Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Thirty-ninth Entry
#40 of Pathfinding-CYOA
The final showdown against Belthin, the evil sorceress!
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure
Thirty-ninth Entry
By Gideon Kalve Jarvis
Vote Tallies
A - 5
B - 17
Take Belthin Alive? Y/N - 15/7
Additional Votes:
* Skaeth is up to something - 6 * Shara and Padmini learning flesh magic and non-lethal skills (sex quite likely) - 10
* Kyte's submission, and more Kyte screentime - 19
* Campfire tale for Urta and/or Urtan - 10
* Rufus/Urtan scene, where they finally go at it - 11
* Urta/Rael/Adel/Rufus scene; family dynamics in action - 8
* Spark becoming a size queen/interested in Horse - 2
* Introduce a centaur filly - 1
* Shara gangbanged (suggestions for circumstances pending) - 1
Vote Options in Progress:
* Wisselfleur and Imogen seduced by Rufus (Adel included)
* Steampunk Trio's fate
* Appearance of Jonna the she-minotaur
Author Notes
Here is my concept image for Belthin (stolen from the talented Clyde Caldwell's vintage work):
Also, http://www.medbherenn.com/site-resources-artwork.htmlhas a large collection of women in armor, some of it practical, most not so much, in case you needed inspiration for how the Valkyries look.
Pathfinding Thirty-ninth Entry
* At the Blue Feather Camp *
"Oh, oh, oh!" yelped Spark as Horse sloooowly drew his immense, impossibly meaty shaft backwards, the slender-hipped foxboy's tender pink tailhole clinging to each retreating fingerlength. "AAAAAAAHHHHH!" he then wailed as Horse thrust himself to the hilt back into the foxboy's bottom, his hips slapping against Spark's rounded rump, his balls making Spark's bounce with the impact from behind as the young bard's head rose, his mouth and eyes gaping wide.
"Head...rrrr...down, fox," snarled Horse through clenched teeth, one heavy paw pushing Spark's cheek against the ground, the fingers of the other digging into the teen's soft-furred bum as Spark whimpered pitiably. At least, it would have drawn pity from anything else; but not from a gnoll like Horse, who just gave a deep-throated, wicked laugh and cruelly ground his hips against Spark's upturned bottom before starting the long draw back for another savage thrust forward. "Good foxy," growled Horse in Spark's ear as he patted the submissive boy's head behind his ears, as though Spark were some pet, before making the poor little foxboy squeal as Horse's tail hiked, his rump tensing as he plowed into his squirming furry cocksheath once more.
Not far off, Crystal sank herself down on Greymuzzle's upturned shaft, her translucent skin rippling slightly like the surface of a pond as she clapped her glasslike flesh against the older gnoll's hips, the odd distortion caused by her new armored quality activating and deactivating with each press of her body against the firm thrusts of the gnoll veteran. The ripples seemed to be having an effect on Crystal's insides as well, as Greymuzzle had to fight with all his willpower to keep from squirming as he lay on the ground on his back, his dark shaft, visible through Crystal's translucent skin, obviously being milked by her inner parts.
"...tight..." Greymuzzle got out tensely, before giving a grunt to the twins. "Help."
Immediately, already heavily aroused from watching the older male and the shapely construct, their cocks standing at full attention, Rish seized Crystal's head, bending her forward over Greymuzzle's body before roughly thrusting his cock inside her yielding mouth, while Rack grabbed her bottom as it was thrust outward by this new position, savagely plunging his stiff prick into her anal entrance. The natural instincts of pack creatures took over then, and the three gnolls started to move in near-unison, making Crystal's whole body flex and ripple with each impact of spotty fur against smooth glasslike skin. Of course there was no need to be gentle with Crystal: her entire body was an erogenous zone, for she had been made for this sort of treatment. As the female construct's pleasure built up, a soft, rosy glow started to form in her belly region, and steadily spread across her formerly bluish body. As the glow spread, the gnolls shared panicked looks with each other, even as Crystal's well-stretched orifices started to visibly clench and flex, almost like those of a real woman in the throes of orgasm: they weren't going to last long at all, and they all knew it.
