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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Fifteenth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

A) 5 (D [4] or B [1] as backup)

B) 6

C) 0

D) 13

1) Badger female - 8. Badger male - 3. No badger for you - 10.

2) Lethal - 1. Nonlethal - 21.

* Use Praxis and the slavers as a bargaining tool with Carver - 1

* Breed Ryg - 6

* More information from the High Alpha about current events - 4

* Have Leta stay with the Blue Feather as a liason - 1

* Information on the state of the North - 4

* Get a cart - 3 - the party can take one from the slavers...if they win

* More opportunities for non-consensual sex (especially for Rufus) - 1

* Bring Rael with us - 2

* Another Warlord cutscene - 1

* Species to meet and mate - sheep, sheep-dogs, bunnies, cats, horses, cows, chickens, Minotaurs, Centaurs, Humans, Felines, Hounds, Badgers, Otters, Ferrets, Hares, Mice, Moles, Shrews, satyrs, skunks, squirrels

Looks like there was a bare majority against having the badger join, at least for the time being. If there's ever a shortage of party members, or an appropriate opportunity arises again, we might revisit the vote. Also a clear majority of folks want to take the Sisters of Glory party alive, and I am totally fine with this (of course, if I wasn't, I wouldn't have made it an option at all).

Right now, I plan on posting a new entry twice a week, regardless of how many votes I get. The days of posting will be on the borderline of Tuesday/Wednesday, and the borderline of Saturday/Sunday, so that I can get a new entry out while still giving folks a chance to voice their opinions, and still have some opportunity to make use of the rest of the day.

Author Notes

Just so folks know, whenever you want a new cutscene to what the Warlord is up to, mention it as an additional vote, and I'll see about making it happen once there are enough. Typically four to five votes should do it, along with a less action-packed stretch in the main story.

Incidentally, here is a link to a .zip file with my inspiration images for the Sisters of Glory. The image "CampfireScene" is just one possible ending to this encounter, of course:

https://www.mediafire.com/?jv00c27l1imfjde

Pathfinding Fifteenth Entry

Adel winced slightly, feeling a vigorous kick in her distended belly as she rested her arms against the table before her, trying to concentrate on strategy.

"The baby?" asked Skysong, the early middle-aged she-wolfen noticing the look on the small chipmunk girl's face, and immediately recognizing it for what it was. She smiled at Adel's slightly shamefaced nod. "Rufus certainly has healthy children, doesn't he?"

"Yeah," agreed Adel, her cheeks coloring at the frank talk of pregnancy from a woman she'd only met the day before, and yet one with whom she'd shared a lover. The young princess' eyes flitted around the table, then, noticing Marlene (she seemed to prefer her chosen name over her given one, so she'd gone back to being simply Marlene almost immediately) standing next to the gold-and-cream-furred wolfgirl, Rael, who in turn stood next to Jael, the High Alpha's mate. They were all naked, of course, since neither Adel nor Marlene had any clothes that fit properly now that their bellies were so rounded and their breasts swollen, and the she-wolfen seemed accustomed to doing with less when they were in the safety of their home. Catching Marlene's eye, both Adel and the half-elven noble girl blushed, sharing a sympathetic look, as both of them were still unaccustomed to going naked all the time, even if it did feel a great deal more comfortable than trying to cram themselves into clothing.

"Poor thing," cooed Skysong gently as she moved from her place around the large table with its many maps, and stepped behind Adel, her gentle hands stroking over the firm dome of the smaller female's tummy. "To be so small, and yet to have such a very large male's baby inside of you. It must be very hard on your back."

"Uh," Adel stammered, momentarily at a loss, her blue eyes widening as those skilled hands caressed her stomach, and then stroked upward to cup her heavy, milk-swollen breasts. "Ah!"

"So sensitive!" continued Skysong in sympathetic tones, nuzzling Adel's cheek tenderly, like a loving mother wolf, even as she carefully squeezed and palpated first Adel's breasts, then her broad-swollen nipples, which had gone from their usual pinkish tan to a very dark cherry red as her magically-enhanced pregnancy had progressed. "And leaking milk already, poor thing. Your breasts must be very tender - I know mine were when I was carrying Rufus."

