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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Thirty-fifth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

A - 1

B - 2

C - 20

Additional Votes:

* Skaeth is up to something - 4 * Shara and Padmini learning flesh magic and non-lethal skills (sex quite likely) - 10

* Kyte's submission, and more Kyte screentime - 18

* Campfire tale for Urta and/or Urtan - 6

* Rufus/Urtan scene, where they finally go at it - 9

* Urta/Rael/Adel/Rufus scene; family dynamics in action - 4

Vote Options in Progress:

* Wisselfleur and Imogen seduced by Rufus (Adel included)

* Training Crystal (making her more combat-ready)

* Steampunk Trio's fate

* Appearance of Jonna the she-minotaur

Author Notes

Pathfinding Thirty-fifth Entry

* At the Blue Feather Camp *

Even after a magical change in sex, unless the caster was especially careful to make sure it didn't happen, a newly-made female retained her former male shape's prostate and a few other minor accessory glands. They became vestigial in nature, but because of their presence, a former male newmade into a female was able to experience a degree of pleasure from anal sex that no trueborn female ever really could. Presently, Lightfoot was discovering this the hard way, spread-eagled on one of the tables on her back, held firmly in place by four eager wolfen braves, while a fifth shafted her anally, his teeth tightly grit as he ground his hips against the heart-shaped curve of the equitra filly's cute, trim tushie, taking his time, making sure she was properly stretched out, to make it all the easier for the other wolfen holding Lightfoot down to take her with more gusto when their turns came around. Despite herself, Lightfoot couldn't hold back a loud, girlish whinny as her juices squirted from her cunny, wetting the bellyfur of the male making use of her tailhole. Not far away, Lisk the red-furred bat was similarly writhing in orgasm, her muzzle buried in the hairless muff of a juicy little wood elf girl, her almost impossible long, prehensile tongue delving deep, deep into the baby-smooth cutie, while behind her a wickedly-grinning she-wolfen was pumping and twisting two polished-smooth wooden dildos in the batgirl's tailhole and cunny.

It was from this scene that Spark left, quite unsatisfied with only the glimpses he could get from the outside. Latecomers weren't allowed to a party like this, and Spark had indeed ended up being late, as he'd been spending time with Dinah, and the green-haired catgirl had been especially needy that night, likely picking up on the strong sexual tension in the air caused by the sense of the anticipation before the start of the orgy. She had whined and mewed and nudged up against the foxboy until, finally, Spark had grabbed the brown-skinned little nuisance and started kissing her, starting with her lips and neck, and gradually working his way down to her perky breasts with their astonishingly candy-pink nipples, which stood out so clearly against her dark skin. The two watched as the orgy began, with Phan and Zane delivered, naked, on a platter to the bearfolk leader, which very nearly drove little Dinah out of her mind, seeing her friends exposed and presented so. She'd suspected it before, heard rumors around the camp, and she'd even seen her former party leader, Kaia, wearing simple leathers, a halter and loincloth like a tribal wolfen herself, doing chores around the camp like a slave, except that the blue-haired elfgirl was quite willing in her service. Now, presented with the reality of her friends' fate, and with Spark's skill with his tongue and gentle black-furred hands on her sensitive skin, it was only moments before Dinah was eagerly getting onto all-fours, presenting herself to the now very aroused foxboy like a true cat in heat, head lowered, rump high, green-furred tail arched over her back. Dinah's perfectly-smooth, tightly-clasped brown cunny lips were glistening and wet with her arousal, the scent of a kitten in heat flooding Spark's nostrils as he leaned in, his hands caressing the catgirl's bared backside, thumbs gently parting her tiny quim.

Unfortunately for Spark, Dinah was like many young cats: lots of energy, but not a whole lot of stamina. He'd just finished flickering his tongue over the eager little kitty's lovebutton until it throbbed, and made Dinah screech like a cat being mounted, her whole body tensing up, her skin bathed in a sheen of pleasuresweat...when, all of a sudden, she slumped to the soft grass of the knoll on which she and Spark were watching the fun below, completely limp. As Spark released his hold on her, he blinked, looking down in surprise, only to have Dinah curl up like a true cat, a happy, satisfied smile on her face. She'd decided to take a catnap right after he'd gotten her off!

