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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Twenty-Seventh Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

A - 4

B - 12

C - 10

Additional Votes:

* 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 - 2 * Spark, Dinah, and the Steampunk Trio - 6

* Marlene performs some "heated" diplomacy - 6

* Kaia's submission (may include Zane and Phan) - 3 * Shara and Padmini learning flesh magic and non-lethal skills (sex quite likely) - 3

* Preparing the troops for battle, and training - 2

* Training Crystal - 2

* The kids are all right: see how our recent children are doing - 2

* Kyte's submission - 6

* Investigate that weird crystal orb Ryg found on Praxis' body - 2

* Campfire tale for Urta and/or Urtan - 1

* Rufus/Urtan scene, where they finally go at it - 2

* Appearance of Jonna the she-minotaur - 1

Vote Options in Progress:

* Wisselfleur and Imogen seduced by Rufus (Adel included) - 9

Author Notes

I rolled a 32! Since the percentage chance of success for Option B was 55%, it looks like we made it!

However, I also rolled a 33 against the 60% chance of a random encounter...

Also, a link to more-or-less what the party will see in the encounter: http://uo-planescape.wdfiles.com/local--files/lupo-invernale/Hill_Giant_and_Winter_Wolf_by_Larry_Elmore-1142_%281996-04%29_TSR_AD%26D_2ed_Forgotten_Realms_Boxed_Set_-_The_North_Guide_to_the_Savage_Frontier.jpg- and before you ask, I have no idea how the girl's fur bikini is staying up. For that matter, I have no idea why she's wearing anything at all - burning clothes would seriously spoil her flavor. The power of PG-rating compels you!

Pathfinding Twenty-Seventh Entry

As Rufus declared his intentions for the party's destination, at the spring Lysha bit her lip as she watched the scene before her, sitting on the shore of the little brook. Not far off, kneeling in the water, was Hanaro, her eyes closed. Behind the gold-skinned samurai girl knelt Urta, her large, strong hands kneading soap into the human girl's back with practiced ease, her fingers following the exquisite lines of the cherry tree tattoo that graced Hanaro's smooth back. For all her rough upbringing, it looked as though Urta knew how to give a pretty good massage. What didn't help Lysha's state of mind, however, was the throbbing erection between the gnoll girl's legs, which occasionally nudged lightly between Hanaro's supple, rounded lower cheeks, especially as Urta reached around to start soaping up Hanaro's sizable breasts, paying special attention to the Cho-Lini girl's slightly tan-tinted nipples.

For her part, Hanaro didn't seem to mind the she-gnoll's touches, and she didn't move away from them, though her cheeks grew flushed at the toying with her breasts. If it weren't for the very slight increase in her rate of breathing, in fact, Lysha would have thought that her friend was meditating, like she often did when the others were sleeping. This rate of breathing increased another step as Urta started to stroke her well-lathered hands down Hanaro's belly, caressing against the samurai girl's ribs and muscular stomach, careful not to set off any ticklish response. Urta's hands were just barely caressing the tops of Hanaro's thighs when she suddenly paused, then grinned, glancing at Lysha as the naked black girl sat on the shore, waiting her turn in the water, before leaning a little closer and growling something in Hanaro's ear.

"Perhaps you would like to save time, Lysha?" Hanaro soon asked, turning her head slightly to look at her companion with a gently inviting expression on her face. "Come, there is room enough for three."

Lysha stammered, starting to object, before, almost without thinking about it, she rose to her feet, and walked over to the other two girls, smooth-skinned and furry. At first she was going to kneel in the shallow water near Hanaro, but Urta's strong hand reached out, catching Lysha's hip, guiding the young warrior teen forward, until she was kneeling before Hanaro, her back towards her friend. Shivering as Hanaro used a bucket to wet down her smooth, brown-skinned body, Lysha closed her eyes, swallowing nervously as she felt Hanaro's hands start, gently at first, and then with steadily more firmness, to stroke and caress Lysha's bare back. Risking a glance back as she felt Hanaro's hands rubbing against the dimples at the top of her buttocks, Lysha realized that Hanaro's own hand movements were now mimicking those of Urta, and the Matrakali girl felt her heart beating faster with the knowledge that both she and Hanaro were now in the thrall of the wicked gnoll woman. If she hadn't already had her virginity taken by Rufus a few days ago, in fact, Lysha would have been in serious fear for her virtue.

Hanaro's hands stroked over Lysha's belly then, feeling the firmly-defined lines of her muscular stomach, before rising upward, cupping and then caressing the undersides of Lysha's breasts. Lysha prayed silently to her ancestral gods that Hanaro wouldn't go any higher, a prayer that was not answered as Hanaro's deft hands rolled over Lysha's broad black nipples, her fingers squeezing them, caressing them with a skill that Lysha knew was born of mimicry, as Urta did the same to Hanaro's own nipples. Despite herself, despite all her determination to keep her self-control, Lysha's back arched, and she moaned loudly, sluttily, ashamed of herself even as she did so, knowing she wouldn't be able to hold back any longer. No matter what this wicked she-gnoll did to her by proxy, Lysha didn't have the willpower to resist.

