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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Forty-sixth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

1) Blue Feather - 4

2) Fun with the Valkyries - 14

3) The Warlord's doings - 10

4) The rest of the party - 2

Due to suggestions from the voting pool, I will attempt to meld options 2 and 3.

Additional Votes

* Skaeth is up to something - 8

* Shara gangbanged (all-female and all-male both suggested) - 5

* Challenge Jutta to a contest of strength, and the loser submits to the winner - 4

* Get the Valkyries to join the Blue Feather camp (may tie with the vote above) - 6

* Give Kyte to the Valkyries for taming - 1

* Rufus bottoms to Windtooth (his father, the Blue Feather alpha male) - 4

* More F/F scenes - 1

* More M/F scenes - 1

* Bring back Goro, the panda heavy - 1

* More smooth-skinned males - 2

* Kyte/Rufus - 2

* Give Kyte her dangly bits back - 4

* Pairing between Urtan and Jonna (long-term) - 1

* More Hanaro sex scenes (Rufus and Urtan primarily) - 2

* Imogen develops a spanking fetish - 3

* Fix Urtan's throat, let him talk - 2

Vote Options in Progress

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

* The Steampunk Trio start work on sex toys...and use them on Spark!

* Shara and Padmini learning flesh magic and non-lethal skills (sex quite likely)

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

* Share Calanon and Durion with the Valkyries (will take place at the Valkyrie city)

* Spark becoming a size queen/interested in Horse

* Lesage's gradual sexual corruption

* Dominate Skaeth, put the bull in his place

* Introduce a centaur filly, and mare (mother-daughter pairing likely)

Expired Votes (will not be present in the next entry, may vote on them now for a chance to bring them back):

* Tame Belthin - 4

* Hold Belthin's tower (Maji will stay there, as well as a Valkyrie contingent) - 3

Author Notes

Unless there is a large outcry for otherwise, I have decided not to randomly roll for additional pregnancies. At present, Urta, Imogen, and Wisselfleur are pregnant, and will be carrying their offspring to term on screen. As I think about it, this may be a good thing for me, since it means I no longer have to keep track of everyone's kids, which reduces my bookkeeping somewhat.

This entry is a bit shorter, due to time constraints. Consider what you read below to be the beginning of a much longer pair of scenes.

Pathfinding Forty-sixth Entry

"Keep moving, witch!" growled a red-haired beauty as she shoved the olive-skinned Belthin before her, forcing the shapely sorceress to keep pace with the rest of the train of Valkyries. Belthin's skin, naturally, would be one of the first things a casual observer would notice, since it was presently all on display, her only clothing a pair of sturdy-yet-stylish calf-high boots looted from her extensive wardrobe, and allowed to Belthin only after they were checked and double-checked to ensure they housed no tricks, and had no magic of their own.

The dark-haired sorceress' flawless, smooth skin was bathed in a sheen of sweat, for the band of Valkyries had been traveling for hours now, and the sun was finally sinking beneath the dark woods to the west. Belthin saw the falling of the sun with deep relief, for she detested physical exertion, relying on her magic in order to ensure her body stayed almost elf-perfect, using one spell to contract a daily physical regime that would normally last an hour or two into a matter of minutes, and another to clear up any minor flaws that might develop over the years. That and her regular use of youth potions had kept Belthin's body absolutely flawless despite an age that would impress some elves.

Speaking of elves, near the front of the line, gold-haired Calanon and silver-haired Durion were hardly faring much better than their former mistress as they plodded along beside Jutta. The tall, proud leader of the Valkyries didn't seem to have even noticed the exertions of the day, the trek through mountainous terrain having not even left a single bead of sweat on her smooth brow, not a single strand of wavy blonde hair out of place. Her new elven boytoys, on the other hand, hadn't been expected to do any heavy lifting as Belthin's slaves, their primary purpose having been to satisfy her lust, and so they were nearing the end of their endurance. Sexual endurance, after all, did not necessarily transfer over into endurance in other activities.

Slowing as she felt the light of the sun start to fail behind her, Jutta glanced down at the two elves, one on either side of her, and smiled, rubbing their fur-clad backs gently as she saw their state of tiredness.

"Just a little more," she said, pointing ahead to a barely-visible depression in the rocky terrain through which they travelled, which lay perhaps a mile or two distant. "That's where we'll camp for the night. Then you can both get some rest." Her smile turned more cruel, her face hardening as she looked back at Belthin, the sorceress only barely restraining a whimper of fear as she bit her lower lip, knowing full well what that look meant, and the doom she faced as just retribution from her former prisoners. "Some of us, though, won't be getting much rest: too much to do before tomorrow's light."

The other Valkyries chuckled darkly at their leader's words, and Belthin gasped sharply as she felt the redheaded warrior woman's strong hand close around her perfect buttocks, giving them a squeeze that tightened until it made the captive sorceress whimper.

"She means you, whore," the hard-faced redhead growled in Belthin's ear, before nipping the lobe lightly, then stepping away flashing her perfect teeth. Daring to look around, Belthin couldn't restrain her shudder of terror as she saw the expressions on each Valkyrie's face. No, there would be no mercy for her here, only retribution doled out sevenfold.

