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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Thirty-eighth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

1 - 18

2 - 1

3 - 2

4 - 1

A - 15

B - 5

C - 1

Ryg left with injured? Yes/No - 1/2

Additional Votes:

* Skaeth is up to something - 6 * Shara and Padmini learning flesh magic and non-lethal skills (sex quite likely) - 10

* Kyte's submission, and more Kyte screentime - 19

* Campfire tale for Urta and/or Urtan - 9

* Rufus/Urtan scene, where they finally go at it - 10

* Urta/Rael/Adel/Rufus scene; family dynamics in action - 8

Vote Options in Progress:

* Wisselfleur and Imogen seduced by Rufus (Adel included)

* Steampunk Trio's fate

* Appearance of Jonna the she-minotaur

Author Notes

Now back to our previous naughtiness. Also, sorry about adding option 4 along with option 1; I was starting to tire out at the very end. The vote for option 4 should be counted alongside option 1 for the final tallies.

Pathfinding Thirty-eighth Entry

* At the Blue Feather Camp Outskirts *

"W-wait up, guys," Spark said with a smile he tried very hard to make friendly, doing everything he could to keep his voice from cracking with nervousness, though despite his efforts not to appear intimidated, the foxboy's fluffy, white-tufted tail still curled around one leg, giving away his true feelings immediately to anyone that knew what to look for. Or what to smell for, as the four gnolls then surrounding the slender vulpine teen certainly did.

Luckily for Spark, Greymuzzle was there, running his strong yet gentle hands over the lithe boy's back and chest, slowly unbuttoning the young bard's shirt and then peeling it off from behind, taking his time to let the soft fabric brush against Spark's softer fur, before carelessly tossing it aside. Even the burly, slow-witted, and lust-dominated Horse respected the veteran gnoll, knowing that Greymuzzle, even if he was softer-hearted than your typical gnoll, often got some really good ideas. It might mean Rish, Rack, and Horse would have to wait a little longer to have their fun, but they all knew it would be well worth it. Of course, it didn't hurt that Crystal was there to take the edge off of Horse's pent-up and poorly-restrained lust.

Kneeling before the thick-thewed wargnoll, Crystal's normally crystal-clear body had become slightly translucent as she let the filaments the three young geniuses, Midge, Flit, and Deo, installed into her body activate, giving her fragile body much enhanced durability. It was just as well that she did, as Horse was_not_ gentle. Seizing Crystal's head, her "hair" actually just sculpted like a statue rather than being made of actual individual fibers, Horse gave a loud, masculine grunt as he plunged his rapidly-stiffening prick into the female construct's yielding lips. If she'd lacked her reinforcement, it was likely her neck would have cracked as the powerful hyenabrute thrust his hips forward, his spotty-furred rump tensing, brush-tail lifting as he hilted himself right up to the balls. Magically designed for such use during her creation, Crystal's inner parts were well-lubricated, her throat closing around the mammoth-sized hyenacock with snug perfection as she looked up at the powerful male with submissive eyes.

While Horse worked his hips forward and back, getting his cock glistening slick in Crystal's mouth, Rish and Rack knelt before Spark, peeling open his trousers, freeing his pink stiffy to the chill of the open air.

"Long, slender, and," began Rish, caressing Spark's soft, white-furred balls.

"Oh-so suckable," finished Rack, wrapping his hand around the base of the foxboy's penis, holding him straight and steady.

Spark could only moan as the twins used their free hands to tug his trousers down and off, leaving his beautiful body completely naked. That moan grew louder as the twin gnolls started to lick and nibble up and down the sides of Spark's shaft, then shifted their attentions so that Rish was running his tongue in long, smooth strokes along the top, while Rack was nibbling the veiny underside. That moan soon turned into a helpless whimper as Greymuzzle, holding both of Spark's wrists pinned behind his back with one strong hand, suckled on his fingers until they were nice and slick, before slipping them beneath the foxboy's tail, pushing them slowly inside.

"You foxes are always so nice and stretchy," chuckled the older gnoll as the inward thrust of two of his fingers forced Spark up onto tippy-toes, a spurt of tasty precream quickly gobbled down by the two greedy gnolls kneeling before him. "And you're as tight as an elf." Greymuzzle's toothy grin was visible from the corner of Spark's eyes, before his eyes rolled back into his head with a moan as the gnoll veteran licked Spark's cheek, then began to lick and then suckle on the helpless foxboy's neck. "You smell so good..."

"Like candied sex," agreed Rish with an eager nod, before wrapping his lips around Spark's cocktop.

"You taste like it, too," Rack confirmed, before his mouth engulfed those plump, firm foxballs, rolling them in his wide muzzle with expert skill.

His hips moving in time with the gnolls all around him, Spark couldn't say anything, couldn't even think straight, as Greymuzzle added a third and then a fourth finger, stretching him so very wide, wider than the little foxboy had thought possible. Always his tailhole squeezed down on the intruding digits as another was added, stretching only just enough to accommodate what was inside, and no more. Surely he couldn't handle any more...but even this thought was interrupted as Greymuzzle carefully worked his fist into Spark's tense tailhole, right up to the middle of his hand.

