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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Eighty-fifth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

At last, the great long huge orgy comes to a close. Voting now resumes - see your choices below...and choose the fate of our heroes!

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No votes presently pending. Feel free to make suggestions, preferably within the timeframe remaining to us in the course of our story.

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

As the final scenes of our massive orgy draw to a close, we turn our attention once more to the face of the war...well, after we've had one last little bit of fun, of course.

Pathfinding Eighty-fifth Entry

Allowing himself a slight smile, Kyta leaned back, his strong hands stroking down Imogen's sleek, silvery-furred body. Extending his tongue, the hermaphroditic dragon curled it around one plump silver nipple, making the smooth young unicorn moan, her back arching as she rode the muscular herm beneath her. Nearby, Lesage was moaning loudly around a mouthful of thick, swollen wolfcock, her throat working hard as she swallowed every last drop of thick cum, while behind her, another wolfen snarled as he filled the lithesome angelteen to the brim with yet another load of sperm. Exhausted males and females of numerous races littered the ground, thoroughly sated smiles on their faces.

Kyte had lasted through it all. Actually, he'd outlasted one of the mythic females there, as Wisselfleur's present state attested: lying face down, rump high, equine tail matted against her leg, leaving her wide-stretched cunny and tailhole, still dripping copious dragoncum, quite clearly visible. She'd endured much, but in the end, the young hippogryph wasn't quite as enduring as the immortal unicorn filly or young angel.

As the two wolves that had been spitroasting Lesage dropped away, finally exhausted like so many of their brethren, the mighty Jonna stepped in to take their place. Two loads of thick dragoncum were dripping down her thighs - besides a mix of at least a dozen other races' cum - from both cunny and tailhole, but the minotaur paladin was almost as indefatigable as an angel herself. That, and she had Padmini on her side, for the elephant girl soon joined the she-minotaur, all three of them tumbling into a tangle of writhing feminine limbs.

Now Kyte grinned toothily up at Imogen as she rode him, grinding her hips forward and back with sweet moans escaping her beautiful lips. Gripping the unicorn's bottom with both strong talons, Kyte licked the filly's exposed throat, making her gasp in sweat-soaked pleasure. Feeling Imogen's lionlike tail wrap around his wrist, Kyte started to move his hips harder, faster, bucking under the silvered unicorn, his heavy balls slapping her moon-white bottom as he took her right to her depths.

Seizing control, Kyte rolled himself over, covering Imogen, pinning her beneath him as he began to pump his hips harder, faster. Dainty little hooves kicked and flailed on either side of his pumping hips as the slapping of flesh-on-flesh grew louder. The green-scaled dragon knew he'd planted his seed in at least four fertile wombs that night so far - one elven, two wolfen, and a very shapely she-bear - and now intended to plant his potent dragonseed once more in Imogen's deepest depths. With just the right addition of magic to his orgasm, Kyte could ensure his sperm would last inside of her long enough to ensure pregnancy.

Her horn shining, Imogen cried out in her high, sweet voice as Kyte crushed his mid-sized breasts against her sleek, smaller ones, his green nipples dueling with her silver ones. She cried out again as orgasm overtook her once more, her horn shining brightly, and Kyte found her sudden, exquisite tightness too much for him to endure any longer. With a roar of triumph, the powerful green dragon thrust himself to the hilt, his heavy balls tensing as he came, again and again and again, trembling for many long minutes, while Imogen wriggled beneath him in the throes of her own exquisite orgasms.

That's it...that's...it! Every last drop.

"Mmm," sighed Imogen, flopping, exhausted back onto the soft grass of the clearing. "So creamy."

Kyte smiled, and kissed the unicorn's neck, then her lips. Now it just remained to be seen if Kyte's magic was equal to Imogen's. If it was, her smooth, silver-furred belly would soon be plump and round with his offspring.

Ah, but in the meantime...mmm, that was a nice little bottom. Pulling out, Kyte gripped Imogen's hip, and rolled her over onto all-fours. Ah yes, what a lovely sight. Gripping her bottom firmly, Kyte set his cockhead at the silver star of her tailhole, and carefully worked himself inside. Naturally, like all unicorns, she was almost as tight as a virgin, despite having taken easily a dozen or more cocks in her rear passage already. She squealed like a virgin, too, cumming already as Kyte took her hard and rough, knowing Imogen had discovered herself to be a tailslut.

Exquisite.

*

Adel panted hard as she crouched over Windtooth's hips, facing away from him, bouncing up and down on the mighty wolfen Alpha's immense member. For his part, the powerfully-muscled male grinned as he watched the cute little chipmunk's pert, perfect bottom slap against his firm flesh, content to let her do all the work, at least for now. Once she'd almost exhausted herself, then he fully intended to step in, and quite thoroughly ravish her until she was utterly satisfied.