* At Belthin's Tower *
The group was rather reduced now from its original number as they descended to the ground floor of the tower, Rufus in the lead, his sword in one hand, axe in the other, the canopic jar holding Belthin's heart resting against his chest from the leather thong holding it around his neck. Just behind Rufus was Adel, since the party had to descend in single file on the narrow staircase, followed immediately afterward by Urtan, who refused to be far from his alpha. Rael and Ryg made up the middle group, with Lesage floating next to them, ever ready to offer helpful advice should there be any chance for it, followed shortly afterward by Hanaro and Lysha, the two humans obviously ready for action, their weapons out and ready, Lysha holding her bow while Hanaro kept her samurai sword bared as she went slightly in front. Skaeth led the next clustering, with Kyte, Urta, and One-eye just behind him. At the rear of the group was Shara and, somehow managing to slink into the shadows even in the bright torchlight of the stairway, was Cassidy, his ears erect, his eyes bright, his arrows sharp and ready to be loosed. Rufus supposed that an even smaller number would have been better for stealth, but then, he wasn't sure how they'd have taken down the giants before without everyone. Still, Rufus came to the realization that, after this quest, one of many on the road to his ultimate goal of defeating the Warlord, he'd have to shuffle his group around once more, leaving some behind with his allies in the Blue Feather; he just wasn't comfortable with being around this many people all at once for simple adventuring.
Fourteen stealthy shapes clung to the walls as they skirted the large gathering area on the ground floor of the tower. Fortunately for them, there were only a few guards near the main entrance, and they were all looking out, toward the many lights from outside where the campfires of the barbarians were set. There were also many alcoves and pillars and tapestries, the ground floor of the tower actually a more rectangular structure to which the sorceress' tower seemed like an afterthought. It was well-suited to gathering a large number of people inside, a staging point for sallying forth, and Rufus didn't doubt it would see use in such a capacity all too soon, unless he and his thirteen followers put an end to Belthin's threat here and now.
Aha! There it was! His yellow eyes falling on the alcove through which the stairs down, into the dungeon, could just barely be seen, Rufus made a motion with his hand to let the others know to follow him, before he started toward their destination. It would all be over soon now, smooth and simple...
What the-? Suddenly, as Rufus rounded the edge of the alcove, he came face-to-face with the shaggy visage of one of the barbarians. He's just been coming up from below! With a swift lunge of his blade, Rufus took the unexpected arrival in the throat, but not before the barbarian gave a short but very loud cry, which turned into a gurgle as Rufus silenced him forever.
[Rolled 97 for stealth]
That was enough. Immediately, the sentries by the front doors were wheeling around, bellowing for reinforcements from outside. Before the eyes of the party, however, the human barbarians started to warp and change as they raced toward the party, their bodies growing even more muscular, until their furs and leathers couldn't seem to contain them any longer. Their faces elongated, becoming long-tusked porcine snouts, while their hairy bodies turned downright shaggy.
"Were-boars!" Lesage called out in shock, voicing what a few others in the party had just realized. It seemed that Belthin had done more than merely recruit the barbarians of the North; she'd enhanced them with the magical curse of shapechanging.
"Got it," growled Skaeth, hefting his axe, while Kyte snatched up the sword of the barbarian Rufus had just killed, the green dragon's tail lashing in eagerness for battle as she took up position on one side. Urta and One-eye flanked the hulking bull-man on the other side, the four of them obviously ready to sell themselves dear.
"Not alone, you don't," said Ryg as she lifted her staff above her head with both hands, her fur crackling with static as she began calling up the spirits of nature to aid her. Lysha took up position near the back, an arrow already loosed as she dropped to a crouch, taking one of the changing brutes between the eyes while she nocked another arrow, and Hanaro glanced once at Rufus, getting his nod of approval, before she stepped forward, taking a protective stance just before Lysha and Ryg, ensuring none would get to their more vulnerable party members.
"Hurry," said Hanaro in a calm voice, her face set with samurai resignation as certain as any war mask, something that her lacquered armor notably lacked. Rufus took this admonition to heart, knowing they only had so much time before the barbarian horde broke through their comrades, and rushed down into the depths, the six remaining members of his party close on his heels.
