wicker's head, stepping smoothly to one side, and thrust the reindeer boy's muzzle firmly beneath her daughter's tail. "Hopefully they'll be doing a great deal more than just looking."

Now on his knees, Wicker resisted for only a short time as Kabula held him against her daughter's cunny, his eyes wide with shock. Then, letting his eyes slowly close, the scent of fresh filly filling his nostrils, Wicker allowed his muzzle to be thrust forward, penetrating Loshada's snug slit. He vaguely heard her girlish squeal at this initial penetration, a squeal that he soon turned to a moan as the slim reindeer extended his tongue, and began to lick. Raising his hands, Wicker firmly gripped Loshada's gorgeous, toned, and delightfully sleek rump, allowing him all the leverage he needed to start working his muzzle forward and back, his tongue flickering with rapid pace and expert skill. It seemed that Shara had been teaching Wicker all about how to properly please a 'taur, and Loshada's loud cries soon made clear, her small hands quickly going to her breasts, squeezing the pert, broad pink nipples tightly between her fingers.

"There," cooed Kabula gently, cupping her daughter's chin. "Isn't that better?"

Loshada tried to form something a little more articulate than a moan of pleasure, but was swiftly cut off as her mother leaned in, and kissed the younger filly full on the lips. Again, Loshada resisted, but for only the briefest of moments, before she was soon kissing her mother back, their tongues working together.

"Come on now," declared the proud centaur mare as she turned from her daughter to face the six as-yet unoccupied actaeon bucks, cupping her full, plush breasts in her bow-calloused hands. "Surely these can inspire you to something like your former youthful lust?"

It was Prosler who stood up, adjust the pince-nez spectacles on his muzzle as he approached Kabula with an apologetic smile, the other bucks soon close behind him.

"We've...well, we've learned our lesson, ma'am," explained the scholarly young actaeon. "Erlend led us wrong, and we've had to do a lot of work to unlearn the lessons he taught us in power and control. We don't want to cause you any sort of distress...or your daughter, either."

"Well," answered Kabula with a broad grin, letting her breasts drop and bounce hypnotically as her hands went to her human hips instead, where they met with her equine lower body. "What if I and my daughter wanted you to take charge, and make us enjoy ourselves? What then?"

Prosler blinked at this, apparently not having thought this part of things through fully. He glanced back at his fellow bucks questioningly, and the swift-tempered albino, Isen, stepped swiftly forward. Instead of using words, he grabbed Kabula's chin, and forced her into a savage, powerful kiss, his hands soon moving to maul the chestnut mare's breasts.

"How's that for an answer?" he said with a snort as his lips left Kabula's.

"I think I like your methods," Kabula purred, looking around at the other deer boys. They, in turn, looked to Crand, the tall and handsome buck with the noble face who'd once been Erlend's second-in-command, and who'd now become the little band's de facto leader. A smile spreading on the beautiful buck's face, he shrugged.

"It's not being bad if she wants it," he concluded, before all eyes there went to the sound of a loud cry from near the ground. There, Ryg was slowly lowering herself down on Boskan's immense moosemeat, taking him in by fingerspans as the two elfgirls with her watched with wide, awestruck eyes. "And I want a little piece of what Boskan's enjoying right now," Crand concluded, stepping forward to seize Kabula's tail, hiking it high before bringing down his hand in a loud smack across the mare's dripping cunny, making her cry out.

Moments later, the actaeons closed in around Kabula, strong hands roaming her body freely. She squirmed and writhed in their grips, then allowed herself to be pulled down, then rolled onto her back. Isen grinned fiercely as he seated himself on her chest, thrusting his light pink shaft between her breasts, then squashing them firmly together with his hands. The mare had only a moment to cry out at this rough handling before Crand parted her hind legs, his cock thrusting straight and true into her gushing cunny, making Kabula's legs kick helplessly in the air at the pleasure of penetration. Her legs soon stopped their movement, however, and instead stood straight up in the air as little Landis, the younger of the actaeon brothers, squeezed his penis into her tailhole, his older brother, Vin, soon following with a thrust of his own cock alongside Crand's, both boys stuffing Kabula's cunny quite nicely, all three of their trim, boyish bottoms thrusting in time as they filled her right up to the brim. Prosler soon silenced the last of Kabula's cries of ecstasy, gripping her hair and pulling her head back, before thrusting his cock into her willing mouth, stuffing her right up to his balls, while she took him with all the ease of long-learned skills.

