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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Fiftieth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

1)

Free 'em - 28

Keep 'em - 2

2)

Slavery - 6

Fun then freedom - 3

Let him go - 21

3)

Slavery - 16

Rape him - 10

End him - 1

Drive him off - 1

Keep him as a prisoner - 3

4)

Slave orgy - 4

Orgy time - 12

Leave 'em - 9

Prisoners - 4

Consensual only - 4

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) - 9

* 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 - 8

* Make Kyte a hermaphrodite (tied to above vote) - 8

* More Kyte scenes - 1

* Allow Kyte to switch sexes (tied to giving above vote) - 2

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

* More Hanaro sex scenes (Rufus and Urtan primarily) - 8

* Imogen develops a spanking fetish - 3

* Fix Urtan's throat, let him talk - 10

* Reveal the Warlord's name - 2

* Brief genderflipping for Rufus and/or Rael - 3

* Kyte/Skaeth - 4

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

* 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's Notes

Mostly finishing up the Valkyrie and Warlord scenes here. Next time I intend to get hot 'n heavy with Rufus' party.

Pathfinding Fiftieth Entry

Jutta sighed in relaxation as she leaned back against a fallen tree, idly watching the other Valkyries finish the work of putting up the camp. Well, all the other Valkyries except for Lysha and the redhead, that is. Lysha was seated on a fairly smooth rock, her teeth tightly gritted as the redhead continued to suck on her cock. With a high-pitched cry, the black girl grabbed the redhead's curly hair, fingers digging in as her hips bucked upward with the force of another orgasm. The redhead, though, had plenty of experience dealing with newbies to the male pleasure andros oil could produce, her throat visibly working as she swallowed every last drop of cum. Pulling back, both Lysha and the redhead watched with fascination as Lysha's temporary penis and testicles slowly shriveled right before their eyes, and then vanished entirely, returning to their proper configuration.

"Just like a man," laughed the redhead after wiping off her chin of the excess cum. "A big burst, and that's the end of it." She then smiled at Lysha, settling on the rock next to her and slinging an arm around the more slender girl's shoulders. "Unlike we girls: we can keep going forever."

Lysha was visibly flustered by this obvious come-on, trying to stammer out some sort of response, before Jutta spoke up.

"That'll be enough, Hegga," she called out, caressing Belthin's soft black hair with something almost akin to affection as the captive sorceress polished off Jutta's cockknob. "Let's not overtax the new girl on her first time. Besides, if you wait, it'll be better when you're both fresh."

"True enough," admitted Hegga, patting Lysha on the butt lightly before hopping up. "C'mon, let's finish setting up camp. We've got a long haul in the morning if we're going to make it to our city before the setting of the sun."

"But...but it's at least three days' journey to the Valkyrie city!" exclaimed Lysha in shock. "And that's only if we were going straight there, without having to worry about the barbarians. Or at least," she amended, blushing, "that's what I heard from my other friends."

"That's without the stone circles," Hegga responded, helping Lysha to her feet, then holding the girl up when Lysha discovered her recent orgasms had left her legs a little wobbly. "They're meant only for we Amazons, the true children of the gods. Only we can make use of them, I promise you."

"We'll make you one of us properly tomorrow," said Jutta, wincing at the end, while Belthin's eyes widened slightly, her throat gulping desperately to take down the load the Valkyrie queen was pumping into her. "Once...ngh!...once we reach the henge."

With a light shove, Jutta let Belthin drop to the ground, the cum-drenched sorceress just lying there limply, leaking from every well-used hole, her eyes and face blank after the hard use she'd endured, including more involuntary orgasms than anyone should have to endure.

"What about...the ones that aren't Valkyries?" Lysha asked as she was led toward the center of camp, there to help pull on one of the ropes drawing up the single central tent of the camp. She avoided looking at Belthin for more than a glance as she asked this question, though she did spend more than a little while looking at the two elven boys, busy fetching water and filling a large cauldron for the night's cooking.

"They can come with us," Jutta replied. "So long as a true Valkyrie keeps direct contact with them, that is. But enough of that for now: tonight, we rest, and tomorrow, we travel. And if all goes as it should, tomorrow night we feast in our great city once more."

The other Valkyries raised a cheer at this, and bent their muscular, naked bodies to the work with a will.

*

"There we go," said the Warlord soothingly, rubbing the little noble teen's face with one large talon, wiping away a tear from her smooth cheek. "That's the worst part all done. I really didn't know if I'd even fit without some magical help."