Willing to forgive Dinah because it was her first time, and she was a cat, after all, Spark had watched some more of the fun in the big pavilion for a little while longer, before he realized that masturbating while watching other people get to have an orgy just wasn't as fun as getting to participate in that kind of party himself. Rising, Spark walked, tail and ears drooping a bit, toward the rest of the camp, now mostly dark, thinking that maybe he'd just turn in for the night.

It was at that moment, however, that the foxboy noticed a light in the darkness of the camp: someone was still awake! Ears and tail perking once more with renewed optimism, Spark hurried over toward the signs of life, and found himself rewarded by the sight of the three little geniuses, Flit, Deo, and Midge, hard at work on some project or other, surrounded by several especially bright lanterns which threw off a strange white light. Knowing the process by which these three made light like that would be beyond him, Spark approached casually, giving the three a wave as he got within the circle of their light. Flit and Deo returned the wave, looking shy and adorable as they did so, Deo, the more sensitive of the two, even blushing until his powder-blue facial fur almost turned purple. Midge frowned slightly at the sight of the slightly older foxboy, obviously suspicious of his motives, but eventually she gave him a nod as well.

By this time, Spark was close enough to see the latest project the three little geniuses were working on. In this case, the project was a person, or something close enough to one that she probably counted: it was Crystal. Now that he was near enough to see what was going on, Spark could also see that all three of the cute engineers were already more than a little flushed. Even Midge seemed slightly flustered, though the freckle-faced gnomish redhead was still somehow keeping her face fairly neutral. It was obvious that none of the three were completely comfortable working on someone who looked just like a fully-functional naked woman, even if she was made out of transparent quartz crystal. The two boys were even sporting little bulges in the fronts of their overalls, bulges whose root sources Spark immediately decided he wanted to see as soon as possible.

As for Crystal, her slightly luminous eyes flicked to Spark, and she gave the slightest of nods of greeting.

"Mistress Midge has explained to me," the she-construct explained as soon as Spark was close enough to see what changes had been made to her, "that the materials of my body were simply not strong or sturdy enough for me to survive combat for any serious length of time. For me to be more useful to Master Rufus, I will need to be reinforced. Naturally, I have given the young mistress and the young masters my permission to do whatever is necessary to improve my functionality." She glanced at the three curiously then. "I also offered my female functions to help them relieve any tensions they might have, so that they could better concentrate on the task of improving my combat functions, but so far all three have declined, despite obvious desires to the contrary." The crystal woman gave a slight shrug. "I do not understand their reasoning, or their hesitancy in enhancing certain sections of my anatomy, but I am grateful all the same for what they have done."

Kneeling right behind Flit, so that he could lean over the smaller, more orange-colored foxboy's shoulder, his chest and belly rubbing against Flit's overall-covered back, Spark nodded, impressed at the work that had been done. He could now see a fine meshwork of metal strands running through Crystal's body, adding additional texture to her smooth, clear skin, the mesh moving much like living muscle might. As he thought about it, Spark had to admit that the overall effect was even more fetching than Crystal's normal appearance, since it added definition to the movements of her body, calling attention to her shapely form much in the same way that a fit flesh-and-blood woman's flexing muscles could call attention to different parts of her body.

"Crystal's body was more flexible than we initially expected," Midge explained, obviously working a little bit to keep her voice calm, lowering her goggles to cover her eyes, better concealing her emotions. "The magic of her animation lends itself surprisingly well to upgrades. The fiberwork should give her enhanced strength and durability, by reinforcing her so that applied force it better spread out over her entire body."