Not far off, Loshada was now kneeling, her breasts bouncing, her body rocking back and forth as little Spike lay beneath her, his stiff, slender prick thrusting up into her cunny, sharing that tight hole with Wicker's own surprisingly meaty rod. The two actaeon boys let their cries of passion mingle with Loshada's as they moved with her, their shafts rubbing against her clitoris with each thrust.

Halfway between this orgy between hoofed creatures, and another gathering of similar carnal persuasion, two-legged and four, Belthin moaned softly around the firm gel of one of Maji's cocks as the orca elemental let her tentacles stroke over the dark-haired sorceress' naked, cum-stained skin. Unlike so many others that had laid claim to Belthin that night, Maji's touch was soft, gentle, even loving. These two had a history together, after all, and while Belthin hadn't been the kindest of mistresses, Maji didn't seem to hold her former owner any malice. Belthin looked up at Maji's broad face with a look of gratitude for this gentle handling, and for the healing fluids the elemental was coating along her inner parts, gratitude that she almost voiced as the tenta-cock in her mouth popped free. Maji, however, didn't let Belthin get out more than half a word before she was kissing the thoroughly dominated sorceress, letting her body squeeze and squish against Belthin's, whose lithesome form was clearly visible through the orca's translucent blue body, her breasts flattened against her body, her nipples squeezed tight against Maji's buoyant gelflesh.

Beyond the stake to which the orgasmically-ravaged sorceress and former minion of the Warlord was bound, many spotty-furred bodies writhed in the light of the many fires around the Blue Feather camp. In another time and place, such writhing and moaning would have been the precursor to a gnollish feast, as the wicked beasts would ravish their victims, then lower them, still alive and pleading for mercy, into a bubbling cauldron, or perhaps bind them to a spit to roast. Now, however, a very different sort of spitroast was taking place, as Regina moaned loudly, her lips spread wide around the heft length of thick red-skinned meat in her mouth, her bespectacled eyes looked up into Urta's face as she serviced the lead gnoll. Behind her, Regina's son, sired by Urtan, whined softly as he squeezed his thick brown-skinned length into the dark-haired girl's smooth, pale-skinned bottom, his throbbing penis almost the exact mirror of the one Urtan was thrusting up into Regina's cunny from below, if slightly smaller, though this was more a result of the younger gnoll's age than a lack of physical dimensions - he simply hadn't filled out completely yet.

"How's she taste, brother?" asked Urta with a savage grin as she gripped Regina's long braids, using them as handlebars as she worked her hips, letting her tongue loll out as she relished the feel of the naked cleric's tongue working the underside of her shaft.

"Sweet," said Urtan in his deep, soft voice, before making Regina give a muffled squeal around Urta's member as the broad-shouldered male gnoll suckled wetly on her breasts, taking his time to lavish attention on first one, then the other, until both plump orbs glistened, their tan nipples hard and erect.

"G'yah!" wailed the hyenaboy, his hips starting to thrust a little faster as Regina's bottom clenched with the pleasure she was getting from Urtan's skilled lovemaking. "Mother...you're so...tight!"

"Don't you dare cum yet," snapped Urta at the younger male, baring her teeth to show him she meant business. "Slow down...that's it...that's better. Heh," she chuckled, reaching over to caress the younger 'yena's chin, "you're pretty good at obeying orders. At this rate, we might make a proper warrior of you yet."

"A name," murmured Urtan, running his tongue along the underside of Regina's bared neck, making her shudder all over, even as he ground his hips against her juicy quim, making her shudder through the first of what would surely be many orgasms.

"Yeah, guess you'll need that," Urta admitted, looking the younger hyenaboy up and down appraisingly. "It's something for your enemies to remember when you send them to the Abyss, and your lovers to scream when they cum. If we're going into battle, you'd better have one." She looked down into the hopeful eyes of Regina, then stroked the girl's hair with surprising gentleness. "Crocus," she said finally, looking at the new male to join her pack. "That's your name. A flower of spring, the first one to force its way through the snow, to drive back the conquering ice." Then she grinned toothily, leaning in close to make the newly-named gnoll shudder as she nibbled the side of his neck. "It's also the flower that sprang from Crocuta, the first gnoll, when she was killed by her enemies. From her blood, sprang all our ancestors. Don't ever forget that part of gnollish ways: no matter what, as a people, we gnolls always survive; and we're a lot stronger than we look!"

Crocus whined as Urta kissed him then, her tongue mauling his own, delving deep into his own muzzle, until his vision was swimming, his hips thrusting without any conscious thought on his part.

