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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Fourth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies and Results

A - Not a single one

B - 7

C - 12 (and see the first Additional Vote below)

D - 9

Percentile Roll: 33 out of 40 needed - success!

Additional Vote: Dominate the gnolls (C/D with a twist) - 5 - I've decided to run with this one.

Additional Vote: Have the captives help - 1 - added

Additional Vote: Make the warlord female/herm - 3

Additional Vote: Make Rufus meet past lovers - 1

Additional Vote: Provide Pathfinder statistics for characters - 1

Closed Vote: Impregnation - 11 - this is a thing, and it will happen

As always, if I didn't list a course of action that you think should be followed, feel free to add it in your comments below.

Author's Note

If you're not generally a roleplaying sort of person, please don't feel like you don't have enough knowledge of the "game system" to chip in with your vote. I've done my best to deliberately make this series as uncomplicated as I can, while still retaining elements of traditional roleplaying games. Just go with your gut, or what you'd like to see happen, and hope for the best.

Pathfinding Fourth Entry

Thinking rapidly, Rufus considered his alternatives, the thought of just abandoning these hapless souls to their fate never occurring to him as, with a swiftness that would have astonished many civilized tacticians, he settled upon his course of action and began to follow through with his plans. Of course, the reasons behind Rufus' chosen actions remained debatable in their virtue, but his ultimate goal was nevertheless one that many might have admitted approached the good: looking for a way to minimize the number of lives lost, without regard for race or species.

As Rufus began to carefully and silently creep around the perimeter of the small clearing, the gnoll who'd seized the heart-shaped bottom of the chipmunk lass gave a cruel giggle as his powerful grip dug his fingers into her tense, taut flesh, rendering all her desperate struggling ineffectual, except to further excite the wicked hyenaman as the tip of his dark red cock caught in the tiny pink nub of the hapless femme's tailhole. His expression taking on a hellish cast, the gnoll grinned toothily as he started to lean inward, his body tensing up as he began putting force behind his hips, his cock starting to bend slightly as the poor doomed girl's muffled cries of protest grew louder and steadily more desperate and high-pitched, even as her eyes grew steadily wider as she felt herself about to be roughly sodomized without any sort of preparation. For Rufus' plans to work just right, unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to act fast enough to save the girl from taking some anal inches, and so the wolf forced himself to focus on continuing his slow, careful stealth toward the rear of the hyenababe muzzle-raping the slender foxboy.

Just before the gnoll game the final shove that would have painfully wrenched the chipmunk girl's tailhole wide open, however, another of the gnolls reached over and smacked his comrade on the side of the head with a snarled complaint. The two began to bicker as the first gnoll pulled back, sparing the chipmunk from her agonizing anal violation, at least for the time being, the hyenamen snapping and snarling like animals. Their language was close enough to Rufus' normal wolfen tongue that he could tell that the one who'd been about to rape the chipmunk felt that suffering was all that those who threatened the Warlord deserved, while the one who'd interrupted him felt it was a waste to be so rough with a captive, since it just ruined them for later fun. Apparently all was not perfect in the gnollish ranks, as the more brutal among them seemed more loyal to the Warlord, while others were less committed, and less inclined toward killing their captives...well, at least not right away, though accidents were known to happen in the throes of passion, and sometimes you just got hungry and needed a snack.

While the two squabbled, a third gnoll barked at two of his fellows to hold their muscular captive down and to spread him open. This third gnoll was almost as heavily muscled as the bound gnoll, and was obviously someone of importance in the group, perhaps the male equivalent of the large-cocked female rutting the foxboy's mouth. While the other gnolls moved to obey the order they'd been given, and the powerfully-built male leader pulled what looked like a dildo from a pouch on his belt, but one that looked studded with iron spikes, not the sort of toy anyone would want to play with under most circumstances, the last two gnolls closed in on the tan-furred rabbit boy. The young rabbit was only a little taller than the slim chipmunk girl, but had an obvious tone to his youthful body that bespoke long hours of hard, honest work, unlike the more aristocratic shapeliness of the chipmunk. He would probably be handy in a fight if push came to shove, even without weapons, at least as Rufus could judge such things. Unlike their fellows, the two gnolls that now began to stroke their large hands over the rabbit's body took their time, obviously in no real hurry. It was apparent what side of the spectrum of cruelty and violence they fell on, as, instead of jumping straight into stuffing the helpless male's tense, obviously virgin tailhole, they began to caress and tease their fingers over the boy's body. At first the rabbit's eyes widened, expecting a trick, or some sudden cruelty to torment him. Then one of the gnolls began to stroke the rabbit's sheath, while the other bent behind him and started to gently suckle on the helpless male's plump, dangling sac, and it was only a matter of moments before the healthy young rabbit's smooth pink penis was sliding free of his sheath, and straight into the eager muzzle of the one that had been stimulating his sheath. As Rufus glanced over in their direction once more, just as the gnoll kneeling behind the rabbit started to nibble and lick his way toward the rabbit's snug cleft, the wolf realized that the pair were twins, which explained how they knew to work together so well, almost as though they could read each others' minds.