As soon as the sounds of battle were starting to fade in his ears, Rufus could hear a rather different set of sounds, these of a far more fleshly nature. There was the sharp_crack_ of a whip, followed shortly afterward by the sound of leather-on-flesh, and a pained, feminine grunt.
"Still won't talk, Jutta?" came a mocking, sultry voice. "At this rate, I'll leave your backside in tatters, like I would have done to that pathetic, stubborn cow if her rump wasn't made of leather."
Now that Rufus was closer to the dungeon, he could hear other sounds, of deep, masculine grunts of passion, followed by the sounds of determined, muffled protests, as might come from a victim yet unbroken, and the unmistakable slap of flesh-on-flesh.
"I will tell you nothing," came a proud woman's voice, contralto-deep. "Neither I nor my battle sisters, just as our adopted sister told you naught."
"A simple question about hidden passes into your secluded fortress, and not a single one of you pathetic, big-breasted whores will give me even the barest morsel of an answer?" came the sultry woman's voice once more, sounding mock-wounded. "Truly, you Valkyries are foolish. Ah well, no matter: you can join the cow. Take her."
Just as these words were being said, Rufus rounded the corner, his eyes taking in the lay of the room in a single sweep. In cages and cells around what was obviously a torture chamber, the main one of several that were barely visible through side passages, were a great many nearly impossibly comely and well-muscled women. They were all naked, but their skins were deeply tanned, or else had a natural paleness to them, both appearances making nudity seem quite natural. The younger ones among the warrior women, or at least some of them, looked fearful, as though they might break despite the bold words just spoken, but most of them had looks of proud determination. Near the center of the room, an especially tall and highly-muscled woman with wavy blonde hair, running in ringlets down past her shoulders, stared in defiance at a slender, shapely woman with straight dark hair and a long green gown, a barbed whip in one hand.
Not far from this scene, a powerfully-built she-minotaur, her fur an inky black covered in intricate paisley whorls of white furpaint, was cruelly bent over a stout iron platform, her wrists and ankles shackled in place, holding her there. Fore and aft, two hulking males, already shifted into their boar shapes, were grunting loudly as they pumped their hips forward and back, raping the helpless female. It was obvious that, if not for the metal ring gag in her mouth, the she-minotaur would surely have bitten down, for her face had an expression of determination and defiance, her brow wrinkled in hate as she used the pain of the anal violation of her well-muscled rump as a source of power rather than letting it break her down.
It was now or never.
As his seven companions gathered near his back on one of the wider landings of the stairway, Rufus held a paw back to tell them to wait...and wait a little more, his eyes watching closely as the dark-haired sorceress, surely Belthin herself, laughed, more of her minions (and there were so many of them in the dungeon...) reached forward, grasping the wrists of the Valyrie leader shackled to the ceiling, started to unlock her bindings, to pull her down forcefully, obviously intending for her to be bound next to the she-minotaur to suffer a similar fate.
It was at that moment that Rufus struck.
His hand lunging forward, giving the silent signal for attack, Rufus didn't bother running down the last steps, instead leaping over the guard rail, using the railing to launch himself right into the middle of the boar-barians holding the Valkyrie leader with a loud howl of battle-glee. A few quick swings of his blade, and the warrior woman swiftly snatched up a sharp torture-iron from a nearby rack, turning to put her smooth back against Rufus' furry one as they both began to lay about them with a will. Adel was hardly idle, darting forward, her own blade slicing through the hamstrings and kneecaps of whoever got in her way, sending the two rapists on either side of the she-minotaur to the ground, screaming in agony at their severed Achilles' tendons. A hard bang from the hilt of her sword was all it took to break the mechanism on the crude dungeon locks holding the bovid-esque female in place, and in an instand, Adel was similarly back-to-back with a new ally, this one needing no weapons, her own sharp horns and powerful hands more than a match for any contender. Urtan was hot on the heels of his alpha, Rael only a step behind, the pair working to keep each other safe as they plowed a bloody swath to Rufus' side with their thrusting spears and Urtan's heavy shield. Lesage, not being much of a combatant, hung back, one hand to her mouth as she watched in worry, while Shara strode forward, working magic to make the outlines of her companions blur, giving them an edge in dodging. Cassidy, as usual, was suddenly nowhere to be seen, except as his arrows sang out from the many shadows of the large chamber, each one striking true, even though not every shaft took down a foeman, for they were far more durable than common humans, the curse of shapechanging making them as resilient as the boars they resembled.