Not far away, Rufus was mounted behind the wolfchild he'd sired from Adel, grinning as he admired her bottom, almost the perfect mirror to her mother's, except a bit more fluffy. She was a healthy young she-wolfen, after all, and her wagging tail slapped against her father's rigid belly as he pumped his thick shaft forward and back, stretching her smooth, pink, freshly-deflowered quim nice and wide on his hefty shaft.

"Stella," he whispered, then, louder, "Stella is your name now. I accept you as my daughter, and am proud to accept you into the Pack."

The words were ritualized. It wasn't especially common in these days for a father to go through the entire_ritual with his children, as the taboos against incest common among the smoothskins had crept into wolfen traditions as well, but Windtooth was oldschool, and Rufus was hardly bothered by civilized traditions. It wasn't like he was going to get _all of his children pregnant, after all. Just Rael, and only until she found a mate of her own. Well...and maybe Stella, but only because she was so very much like her mother in appearance.

"Y-yes, father," gasped out the newly-named wolfcub, shuddering with yet another orgasm at Rufus' skilled thrusting. He'd spent such a long time gnawing on her sweet pink cunny, along with his other girl children, before he'd finally mounted her, and he'd actually deflowered her with his tongue, stretching her hymen again and again until, finally, he'd simply been able to part her hymen with a minimum of tearing, and almost no pain.

Laughing at his daughter's eagerness, and seeing how close she was to collapse, Rufus delivered an open-handed slap across her adorable red-furred bottom, making her squeal and start to cum even harder at the additional, sudden stimulation. He spent several more moments rapidly grinding his hips against the young she-wolfen's gushing cunny, before he popped his cock free, letting her tumble forward, her tense little tushie thrust into the air as she continue to cum. Oh, Rufus would have dearly loved to cum inside his daughter, even then, when she was right on the cusp of entering a state of heat, and the chances of getting her pregnant were very high indeed. But he had other children that required his attention, and needed names of their own before they joined him in the battles to come.

Huge paws reaching out, Rufus caught hold of the hips of two more females kneeling nearby, watching wide-eyed as he claimed their sister. The girls were the daughters of the human girl, Morgan, and Rael, his own daughter. Morgan's daughter was a bright yellow, the same color as her mother's hair, while Rael's daughter had piebald yellow-and-white fur. Both were as cute as buttons, though Rufus had to admit, the rag-doll look of Rael's daughter made her a little bit cuter. But then, he was probably biased.

"Bright," he said to the slightly older of the two, Morgan's daughter. Then, turning to Rael's daughter, he nodded solemnly. "Windy."

Both young she-wolfen nodded with equal solemnity, a solemnity that was quite abruptly shattered as they gave a pair of girlish squeals when Rufus smacked their bouncy, fluffy bottoms, then turned them around, easily turning them onto all-fours, their tails hiking without prompting. Rufus had already spent a good deal of time on all three of his daughters, licking and gnawing on their dainty pink parts, until he'd carefully stretched their cherries right to the popping point. Now with both girls on all-fours before him, Rufus finished the job with his fingers, working first the heels of his palms into their juicy young cunnies until they were both even more thoroughly soaked than before, then carefully parting their untried sexes with a thick digit each.

Bright gave a short gasp as her cherry was popped, while Windy gave a precious little squeal, more of surprise than pain. That squeal soon grew a great deal louder and more drawn-out as Rufus replaced his finger with his cock, filling the little pupteen right up to the brim with a slow, smooth thrust of his hips. Giving her enough thrusts to get her moaning and thrusting back, Rufus pulled free - much to Windy's disappointment - and then thrust into Bright, making her cry out, cumming almost immediately after the foreplay she'd already enjoyed. Back and forth Rufus went, alternating between the two youngsters, until they were panting heavily, resting their chins on their folded arms, occasionally even daring to trade light kisses as their father claimed them from behind with firm-yet-gentle strokes. Young and inexperienced as they both were, of course, soon their eyes were heavy-lidded, happy lupine grins on both their pretty faces from a series of rapidfire orgasms inflicted upon them by Rufus' expert thrusts.

Once he was sure he'd properly satisfied his daughters, Rufus pulled his still-rigid cock free, then rose to face his two sons. One, sired from red-haired Deriny, was perfectly smooth-skinned, save for the shock of hoary grey hair on his head, and the similarly grey fur of his ears and tail. The other, birthed from half-elven Marlene, was almost a carbon-copy of Rufus himself, albeit at a much younger age.

"Redeye," he said, caressing the chest of his smooth-skinned son. "Redtooth," he continued, his other hand going to the chest of the full-furred wolfboy.