"She can even make her skin go all metal!" chimed in Flit, looking over his shoulder at Spark's face with an eager smile, a smile shared by Deo, both of them obviously seeking the slightly older fox's approval. "It'll be like she's wearing armor whenever she wants it, without losing any mobility." Of course, Spark gave it to them, smiling and nodding, obviously pleased as he began to gently stroke Flit's supple young back, making the younger foxboy murr softly, obviously liking the attention.

"You've all done something incredible," Spark praised them, meaning it, his sincerity so plain that even Midge's cheeks colored slightly, and she lifted her goggles back to her forehead. "Everything you've done so far is incredible, really. Even the big log. That'll be incredible once you get it finished."

"I can't wait to see the faces of the Warlord's soldiers once we roll it out onto the field!" exclaimed Flit happily, his tail wagging, lifting slightly as Spark moved his caresses down to the smaller male's hips, before he made Flit's eyes roll back into his head, Spark's talented hands easily finding and rubbing the sweet spot right above the orange foxboy's tail.

"It'll be incredible," Spark agreed, before giving the three a winning smile. Their defenses down, Deo returned the smile readily, though not without blushing deeply once more, while Midge also smiled back, the expression slight but clearly visible. The young bard had to control his breathing then, knowing that the three little cuties were as good as landed in his bed that night, if only he could keep himself from being too eager, too obvious. He'd already lost his chance with one virgin that night thanks to bad luck, and didn't want to lose three more due to letting his smaller head do too much of the thinking. "Heh, now I guess you three have some more stuff you'd like to work on, huh?"

"Um, actually," admitted Flit, glancing at his two friends, who nodded to let him continue, "we were planning on going to bed pretty soon. Everybody's been so nice to us around here, and they've even given us our own place to sleep. We've _never_had our own beds before! Everybody we've ever worked for in the past always made us sleep wherever we dropped after a workday."

"We'll do _anything_we can to repay you guys," said Deo in his soft, shy voice, making Spark have to strain a little to make out the blue bunny's words. "Anything you want."

"Well, actually," Spark started, catching Midge's eyes as he began to speak, her returning suspicion obvious, but soon quelled as he gave her an honest, endearing look, one that told her through clear body language that he wouldn't do a thing she didn't consent to do, "if you three have a bit more life left in you, there is something I think you might enjoy..."

"Hoy!" came a gruff, snarling voice, the savagely accented tones of a gnoll obvious. "Wut's goin' on 'ere?"

Spark blinked in astonishment as he turned and watched the hulking figure of Horse step into the light. As was too often the case with the big dumb hyenaman, his penis was fully extended from his sheath, limp and dangling but all the way out all the same, as though it was simply too big to be contained by his own flesh, his loincloth only just barely covering the meaty organ that hung down almost to the gnoll's ankles. The dim-witted male looked over the four friends kneeling around Crystal, and then began to drool visibly as he saw the naked construct lying there.

"If yer not doin' anythin' wit' dat," Horse indicated, pointing at Crystal, "I wanna piece."

The supple construct rose smoothly to a seated position, giving Horse a nod of greeting.

"I would not mind some field testing," Crystal admitted as she used her brand new arms to help shift to her knees, before she looked at Spark with a slight shrug. "Mistress Midge and Masters Flit and Deo were forced to use my anal and vaginal access ports to install most of my upgrades. Despite my lack of biological functions, I have been programmed with the ability to experience sexual pleasure, per Praxis' original specifications. Though these three were terribly polite about the entire experience, and also terribly embarrassed, I must admit that I found it quite stimulating."

Spark glanced at the young trio, and couldn't hold back a grin as he saw all three of their faces immediately begin to blush deeply, each of them in their own way, cheeks darkening for Midge, ears curling down and whiskers fanning out for Flit and Deo. He gave Flit and Deo a reassuring pat on their backs.

"It's all right," he murmured to all three, before motioning with his head to the side, starting to rise to his feet, the motion getting the engineering trio to begin doing the same. "I guess we probably ought to leave these two..."