Enough with waiting and sneaking, though: Rufus was ready to act. It was a good time for it, too, as the cruel-visaged male with the iron-spiked dildo was giving the helpless gnoll bound at his feet a cruel sneer, just as he started to fit the sharp tip of that killing weapon right up against the muscular male's tailhole. Just before he swung into action, Rufus could hear some of the taunting words of the leading male gnoll to his captive, and realized they had some sort of past together, a longstanding rivalry of which Rufus was just hearing a part. But there was no time for that - now...now...now!

The gnollfemme had actually slowed her cruel rape of the foxboy's muzzle as Rufus had circled the clearing, and at that moment was taking her time, even letting the handsome fox start to set the pace. Naturally (typical fox!), as soon as his forced partner started to become a little more intimate with him, the foxboy's long, slender penis slid free of its sheath, and was quite soon standing at full erection, though his knot didn't expand all the way, at least not at first. It was at that moment that Rufus stepped up behind the gnollbabe, and slipped his long knife from its sheath, and directly beneath the base of her engorged clitoris.

"Bet your cock's a lot more sensitive'n a male's," growled Rufus in the gnollfemme's ear, even as her eyes widened in shock and growing fear, the other gnolls in the clearing only barely starting to realize what was going on. "Tell your tribemates to back down."

"Do what he says," the gnollfemme said, keeping his voice steady, even as Rufus could feel her trembling against his hard-muscled chest and belly. Immediately, the twins drew away from the rabbit, who slumped, panting hard, his cheeks flushed, while the two that had been holding the captive gnoll spread also drew back, moving to the opposite end of the clearing, joined a moment later by the one that had saved the chipmunk girl from being dry-raped (admittedly for his own selfish purposes, but the end result was the same).

Not all the gnolls, however, seemed to care as much about the wellbeing of their leader. In an instant, almost too fast for Rufus' eyes to follow, the gnoll that had been about to rape the chipmunk girl leapt up, snatching a knife from a sheath on his outer thigh, and leaped at Rufus. The shaggy grey wolf reacted instinctively, his axe in his other hand snapping out, catching the lunging gnoll right in the throat, the blade jarring in Rufus' hand as it impacted against the back of the now-dead hyenaman's spine, killing him almost instantly as his windpipe and neck arteries were cut, and the gnoll fell to the ground, face-down as he swiftly expired with a final, gory gurgle.

The muscular gnoll leader reacted more slowly, but his intent was quite similar as he rounded on Rufus, hefting the iron-spiked dildo in one hand, a heavy iron-studded morningstar in the other.

"Coward," the male taunted his erstwhile leader as he began to advance on Rufus and his hostage. "Scared and weak like all females. Now you die, and I lead!"

The gnollfemme's body tensed in fury at the male gnoll's words, and she bared her teeth, the rush of adrenaline and anger not seeming to affect the hardness of her clit-cock in the least. All the same, Rufus nudged the foxboy with one foot, getting the smaller male's attention, his eyes never leaving the advancing gnoll warrior, who was obviously intent on bloodshed, and didn't care much about whether he killed his comrade in the process.

"Knife on my leg," he growled, and almost immediately the fast-thinking fox snatched the small knife from its sheath, and darted toward where the rabbit and chipmunk were bound, since they were far enough away from the gnollish male that the fox wasn't in serious danger from that nasty-looking spiked club. "Come on, then," Rufus then snarled at the cruel-faced male, lifting his axe even as he turned the gnollfemme slightly to the side, so that she wouldn't be directly in the way of the fighting, while still letting him keep a tight hold of her.

The gnoll laughed evilly, and began to charge forward, intent on slaying the lupine intruder. At the very instant he started forward, however, the bound gnoll got his feet under him, and plowed forward, his broad shoulders catching the back of his rival's knees, sending him stumbling forward. In that moment, as the gnollish male struggled to keep from falling, Rufus flicked out his long knife, now keeping his axe pressed to the gnollbabe's neck, the tip of the blade piercing the would-be gnollish leader's chest right up to the hilt, rupturing his heart.

