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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Forty-eighth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

1 - The stealthy option - 1

2 - The open option - 18

3 - The rushed option - 6

4 - The forceful option - 3

Additional Votes

* Skaeth is up to something - 8

* Shara gangbanged (all-female and all-male both suggested) - 8

* Give Kyte to the Valkyries for taming - 1

* Rufus bottoms to Windtooth (his father, the Blue Feather alpha male) - 8

* More F/F scenes - 1

* More M/F scenes - 3

* More non-consensual scenes - 3

* Bring back Goro, the panda heavy - 1

* More smooth-skinned males - 2

* Kyte/Rufus - 4

* Give Kyte her dangly bits back - 7

* Make Kyte a hermaphrodite (tied to above vote) - 6

* Allow Kyte to switch sexes (tied to giving above vote) - 1

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

* More Hanaro sex scenes (Rufus and Urtan primarily) - 6

* Imogen develops a spanking fetish - 3

* Fix Urtan's throat, let him talk - 7

* Tame Belthin - 7

* Reveal the Warlord's name - 2

* Brief genderflipping for Rufus and/or Rael - 2

* Kyte/Skaeth - 1

* Introduce a female character who's not into Rufus - 1

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)

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

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

Author Notes

An overwhelming vote for being open about our movements, which means any random encounters we might have will almost certainly be with the actaeons and their allies...or with creatures that hunt the deerfolk.

Pathfinding Forty-eighth Entry

"Oh wow," Lysha got out through gritted teeth as she watched her clitoris swelling, expanding, her labia growing steadily more full as they swiftly grew into a functional set of testicles. Unable to resist, she reached down, shuddering all over as she discovered just how sensitive a male's member could really be. "Oh wow!"

"Don't touch it too much, cutie," said the redheaded warrior woman, lying nearby, her cheeks and chest flushed, her breathing only just starting to slow down after the orgasms Belthin had brought her. "It's really easy to pop, but it feels way better if you hold onto it, let it build."

Lysha's eyes then strayed back to the sorceress and her predicament. The olive-skinned woman's skin was bathed in a sheen of sweat, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as her head was forced forward and back, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked for all she was worth on the thick, bloated Amazon cock in her mouth, its owner a tall blue-haired woman with a cruel smile. That smile was answered by Jutta as the muscular blonde took her time as she knelt behind the sorceress, her strong hands mauling Belthin's butt as she thrust her hips, savoring the tightness of the preternaturally youthful slave woman.

"Too bad you've still got that anti-pregnancy charm on you," Jutta said with a laugh, slapping Belthin's bottom hard, leaving a bright red handprint across both cheeks, causing Belthin to lose her concentration for a few seconds, nearly making her choke on the heavy shaft in her throat. "I'd love to give you just what you were planning for us: babymaking duties for those barbarians. Still," her grin widened, "it should wear off by the time that wolf, Rufus, reaches us. Seems fitting, don't you think?"

Belthin's eyes opened in panic at this, and began to struggle desperately for a few seconds, before Jutta slapped her bum again, while the blue-haired Amazon gripped the helpless sorceress' head all the tighter, her hips pumping with a will as she raped Belthin's face.

"The rest of you, join in," Jutta called out. "This wench is sturdy enough for it."

An Amazon with straight, bright yellow hair swiftly moved to slide beneath Belthin, her hands going to the captive's hips, bringing them down just as the Amazon thrust upward, her newmade shaft squeezing wetly into Belthin's quim alongside her chief's. A fourth Valkyrie, this one with curly black hair, stepped over Belthin's lower back, facing toward Jutta, before palming her cock, already slick with the Andros oil, downward, before making Belthin squeal loudly around the cock plugging her mouth as that she-cock plunged into Belthin's defenseless anus, cruelly stretching her to the uttermost limits.

"Not you, cutie," the redhead called to Lysha, stopping the teen before she could join in as well. "This sort of thing's for when you already know how to work as a team. Besides," the redhead spread her legs, making an inviting movement of her head, "it's better to have your first male experience with a willing partner; makes it last a lot longer, until you've got some experience handling that wang of yours."

Glancing behind her, to where Calanon and Durion were getting handjobs from their former mistress, while Belthin was stretched and stuffed to the very limits, Lysha gave the redheaded Valkyrie a shy smile, and knelt between the other woman's legs.

"Take it slow, cutie," the redhead urged, then shuddered as she guided Lysha's cockhead into place, moaning loudly as the black girl's hips pressed forward before her hands went to Lysha's smooth bottom, holding her in place. "Just...get a feel for it."