"Five," said another voice, as Greymuzzle stepped into the light, followed shortly afterward by Rish and Rack, who giggled softly as they saw Spark's expression. "Or, actually, six," the older male added, reaching out to grab Spark's arm firmly. "Rufus figured you might make some moves before he could get back," Greymuzzle added with a wink as he leaned in to growl the words softly in the foxboy's ear. "Well, you might get to make those moves all the same, but it'll have to be later." He grinned toothily, and Flit gulped at the expression as he was gently but very firmly pulled against the older male's broad chest, his black-furred hands going up instinctively to rest against Greymuzzle's body. "Right now, I think you need a little fun, and I know we could use it after all the time we've spent getting better. And none of us invited to the big party, either."

"I don't...I mean, maybe I shouldn't...I mean, can't you just..." Spark stammered, trying to figure out some way to talk his way out of what was obviously about to turn into a gnollish hammering.

"Nothin' doin'," Greymuzzle said with teasing finality, one big hand closing around Spark's muzzle, silencing him with a cute whimper. "Now c'mon, the night's gonna be a long one, in all the best ways."

The steampunk trio traded startled looks as they stood there, obviously unsure what to do next. Even inexperienced as they were in this sort of thing, it was pretty obvious what was going to come next. Flit and Deo looked at Midge expectantly, letting her take the lead, as per usual. For a moment the redheaded gnome obviously considered the problem for a long moment. Then, finally, she reached up to her goggles, and slid them down over her eyes.

"I'm open to different paths of research," she said with an almost imperceptible shrug. The fox and the bunny smiled at their friend's words, then lowered their own goggles into place, before all three turned to watch the show.

* Belthin's Tower *

Motioning with his hands, Rufus warned the rest of the party back, interposing his large, powerful presence between them and...whatever this thing was. Biting back his nervousness as the tentacles rising from the water extended outward, encompassing the space around where Rufus was standing, cutting off all attempts to escape, the wolfen held his sword ready before him, smoothly sliding his axe away so that he could grip the sword with two hands, adding more power into its use.

"So, uh, hey," Rufus said, giving the liquid mass a half-grin. "Look, we were just passing through, and we don't want any trouble, so if you'll just let us back out of here, we'll...YELP!"

This last sound came as Rufus gave a half-jump forward, just as one of the tentacles reached forward and slowly...caressed his rump beneath his loincloth. That was how it felt, a tender caress, with a little bit of a gentle squeeze.

"Hey!" said Rufus, turning to look at the offending gelatinous tentacle...only to have another slip beneath his loincloth when his back was turned. This time, Rufus froze, his teeth bared in a grimace, as he felt that tentacle encircle his scrotum, very gently palpating the plump, full orbs within. Soon after a second tentacle joined the first, this one starting to stroke the muscular wolfen's perineum, before starting to work very lightly against his tailhole, the sensation very much like an especially talented and all-encompassing rimjob. "Uh, look, it's not like that doesn't feel kinda good and all, but me'n my friends're in kind of a hurry. Besides," he half-turned, giving the watery mass in the steaming bath behind him a sheepish grin, "we ain't exactly been introduced."

"Oh!" said a husky, sultry voice from within the watery mass, which soon started to take on more definition. "How very rude of me. Of course, you'd want to know my name, just as I'd like to know all of yours." As the voice spoke, the water rose up, and then began to recede, leaving behind a shapely female figure, its head the smooth, phallic shape of an oceangoing sea mammal. Rufus wasn't quite sure what it was for a moment, even as the deep blue of its body resolved into a dark blue upper part and very light blue underpart. Maybe a seal, or a dolphin, or even...

"A killer whale!" Adel identified the shape the water elemental had taken, stepping forward fearlessly to stand beside Rufus, before putting her hands on her hips as she looked up at the large, very attractive, and very naked waterformed female. "And that's my male you're playing with, I'll have you know."

"I prefer orca, actually," the water spirit said, before drawing her tentacles back into herself with a disappointed pout. "And I'm sorry - I didn't know he was spoken for."

"Well," Adel admitted with a blush. "Only sort of. We're not really in a committed relationship. But still!"