Giving a soft grunt as he jerked his blade free, Rufus moved both of his freshly-blooded weapons against his captive's body, making sure she didn't try anything. At the same time, the foxboy swiftly cut the captive gnoll's bonds, and he, as well as the others, armed themselves from the pile of their equipment which the gnolls had made, obviously intending to divide it up later as spoils of battle. The chipmunk had taken up a long, slender rapier, an aristocrat's weapon, and not something Rufus normally associated with beastfolk, but somehow it suited the beautiful dual-striped female quite well. The rabbit had scooped up a bow that was perfectly-sized for him, and after slinging a quiver over his shoulder, nocked and arrow and held it trained on the remaining five gnolls on the other side of the clearing, though he kept the bowstring loose so as not to tire himself before he was ready to fire, showing experience in the use of his weapon. The foxboy didn't bother reaching for another weapon, and just stuck with the knife Rufus had given him, though it was obvious he was only somewhat trained in its use. The gnoll, however, was the most clearly-skilled of the four as he picked up a broad-bladed spear and hide shield, standing proudly as he faced his fellow gnolls, his bearing surprisingly noble despite the known tendencies of his savage, cowardly, brutal race. Rufus caught the gnoll warrior's eye as he glanced back at the wolf, and in that moment, without words needing to be said, Rufus knew he'd earned a packmate, someone who would die rather than betray him. It was a strange sort of knowledge, something that Rufus associated only with other wolves. To feel that same kinship of the pack with a gnoll was an alien thing, and yet also something Rufus could accept with ease, knowing that he was the alpha in this relationship, as the gnoll voluntarily yielded the reins of power to him.

"You have saved us," said the chipmunk girl as she pulled the gag free of her mouth, then flexed her lips a few moments before she continued, her voice soft, sweet, and beautiful, with the tone and accent of one with high breeding and education, obviously one long-trained to know how to command and be obeyed. "I suppose introductions are in order: I am Princess Adell, of the Green Hills Kingdom, across the sea. These," she indicated the fox, the rabbit, and the hyena in turn, "are Spark, Cassidy, and Artan, my friends and companions. Presently I and my companions were seeking to thwart the Warlord in this place, with the hope that, once the Warlord's threat was ended, perhaps we might return to my homeland, and free my people from their bondage under wicked new masters." She then turned her beautiful blue eyes on Rufus, and the wolf had to work to keep his heart from skipping some beats at that storybook gorgeous face, pretty enough to make him believe she really was a princess like she claimed. "You have saved me," she said finally, after holding Rufus' gaze for a long moment. "As a princess of the realm, I owe you a debt of honor which cannot be fully repaid, but I swear that I will try."

Urgh. Okay, that made it hard for Rufus not to drool a bit. It was common knowledge that, when you saved a princess, you got her hand in marriage and half her parents' kingdom. Well, this princess wasn't in power right then, so the whole marrying and kingdom thing weren't on the table...but that didn't mean Rufus couldn't call in other, equally-pleasing ways to spend the time with a smoking hot princess...

"We're not safe yet, Adel," said Rufus, deciding to use the chipmunk's given name, without titles, since they didn't sit right on his tongue, even as he forced himself back into his warrior's focus, his attention returning to the gnoll in his arms and the five other gnolls still watching him in silence, waiting to see what he'd do next. Now that the odds were no longer in their favor, they were obviously ready to run rather than fight if there looked like a good chance to make it away safe. Right then, though, they were held there, at least for the moment, by their loyalty to their leader, for it was obvious that they liked her, even if they weren't quite ready to let themselves all die for her. "Stay on your guard until we sort this out, all of you."

"What do you want?" asked the she-gnoll, gritting her teeth as she shivered, feeling the chill of the flat of Rufus' long knife teasing the underside of her still-erect faux-penis. "And, more importantly, what are you going to do with me?"

Well...that was the question of the hour, wasn't it?

Path Choices

A - I just want the woman. The rest of you spotty-furred hyenascum can get lost. (50% - this rises to 80% if the gnollfemme is allowed to leave as well)

B - Because I said so! We've demonstrated that we're tougher than this small band's present leader (and their would-be leader), and we're obviously pretty good in battle, too. It might be profitable to hang around and let us be the alpha male, even if we are a wolf. (30%)

C - Treasure. In exchange for their service, the gnolls can have a share of the spoils, of which there are likely to be a lot. (40%)

D - Sex. We just so happen to have five fresh, smooth-skinned human hotties not far behind us. If the chance to pop a spotty-furred baby in one of them isn't a good incentive, we don't know what is. (50%) The girls are probably going to object to having their sweet pink tushies put on the bargaining table, though.

E - Sniff sniff. Hey, that hyenababe smells like she's almost in heat. A few more days, and she'll be nice 'n ripe. No wonder she was so eager to nail that foxboy. We're just gonna hafta pop a baby in her, then, with the gnolls watching the show, and that'll make us the one in charge. (40%)

F - We've got companions now. Why not let the gnolls pick up more-or-less where they left off? Except this time a bit more consensually. (40%)

Note: All choices from B onward can be added together - please indicate which of these options you want added to the pot. For every additional incentive offered to the gnolls, their chances of accepting the offer increases by 5%, added to the highest percentage of the chosen offers.

If the percentile roll is made by ten or more, the gnolls may actually not betray Rufus and company as soon as they can get a better offer.