Now Hanaro's fingers were tentative, uncertain. Lysha had never known the stoic samurai to be uncertain about anything, and the subtle shock of this realization made her all the more vulnerable for what came next. Lysha didn't resist as Hanaro's hands stroked over the Matrakali girl's inner thighs; instead, she spread her legs wide, accepting what came next without any resistance at all. Her gasp was loud even in her own ears as the first finger slipped inside of her dewy cunny, half-immersed in the chilly water of the spring, and quickly turned into an even louder moan as Hanaro arched her finger upward, against the spongy inner parts of Lysha's sex. It felt like a ball were inflating inside of her, a ball of sensation of pleasure, building with irresistible force until it was all Lysha could do to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. Even without screaming, though, she was noisy, unable to keep herself from whining like a puppy (like that cute daughter of Rufus', came unbidden to Lysha's mind). A moment later, though, Lysha's whining increased in pitch and volume as Hanaro's other hand found the black girl's clitoris, rubbing it hard and fast with trembling fingers. This time, Lysha did scream, long and loud, as her hips jerked forward and up, her back arching, her whole body going through convulsions of ecstasy again and again. Hanaro's own cry, softer than Lysha's, filled Lysha's ears, even as she felt Hanaro's smooth pubis rubbing against Lysha's backside, and knew Hanaro was going through the same exquisite pleasure that she was enduring.

Urta's powerful paws were there, then, and suddenly Lysha found herself on all-fours in the water, Hanaro bent over her, the Cho-Lini girl's large breasts squeezing against Lysha's chocolate brown back. Lysha could feel Hanaro's whole body jerking and shuddering, felt Urta's powerful, furry thighs lunging forward, slapping against Hanaro's butt, humping the human girl raggedly, like she was some sort of bitch in heat. Then Urta's hips jerked back, and Lysha imagined she could hear the soft pop of the she-gnoll's faux-phallus coming free of her friend...right before it plunged into her! This time, though, Lysha's wailing, high-pitched cry was cut off as she arched her head back, her lips meeting Hanaro's. Never before had Lysha even considered another female of her own species in such a way. Now, however, she felt her juices gushing out around Urta's plunging shaft while her tongue wrestled clumsily against Hanaro's, both of them doing their best to try out what they'd learned about kissing from their prior encounters with the male beastfolk who had claimed their virgin bodies. The kiss continued, with steadily-increasing passion, as Urta pulled out of Lysha, then plunged back into Hanaro, making the girl on top moan with far greater volume and passion than before into the kiss she shared with Lysha.

Losing herself in the savage-yet-tender pleasure of the moment, Lysha closed her eyes, and just basked in all the new sensations, the changes that were going through her mind and body as she adapted to this strange new world of erotic sensation that had been opened up for her. Perhaps...perhaps being the slave of Rufus Redeye wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.

*

Normally, on-the-job training wouldn't be the best of options in such a dangerous situation. After all, at a critical juncture like this, even the slightest mistake could spell disaster. Despite the dangers, however, Rufus and Urtan stayed out in front, slim little Rael right between the large males, doing everything she could to do only what she saw them do, and not to make a sound. Cassidy was off to the front and left somewhere, as quiet as a shadow incarnate as always, his new magical bow surely out and ready to be used at a moment's notice. Additionally, the big elephant girl, Padmini, was up front as well, astonishingly silent despite her large size, following close to Cassidy, not seeming to interfere with his typical stealth in the least, for Rael had to admit, she couldn't see either of them in the dense-packed woods around them.

In the middle areas of the group's traveling arrangement, Adel used her calming, powerful presence, her natural charisma, to calm the others and keep them together as they followed slowly along behind the scouts in the front. In the very rear, Ryg worked with the unicorn filly, Imogen, to work magics that brought the concealing energies of nature over them, letting the forest itself close around the entire group, enhancing their natural abilities, while Shara carefully wove her own touch of illusion and enchantment magic into the mix, to cause mortal eyes to be inclined away from them, rather than toward. This was all especially useful for Rael, who could feel her little mistakes being covered up, twigs springing back beneath her feet rather than snapping, branches moving out of her way rather than catching her clothes. She was sure it was probably even more useful to some of the heavy hitters in the middle group with Adel, like Skaeth and Goro, neither of whom seemed to be terribly skilled at stealth, especially not in their heavy armor.