"Yeah," Lysha gasped out breathlessly, slowly grinding her hips against the other woman's, sensations coming harder and faster than she'd ever experienced before. "This is so intense!"

*

The look on the face of the once-noble-turned-slavegirl was so absolutely adorable as she whimpered into her gag, her head tilted downward, eyes pleading desperately with the Warlord for mercy that would never come, that the mighty dragoness couldn't hold back her third orgasm of the night.

"Here it comes!" she growled out through tight-gritted teeth as she picked up the speed of her thrusting, making the full breasts of the noble teens' mother bounce as she was properly pounded while lying on her back on the floor. The gagged matron's eyes widened as she felt the first splash of hot dragoncum in her sex, the Warlord's cock pressed right up to the gates of her womb, ensuring that most of it would be planted properly in its place...most of it. Naturally, there was a significant backwash, more copious cum spurting out around the Warlord's heavy shaft as the lovely matron wailed loudly, even through her gag, her legs flailing to either side of the powerful dragoness' thrusting hips as the Warlord's sperm-laden balls slapped the human woman's bottom until it turned nice and red.

"Mmm," moaned the Warlord as she slid her slender, pointed, reptilian muzzle down the cock of the boy on her right, savoring his sweet flavor. Neither boy had been allowed to lose their erections, despite being forced through two orgasms previously, and taking an orgasm apiece in each of their freshly-deflowered pink bottoms, which were also now quite red and sensitive from the pounding hips of their new mistress. Now they were forced to stand to either side of the Warlord as she finished planting a fat, heavy load of dragoncum in their mother, while the Warlord alternated suckling on each of their tasty teenaged boycocks.

"Cum on mommy," coaxed the Warlord as she released one twin's penis, and then stroked her agile forked tongue around the circumcised head of the other boy's prick. "That's it...good boys." Her hands shifted from gripping their reddened bottoms to gripping the bases of their cocks, turning them as she pumped their shafts harder, faster, until finally neither boy could hold back any longer, orgasms overpowering them as they squeezed their eyes shut, not daring to look as they spooged all over their mother's face and breasts and belly.

"Ahhh," sighed the Warlord in blissful satisfaction as she slowly slid her gradually softening shaft out of the noble woman's quim, letting the boys standing to either side of her sink to their knees, and then fall to the soft carpet of her tent, utterly spent, curling up into sleep where they landed. The noblewoman the Warlord had recently ravished lay there with flushed cheeks, her face a mixture somewhere between afterglow, shock, and total exhaustion from the ordeals of the day. Those eyes, however, soon widened with horror as she watched the Warlord approaching her daughter, that heavy dragoncock swiftly rising once more to attention at the sight of the adorable little blonde cutie wriggling desperately in her bonds on the chair to which she was bound, while making the cutest pleading noises into her gag, obviously begging the wicked Warlord to spare her.

"I saved you for last, hon, so I wouldn't hurt you," explained the Warlord as her large, strong talons tenderly caressed the girl's smooth pink skin, pale and delicate like a proper noble girl's should be. Coupled with her large, expressive eyes, she looked almost like a porcelain doll, but the delicacy of her appearance seemed to do nothing to deter the Warlord, who swiftly made the precious little teen moan as those talons stroked her belly, and then the undersides of her breasts, while the Warlord's tongue teased its way up the helpless teen's neck before she nibbled on the girl's earlobe. "You're going to love this."

Then the Warlord's attention was diverted momentarily by the loud cries of the girl's mother, muffled not nearly enough through her gag. Getting a slightly annoyed expression, the Warlord's tail wrapped around the freshly-ravished blonde woman's waist and lifted her up, her legs kicking feebly in the air.

"I was sure I'd raped you silly," the Warlord said with an expression of nearly comical annoyance, before she shrugged in acceptance. "Ah well, you'll still be useful." A taloned finger arched forward, snapping the noble woman's gag in two with ease. Before the woman could get out more than a few syllables, however, her face was shoved roughly between her own daughter's spread thighs, bound in place to the legs of the chair. "See? She's already nice and wet from watching me pork her brothers, and you," laughed the Warlord, making mother and daughter blush furiously. "Don't even bother trying to deny it, hon," she added, teasing that same clawtip beneath the girl's chin, forcing the doomed little teen to look her in the eyes. "Trust me: I can smell wet pussy from miles away, and wet virgin pussy from even farther." She shrugged again. "It's a dragon thing."