Those hands stroked down both boys' chests, then, and wrapped around their erect penises. Rufus smirked as he hefted both boys' shafts, feeling their rich heartblood pumping through them. Yes, these were his sons, all right. They even resembled him down here...though not quite as large, at least, not yet. They'd fill out, though, of that he was quite certain.

Stroking each boy's cock in a meaty fist for each, Rufus licked his lips, grinning down at the throbbing lengths of male meat in his hands. There was something so heady about handling another male's penis, and when that male was a virgin, eager to please and so full of youth and vitality...Rufus couldn't help but shudder with the force of his own arousal.

The smooth-skinned wolfboy moaned loudly, while Redtooth whimpered, precum leaking down onto their father's furry hands. Neither resisted as Rufus guided them onto their knees, their eyes on their father as they looked at him trustingly, knowing he wouldn't do anything to hurt them.

Rufus bent forward, his muzzle parting as he took first one boy, then the other, into his mouth. Mmm, so tasty and sweet. Fresh, virgin cream, right from the source. Both wolfboys squirmed and moaned and only just barely resisted thrusting their hips as Rufus deliberately held them in place with his strong hands. They were good kids, Rufus decided, obedient and eager to please their father. They deserved to feel good, as a reward for being so good. He, of course, was more than happy to give them the pleasure he felt they deserved.

Focusing all his attention on Redeye, Rufus started pumping his head faster now, harder, his eyes looking up into his son's while he reached around, and gripped the wolfboy's smooth pink bottom firmly in his strong hands. A finger slipped beneath the boy's tail, penetrating his tailhole, and only moments later, Rufus was rewarded for his efforts with a loud, lupine howl and a muzzlefull of tasty boycream as his questing finger found Redeye's prostate, then arched upward to the extra-sensitive bundle of nerves that helped control the boy's tail.

Pulling his muzzle free, smacking his lips with satisfaction, Rufus turned to Redtooth, and easily engulfed the other boy's very wolflike cock right up to the sheath. He felt the bubble of a knot swiftly forming within that sheath, and a little rubbing with his paw soon freed it, letting Rufus wrap one strong hand around the throbbing red bulb. Smirking around his fat mouthful of hot wolfcock, Rufus slipped his other hand around once more, and soon had the grey-furred wolfboy squirming, just as he'd squirmed when he'd given himself to his own father about a decade past. _Pop_went his finger as he squeezed it past Redtooth's tailring, and with only a few short, skilled thrusts, he was rewarded with a copious gush of cum, the wolfboy whining loudly as he was milked of every last drop.

Licking his lips, Rufus got to his feet once more, then patted both his sons on their bottoms, encouraging them to turn around. There, behind them, were their mothers, and the mothers of their sisters as well. Redheaded Deriny, blonde-haired Morgan, golden-tressed Morgan, and even brown-haired Leta, all were there, waiting. It was their duty to show their children the ways of pleasure more fully, between males and females, or between females and females, now that they'd given their virginities to their father.

Sounds of rising passion filling the tent behind him, and knowing he'd soon join in once more - for Rufus had serious designs on the tailholes of Stella and his two sons - Rufus turned and cupped Adel's chin, before kissing her deeply. As his father rose up behind her, Rufus bent, his own rigid cock thrusting forward, slowly squeezing in alongside the proud erection of the older Alpha male. Adel's bright blue eyes grew wide, and her sweet cries as she was doublestuffed were some of the most beautiful Rufus had ever heard. Then he let himself be lost in the passion of the moment, and started to thrust, his father answering every thrust with one of his own, as they claimed Rufus' mate together.

*

As Belthin was finally let down, the Valkyries only reluctantly showing the sorceress mercy at the behest of the elves and the wolfen, another figure was dragged to the stake at the center of the camp to take her place. Unlike Belthin, this figure was obviously a male, a large, well-muscled bovine figure with shaggy brown fur. Two strong ursine warriors dragged him along, and several sturdy wolfen warriors helped to bind him tightly to the pole, his wrists lifted above his head, his legs parted by a thick metal spreader bar, looted from Belthin's own dungeon. Snorting and struggling with all his might, Skaeth heaped many words of abuse on his captors, until, finally, they gagged him with his own wadded-up loincloth.

Though a great many had enjoyed Belthin, the sorceress hadn't fought and struggled that much. Actually, she'd been quite resigned to her fate, after suffering similar treatment for days under the attentions of the Valkyries. Her docility had made most of the wolfen and elves and actaeons to claim her quite gentle, and they'd even been quite attentive to the dark woman's pleasures, bringing her to many orgasms in the process of their lovemaking. But the burly, brown-furred minotaur - he fought! The struggles of the helpless male enflamed the predatory instincts of the wolfen and bearfolk, and the tale of Skaeth's betrayal of Rufus fired the elves and the actaeons. Free of the constraints they'd felt when ravishing Belthin, Skaeth cried out in defiance as he found himself surrounded by a host of lusty, cruel-eyed males, their rigid erections straining and ready to plunge themselves into his helpless, bound body. Soon, however, his cries turned to those of desperation as the first male took his turn with the big bull's tailhole, his eyes roaming around, the dawning realization of the full extent of his doom showing on his expression, before he was lost to sight in the crowd of lust-maddened males.