"Good thing you keep yourself squeaky clean," laughed Greymuzzle. "Most gnolls wouldn't care, of course, but it's important for me." His laugh turned wicked, then, his fangs flashing in the firelight. "It'll be important to you, too, when Horse forcefeeds you his cock, to clean himself off after he's plowed your buns."

"Wh-what?" squeaked Spark, his eyes coming back into focus, only to widen in horror as he saw Horse pulling his impossibly-sized penis out of Crystal's mouth with a slight pop, its entire dark brown length glistening with lubrication. "Oh no..."

"Oh yeah," Greymuzzle affirmed, pulling his fingers free and giving Spark a hearty slap to his toned young backside, making the foxboy cry out, his bottom still quite sensitive after its recent stretching. "Get him into position, boys," he ordered Rish and Rack.

Struggling desperately against the much-stronger males who now gripped his arms, one on either side, Spark was easily hauled over to a wide, smooth workbench, then bent over at the waist, his chest pressed against the well-polished wood. Whimpering and sobbing pitifully, Spark looked up at the twins with sweet, pleading eyes, begging them in his most persuasive tones to let him go. All his entreaties, though, only seemed to make the twins' cocks throb harder as they used Spark's own belt to lash his wrists together, then, for added measure, hauled up his beautiful tail and bound it alongside his wrists, leaving him utterly, helplessly exposed.

"It's only fair," explained Greymuzzle, giving Spark's firm, rounded, almost feminine, heart-shaped bottom an affectionate pat before withdrawing his hand, while Rish and Rack continued to hold poor Spark firmly in place despite all his desperate wriggling. "Horse has wanted your butt since we first captured you back in the forest, and I have to admit, I don't mind at all helping Crystal over there go through some, what was it called? Oh yeah: 'stress testing,' me with Rish and Rack."

Spark was about to say something more, perhaps to plead again to be spared being skewered on that equine-sized hyenaprick, but all his words were cut off as he felt two powerful, dominant paws seize firm hold of his pert bottom, squeezing it tightly, and then spreading his cheeks apart. His muzzle parting for a last attempt at begging for mercy, all Spark's words were suddenly turned into a high-pitched, sweetly musical wail as his ears were filled with a deep, throaty_grunt_ as Horse's rump went taut, his hips working from side to side as the pointed tip of his hyenacock started to work the slim little foxboy's bottom open, stretching his tense pink rosebud open...then wider...and wider still...and wider still after that, making Spark's eyes grow huge, his jaw dropping, his black-furred paws going up to the tips of his toes as the impossible thickness of that massive dark penis stretched the poor boy's bottom right to its limits, and perhaps just a little bit beyond. That wail turned to a high-pitched howl, then, as Horse finally fit the bloated glans of his cock past Spark's anal ring with a softly audible pop, and then plunged himself forward until his hips slapped against the upturned, white inner fur of Spark's bum, making it bounce.

"Nice, tight little foxy," growled Horse approvingly, reaching up to rub Spark behind the ears - Spark's bottom was treating him very nicely, after all, and he didn't want to appear ungrateful - before reaching that hand around to cup and caress the underside of Spark's rigid, dripping shaft, then engulf it in his thick, meaty fist even as he started to grind his thick, meaty cock around in Spark's clenching foxhole. Gritting his teeth tightly against pressure and pleasure at once, Spark pressed his check tightly to the table, trying, and failing, desperately to keep his moans from sounding too slutty as he braced himself for what could potentially be hours of bestial humping from the brute buried to the hilt inside his bottom.

Nearby, the steampunk trio were watching all of this behind slightly fogged goggles. They also were watching as the other three gnolls surrounded the kneeling Crystal, running their hands over her supple, surprisingly pliable body, squeezing and caressing her everywhere, into every curve and crevasse. When Greymuzzle tried to slap Crystal's bottom, however, he winced, shaking his hand as her transparent "skin" suddenly turned cloudy.

"Guess that new armor's working fine, at least on the outside," he chuckled ruefully, before cupping Crystal's breasts in his hands, then slowly lying back, letting Rish and Rack guide her onto all-fours above her. "Let's see if it works as well on the inside."

"As my masters wish," said Crystal immediately, obediently, her body turning the color of frosted glass as she was surrounded by gnolls, eager to test out the sturdiness of her reinforced body to its limits.

*

* In Belthin's Tower *

"Get 'em up to the tower," Rufus said, motioning to the shellshocked-looking unicorn and hippogryph as he looked at Calanon and Durion. The hoary-furred wolf paused for a moment as he looked at Padmini, meeting her soft brown eyes as he waited for her self-assessment. Padmini's brow furrowed only for a moment before she also nodded, a nod which Rufus returned as the elephant girl moved, wobbly-legged, to join her two friends. Though she wasn't suffering the same slow-building suffering of the blisterheat that Imogen and Wisselfleur were starting to experience, her own inner fires quenched with the burgeoning life now firmly planted in her womb, and her training had allowed her to remain on her feet despite being deflowered by a demonic penis almost as long as her forearm, the ordeal was still almost too much for her, and she would need time to recover. Time and a great deal of rest.