All Adel could do was nod, words failing her at the warm, erotic glow the gentle attentions of Skysong's hands and talented fingers had on the pubescent princess' body. Ever since the ritual the day before (which, of course, had followed a large, protein-rich meal to ensure the baby had enough to grow on), Adel had found herself growing steadily more and more sensitive, more sexually-charged with every passing hour. She'd heard that pregnancy could be unpleasant in so many ways, yet the gentle and near-constant ministrations of the wolfen shamans and midwives had eased Adel's slightest discomforts...except for a few that simply couldn't be avoided. The ache of her back at having to carry breasts and a belly that were all suddenly quite a bit larger was one, naturally enough; the ache within her breasts was another, as they started to leak thick droplets of rich mother's milk; and finally, there was the sensation of being almost constantly horny.

"Poor, poor sweet baby," soothed Skysong as Adel trembled under her touch, the she-wolfen's fingers squeezing Adel's nipples a little harder, until the poor teen's legs nearly gave out, juices matting down the fur of her inner thighs as she was brought to orgasm in an instant, just from having her breasts played with. "You're in no condition at all to handle planning right now, that much is obvious. Don't worry, though - we'll have your mind cleared soon enough. Rael," she called to the younger wolfgirl in the tent with them. Rael's ears and tail immediately perked, and she trotted over, sporting a good-sized baby bump of her own, having received her own enchantment to hasten her baby's development a mere few hours after Adel and Marlene and the others. "Why don't you come over and have a nice drink?" Skysong smiled reassuringly at Adel as she continued to lovingly fondle the smaller girl's plump breasts, using the strength of her arms to hold Adel up when the little chipmunk's own legs had mostly failed. "I'm sure Adel won't mind at all, and she's certainly got plenty and to spare."

Across the table, Marlene watched, wide-eyed, cheeks flushed, as little Adel's pert, adorable bum was set on the table by the much stronger she-wolfen, while the little chipmunk seemed unable to do anything but stare, gape-mouthed, as Rael approached eagerly, tail wagging, then kissed Adel full on the lips, a kiss that Adel, seemingly intoxicated on pleasure, returned. Soon after, Adel was moaning loudly, her back arching as Rael began to suckle on one heavy breast, and Skysong suckled on the other. It was very obvious that it felt good, just from looking at the expression of ultimate bliss on Adel's pretty face.

Was Marlene jealous? It was hard not to face the question, especially since, right then, it seemed as though everyone of the female members of her little party was having more and better sex than her. While Adel and Marlene had stepped into the planning tent to try and work out some strategy with Windtooth, the High Alpha, and his mates Jael and Skysong, with Jael's daughter Rael watching on the side for educational purposes, while also learning a bit more about the state of affairs in the North, Leta, Deriny, Morgan, and Regina had stayed outside. At first, the other girls had ostensibly been trying to get their gear together, to prepare for when they'd be ready to travel again, since, at the rate their magically-enhanced pregnancies were progressing, it was unlikely they'd have much time for such things later. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately, depending on one's perspective), the four girls, unable to fit into their normal garb as their stomachs began to swell, had borrowed more typical tribal wolfen gear, casual wear for around the camp. This amounted to simple halters designed to provide support to the breasts, so they wouldn't bounce when a female ran, and loincloths that covered the front only - after all, wolfen had tails, and didn't need anything back there to cover their rear ends. To a wolfen, a bared bottom was a clear sign that the owner of that exposed tushie wanted "attention," and it was only a matter of time before Regina, as she was reading while lying on her stomach under the sun awning of her own little tent, was approached by a young and eager wolfen male. After only some brief introductions, which Marlene hadn't really heard as she'd watched out the open flap of the planning tent, the male thrust his nose between Regina's legs and started to lick her, tail wagging happily. Regina had seemed about to protest at first, the shock making her rise to all-fours, but her voice had soon been stolen by a loud, pleasured moan, which was shortly muffled as another young male knelt before her and pushed his penis into her open mouth.

