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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Fifty-fourth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Additional Votes

* Skaeth is up to something - 9

* 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 - 2

* More smooth-skinned males - 2

* More Kyte scenes - 1

* Kyte/Rufus - 5

* Kyte/Skaeth - 4

* Pairing between Urtan and Jonna (long-term) - 2

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

* Imogen develops a spanking fetish - 3

* Fix Urtan's throat, let him talk - 11

* Reveal the Warlord's name - 2

*Don't reveal the Warlord's name (perhaps only if the Warlord is defeated) - 1

* Brief genderflipping for Rufus and/or Rael - 5

* Introduce a female character who's _not_into Rufus - 3

* NC scene for Rael (Rufus seeking revenge afterward likely) - 1

* Gryphon encounter - 1

* Warlord throws slaves to her feral pets - 1

* Romance scenes (Rufus/Adel most likely) - 2

* Bring the succubus imp back (she's in the summoning orb right now) - 1

* Skaeth/Jonna epic sex - 2

* Find a dragon and get it on our side - 1

* Have Rufus magically lose his knowledge of sex, and need retraining - 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

* 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

As promised, a second post. Lucky for me I've got some extra time, thanks to the holidays.

Pathfinding Fifty-fourth Entry

Rough, dark-furred paws roaming and groping his lithe, naked body, Prosler grit his teeth, trying his best to ignore how good it felt as the gnollish female, Urta he thought he'd heard her called by her eyepatch-wearing companion, stroked his chest, pinched his nipples until he hissed with a sharp intake of breath, and then began to toy with his sheath until it began to grow full and plump, the glass of his gold-rimmed pince-nez glasses (bought from a gnomish trader, for Prosler was slightly nearsighted) fogging up with his increased breathing. The slender buck looked at Isen, kneeling next to him, and saw that the albino male wasn't faring any better. Isen's body, a stark contrast to Prosler's, was also slender, but that was where the similarity ended. Unlike the almost skinny, bookish buck, Isen's body rippled with powerful, compact muscles, veins showing through his fur along his biceps and chest, his abdomen so firmly chiseled, it looked as though it might be possible to grate cheese on it. Isen's jaw was clenched around the sweet-tasting tentacle in his mouth, his face showing his defiance and disgust, even as the one-eyed gnoll happily gnawed on the albino buck's ear, growling filthy words into the cervine male's ear that made Prosler's cheeks grow flushed just to hear them. While he teased Isen with such obscenities, One-eye was also vigorously stroking the tight-muscled male's delicately pink cock until the buck's precum ran down his shaft in rivulets, wetting the tan fur of the one-eyed gnoll's paw.

Despite Prosler's desperate attempt to appear brave, and despite Isen's determined resistance, both bucks cried out around their muzzlefulls of tentacle as each of their tense young tailholes were penetrated by a thick gnollish digit. An instant later, both were shoved forward, their bottoms thrust into the air as their chins hit the ground, tails hiking upward involuntarily at the forward movement, baring themselves completely to their hyenalike captors. Prosler looked over his shoulder at the female gnoll holding him in place, his expression pleading, not even trying to resist - he knew he wasn't strong enough to fight a gnoll alpha female, knew very well that he was completely at her mercy. Isen, on the other hand, bucked and jerked to the best of his ability, casting a glance of his own at the one-eyed brute behind him, his look one of anger and defiance; due to his fur, Isen had grown up as the butt of many jokes, and rather than allowing himself to be dominated by bullies, he'd worked hard to shape his body to be strong and powerful, able to win almost any fight. Almost. Right now, the taut-muscled albino just couldn't get any leverage, and so he stayed right where he was.

Both bucks flushed as they felt gnollish paws on their upturned posteriors, Isen's white fur showing the blush more than Prosler's cheeks, as they were stroked, then groped, then squeezed, before their cheeks were parted. Isen braced himself, getting ready to fight with all he had, while Prosler did his best to slow his breathing, to somehow calm himself down and relax for what he expected would be a brutal penetration. Neither of the two young, healthy bucks were prepared, however, for the slow, wet touch of broad, smooth tongues against their tight tailholes, and Isen moaned as loudly as Prosler as each gnoll added a second finger to the first, One-eye following Urta's lead, stroking against each boys' prostate until their erections were straining and dripping with precum.

"I've been learning," Urta said with a chuckle as she raised her head, smoothly palming her erection into place at the slim, bookish buck's bottom. "Rufus has shown me that pleasure as well as strength makes people so much more agreeable than strength alone. Besides," she added, leaning forward to kiss Prosler's cheek when he half-turned to look at her once more, "you're cute; I think I'd like to keep you as a pet, if Rufus will allow it. I'll even make a leash for you."

Pet?! Prosler's ears perked at the word, his eyes wide in shock at the very thought. Surely not! He was a wild-born actaeon brave, one of the proudest and strongest people of the Far North! He bowed to no-one! But the mental image of himself, naked and collared, with a leash leading to the hand of the beautiful, tall, muscular she-gnoll behind him made his cheeks burn and his cock throb. Before he was able to think any more on the matter, however, Prosler's eyes grew _huge_as he felt Urta's immense red hyenacock squeeze its way into his reluctantly-yielding virgin tailhole. Next to him, Isen cried out, his body thrashing and struggling as he was similarly penetrated by One-eye's thick brown erection, the male gnoll growling loudly in pleasure as he gripped the albino's bound wrists with one hand, the other squeezing Isen's rump tightly.