*

One mighty talon wrapped around a long pike, to the top of which was affixed the head of the country duke whose land she'd just conquered, the Warlord wended her slow way through the mid-sized town that was now hers. The Warlord didn't bother to remember names, except for those most important to her, and this town was much like many others, except that it had actually mounted some decent resistance against her forces. Not nearly enough to really stop her vanguard, of course, but enough to annoy her sufficiently to take the head of the fool noble that had dared to resist her so strenuously, leading his troops into battle against her with his fair-haired twin sons by his sides.

Those sons now walked by the sides of the Warlord, their beautiful, sleek-muscled bodies on full display as they were paraded naked through the streets before the jeering crowds of the Warlord's army. Behind the shackled boys walked and stumbled others, boys and men as well as all the town's womenfolk of breeding age, all the prisoners the Warlord's hosts had felt were worth keeping, including the dead duke's wife and daughter, both blushing furiously as they, along with all the rest, were put so thoroughly on display, scant remnants of their once-pretty clothes all that remained in scraps on their otherwise naked bodies.

Truthfully, the fight wouldn't have been difficult at all if the Warlord had received her expected reinforcements from the north, giants and savage raiding barbarians gathered carefully together by the sorceress Belthin. Belthin had proved to be a fine ally up until that point, keeping the Valkyries of the north pinned down and unable to answer any calls for help from Avalon City to the east. As it was, the Warlord had been forced to kill far more of her opponent's forces than she'd really wanted to, and this had left her in a foul mood indeed, one she intended to slake on the lovely bare bottoms of her dead opponent's sons.

Glancing behind her, the Warlord smirked as she saw the sullen glances of the two naked boys - nearly men, really, though not quite. Yes, she knew well, as did everyone, the rumors of what sort of tyrant their father was, within his own family as much as to the people over whom he lorded his authority. Without clothes to cover them, she could see the bruises on the pair, far more than had come from the rigors of combat, many of them the ugly purple and green that marked their age. No, the Warlord didn't anticipate much vengeance fury from these two, or from his wife and daughter either, for the death of the duke. They'd probably try to get revenge out of a sense of filial duty or some such nonsense, but that was nothing the Warlord couldn't handle. Mmm, and speaking of handling, there was one part of the pair that had certainly grown up quite a bit faster than the rest.

Glancing toward the west, the Warlord then let her eyes trail toward the line of naked prisoners. Many of them glistened with sweat, for they'd been walking the cobbled streets for quite a few hours now. She then glanced toward the houses of the town, briefly considering billeting her troops there. But no, the newborn troops she'd been breeding from her many captive females and then magically enhancing to their adult size and ability had known nothing outside of the rough life of soldiers, and she didn't want them growing soft on her when the jewel of Avalon City itself was so very nearly in sight. Also, there was little sense in troubling the townsfolk that had been left, the ones not seized as spoils of war. After all, they'd been through a lot already, and would take some time before they'd get their lives back to a semblance of normalcy.

"Halt!" bellowed the Warlord as they reached the town square, planting the pike bearing the head of the dead duke down hard enough to crack the iron-shod pike's base right through the stones themselves, sinking it firmly into the ground beneath. "That's enough for now. All of you, you've earned a rest and some fun. Take the prisoners and haul them back to the camp. Quartermasters, divide the spoils evenly as quick as you can, then take a load off."

Cheers from the troops marked their enthusiasm for the Warlord's command, and it was more than obvious that having naked and attractive prisoners paraded in front of them for several hours had been more than enough to whet the sexual appetites of the soldiers. The Warlord herself kept a firm grip on the chain leading to her own chosen prizes, though: the twin sons, wife, and daughter of her slain foe.

"C'mon," she growled to the four noble-blooded slaves. "It's a long walk back to my tent."

Path Choices

There are now some possibilities for travel for Rufus' group as they head toward the Valkyrie city. The choice selected by readers will start in the next entry.

1) The fast way. This route will take the party to the Valkyrie city the fastest, but it also will be the one most likely to be occupied by the barbarian army. While the barbarians presently lack their sorcerous mistress, which deprives them of magical aid and Belthin's charismatic leadership and strategic abilities, they haven't dispersed by any means, and will remain a threat until defeated.

2) The long way. While it will take a bit longer to reach their destination, the party can go through the northern woods. Going this route means the party will have to travel through actaeon territory, though, and the eastwoods deerfolk are presently not especially friendly toward the wolfen of the western woods after some misunderstandings. That, and the woods have their own dangers, though nothing approaching the organized resistance of the barbarian horde.

3) The dark way. Instead of going overland, the party goes underland instead, descending into the Underdark through one of the passages in the foothills known to Skaeth. Because of the nature of the Underdark, this means the party will be able to avoid all but the most powerful scrying or divination. It also means, though, that they'll have to deal with the unknown yet myriad dangers of the Underdark on their short jaunt through its upper reaches. If speed is a question, this is the fastest possible route, though it is also the most dangerous.