On a slight rise overlooking this scene, Cassidy leaned back against a tree, smiling at his son. The boy, the offspring of himself and Leta, was perfectly smooth, save for his soft tan hair, and the fur on his ears and white cotton tail. Next to the boy, Shara was showing him how to properly suck on a male's cock, demonstrating proper etiquette after you've ridden a male to orgasm. Two loads of Cassidy's cum leaked from beneath the smooth-bottomed boy's fluffy tail, and the dregs of three of the boy's own orgasms still trickled from his only partially-erect pink penis.

As far as Cassidy was concerned, even if the worst did happen in the days to come, he was satisfied. Even if he died, at least he'd die happy.

Path Choices

Phew, looks like we've de-virginized everybody in each of our armies (or almost everybody, anyway - those human knights are probably going to be trouble). A good thing, too: it's terrible to march to war with regrets or plans for the future that might never be realized. Now we sally forth! Well, after we've rested up a little, anyway. But what strategy shall we use to start? Please select only one of the following options, so that I know what you want to see next time. Unused options will most likely appear later.

Presently, our chances of success against the Warlord's army on the field of battle is 30% - thanks to her tentacle breeder monster, she's got an almost unlimited number of troops, given enough time for maturation and training, and brood mothers to bear these supernatural offspring. Besides her constant reinforcements, she's a remarkable warrior and strategist herself. This number will change as we take various actions over the course of the next several entries.

Bear in mind: it will take three successful victories in final battle - three separate direct conflict rolls - or three failed rolls on our part before the conflict will be decided, one way or the other. Mass combat like this takes a long time, and each day can mean a drastic change, though winning will give us a substantial bonus on the next check (or a penalty if we fail). Three successes, total, means that we win, and three failures, total, means that we lose. We will only roll when you, the readers, choose to do so, or when there are no further options to be explored.

1 - Scouting. Prime intelligence gathering. This group will be led by Cassidy. He can't go alone, since the Warlord's army is huge, and a single scout just couldn't get in all the details on the timeframe available. They have a 60% chance of success without mishap, and a success will give us some actual information on the Warlord's present forces, and improve most of the other chances of success below. If we fail this check, the next scene will involve the fate of the scouts. If we succeed, it will detail the Warlord's amusements and preparations for war.

2 - Diplomacy. Adel and Rufus will lead a diplomatic mission to the Warlord, to get her into peace negotiations. We've presently got only a 20% chance of influencing the Warlord toward peace negotiations, assuming that we want them to go in our favor. Of course, total surrender is still an option.... Bear in mind that this number will improve (or get worse) alongside our chances of success in outright combat, so watch it for later, if you want a less violent solution to the conflict.

3 - Research. When the going gets tough, the tough go to the library. We've got an angel of knowledge on our side, for goodness sake! That, and the Valkyries can rapidly access a good part of Belthin's library, besides what Belthin herself knows. If we want, we could find out more about the origins of the Warlord, and might get a few insights into her motives, powers, and the source of her armies. Knowing information like this can be vital. 75% chance of success, and the scene will detail more of the Warlord and her past exploits, tragedies, and triumphs, whether we learn anything useful out of it or not. Bear in mind - we can release the succubus imp to improve our chances of success here to 85%. However, succubus imps are known to be trouble, so be sure to mention this desire specifically if you want to go this route.

4 - Surgical strike. Rather than committing our entire force into an overwhelming wave of assault, we could instead hit and fade, picking out a prime target among the Warlord's army. Without any scouting or other preparations, we've got a 40% chance of success in this venture. If we do scouting and/or research first, this number will improve.

5 - Attack! Attack is always an option. We've got a 30% chance of success at present, as noted above. This number may change with different options.

6 - Claim the land. Time-consuming, but potentially effective, with a 50% chance of success. Taking this option means that our forces work to seize control of the land in various ways: scouting the terrain, laying traps and snares, building minor fortifications, digging in, and so forth.

7 - Rally the levies. There are still plenty of minor human and halfling settlements in the area. Though they're not as reliable as the forces of our present alliance, there's still an awful lot of them. Presently cowed into submission by the Warlord, we have a 60% chance of gathering assistance from these less-expected sources (with a hidden bonus for the halflings, since we saved some of their children from trolls a while back). If you choose this route, indicate if you want us to try and get the humans or the halflings on our side. Success here will also improve our chances of success in claiming the land and scouting.