Close by, Spark was trembling side-by-side with Dinah, the green-haired catgirl wiggling her smooth, brown-skinned bottom back into the face of Greymuzzle before the older gnoll chuckled, then grabbed her tushie, holding it still so he could start licking her pouty, baby-smooth cunny until it glistened with each long, wet slurp, and Dinah's tail was lashing in her eagerness. The red-furred foxboy, on the other hand was whimpering, his tail held straight up by one of Horse's massive paws, the fingers of the oversized gnoll's other hand roughly stretching Spark's tailhole open. Horse wouldn't even have used the light coating of oil that made his fingers glisten right then if Greymuzzle hadn't insisted - after all, even if Spark had managed to take the big hyenaman once, it didn't mean some extensive preparation wouldn't be deeply appreciated.

Kneeling before each of the pleasure-trembling teens were the twins, Rish and Rack, the gnolls trading eager glances as they stroked their longer, slender shafts, getting them slick and wet with their precum. Just watching the flush-cheeked faces of the two cuties before them was almost all the stimulation either of the gnollish twins needed. All the same, they could hardly wait for...yes, that was it - the moment was almost now.

Dinah looked over her shoulder at Greymuzzle as he lifted his dripping muzzle, wet with her juices, and wiggled her butt back at him, turning her tail eagerly to the side.

"Gonna try'n put some little 'yenas in Dinah's pussy?" she teased.

"Gonna try really hard," Greymuzzle returned, giving the sassy cat an open-handed smack to her bouncy, round bottom, making her "mew!" adorably in shock, before he took a firm grip on her tushie, working his hips to rub his cockhead up and down her dewy lower lips. Dinah mewed and moaned eagerly as the older male took his time, and made sure she was very thoroughly slick and ready for him, before, slowly, he squeezed his erect cock into her by fingerspans, grinning wickedly as he made poor Dinah squirm in desperation, her instincts wanting desperately for the male behind her to hilt her and rut her like an animal. Just because Greymuzzle was more gentle than most gnolls, didn't mean he didn't have a sadistic streak - as long as he was in charge, Dinah would have to wait on his pleasures, and _his_timetable, not her own.

Horse's approach, on the other hand, was far more direct, almost brutal. With Spark squealing loudly as the hulking hyenaman twisted his fingers against the foxboy's prostate, then popped them free, Horse gave a snort of eagerness as he rubbed his swollen, heavily-leaking organ against the downy-soft fur of the red-furred male's bubble bottom, dripping copious precum on the underside of the boy's fluffy tail. Pausing just long enough to let Spark get a very good idea of just how much gnoll was about to go inside of his tense pink pucker, Horse bared his teeth in a savage grin of pure, raw barbarism...and started to push.

"Nyaaaaah!" wailed poor little Spark, his cock dripping precum copiously onto the hardpacked earth of the campground as Horse worked his way past the foxboy's tailring and started to sink his meaty length into the smaller male.

"Myaaaah!" squealed Dinah as Greymuzzle bottomed out inside her, and then started a steady, pleasant pace, taking his time, not rushing it as he just savored all the pleasures a smooth teenaged catgirl could give.

"AIIIEEEEEEEMMMpppphh!" cried out both eager, hyper-sexed youngsters as, almost simultaneously, the gnolls behind them finally, vigorously opened up, holding nothing back as they started to plow both of them with vigor, making their bottoms bounce, while at the same time the gnollish twins, Rish and Rack, stepped forward, and popped their cocks into the open mouths of the two teens.

Eyes fixed on the bobbing cock of the handsome young foxboy (who they knew loved females about as much as males, based on the child the most life-sensitive of the three watchers had sensed growing in Kaia's belly a few days past), three young females watched eagerly, rapt on the scene of primal eroticism playing out before them. Of course, two of the three girls didn't dare reveal themselves, as much out of shyness as out of a knowledge that they would end up in similar straits as Belthin: mounted and used by every male in the camp, and a good many of the females besides. After all, it wasn't every day that you had an encounter with an angel...or a unicorn...or a hippogryph.

Despite knowing full well what would happen if they were discovered, however, none of the three were wearing a stitch of clothing. Anyone lucky enough to have chanced upon the three youngsters from the rear would have been treated to the sight of three of the smoothest, most perfectly-formed, exquisitely-squeezable, heart-shaped bottoms to be found among mortals. That none of these three bottoms belonged to mortal creatures, of course, made them all the more desirable. Imogen, in the middle, shivered as she felt the outstretched wings of her two friends stroking against her naked back, her sinuous, lionlike tail unconsciously hiked to the side, giving a clear view of her aching snug, snowy white pudenda, and a teasing hint of the equally snug, equally snowy white star of her tailhole. Wisselfleur's equine tail swished from side to side in her eagerness, unknowingly and instinctively spreading her aroused scent, while giving tantalizing glimpses of her winking cunny, and on the other side, Lesage, appearing much like a perfected human girl in her mid-teens, lacked a tail to hide one iota of her perfect pearl-pink bottom. Slick moisture wetted all three girls' inner thighs, dripping down in copious quantities, their cheeks flushed, their breath coming in ragged gasps.