"That's it!" snarled One-eye in ecstasy as his balls slapped against the back of Isen's. "I like the feisty ones. You're a fighter, boy!" he barked as Isen, making the lean-muscled male's cock spurt a long jet of precum as his paw came down on the other male's bottom with a loud slap, leaving a pawprint clearly visible through his white fur. "So fight!"

Prosler's whole body seemed to ache in erotic sympathy as One-eye started to pound Isen from behind, while the albino struggled and fought with all his might, his muffled cries a confused mix of pleasure and defiance. The cruel laugh of the hyenaman made Prosler's ears burn, his cock pulsing with each slap of the gnoll's hips against Isen's rapidly-reddening bottom. He noticed, however, that for all his thrashing and jerking around, Isen wasn't being held down any more - both of One-eye's hands were gripping the white buck's bottom, squeezing the tight-muscled buns firmly. Was Prosler...willing? The sheer violence of the pair's coupling made the nerdy buck doubt the notion...and yet...

Musings cut off as he felt Urta's hips _grind_against his own upturned rear, Prosler's eyes rolled back into his head, and he moaned loudly, his whole body shuddering as the she-gnoll reached around to caress his cock with loving attention.

"You want to serve me, don't you?" she murmured in his ear, her voice husky and seductive. "You want to be my willing slave."

Prosler couldn't say anything at all, as much from the intense pleasure as Urta took him with slow, sweet skill as from the tentacle plugging his muzzle, and found himself glad for it - he didn't know what he might have said if he'd been able to speak. Instead, he just squeezed his eyes tightly shut, and prayed to the gods of the wild North that he'd be able to endure this trial. Soon, his mind emptied even of prayers, for there was no room for anything else but pleasure as Urta's hands gripped his antlers, using them as handles to make her claiming of his rump all the more thorough.

Surrounded on all sides by the sights and sounds of nonconsensual coupling, most of which soon became semi-consensual, and in a few cases completely consensual - all of it sensual - Crand looked around, his eyes wide, his own penis straining at full erection as he was made to suckle on the last of the tentacles extruded from the back of the omnipresent orca elemental. Crand was almost perfectly the archetype thought about when most people thought of actaeons: tall, proud of bearing, handsome, his antlers wide and demonstrative of his health and strength, his body lightly sculpted, sleek, and beautiful in its nudity. To look at Crand, one might have thought that he would be the leader of the bachelor band, for he was certainly the most handsome of the bucks, the most obviously charismatic. What Crand lacked, however, that Erlend did not, was motivation. Crand was a simple soul, one more interested in the simple facts of daily living, not on big plans and grand ideas. Erlend could spin a spell on others, while Crand, once one got past his good looks, was actually rather bland and ordinary. He'd make an excellent, if somewhat ordinary and not terribly original, leader of a tribe of his own one day, while Erlend had the sparks of genius, mingled with a tinge of tribal cruelty that made him at once irresistible, and also dangerous. If Rufus hadn't come along...Crand blinked, shaking his head, his tongue involuntarily flexing, working the underside of the tentacle in his mouth. Perhaps it was better this way, he mused, better that they be made the prisoners and playthings of this wolf and his entourage. Better that Erlend be made a slave, rather than be allowed to continue his reckless course.

Crand's thoughts were interrupted, however, as he looked up, his eyes widening at the approach of a creature that was as bizarre as she...he...it was alluring. It was the green dragoness from before, except now, where she had been clearly a she, now she was sporting a fairly generous erection above a set of well-formed balls, above a perfectly-formed, supple-scaled vagina. Crand had heard of hermaphrodites, of course, since while they were rare, the magic of the world made them quite possible, and often as fertile as any single-sexed creature. He'd never seen one before, though, and certainly not as up-close and personal as this dragonkin was getting.

"My name is Kyte," said the dragoness, lightly stroking the tentacle in Crand's mouth, the motion all it took to cause it to pop free of his muzzle, giving him a chance to catch his breath as he looked up at Kyte, doing his level best (and not being terribly successful) to avoid staring at the herm's genitals or very lovely, gold-capped breasts.

"Crand," responded the handsome buck, swallowing a little nervously. "If I might ask, Kyte, what do you intend to do to me?"

"Nothing too bad," answered the dragoness with a toothy smile, one that Crand found disconcerting on a great many levels, since it had all the allure of the smiles of both a male and a female. "Nothing you won't enjoy. It's just been so long since I've had this," she stroked her rigid shaft, shivering as her fingers rippled through the ridges along the underside. "Ngh - it's almost too sensitive for me to bear." Kyte took another step forward, bumping the spearlike tip against Crand's black-padded nose. "If your jaw isn't too tired, why don't you take some of the edge off? It'll make me go easier on you." Then Kyte shrugged. "I might even let you have my pussy as well."