Several times, off in the distance, Rael heard the raucous laughter of human voices...or voices that were very nearly human. Taking the air's scent, Rael discovered she couldn't really identify what species the owners of those voices were; they were so close to human, but there was something else as well, something strange and ghastly that set her fur on end, raising her hackles when she focused on it too much. Sorcery, surely, something the evil sorceress they were hunting had surely done to her once-human servitors. Even Rael, unversed in the ways of the shaman as she was, knew stories of the deals that were sometimes made with powerful mages to obtain power, and knew quite well that the price for that power often involved changes in those who made such deals.

Despite passing close enough to smell the cookfires of the enemy camps, however, Rufus had chosen his timing of their stealth mission well, for clouds rolled in as evening's light began to fail, and a light drizzle soon began to obscure sight, as well as encouraging the guards in the enemy camp to keep under cover and not wander too far from their warm and dry places of refuge. Ironically, the densely-packed forest where the party was traveling had better visibility at that time than the enemy camp out in the open, since the canopy above kept that majority of the rain off their heads.

It was Padmini's sudden appearance before Rufus that startled Rael into stillness, alerting her to something more than just the forces of the sorceress Belthin just beyond the cover of the forest - there was something in the forest itself. Now that she was paying attention, Rael could pick up wood smoke from somewhere up ahead, and barely pick out the flickers of a fire in the woods, quite far apart from the fires in the large camp of the enemy.

"Cassidy's keeping watch right now," the shapely elephant girl was saying, her natural grayish skin coloration, well exposed by her filmy harem-style clothing, letting her blend in quite well with the darkness of the forest. "Whoever they are, they aren't with Belthin...but Cassidy doesn't think they're friendly, and neither do I. I'm getting a strong sense of negative energy from whoever it is."

Padmini tended to talk a lot about positive and negative energies, something to do with her training in advanced meditative techniques. What little she'd heard went straight over Rael's head, and she got the impression it did the same for her daddy as well, but at least Rufus seemed to take the big, pretty elephant girl's impressions seriously.

"Any idea how many?" Rufus asked, his voice low and hushed, while Urtan made his way slightly ahead, motioning for Rael to follow, creating a smooth warning barrier in case the soft voices of the exchange were heard and investigated.

"It's...it's hard to say," replied Padmini, looking confused. "There's quite a lot, less than a dozen, though, but...they're a strange sort of life. I can sense smaller, weaker lives, tied closely to larger, stronger ones. The smaller lives don't seem bad, but the larger ones..."

"Giants," Rufus concluded with a grim expression and a single nod. "Giants and their prisoners. Probably snacks for later."

Rael swallowed nervously. Of course, everyone knew that not all giants were evil, cruel, maneating monsters. However, everyong also knew that giants were from a time long, long ago, when the world and its peoples were still being shaped. Fashioned in the image of the first titans, the giants were as old as the fey, primal, elemental beings made of the stuff of the earth and the sky and the fires and water beneath both. Even the least of the true giants were filled with a strange, ancient sort of magic, and the lesser offshoots of giantkin, ogres and trolls especially, were still astonishingly dangerous in their own right. When giants turned to evil, the taint of that evil tended to fill their entire beings, remaking them into something grim and awful, just like it did the fey that succumbed to the lure of darkness. It was only natural, then, that giants who had yielded to evil would be drawn to a force of great power like the Warlord, and seek to join with the Warlord's forces. If there were giants in the woods up ahead, Rael had to force herself not to whimper in fear, though she couldn't restrain her tail from curling around her leg. Urtan seemed to notice, however, and Rael looked up at the kind gnoll in gratitude as he rubbed her shoulder and upper back soothingly.

Rufus' face curled up in thought as he looked toward the faintly-glimmering light of the giants' campfire, far, far ahead. Rael held her breath, not knowing what her daddy was going to do next, but fearing the worst.

Path Choices

A) Go around the giants. They'll just slow us down. Since our stealth check was already successful, we'll reach Belthin's tower safely without need for another roll.

B) Charge 'em! Let the rest of the group catch up with us as they can. This will surely help us to save any prisoners the giants might have before bad things happen to them, but it will also leave us quite exposed until our companions catch up. This will also necessitate another stealth roll, but at a 60% chance of success. (45%)

C) Swift but silent. As B, except that we make sure to be quiet about our attack. This will slow our momentum somewhat, making it harder to overwhelm our enemies, but will also mean we don't have to make another stealth check. (35%)

D) Gather the troops. Get our group together, and then plow into the ranks of the giants. This will be noisy, requiring another stealth check, though at 60% this time. It will take a bit more time, though, which might endanger the giants' prisoners. (65%)

E) Stealth synergy. All of us together, but as silently as possible. With so many forces all together like this, we'll have a good chance of overwhelming our foes, without the need for another stealth check due to a loss of momentum. (55%)