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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Third Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

A - 11

B - 2

C - 1

D - 3

Additional Vote: Impregnation - 4

Additional Vote: Make the warlord female - 2

Additional Vote: Make Rufus meet past lovers/Troll Rufus - 1

I will not list the "Additional Votes" normally, but feel free to include them yourselves when you make your other votes. Or propose your own sorts of votes, as pleases you best.

Author's Note

Just so all y'all readers know, there is a flat 20% chance of an encounter every time the scene shifts in "civilized" territory, while in more wilderness areas, the chance rises to 40%, and in really dangerous areas (like the plains in option D) the chance of encounters rises to 60%. By the way, the north woods are a 40% area, and I just rolled a random encounter, which led to this entry.

Also as a reminder, the percentage chance that a given action will succeed is listed after the option in parentheses. There is only danger of death or for a character to be otherwise unable to continue the adventure if I list it as so. Otherwise, a failed percentage roll will usually result in some manner of penalty, but not necessarily death or disablement.

Pathfinding Third Entry

Most guys'd probably think that traveling in the wilderness with five fine teenage girls would be a dream come true. Well, maybe that's true for pretty boy heartthrobs like girls are always swooning over in the romance ballads the bards are always singing about. For a guy like Rufus, a shaggy, snarly, savage beast of a wolf, not so much. Marlene had brought him along because he knew the north woods better than anybody else she could land to help her, besides being a handy additional sword arm.

It was for this reason that Rufus actually felt more than a little relief when he left the group to head off into the woods, scouting ahead for his party. They'd hitched a ride with a caravan heading north, acting as guards for part of the way, getting hot meals and additional security as their payment (you have to go all the way with a caravan to get a full share; otherwise you're just a hanger-on), before Marlene, as the de facto leader of the group right then, decided it was time for her group of six to cut away from the caravan, bidding their farewells, and head off into the woods in search of the local tribes of beastfolk that made their homes in that region. As the party's tracker, of course, it was Rufus' job to do the scouting, which was probably best for everybody involved. After all, if you hung around long enough, it was inevitable that you'd get to see just about everything about your fellow travelers on a long journey like this one, and those city girls kept getting all riled up every time Rufus came close to catching them with their panties down. So, for the sake of security as well as everyone's peace of mind, Rufus ranged far ahead of the group, almost acting as a party of one most of the time, dropping back every half-hour or so just to make sure his group was staying on the path they'd chosen, a path that Rufus was pretty sure would take them into wolf tribe territory, where he had friends from his former travels.

It was on the apex of one of these jaunts into the wilderness, when Rufus was about as far out from the rest of his party as possible and evening was swiftly hastening on, that his sharp wolf senses picked up the sound of a cruel giggle, the sort that you didn't forget easily: gnolls. Those hyenalike humanoids had a laugh that was chilling in the way it melded a human's evil laugh with an animal's rising tension, something that could give a guy nightmares, especially when it was happening close to dark, like it was right then. Immediately crouching down, Rufus froze for several moments, making sure the giggle wasn't intended for him, before he heard the sounds of a sweet, high-pitched voice up ahead, the words not quite audible at this distance, but the intent clear from its tones: someone was begging for their life. With gnolls, though, Rufus didn't rate the person's chances of getting any mercy very highly. To a gnoll, mercy meant starting to eat a captive after they were dead, rather than in the middle of sex.

Setting his jaw, Rufus started to creep forward on hands-and-knees, almost like a four-legged wolf in his silence and swiftness. Reaching forward as he encountered a small natural clearing in the woods, the grey wolf slowly parted the brush in front of him, his expression grim at what he saw. There in the small clearing were eight of the spotty-furred hyenafolk, standing around their four kneeling captives, wrists bound behind their backs, all of them stripped to their fur, or nearly there, a typical result of a hasty strip-search like that which gnolls usually did when they took prisoners. Under other circumstances, Rufus would probably have taken more time to appreciate the sight, as the captives were pretty sexy in their own way. There was a smoking hot chipmunk girl with a gorgeously butt resting on her heels as she knelt, to say nothing of her really pretty face, with big blue eyes that were the sort that could make a guy just melt. Next to her was kneeling a sandy brown bunny, his trim, tight musculature obviously toned from a life spent in near-constant activity, his ears still up, showing that he hadn't given in yet, and was still looking for a way out of their current predicament. Securely bound next to this pair was a massively-muscled beast of a male, another gnoll, his gorgeously-sculpted body obviously that of a warrior born and bred, solid and well-suited to taking a hit, as evidenced by the numerous little scars visible through his spotty yellow-brown fur, only just barely hidden from Rufus' total view by a tight-fitting loin binding of dark soft leather. The gnoll glared at his fellow hyenafolk brazenly, and there was obviously no love lost between them. The final of the four captives was an absolutely gorgeous-looking red fox, the only one of the four who wasn't bound right then, and the only one of the four that didn't have a gag in his muzzle. It was the fox's sweet voice that Rufus had heard, as the slender, beautiful male knelt before the leader of the gnoll scouting party (for a group of that size had to be a party for scouting or hunting), his black-furred hands clasped together before him in supplication.