As the elves, light-skinned and dark, helped the three girls up the long flights of stairs to the tower, taking frequent rest breaks, Rufus nodded to Adel, and the two party leaders turned, heading towards the door to the bathing chamber.

Pushing open the door, Rufus blinked at the sight before him: suspended in the air above the softly steaming warm water were Cassidy and Shara, a great multitude of translucent blue water tentacles surrounding them, restraining their limbs. Shara was eagerly, enthusiastically bucking back and forth, up and down, her eyes closed, her expression one of ultimate bliss as she suckled on a tentacle in her slender muzzle, at the same time working her black-furred hands up and down two thick tentacles which would occasionally squirt a thicker sort of almost-water onto her bare, white-furred breasts, then withdraw, only to be replaced by others. A similar pattern was repeated with the tentacles, sometimes two at a time, penetrating and pumping Shara's tailhole and quim, her juices flowing in copious torrents out onto the floor and into the pools.

Cassidy was suspended facing up, his wrists bound behind his back, his legs held spread-eagled, a thrusting tentacle working itself just under his tail. Unlike Shara, he looked somewhat reluctant still, though his face had taken on the glazed expression of one who'd been through a few too many orgasms to really object any longer. Maji herself was crouched over Cassidy, his thick bunnycock visible as a dark shape within her translucent blue depths as she bounced herself up and down, moaning loudly as she squeezed her nipples in obvious orgasmic enjoyment.

For a moment Rufus and Adel just stood there, blinking in surprise. Then they looked at each other, looked behind them at the members of their party, many of whom (especially One-eye and Urta) were showing signs of immediate arousal, then back at the water elemental having fun with their friends.

Rufus cleared his throat.

"Oh!" exclaimed Maji, her eyes opening as she looked over her shoulder at Rufus, slowly and quite deliberately hiking her powerful tail upward, exposing her shapely, rubbery, watery tush and very visibly tight tailhole in open invitation. "You're back sooner than I expected."

When Rufus didn't seem inclined to take her up on her offer, Maji heaved a slow sigh, before her body mass shrank slightly (which seemed to just make her inner walls squeeze even more tightly around Cassidy's cock), and another, identical orcagirl rose from the central pool, though this one was quite a bit smaller than the one riding the poor bunnyboy.

"You have the heart, then?" the newmade Maji said with a smile, to which Rufus nodded, holding out the canopic jar. "Excellent."

Maji stretched out a hand, resting it on top of the jar. Her fingers slowly grew less stable, and then became pure liquid sliding into the most minute of cracks in the clay vessel, until they reached deep inside. The water elemental's face was a mask of concentration, and soon she was forced to slowly lower Shara (who looked terribly disappointed) and Cassidy (who breathed a long, slow sigh of relief) to the smooth tiles of the bathing chamber as more and more of her powers were taken up with this task. Cassidy had enough time to crawl behind Rufus' protective presence (Shara, however, stayed where she was, not seeming to be in a hurry to escape) as Maji worked her own magic on the jar containing Belthin's heart, before, finally, she withdrew her fingers from the vessel, and slumped, now semi-liquid, her body not nearly so well-defined as before, into the room's main pool.

"I've done what I can," the orca-elemental said, obviously exhausted. "It's not much, but I hope it helps. If you can beat Belthin, you don't have to kill her now, if you don't want to." A slow, naughty smile spread across the orca's dripping face. "You can keep her as your slave. As long as you own what's in that jar, she won't dare to resist you. Well, if you can beat her in the first place, anyway."

"Might be useful," Rufus said with a soft grunt of approval. "Might not. We'll see what comes next."

"Whoever holds that jar, by the way," Maji added, sinking a little lower into the pool, "can't be touched by any of Belthin's magic, ever. Everybody else had better watch out, though. Now, I'm really sorry, but I have to rest for a while: that took a lot out of me."

"Even better," Rufus added with a toothy grin, before wrapping a leather thong from his pouch, one he'd normally use to do up his ankle leggings in especially cold weather, and made a sort of necklace of the small jar. "Maybe we'll see you on our way out, Maji."

"I'd like that," said the orca-elemental sleepily. "Do come up and see me sometime."

Path Choices

The choices are reduced now, but are still present.

A) Blood and carnage! Hack our way through the forces downstairs on the way to the dungeon, where Belthin is. This has a 50% chance of success, due to her many guards being on alert, but our forcefulness will give us a 75% chance of overwhelming Belthin herself.

B) Stealth and shadows. Let's take this nice and slow. We'll have a 65% chance of making it down, but this gives us a 60% chance of besting Belthin and her minions in the dungeon.

The final choice, of course, is this: should we take Belthin as our slave - yes or no? There is no percentage roll for this, only the preference of the readership. If it matters, Belthin is a very attractive human brunette with slightly olive-tinted skin.