The little duchess didn't say anything, and probably couldn't. She just stared, her eyes absolutely huge, down at the thick, bulbous dragoncock that had just squeezed itself into her undersized cunny, a very thin trickle of virgin blood staining its length. Then her mouth opened, no sound coming out, as the Warlord sank herself down, nice and slow, until she hit the midpoint of her rigid shaft, then stopped when she hit another barrier.

"Mmm, looks like I've bottomed out, sweetie," laughed the Warlord, before making the little cutie find her voice when she ground her hips, churning her cock inside of the girl's snug channel, causing her to kick her legs feebly, ineffectually as they rested atop the Warlord's shoulders, her small hands gripping the sheets until her knuckles turned white. "Relax - just relax," soothed the Warlord, her big hands stroking the smooth blonde teen everywhere. "Okay, that's it, that's it...I'm going to start thrusting now, okay? Just remember to relax and don't fight it."

Despite her savagery in battle, the Warlord was, in fact, quite gentle with her newest slavegirl, her hips rising and falling nice and slow, gyrating as she went to better stretch the girl open, getting her used to the sheer size and girth of the big dragoness. Before too long, the trickle of blood was replaced by a veritable flood of clear juices as the teen lifted her voice high in pleasure, only to have her voice cut off when the Warlord crushed the girl's lips to her own, her ribbonlike tongue invading the smaller female's mouth with expert skill, her hips pumping faster now, rougher, the girl finally wet enough and stretched enough to take it without breaking into pieces.

"Get ready to make me some heirs," whispered the Warlord into the girl's ear, before gently squeezing a nipple into her mouth, gagging the teen nicely while the slaps of the Warlord's heavy balls resounded against her pert pink tushie, mingling with the muffled cries of the doomed little cutie. "Nnngh!"

Giving a final wail around her mouthful of plump, fat dragontit, the captive noble girl's eyes widened in horror as she felt the Warlord trembling over her in that scant instant before orgasm. Then, those eyes were squeezed tightly shut, the girl's whole body jerking and thrashing as she was wracked with multiple orgasms, a gush of thick, potent dragoncum splashing hard against her cervix, which did next to nothing to stop the tide from rushing into her unprotected womb.

Spent, the Warlord let the girl down gently, then reached out, easily lifting each of her new playthings up and settling them into the bed with her. Smiling happily, the powerful dragoness settled back onto the soft sheets, tugging some blankets over the less sturdy skins of her four captives. After all, she didn't want them to catch cold.

*

Standing up slowly, Rufus grinned toothily around at the prisoners. Roughly, Skaeth and Urta were shoving the last few deer boys toward the center of what had once been their camp, and was now Rufus', forcing the trembling, whimpering, fearful, and tearful teenaged bucks to their knees to await their fate, as chosen by Rufus. Resting his foot on the cheek of their former leader, holding the bound buck pressed into the dirt (though without quite hurting him), Rufus rested his large hand on the head of the reindeer boy, who whimpered adorably on his knees by the dominant wolfmale.

On the outer circle where Rufus and the nine prisoners were the others. Well, most of the others. Padmini had swiftly led both Wisselfleur and Imogen off to get their tents ready for the night, all the better to keep the still fairly innocent youngsters from getting more of an eyeful than they were probably ready to receive just yet. Lesage, though, was still there, her face betraying the conflict within her: on the one hand, these boys had been about to rape the centaurettes they'd been with. On the other hand, raping them was rather harsh as justice went. Thus, she simply hovered on the edge of the circle, fussing with her hands on the hem of her short, translucent robe, obviously unsure of what she should do. Jonna stood as a towering presence right behind Adel and Rael, her arms folded before her chest, watching impassively - she wasn't under the same sense of idealism that Lesage had, and was obviously not going to do anything to stop the proceedings. Whatever Rufus decided, she accepted it as the closest thing to justice that was going to be found out here.

Naturally, Adel had promptly freed the two centaurettes as soon as the battle was concluded. The pair of humanoid quadrupedsstood between Jonna and Ryg, sensing that these two were perhaps the most "safe" of those present. After all, while they'd been freed, that didn't mean that they were beyond Rufus' edicts. He was obviously the leader here, and according to the Old Law, they were spoils of war. Under those circumstances, it was best to stay wary. Still, while the sandy-haired filly seemed uneasy, and kept looking around the camp, her arms pressed over her naked breasts to conceal them from view, the chestnut mare seemed quite at ease, and didn't at all try to cover up her quite significant cleavage; if anything, she took pride in having such a fine rack to show off.

"Silence," growled Rufus, just loud enough to be heard over the chorus of whimpers and soft pleas for mercy from the captive bucks on their knees before him. Once they'd all gone quiet, he motioned to Urtan with his head, their level of nonverbal communication enough so that the broad-shouldered gnoll didn't need words to know what Rufus wanted. Immediately, Urtan gripped the reindeer boy, and bent the helpless teen over, his chin resting on the ground, his lightly-spotted bottom raised high. "Now is the time for judgment."