As Crocus orgasmed, the hyenaboy unable to hold out nearly as long as his father or his aunt, Urta managed to shove him back just in time, bending over Regina to gulp the younger male's throbbing cock easily into her muzzle, slurping greedily on the sizable brown-skinned length. At this sight, and the obvious trembling of Regina in her own orgasm, Imogen, the most sensitive of the three, opened her mouth, giving a high-pitched cry of her own as she shared, for a moment, in all the sensations of everyone around the gnolls' fire. At least, she would have, if Lesage, acting fast, and using her own ability to sense the emotional state of others, turned and, on impulse, kissed the unicorn girl just in the nick of time, muffling most of her orgasmic cry.

Hearing the soft moans of her friends as they started to get into the kiss, forgetting for a moment the pleasures of others as their own pleasures started to become paramount, Wisselfleur grinned, shown by a curling up of the corners of her beak. For just a short while, she admired the angelgirl's flawless skin, and the equally-flawless mother-of-pearl coat of the unicorn filly, so fine and sensitive it might as well have been a second skin, and admiring even more the way their lovely, delicate hands stroked and caressed against each other's bodies, how their perked, erect nipples teased against each other. Then, her feline third's eagerness getting the better of her, she pounced on her two friends, kissing and nibbling and licking them both with her beak.

All three girls tumbling together in a jumbled ball of caresses and kisses and sweet, girlish cries, Lesage's talent for organization asserted itself at last, and she set to arranging the girls into something approaching sense. Laying on her back, the angelteen used her wings and hands to best effect, and soon guided Imogen to kneel above her, lowering herself just enough so that Lesage's small humanlike mouth could reach the glistening folds of the young filly's delicious sex. Working together, Lesage and Imogen reigned in Wisselfleur, who crouched over Lesage on all-fours, her rump presented to Imogen, while her beak thrust down into the cleft of Lesage's dripping sex, her firm, powerful tongue sluicing through the sugary-sweet angelcunny again and again with rapid abandon. From the rear, as Lesage worked her lips and tongue with the sweet magic of an angel of stored knowledge, Imogen eagerly put her agile equine-like lips to work on her best friend's buttery cleft, soon closing her eyes as she basked in the delicious flavor, coupled with the wonderful sensation of shared pleasure.

Suddenly smitten with an idea, Imogen drew her head back, making Wisselfleur give a soft note of protest. This sound was quickly replaced by one of the most exquisite pleasure, soon rising into an eagle's scream, her dapple-grey rump tensing powerfully, as Imogen thrust her luminous horn straight into the hippgryph girl's cunny, right up to the hilt. Lesage joined the eagle's scream with a cry of her own ecstatic passion only a moment later as the three girls created a circuit of perfect pleasure, linked directly through Lesage's horn. Imogen, finally, whinnied loudly, her whole body gleaming with sweat until she looked like buffed silver in the firelight, as the circuit finished in her own suddenly squirting sex as her entire body spasmed uncontrollably again and again and again, her vision swimming with flecks of red and black as it felt as though her very soul were being ravaged right to its core.

As her senses slowly returned, Imogen looked up from where she'd tumbled, still breathing hard from the sudden extra-mortal enhancement to pleasure that she'd undergone. Even with her recent experiences, the young unicorn still had no idea of the full extent of what her horn could do. The thought of it frightened her a little. Casting her eyes around, she saw Lesage and Wisselfleur with their legs scissored against each other, grinding their slick cunnies against each other with a will, faces deeply flushed, Wisselfleur's beak parted as she breathed hard, her tongue flickering out to taste the air. Both girls had their wings extended, beating them a little with each especially hard thrust of their bodies against each other, filling the little copse of trees with the loud, liquid squelching of girlish bodies against each other.

Turning her ears at a sound, Imogen gasped softly as she saw that the three girls were no longer alone. They must have made too much noise, something Imogen didn't doubt for a moment, and she immediately blamed herself. After all, while Lesage and Wisselfleur had their mouths busily engaged, Imogen's mouth had been free as she'd used her horn instead. The gleaming yellow eyes of many wolfen were joined with the dark brown or amber eyes of the bearfolk and the actaeons, and the blue, green, and violet eyes of the elves. But at their front, her red eyes standing above them all, as were her gleaming horns, was Jonna.