The noble woman cried out loudly then as the Warlord's tail plunged into her freshly-creamed cunny, driving her forward, her mouth squeezed tight against the bald pudenda of the precious, pampered little blonde. As that tail started to pump and_grind_ in ways no common cock could, the overwrought woman's mind started to fail from pleasure and exhaustion, her mouth starting to work almost of its own accord. The poor girl gasped loudly in shock, her expression one of horrified betrayal - her own mother, doing such lewd things...to her! Then the Warlord's tail gave an especially hard thrust, driving the noblewoman forward roughly, and the poor girl squealed_loudly, head snapping back, beautiful pert breasts thrusting outward as her back arched with a sudden, unexpected orgasm. Rather than passing swiftly, that orgasm was sustained, as the Warlord's cruel hands engulfed the smooth, pale teen's breasts, each as sweet as scoops of fresh ice cream, followed soon after by the expert attentions of the Warlord's prehensile forked tongue, curling around each breast's perfect raspberry nipple mere instants after her thumbs had stroked them to perked, peaked hardness. One talon reached up, tugging the poor girl's gag downward, but before the little teen could scream, giving vent to the emotions washing over her as her doom approached, her precious Cupid's bow lips were engulfed by the Warlord's muzzle, long, prehensile tongue easily wriggling into the squirming girl's mouth, and swiftly began to do the most _obscene things to the innocent little teen.

Pulling her tail out of the noblewoman's pussy with a loud, wet slurping sound, the Warlord broke the kiss to glance back, grinning as she saw the girl's mother slump forward onto the soft carpet, her bottom in the air, her expression one of thorough and complete pleasured bliss.

"No," sobbed the poor little teen, struggling feebly, without conviction, as the Warlord lifted her up in those strong hands, and began to bear her toward the orgy-sized bed. "Please, I beg of you: spare me. I'm," she flushed as she looked downward in embarrassment, "I'm saving myself for marriage."

"I think you were saving yourself for me," teased the Warlord as she laid the baby-smooth teen out on the clean sheets of the bed. With a few deft flicks of her claws, the girl was freed of her bonds, not that these were necessary, as the Warlord then easily pinned the wriggly human girl's wrists with a single powerful hand, the other forcing its way between her silk-smooth thighs. "After all, I grow stronger with each virgin sacrifice I claim, and the rumors of your sweetness are the other reason why I decided to invade your father's little realm. With a prize like you to ride my cock whenever I want, and bear me many healthy dragonspawn, besides a lot of locals regarding me as some sort of heroine for overthrowing that tyrant, this little battle was well worth the trouble."

"Noooo!" squealed the girl, kicking her legs, her perky little bottom leaving the sheets as she was so easily brought to another orgasm, leaving the Warlord's hand slick with girl juices. "No, please, I'm...I'm not ready for a baby! I can't have a baby!"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way to manage," chuckled the Warlord as she moved both her hands to the creamy thighs of the virgin girl, spreading them easily apart as she lowered her muzzle toward her fresh, virgin girlparts. Ignoring the steadily more desperate cries of the adorable teen, and her small hands grabbing at the Warlord's horns and face, trying in vain to push the more powerful dragon away, the Warlord savored the heady aroma of a sweet, pure virgin with a deliciously sopping wet cunny. "This is going to be good..."

"Nooooooo!" wailed the girl loudly, before her words were lost to incoherence as the whole tent filled with the luscious slurping of the Warlord feasting on a delicate, pearl-pink pussy.

*

Rufus lifted his muzzle, taking the scent of the forest around them, then nodded, his expression somber. Yep, they'd just entered actaeon territory. Glancing behind him, he noted Hanaro only two steps behind, in the position of the unobtrusive bodyguard, while Adel and Urtan stayed to either side. In the rear was Jonna, the muscular she-minotaur having settled smoothly into the role of ambush defender, not seeming to notice the occasional long glances Urtan cast back toward her. The others shifted around in the middle parts, not seeming to care much for any sort of order, except for Skaeth, the well-disciplined former mercenary acting as the anchor in the middle, and Cassidy and Rael, the former of whom ranged silently off in the woods somewhere, out of sight almost all the time, the latter bounding forward a fair distance to scout ahead and work off some of her youthful energy, then bounding back to renew her connection with her daddy and the rest of the group. Of course, in the process, the perky little wolfgirl gave the three up front (and if her demure blushes were any indication, Hanaro as well) regular flashes of her cream-furred cunny and tailhole, which only seemed to amuse Rufus, while making both Adel and Urtan steadily more hot-and-bothered.

"Girls will be girls," chuckled the grey wolf as he glanced at his friends and companions. "Relax: once we make camp for the night, I'll let you two give the little flasher just what she deserves..."