Not resisting, Crand parted his muzzle, letting the dragonkin's cock slip smoothly into his mouth, closing his lips around the hard shaft to make a tight seal. His tongue stroked the underside, and the buck mused on how strange it felt compared to those of other males he'd fellated before. Crand, having always been attractive, had tasted his father's and older brothers' penises first, had actually been originally deflowered by his father, and knew quite well the ways of making love, not just to males, but also to females, for his father's harem hadn't been off-limits to him like it had to his brothers, a compensation for sating his father's endless desire as a strong and healthy adult buck. Though he hadn't been allowed to enter any of his father's other wives or daughters while they'd been in season, Crand had been given the honor of being his father's cherry picker, deflowering the new entrants into his harem, his beautiful face and body and gentle mannerisms more than enough to put the fresh females at ease, while his more modest-sized penis was quite well-suited to preparing them for his father's stag-sized shaft. Many of Crand's fondest memories while growing up were spending time with his father, the older stag showing his son how to use his muzzle on a female to make her whole body spasm, or perhaps on a captive male from another tribe who'd tried, and failed, to overpower his father in ritual combat, and was then required to pay the price with his anal virginity and, if he enjoyed it too much, perhaps his freedom as well, for many bucks grew to crave his and his father's touches on their lovely bodies.

Almost immediately, Kyte realized that he was now in the expert care of someone with an astonishing degree of skill. Shivering, her shaft pulsing in the beautiful male's muzzle, painting his tongue with her copious precum, the dragonkin grit her sharp teeth as she felt her pleasures starting to go right to the edge, and knowing she would soon go right over.

"It's been too long," he hissed out, shaking his head. "And you're too good. I'm going to cum, soon." Kyte's tongue darted out as she hissed like a steam kettle. "Very soon."

Shuddering as his antlers were seized, his beautiful brown eyes turning upward to look into Kyte's face, Crand's hips arched as the dragonkin began to ravish his face with a will, thrusting with swift, vigorous strokes, the heavy yellow-scaled sac slapping the underside of the buck's chin, the sweet vagina beneath leaking copious juices down onto Crand's broad, neatly-muscled chest. The eye contact seemed to drive Kyte wild, as Crand knew it would, and the dragonkin's whole body soon started to grow tense, his tail lifting, rump and belly growing tight and defined. Crand's eyes grew heavy-lidded as he felt the first warning spurt of thick dragoncream coat the length of his tongue. Those eyes closed all the way as Crand focused his entire attention on swallowing Kyte's load - and there was so much of it! - as the hermaphrodite dragonkin roared in glorious, pleasure-riven ecstasy. It took all of Crand's concentration and skill, his throat muscles gulping again and again to take in all of Kyte's prodigious load. Crand had heard that dragons were potent, but the legends paled to the reality, as white rivulets trickled down the buck's chin, his muzzle squeezed tightly against Kyte's groin as the dragonkin gripped Crand's antlers tightly, not letting the buck come up for air.

Gasping for breath, Crand was finally released as Kyte pulled back, her erection flopping, sated, downward, but not retreating back into its slit just yet. The dragonkin grinned at Crand, then stroked the buck's headfur tenderly.

"Thanks. You have no idea how much I needed that." Then Kyte licked his lips, looking down at Crand's own erection. "You're going to need some relief on that - dragoncum's pretty potent stuff." The green-scaled herm shrugged. "I've known males to get a hardon for days after getting a taste of my cum, if they weren't allowed to get off somehow." Then Kyte's muzzle spread into a smile. "And I know just the way to work off your erection."

Preferring the show rather than to tell, Kyte turned around, spreading his legs as he straddled Crand's hips, his tail nudging the buck back onto his rump. Looking up, wide-eyed, Crand realized that Kyte looked very much like a female from behind, and his breathing started to pick up as he saw the dragonkin lower her dripping snatch down toward his rigid, waiting member.

"Oooh yeah," hissed Kyte in pleasure as she sank herself, nice and slow, down onto the buck's shaft, her hands gripping it near the base to hold it steady until she was all the way down, her pink inner walls, just barely visible on the edges of the yellow outer lips of her labia, visibly clenching down tight on Crand's cock, her juices flowing copiously down his shaft, soaking the fur of his crotch. "That's _just_the right spot!"

Giving himself up to ecstasy, Crand lay back, his hips bucking and arching upward to match Kyte's own vigorous pace, the young buck crying out in pleasure before his mouth was once again plugged, this time by Kyte's tail. Using that tail as leverage, Kyte humped Crand with a will, roaring in orgasm as he pinched his erect gold nipples tightly between his sharp talons, orgasm mingled with afterglow leaving a warm pink glow all along her underbelly.

The cries of pleasure, willing and unwilling, filling the air, the orgy continued apace, the scents as well as the sounds of sex saturating the air, driving all the participants mad with animal lust.

Path Choices

Still none, but just for one entry more. Expect a vote next time as we get back on schedule. Also, to all and sundry: Happy Nude Deer! (That's Happy New Year to those of you in Gondwanaland.)

I simply could not resist.