"Still," the orca allowed. "My name is Maji. And who might I have the pleasure of addressing?"

As Maji said the word "pleasure," the word carried a depth of meaning and innuendo that not a single person there could help but shiver a little, many trading glances. After a moment, Rufus cleared his throat, and then motioned to his gathering.

"I'm Rufus, this is Adel, and these're our friends and companions. I'd guess you'd know Calanon and Durion, the elves back there. They decided they wanted a change of employment, so we're takin' 'em with us."

"I wholeheartedly approve," said Maji as she folded her arms just above her more-than-generous bust, and then leaned them on the rim of the large bathing pool, before leaning her chin on her arms, letting her broad, powerful tail do all the work in covering up the shapely curves of her darkwater-colored bottom. "I quite dislike slavery, really. Unless I'm the one holding the other end of the chain, and the slavery is willing, if you take my meaning."

"Uh," Rufus let a beat pass as he processed the orca's words. "Sure. Look, um, we were just looking for Belthin, you know, maybe planning on killing her or something, ending the whole threat of barbarian hordes and that sort of thing..."

"Of course, of course," Maji waved off the explanation. "Belthin sometimes uses me to assist her in the dungeon. It's sometimes quite fun, what with the things I can do with tentacles and all. Those amazons the barbarians bring in are very tough, and they can take hours of Belthin's heavier-handed methods, but they haven't got any real defenses at all against pleasure, especially not the way I bring it. But on the other hand, it's not very fun at all when I think about what will happen to my playmates after I leave. Hmm, but on the other hand," Maji smiled at Rufus, flicking her tail to the side, making the heart shape of her fleshy rump all the more obvious, "I really don't like killing if at all possible. I'm as close to being a pacifist as someone can get without actually being one, I guess you could say. Perhaps there's a better way to deal with her, if you're open to suggestions."

"Against these kinds of odds?" Rufus scoffed. "Yeah, I'm open to suggestions."

"Well," Maji continued, her manner languid and seductive at the same time, like a cat lounging in the sun as she rolled onto her back, floating on top of the water as her beautiful light blue breasts heaved with each slight movement, as flexible and firm as hardest gelatin, "you should know that Belthin's natural element is fire. Heat and the searing force it brings is a defining aspect of her personality. It's her fiery passions that drive her to commit the atrocities that she does, and her burning ambition that threatens so much harm and alarm. My element, on the other hand, is water, as I'm sure you could tell." She made a great show of yawning, arching her back and body as though the water on which she laid were a solid surface. "I think you might get some ideas from this point. If not, well...your loss." Kicking her legs lightly, Maji pushed herself to where Rufus had come to a stop by the bathing pool, unconsciously drawn toward the elemental being as she talked. He hissed softly with an intake of breath as she reached out, stroking his semisoft member through his loincloth, leaving it wet and sticking to the clear outline of his dangly parts. "Come back and see me sometime," she said with a wink up at the big wolf, before she just sort of dissolved into the water around and beneath her and was instantly gone from sight.

"No respect for personal space," groused Adel, though the little chipmunk girl was grinning as she said it, her blue eyes on Rufus' boybits. "Not that I can blame her too much. Well, you got to choose the last location," Adel continued, putting her hands on her hips. "It's my turn now. Though I'm sure you can guess where we're going next."

Path Choices

We sure can!

A) Into the brimstone room - Belthin's heart will be ours at all costs! If you choose this path, please select diplomacy (45%) or battle (55%). If diplomacy is chosen, and fails, then battle will be the fallback automatically, so you don't need to mention it.

B) Let's end this now. We'll face Belthin personally, in the depths of her own dungeons. If you choose this path, do note if we should go stealthily (65% thanks to our many sneaky party members, lessened due to our numbers) or with naked force (55% due to the possibility of being overwhelmed by guards coming from the great barbarian camp outside). Do note that neither of these rolls count for Belthin herself, only for getting to her. Also note that battle will be the fallback automatically if stealth is chosen, and fails.

C) Flee for now. We can always back out, after all.