The tall, muscular warrior woman was naked, and there were spatters of cum on her dark-furred body (though most of it was hard to see, thanks to the whorls of white paint that still covered her). It was obvious that Jonna followed no code of celibacy in her role as a paladin, and, looking just behind the muscular she-minotaur, Imogen could see a cute young elfboy, as well as the shapely elephant girl, Padmini. Her horn glowing slightly, Imogen blushed furiously as a clear image of the two large, powerful girls mounted atop the elfboy, who squirmed beneath them, his mouth pressed firmly against Padmini's cunny, while his long, slender shaft pumped vigorously in and out of Jonna's tight-clenching quim.

Even while the vision of the past was fading from her view, leaving her trembling as she knelt before the massed horde, Imogen felt a gentle, calloused hand on her chin, tilting her blue-eyed face upward, to look into Jonna's soft brown gaze.

"Did you think we were going to hurt you?" asked the minotaur paladin in a tone that was so gentle, so sweet, it made Imogen flush to her core with shame that such thoughts had indeed entered her mind. "Maybe force you to do things you didn't want? Here," she knelt, and bent her head forward slightly. "Look inside, and tell me if you still think that way."

Swallowing back tears of shame, Imogen did as Jonna bade her, and shuddered as she felt the weight of all the males and females - not just those with Jonna, but all of those in the camp - filter through the empathic abilities of the paladin, into her. There was passion there - of course there was! - and savage pleasure, and even the wild abandon of civilized mores. But rape, the desire to harm another, using sex as a weapon...no, that wasn't there. At least, not directed toward herself, or Wisselfleur, or Lesage. If the three mythic girls didn't want to participate, they wouldn't be forced. But there was a very strong desire for them to participate, a desire that Imogen felt kindled in her own young breast as soon as she felt it. It was an ache, a need, something that only she could scratch. She, and her friends.

Imogen turned then, lifting her horn from Jonna's head, and looked at Lesage and Wisselfleur. The two girls had stopped tribbing each other, though both were still deeply flushed above and below with their shared pleasure, and were looking around nervously at the gathered crowd. Instead of speaking, Imogen crawled over to them, her tail still instinctively hiked to the side, making many of those watching moan, whimper, or otherwise exclaim with desperately-rising arousal at the heavenly sight of that perfect pussy. She thrust out her horn, and after a moment's hesitation, Lesage and Wisselfleur reached out, and touched it...and saw what she had seen, felt what she had felt.

A great, strong hand suddenly gripped Imogen's presented tushie, squeezing the supple, pearly-furred flesh gently. Looking over her shoulder, Imogen saw Jonna there, kneeling behind her, then moaned loudly, her head lifting as her back arched, while the she-minotaur's thick fingers ground up and into the cleft of her cunny. Not hesitating, Wisselfleur stepped right into the middle of a circle of male wolfen, grinning as though to dare them to nail her as hard as they could. They took her up on the dare, and in moments the eager young hippogryph was screaming in eagle's ecstasy as she was lifted up, her hoofed feet wrapped around one powerful male's waist as he thrust up into her dripping sex, while another claimed her tense tailhole from the rear. Actaeons, elves, and bearfolk surrounded Lesage, and she found her wings curling with astonishing agility around presented penises, while her mouth lifted to taste sweet elven cunny juices, making an athletic, battle-hardened beauty cry out in pleasure as she gripped the angel's golden tresses.

Letting her eyes close as she felt the pleasure all around her, her horn shining as she became a part of it, using her life-giving magic to enhance it to its most perfect peak, Imogen allowed herself a smile of ultimate bliss. So this is what it felt like, to become part of the Pack. As a unicorn, a race that found itself ever alone, hermits all in the pristine wilderness, the sensation was new and strange for Imogen. But it was also so...right.

Turning, Imogen kissed Jonna full on the lips. As she did so, she felt an unknown male's hands take Jonna's place on her presented tushie, before, moments later, that same male's penis penetrated her pussy. Squealing loudly into the kiss, Imogen felt Jonna break it, only to start working her tongue up and down the unicorn filly's horn, working it like it was a male's penis. Under the combined effects of rapidly-humping hips and expert hornjob, Imogen's whole world reeled in all the right ways.

It was so good.

Path Choices

Next time, the orgy starts to draw to a close. And then...then we ride to war.