The whole situation had degenerated from there. Leta, approaching this lewd scene to try and come to Regina's defense, soon discovered for herself that Regina wasn't an unwilling participant at all, which was revealed to her as she was accosted by four more wolfen, one of them a grizzled veteran, while the other three were younger males eager to be shown the ropes by the older mentor figure. As sensitive as she was right then, it didn't take much before Leta was moaning loudly, two wolfen sucking on her breasts (which were still smaller than those of the other girls, even while pregnant), her heavily-dripping cunny slowly lowered down onto the older wolfen's cock as he helped her straddle his lap, while he knelt behind her, the fourth wolfen eagerly licking Leta's juicy sex as she was gradually filled up to the brim. Morgan and Deriny, still reticent about such open displays of bestial affection, had risen from where they'd been working, and started to walk away, doing their level best to pretend they couldn't hear the moans and cries of pleasure from their two best friends. It was at that moment that Windtooth, after a brief, growled conversation with hit mate, had decided to leave the planning tent, walking past Marlene with the confident stride of a male who knew what he wanted and knew that he was going to get it. Morgan and Deriny had both protested loudly in their high-pitched, girlish voices as the arms of the High Alpha easily encircled both their waists before they could get terribly far, and protested again, their cheeks flushing deeply as he growled something that Marlene couldn't quite catch into their ears. Laughing at these latter protests, Windtooth casually hoisted the two girls under his arms and marched toward one of the larger tents, where Marlene knew a good many of the wolfen warriors were preparing their war gear in a place where it would be out of the elements. At the sound of High Alpha's voice, a beefy-looking male parted the tent flap, his eyebrows raising in surprise even as his penis rose in interest at the sight of the plumply pregnant girls held by the High Alpha. Marlene could clearly see past the wolfen at the door, counting easily a dozen other wolfen within, not all of them males by any means, and all of them obviously interested in the gifts the High Alpha was bearing. Unconsciously, Marlene's eyes had fallen to her human friend's bottoms, equally unconsciously biting her lower lip as she saw how very flushed and swollen and wet Morgan and Deriny's cunnies were at that moment. Windtooth stepped inside, the tent flap fell closed, and soon Marlene could clearly hear the sounds of eager, bestial grunts and loud, girlish squeals of pleasure, her imagination and experiences from the past few days quickly filling in the details of what must surely be transpiring within that tent.

Badly flustered, her own breasts aching in sympathetic longing at the attention she saw Adel's breasts getting, Marlene started to turn away from the table, intending to make her way back to the tent the Blue Feather wolfen had given her for her comfort during her stay among them. She didn't quite turn all the way around, however, before she felt Jael's strong yet gentle hands resting on her hips.

"You are unhappy," said Jael, the words not a question, but Marlene felt herself nodding in agreement all the same, looking down, not feeling brave enough to meet the gold-furred she-wolfen's eyes. "It is because you feel left out," Jael continued. "More than that, it is because you feel guilty for wanting to be included at all." The words cut deep and true, and Malene hung her head in shame. "Shh, none of that," Jael whispered, nuzzling Marlene's cheek as she began to gently guide the elfblooded teen around the table, walking around toward where Adel was already lying back, legs kicking in the air as the two she-wolfen, younger and older, continued to greedily slurp on her full breasts. "You will feel better if you just...let it go," Jael explained. "Guilt is hurtful, unnatural and unhealthy; but what you want is both natural and healthy, and," Marlene felt Jael's hands move to her shoulders, guiding her to her knees on the soft carpet of the tent, "it brings healing."

Daring to lift her head slightly, Marlene gasped as she saw where Jael had positioned her: directly before Adel's wide-spread legs. For an instant, Marlene started to pull back, only to feel Jael's hands on her shoulders, holding the smooth-skinned girl firmly in place...and then, slowly, inexorably, pushing her forward.

"Heal yourself," whispered Jael in Marlene's ever-so-slightly pointed ears, before making the young noble girl shiver as Jael's lupine muzzle nibbled on an extra-sensitive eartip. "And heal the rift between you and Adel."

For a long, long moment Marlene wavered, eyes and mouth open wide, staring straight into Adel's visibly-clenching cunny, her tight pink tailhole winking just beneath in the throes of her pleasure. Did she dare? Sex out of wedlock was one thing, but sex between women? Sex between creatures not even of the same race? Unthinkable! Unspeakable! Unforgivable! Yet oh-so tempting, and for all the right reasons. Jael's hands were gentle on Marlene's shoulders, but the pressure was enough to slowly guide the younger girl forward, her eyes growing heavy-lidded as she got close enough to smell Adel's juicy, sweet girlparts. Of course, it wasn't her fault, Marlene reasoned. She was being forced into this by these wicked, lustful beasts. Nothing she could do to fight them all off, naturally. All she could do, after all, was just to submit to their unnatural lusts...mmm, oh that tasted so good...so good...