As Rael as Urtan reached his side, Rufus let them take his place in the melee, while he suddenly made a push forward, dodging foes as he raced for Belthin. The green-clad sorceress had just lifted her hands, pushing aside her shock at the rude interruption of her amusements at last, the words of a spell forming on her lips, when Rufus' axe cleaved into the side of the last shaggy pigman between him and her. Belthin's eyes narrowed, a cruel, mocking smile on her face as Rufus paused despite himself, the sheer weight of magical might before him bringing him up short, his weapons dipping for just an instant. It was an instant too long, as Belthin pointed her fingers toward the chainmail-clad chest of the wolf warrior.
"Fool, and leader of fools," Belthin declared with haughty grandeur. "Now you shall join these others in cages, in bondage to my whims!"
Lashing tentacles of raw green energy lashed out from the sorceress' hands, crackling in the air as they reached for Rufus, eager to wind around his flesh. Instead of seizing the momentarily-halted male, however, the tentacles snapped with a loud electric discharge against an unseen barrier, and suddenly Belthin was recoiling, shaking her smoking hands in pain.
"What...?" she exclaimed in shock. "How can this be?!"
Rufus didn't let her get another chance. In an instant, he leapt forward, one great hand seizing firm hold of the sorceress' long tresses, dragging her to her knees with a scream.
"Take back your boar's blessing, sorceress," snarled Rufus, brandishing his axe just above Belthin's head. Sobbing in impotent fury and fear, Belthin nodded, raising her hands once more, a strange glittering silver mist seeping from the bodies of her minions, living as well as dead. Instantly, above and below, the barbarians reverted instantly to their human shapes. Bodies strewn around them already, Skaeth standing atop a pile of them, the six with him clustered tightly around him, the tide of warriors halted as they suddenly realized what they had lost, and what that loss meant. The minotaur grinned like a savage, raising his two-handed axe above his head and giving a wild bellow.
When the bellow ended, the barbarians staring on in fear, Ryg stepped forward, strange energies of the spirit world swirling around her in coruscating wisps of raw magical power. The blind she-wolfen fixed the warriors before her with her sightless eyes, and they cowered in fear.
"Run," she said, her voice calm-yet-compelling. "Run, or die where you stand."
And run they did.
[Rolled 44 and 22 against 50% and 60% chances of defeating Belthin's minions and Belthin herself]
Path Choices
There are three votes up for choices today. The first and last are fairly short, but the middle one has a lot of options.
Let's start with a rethink vote, now that we've seen the fun over at the Blue Feather Camp for a while, and there's been a call for another vote on the subject: Should the Steampunk Trio join in now, or should they continue to wait until Rufus returns, as was originally decided? Joining in now seems like it would be rather fun, but waiting will mean the trio will have more time to think about what they're doing, which could lead them to enjoy it more in the long run.
The next vote is which scene will we see first with Rufus' group while they head back to the Blue Feather camp, triumphant:
1) Wisselfleur and Imogen offering themselves to Rufus (or someone else, if desired).
2) Kyte's shenanigans.
3) Urta and Urtan have their scene.
4) Rufus and Urtan get it on.
5) Shara and Padmini scene.
6) Urta and Hanaro have another training session (may be mixed with another Urta scene if desired).
7) The family scene with Rufus, Rael, Adel, and Urta, with Urtan an optional addition (might be tied to option 3 if desired).
If there is time remaining, more than one scene may show up, based on priority of votes.
The third and final vote is this: Shall we press on to the Valkyries, now that we've stopped the threat from Belthin and the barbarians, or should we head back to the Blue Feather camp?