"Please, just let us go," begged the fox winningly in the language of the gnolls, not a hint of accent in his voice, looking up with the most heart-wrenchingly sweet green eyes, his expression enough to make a stone cry even if his voice wasn't already such delicate music on the ears. "I'm a bard, and these are my protectors. Surely your tribe wouldn't be ones to violate the sanctity of a bard's life?"

The gnoll leader, a tall and statuesque female with breasts only barely held in check by her leather halter, and a faux-penis only barely held in check by her loin-binding, giggled again at the fox's words, then grabbed him roughly by his longer headfur, making the poor male cry out, his voice heart-achingly gorgeous even when he was in pain.

"You're here to rally people against our master, the Warlord," snarled the muscular female with a snort of derision. "That makes you all enemies. If you're really a bard like you say, I'll bet you know what that means." She grinned, nastily, her muzzle spreading into a toothy grin that was terrible to behold. "Tell me, what have you heard about what we gnolls do to our captive enemies...and to traitors," she added, tossing venomous glance at the almost handsome gnoll bound next to the other two prisoners, a glare he returned.

"You...you," the fox started to say, then shook his head, whimpering in horror, his face the very picture of desperate pleading. "Please, not that...please don't..."

"We rape our enemies, taken in battle, to death," the gnoll leader finished, leading to a round of eager giggling from her all-male followers as they began to drool in eagerness, closing in around their captives, obvious bulges forming in their loin bindings. Then, however, the she-gnoll more gently stroked the underside of the doomed little fox's chin, where his red fur gave way to white. "However...I think I could use a pet," she added with a smirk. "I think you know what good pets do if they want to please their owners, don't you?"

As the she-gnoll said these words, she tugged on the knot at the side of her loin binding, and it dropped to the ground, letting her quite large enlarged clitoris, bigger than many cocks Rufus had seen, spring up, smooth and thick and proud. The fox gave a soft yip of surprise as the tip of the hyenagirl's cock bobbed slightly, tapping him on the nose, before he whined as she slapped the side of his slender, pretty muzzle with her raging erection.

"Get to work!" she snarled viciously, grabbing the foxboy roughly, muffling his desperate final pleas for mercy by force-feeding her swollen faux-cock into his muzzle, making tears come to his beautiful green eyes as she started to rape his pretty face, her tongue lolling out in her pleasure.

That seemed to be the signal to the other gnolls, as they quickly seized the other three prisoners, shoving them down while hauling their bottoms high. Again, under other circumstances, Rufus would have taken more time to savor the sight of two rounded, bouncy bare bottoms as they were forced into the air in full presentation right next to a more solidly-built but nevertheless quite attractive male rump all lined up like that. Right now, though, Rufus knew he was running short on time, a fact made all the more clear as one of the seven other gnolls (minus their female leader who was still savoring the sensation of choking an adorable foxboy on her cock) shucked his loin binding swiftly and grabbed hold of the chipmunk girl's heart-shaped tushie tightly enough that his fingers dug into her supple flesh quite deeply, making her cry out in pain through the rag gag in her cute little mouth. The chipmunk girl looked over her shoulder at the gnoll in defiance, visibly gritting her teeth in anticipation as she felt the brutish male's cocktip nudging clumsily around her tight pink tailhole and tighter folds of her cunny, bracing herself against what seemed like inevitable imminent penetration.

If Rufus wanted to save these prisoners, he'd have to act fast.

Path Choices

A - Eh, forget it. It's way too much work trying to save others, especially when you've already got a quest of your own.

B - Wait a bit here. Hmm, it's possible to go back and get the rest of the party, then raid these gnolls in force, with the element of surprise as well. The prisoners'd probably get a little more gnollcock in them than they'd like, though, before Rufus got back with Marlene, Leta, Regina, Morgan, and Deriny. That, and Rufus'd have to share credit for the rescue with the rest of his party, which means he wouldn't necessarily get to enjoy his hard-earned spoils without approval from those human hotties. (75% chance of success.)

C - Rufus wants 'em fresh! It's possible for Rufus to strike down the gnolls with his bow and then his blades, taking down at least two of them before they even know what's happening. It's a bit more risky than doing it with a group, but it means Rufus would get to enjoy the spoils all to himself; after all, the four captives are all beastfolk, and while "civilized" humans often didn't get the right of spoils thing, these beastfolk probably would, knowing that they'd owe Rufus for saving their lives, essentially becoming his property unless he wished to free them, and certainly being willing to do just about whatever he might want to show their gratitude even if he did choose to free them. (45% chance of success.)

D - That gnollbabe's kinda cute. It'd be even harder, but either B or C could be selected (please indicate which you prefer), with a -5% chance of success, but by so doing, it would be possible to take the leader prisoner...for questioning, of course. Mmm, dickgirls...