Adel squealed loudly, her entire body bucking on the table, toes curling with orgasm after orgasm. Between the other girl's splayed legs, her delicate, long-fingered hands stroking the downy soft fur of Adel's inner thighs, Marlene eagerly - greedily, in fact - put all that she'd learned from her prior experiences with oral sex used on herself to good use on Adel. It quickly became obvious that she was an apt pupil. Jael grinned toothily as Marlene raised herself slightly to better work her tongue into Adel's gushing depths, and quickly took the opportunity to plunge her own muzzle downward, long and strong lupine tongue easily parting the elfgirl's perfectly smooth and so-very-sweet folds.

The smooth girl's cry of delight was so very satisfying.

*

Hanaro stepped into the clearing right alongside her friend and sister-in-arms, Kaia, both warrior maidens holding their swords up and at the ready. The blue-haired elfmaid's supple, tightly-muscled body was clearly visible as, like most warrior women of the Sisters of Glory, and most high elves as well, she wore little more than an armored halter top, plated with magically-enhanced gold, and a similarly-armored bottom covered by a white skirt. While what Kaia, the leader of the little band of six, would hardly qualify as swimwear among some people, and would have surely been considered useless in battle under most circumstances, it was blessed by the gods of Light, and turned blades as readily as the heaviest plate armor, while still allowing Kaia maximum mobility. Hanaro, originally a native of the far south and east nation of Cho Lin, wore bright red armor modeled on the samurai warriors of her homeland which, while not as revealing as Kaia's, still left a wide gap running between her breasts and her trim, tautly-muscled belly exposed, and most of her legs unencumbered as well, her long, dark hair held back by the crested half-helm that framed her pretty face. The swords of the two warrior maidens reflected their lands of birth, as Kaia held a long, straight two-edged blade with a cross guard, while Hanaro's weapon of choice was a long katana, both of them foregoing the use of a shield in favor of still more mobility.

Slightly behind Kaia and Hanaro was Lysha, a warrior maiden from the great nation of Mankata, perhaps the only bastion of human civilization to be found in the steaming jungle hell of the continent of Hydra. Lysha's smooth, chocolate-brown skin was contained by dark leathers that hugged her body snugly, and she held a longbow out in front of her, a cloth yard shaft resting against the string, ready to be pulled back at the first sign of danger. It was Lysha who served as the party's guide in the wilderness, and it was her careful study of the patterns of the vile beastfolk that so plagued all too many of the lands that should belong solely to humans that had allowed her to immediately spot the signs of the passing of the band of beastfolk away from the large wolfen encampment to the north and west. The wolfen were massing, and that was an ill sign, for there was no telling what those rabid beasts would do once they set out on the move. It was bad enough that the Warlord was busy to the south, and the whole of the North was already in an uproar as different factions took up sides. It was to defend human and elven interests on this, the continent of Summer Country, that Kaia had assembled her party, making sure to include friends of hers who could also serve as representatives of their countries as well as of the edifying and uplifting church of the gods of the Light, who would elevate all the benighted peoples of the world...whether they liked what was good for them or not.

Near the back of the group, out of range of where Lysha had assured her party the battle would not easily reach, stood Phan and Zane. Phan was Hanaro's younger sister, and unlike her sister's almost free-flowing hair, she wore her shorter, dark, slightly green-tinted hair up, with odangos on the sides of her head covered by white cloth. It was only sensible, of course, that Phan stay near the back, wearing a simple short, slit-sided green dress that let her move her legs freely, all the better to make use of the magic that she could channel through her small, compact body with such astonishing force. Zane, a scarlet-haired girl from the human-dominated Empire of the Iron Throne, far to the east, wore a similar ensemble to Kaia's, save that her armor and skirt were blue rather than gold and white, for while she was Phan's age, the young cleric looked up to the elven paladin in almost every way. Being a warrior nun, Zane would normally be expected to wear much more concealing attire, but in the wilds, with only her party to see her, she had found there was a sense of liberation on going with far less, the magic of her armor more than enough to keep her from the chill of the North's cold winds, her pageboy-style hair the only remnant of her days when she'd been a simple Sister of Radiance, rather than one of the warlike Sisters of Glory.

The last member of the party was also the most secretive, and also the one of least importance, at least in the eyes of her mistresses. This was little Dinah, a dark-skinned nekomimi, mostly human in appearance save for her slitted yellow eyes, and her perfectly smooth skin, which was offset by the bright green fur on her feline ears and tail. An orphan, like far too many of the children of street catfolk in the Iron Throne Empire, where the life of a beastfolk was generally considered disposable, Dinah had been taken in by the Church, and eventually adopted as a sort of pet and mascot by Kaia. Being a beastfolk, none of the human nuns that had raised her had bothered to educate Dinah much, leaving her mind notably lacking in complexity. Despite this, however, the adorable young catgirl was utterly devoted to her mistresses, and showed an astonishing knack for stealth and striking from behind, which had more than once (though her mistresses seldom thanked her for it, or even mentioned it) saved the others when things had seemed most bleak.