A few of the young bucks started to beg pitifully at these words, only to grow silent once more as Urta, One-eye, and Skaeth cuffed them about their ears. The reindeer boy whimpered loudly into the loincloth that had been made into a gag, his large blue eyes tearing up as Rufus slowly stroked and caressed his upraised, girlish rump. His whimpers turned into an adorable squeal as the dominant wolf teased the slender teen's tiny pink tailhole, working a finger slowly inside. The squeal, in turn, became a moan as Rufus then slid his hand around, gripping the boy's penis as it poked out slightly from his plump sheath, and then began to stroke it to a full, proper erection. For such a girly little cutie, the reindeer was reasonably well-hung, and Rufus nodded in satisfaction, grinning down at the boy looking up at him with such pleading eyes, before bending to give the reindeer a kiss right between his antlers.

"Since you weren't a part of the rape," began the alpha male, "you're not going to be included in the punishment to be meted out. But you aren't completely free of blame, either. You don't get to go free...at least, not yet." He motioned with his hand, and Urtan easily lifted the boy to his wobbly feet, the little reindeer blushing adorably as he tried to cross his legs, to somehow hide the pointy pink erection he was sporting. "You get to watch the fate of your fellows, bound and helpless. Then, after we've finished with them, I'll consider letting you go free." Rufus' toothy grin was downright predatory. "You would make the most adorable little slave, though," he teased the boy with a growling, suggestive tone, before licking his cheek, then letting Urtan drag the boy off to a nearby tree, where the gnoll proceeded to bind the antlered cutie, his back to the rough bark.

"Now, the fate of the rest of you," Rufus continued, leering down at the naked buck under his foot, before bending down, his large paw gripping the buck's rump, squeezing it rough enough to make the bound boy grunt softly, though his angry, defiant expression made it plain that he was going to do all he could to avoid giving Rufus any satisfaction. "Your leader's fate will be the most extreme. I'm sure you've all heard the story of how wolfen and actaeons broke their pleasant relations - we wolfen cruelly raped the heir of the Great Prince, and left him exposed on the edge of your territory to be found later by your scouts. What you probably don't know is the wolfen side of the story: the son of the Great Prince came upon a lone wolfen huntress, also out to prove her worth to the pack, just as he was proving his worth as a leader. Smitten by her, he ambushed the she-wolfen, overpowered her, and raped her. The tribe to whom the she-wolfen belonged intended to keep the Great Prince's son as a slave after they caught him in the act, to properly teach him the error of his ways, but the other tribes convinced them to free their prisoner so as to maintain good relations with the actaeons. They accepted the will of the wolfen councils, but not without exacting as much justice as they could upon the young buck."

The buck's brown eyes widened suddenly as Rufus' fingers found his tailhole, and he started to squirm and to kick, before he was forced to hold still as Rufus increased pressure with his foot. Gritting his teeth, the lead buck visibly fought a battle of will to keep from making any sound that might reveal that he was being affected by the sensation of Rufus' talented finger finding and then stroking against his as-yet-untouched prostate. Despite all his effort of will, however, his sheath began to swell, and then to slowly disgorge its long, slender contents.

"Your leader will suffer a proper fate for what he encouraged all of you to do," Rufus declared with a dark chuckle as he popped his finger free. "He will be made into my slave, forced to do the will of my band. As for the rest of you," and Rufus cast his yellow eyes around the other seven males, some of whom tried to put on a brave face despite their obvious fear, while most looked on the verge of tears. "You will be shown what it feels like to have what you were about to do to your prisoners done to you. Once I and my party are properly sated, then, perhaps we will let you go free. Perhaps." He grinned once more, letting his wicked teeth intimidate the few who were barely holding onto their defiance. "If you submit to your fate, accept it, and serve us well, I think we'll be far more likely to let you go free at the end." He nodded with finality, giving each of the party members a look. "Your fates are sealed."

Rufus' large hands clapped together loudly three times, and suddenly the sweet voices of the doomed young bucks were raised high in desperate pleading as rough hands closed upon them, tearing off what remained of their clothes, baring their bodies to the steadily darkening night, and to their fates.

Path Choices

We've got some options here for after our fun.

A) Deliver our prisoners to the actaeons after we've finished with them.

B) Leave them where we found them, bound and helpless.

C) Leave them where we found them, spent but unbound.

D) Make them walk with us until we're at the edge of actaeon territory, then let them go.

Also, please indicate any particular scenes you'd like to see play out during the orgy. I'll see about accomodating as many people as possible.