Anything else Rufus might have been about to say, however, was cut off as both Cassidy and Rael returned to the group, their expressions grim.

"Up ahead," said Rael, sparing the quiet bunny from having to do much talking. "C'mon, but stay quiet."

Motioning behind him for the others to wait, Rufus and Urtan crept forward, their training in wood lore letting them blend in quite well, though of course not nearly as well as the silence of Cassidy. Just out of sight of the party, Rufus parted the bushes before him, his eyes widening slightly at the sight that greeted him.

There, on her back, her equine legs bound to her wrists in what had to be a most uncomfortable hogtie, while demonstrating her remarkable flexibility, was an athletic-yet-full-figured centaur mare with long hair and sleek-groomed fur of the same light chestnut color. Her limbs were bound with a bola, which had obviously been used to bring her down, then used to bind her properly before she'd been able to recover. Her bare breasts heaved as she struggled against her bonds, glaring daggers at her captors. Not far off, a sandy-furred and -haired centaur filly gave a short cry as her captors tugged on a binding rope, forcing her up onto three legs, her hind legs already bound tightly to a makeshift hobble made from a thick spear's haft.

"Pretty and pink," laughed one of the small group of captors, which appeared to be a bachelor band of actaeon bucks, none of them past their twenties, and a fair number still in their teens. The speaker appeared to be the oldest of the group, his face handsome in a wicked way, dark brown and occasional black lines giving him a slightly sinister appearance. It was this male that had just finished cinching the ties on the centaur filly, while one of his followers made certain the ropes binding her wrists behind her back were secure, before his hand strayed to the filly's tail, forcing it upward before the one who'd just finished binding her wrists looped some stray rope around its base, forcing it upward as it was bound to her wrists with a neat cinching of rope.

"Guys," said a slender, effeminate-looking male with surprisingly large antlers, this one looking like a reindeer youngster, making him quite different in appearance from the whitetails and mule deer actaeons that made up the rest of the bachelor band. "Guys, we really shouldn't be doing this. I thought you wanted me to use my bolas on some enemies, not on some horse does."

"Nobody said you had to take part," growled the lead buck as he made the filly squeal, the sound halfway between the cry of a human and a horse, as he ground his palm against her dainty sandy-framed cunny, her back arching, pert budding breasts thrusting outward. "'sides, these mares were using our watering hole, so as far as I'm concerned they're enemies." He grinned cruelly. "And we can do whatever we want to enemies, can't we?"

Biting his lower lip, the red-furred reindeer boy turned away from his eight companions as soon as he saw another of his bachelor band kneeling on the splayed tail of the hogtied mare, happily poking and prodding the mare's cunny with a virgin's delight in exploration, while two of his fellows had similar fun with the mare's full breasts and tan nipples, making the older female grimace in annoyance and some slight discomfort rather than pain - they weren't being rough with her, at least not intentionally, after all. It was pretty obvious that, aside from their leader, the boy bucks here weren't a bad crowd, just following a bad leader with a mean streak to him. It was also obvious that the girlish-hipped reindeer boy had had enough, as he started to walk into the woods, passing right by where Rufus, Urtan, and Rael were hiding.

Rufus' expression was thoughtful as he considered his next actions. He also eyed the reindeer boy's spotty buns hungrily, having to work hard not to lick his chops in anticipation, as the slight sound might have given him away. Whatever else he might do, the alpha male was very strongly tempted to add extra tight reindeer rump to his agenda, with or without the girly boy's consent.

Path Choices

Two votes this time. First, what to do about the actaeon bachelor band.

1) Wait a little, then get 'em (85% chance of success) - If we let the actaeon boys start to have sex with their centaur prisoners, they'll be pretty easy to overpower by surprise.

2) Charge in now (70% chance of success) - These boys may be young, but they're all wary from lives in the wilderness, and trained hunters and warriors as well, even if they're not nearly as trained as lovers.

3) Leave 'em. We're not interested in starting anything with the local actaeons, since this might get other deerfolk mad at us.

Indicate if you want us to use lethal or nonlethal force when making your vote. Thanks to our ample experience in taking our foes alive, we subtract only 5% from our chances of success if we decide to take prisoners.

Second, what shall we do with the reindeer boy?

A) Leave him be; after all, he's not in favor of his friends' actions, and might stay out of the fight entirely if we just let him go.

B) Grab him and tie him up. We can't take chances, and as much as the boy might not like what his friends are doing, he's sure to help them out against a group like ours.

This vote will apply a modifier to the success roll for the first vote. What that modifier will be, however, will remain a mystery until after all the votes are in.