Taking the lead, Kaia strode forward, then struck a commanding pose, her blade pointed straight at the figure of the tall, grey-furred wolfen standing in the middle of a hastily erected campsite, flanked by a small group of five gnolls. The lean-muscled, blue-haired elfgirl smiled confidently, knowing with a mere glance that the gnolls were hardly a match for her and her companions, who, though young, were seasoned from many successful battles against the forces of Chaos and Darkness. The wolfen was obviously more battle ready, but he was only one enemy, and Kaia's band knew well how to fight as a team, drawing strength from their unity.

"Wolfen and gnolls working together?" Lysha murmured to the side, obviously puzzled. "They never do that - the two races hate each other."

"It only makes our job easier," Kaia replied with the confidence of the righteous. "All the wicked in one group, ready to be carted away to the hell of their choosing. Ho!" she called out loudly, motioning to the large wolfen, who was obviously the leader of the group. "You, beast, do you submit to your justly-earned fate, or shall you cling to life like the animal you resemble?"

"Huh," said the wolfen, smirking at Kaia's words, his expression infuriating her with its lack of fear or respect. "You know, I did think you'd give me a chance to talk before we got to the 'convert or die' part."

"You can convert in the afterlife," Kaia replied indignantly. "If the angels will have a creature as vile as you. You consort with creatures of darkness, and that is all the reason I need to smite you where you stand. And if I err, it is better that I err on the side of safety where you treacherous beasts are concerned. Now enough talk: have at you!"

[61% chance of success against the Sisters of Glory - rolled 26.]

Quite suddenly, Kaia blinked, pausing just as she'd been about to lunge forward, intending to plunge her blade into the smirking wolfen's heart. An instant before, she'd felt a slight sting on the back of her kneecap, and then a bit higher, on the back of her thigh. Common vermin should have been warded away by her armor's protective qualities. What could possibly be...?

Kaia didn't realize the truth until, shoving aside her momentary distraction, she began to lunge once more...only to discover that she couldn't move. She was frozen in place by some force beyond her power to overcome. Her eyes widened at this realization, and went to the face of the wolfen, who was grinning now, and stepping toward her.

"Now maybe you'll be willing to listen to-yah!"

"Kaia!"

The wolfen's words were cut off suddenly as he leapt back, just barely out of the sweep of Hanaro's lightning-fast blade. In an instant, he had a large axe and a short sword in his hands, fending off the attacks of the samurai girl with skill and speed that astonished Kaia and Hanaro both - no vicious barbarian beast they had encountered before had such a command of weaponry! Kaia was so focused on the fight in front of her that she almost missed the sudden fanning out of the gnolls, until she heard the cries of her comrades in the rear. Jerking her head around with an effort of pure will, sinking to her knees in exhaustion in the process, Kaia gasped in horror as she saw Phan and Zane struggling in a crude rope net, dangling above the ground, an especially large gnollish woman she hadn't seen before holding one end of a stout rope, while the other five gnolls, giggling wickedly, quickly moved in, gagging the two spellcasters and then binding their limbs while they still struggled in the net, to ensure they couldn't bring any magic to bear. Just behind her, Kaia saw Lysha struggling on the ground on her front, two small darts protruding from her leather-clad bottom, and a massively-muscled hyenaman using his full weight to hold her down while he swiftly and efficiently bound the black-skinned girl's wrists behind her back. Glancing down, Kaia saw two similar darts stuck in her leg, and realized the horrible truth: they'd been ambushed! No goblin horde or crowd of orcish thugs or even bands of gnolls had ever used such tactics before, usually simply crowding forward with a more traditional kill-or-be-killed approach, fighting until they felt they were overmatched, then fleeing in the hope of fighting again another day.

"What sort of fiends are you?" Kaia asked through tense lips, even as she heard the mewing wail of Dinah, before a young foxboy, about her own age, step into the clearing with a tan-furred rabbitboy by his side. Over the shoulder of the fox was the clearly-visible shorts-clad bottom of Dinah, two darts sticking out of her rump and upper thigh, while both fox and rabbit were holding blowguns, followed close behind by a tall and proud-looking she-wolfen wearing even less than Kaia, with misted-over eyes that were clearly without sight, despite the confidence with which the she-wolfen walked without a guide.

For her part, Hanaro was far too busy with her own battle to pay attention to anything else. By the gods, this beast was fast! In her life, relatively short though it had been, the samurai maiden had repeatedly crossed blades with orcs, hobgoblins, gnolls, and even wolfen and bears with their axes and short, chopping blades. The best of them fought with skill, some even displaying the rudiments of true weapon mastery, but none had stood against her for more than a matter of moments before she cut them down like ripened grass. This wolf, though...again and again he turned aside her blade, using the flat of his long knife to make her swings slide away from him like water against a stone. Desperate to end the fight, Hanaro drove herself forward with force, seeking to force the wolf to fall back. Instead, however, he raised both weapons at once, catching Hanaro's sword blade just beneath the slight hook at the end of his bearded axe, before bringing up his short sword to lock her katana firmly in place. He was so much stronger than her that, might against might, Hanaro could not dislodge him. At least, she could not, until he suddenly swept his short sword downward, freeing Hanaro's sword, but also making her stumble back with the force of her jerking to escape his binding lock.

Landing on her butt, Hanaro winced in pain, but quickly began to rise to her feet...until she gave a loud gasp of shock as the top part of her armor fell away, baring her more-than-sizable breasts, the broad cherry red nipples quickly hardening in the chill air of the woods at sunset.

"You'll pay for this dishonor!" cried the samurai maiden, cheeks deeply flushed as she charged forward, though now she gripped her sword with one hand, using the other to do her best to preserve her modesty, even as she kept the hilt of her weapon low to serve the same purpose for her lower body. Distracted so, it was only a matter of moments before Hanaro cried out in shock as the wolf stepped to the side of her charge, dropping his axe low, hooking the trailing beard of his axe around one of her steel boots, before jerking it upward, sending her sprawling to the ground on her face, her sword sliding forward, out of her reach. Before she had a chance to rise once more, the wolf was atop her back, using his greater weight to hold her down even as he bound her wrists in the small of her back with efficient skill.

"That's better," growled Rufus with an irritated sigh as he glanced around the clearing, nodding with satisfaction as he saw that the six smooth-skins were now subdued. "Now, what to do with you...?"

He grinned toothily as he considered the possibilities.

Path Choices

So...what do we do with the Sisters of Glory? Lethal options are out, since we went to so much trouble to take them alive, but there are only so many things you can do with zealots, even if they are really sexy ones.

A) Okay, let's try that again. Maybe we can talk some sense into these crazy girls. After all, there are plenty of Sisters of Radiance who aren't all that bigoted, and Regina was even going to be a Sister of Radiance, their charitable branch, before she met us. There is a flat 30% chance to be able to explain things so that these six young members of the Sisters of Glory might be willing to consider that all beastfolk aren't necessarily the antithesis of all things Good. Or at least that we might work together against a common greater enemy. Indicate another option from below that you would prefer if this option fails.

B) Forget 'em. Tie the six of 'em to a tree so they can't get away easily, and pick up the trek after Praxis and the other slavers. This will speed up our march, so the party will reach the slavers much faster, but the Sisters of Glory will still be out there, somewhere, once they get free of their bonds, and almost certainly wanting revenge for the humiliation of their defeat.

C) Take them with us. Not too much funny stuff from us, but there are a lot of possible uses for six hot, adolescent adventuring babes (feel free to propose possible uses, e.g to fake out Praxis, or to offer to Carver the bear lord). This will slow us down, though.

D) Love 'em and leave 'em. We've got time, after all, and there's six bigoted babes completely at our mercy. And we don't have any mercy. Nail the girls hard, then leave them tied up in the wilderness to escape on their own. Indicate if we use the spring wolf essence to ensure they get pregnant, or just its lesser form to make sure they enjoy themselves, like it or not. This will allow us to keep up our pace without delay, but the Sisters of Glory will almost certainly want a rematch in the future.

E) Fresh slaves. Any pack can use some good omegas, and while these ones will need a lot of training and taming before they are much use in the long term, we can start their reeducation now. We'll be slowed with leading our captives on a coffle, but everyone else in our little group will be very happy indeed.

F) Squealing without sticking. Make our captives cum - a lot! But that's the extent of what we do with them, to wear down their resistances. If you select this option, be sure to mention if we should take our prisoners with us or leave them tied up.