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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Fifty-seventh Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

Wicker - 14

Vin and Landis - 2

Boskan - 3

Crand - 1

Isen - 1

Prosler - 1

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

* Spark gets to rape someone (Wicker a candidate) - 1

* Scene back at the Blue Feather camp - 1

* Incestuous foursome with Windtooth, Wauken, Rufus, and Erlend - 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

An overwhelming vote for Wicker to join up! Which I am happy to write. Cassidy could use some backup, and he'll start training the reindeer boy right away.

Pathfinding Fifty-seventh Entry

"The worst part," said Imogen, her cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol she'd consumed, "is how everybody expects me to be all sweet and pure and...and..."

"Perfect?" Wisselfleur hazarded, her slender dapple-grey back pressed against that of her friend.

"Exactly!" the willowy unicorn exclaimed, half-turning to point toward her friend. "Exactly what I mean. I mean, you're beautiful, Wiss. By Lord Phoenix, you're gorgeous! But nobody expects you to be perfect. Why, I bet, right now, if you walked into the tent over there, you'd end up with...with..." The unicorn's cheeks flushed even more deeply as she considered the possibilities. "I don't even know."

Wisselfleur smirked at the edges of her fleshy beak, then leaned back slightly to nuzzle her friend's silk-soft mane, and started to run her beak through the short fur of Imogen's ears, affectionately grooming the other mythic. Imogen had never really done any serious drinking before in her life, but tonight, during the celebration of the intended alliance between wolfen and actaeons, ending the long feud, she'd consumed quite a bit more than her fair share of the surprisingly potent beer the actaeons produced, along with more than a little of Great Prince Wauken's private stash of woods whiskey. For someone of Imogen's exceptionally petite size, that much alcohol would normally have left her quite unconscious, and perhaps in some serious health trouble. However, being a unicorn, Imogen had an amazing resistance to toxins of all sorts, alcohol included. A gallon of beer, here or there, was just enough to make her slightly buzzed, and it wasn't until Wauken had so kindly allowed the silvery filly to enjoy some wood whiskey that she finally became reasonably intoxicated - it was potent stuff!

After all the celebration, couples and small groups had all paired off into the many tents and hastily-constructed lodges that made up the actaeon community; actaeons were semi-nomadic at best, even the camp of the Great Prince, who made it a point to visit all the parts of his realm on a regular basis, and so it was as much chance as planning that had brought Rufus' party to the camp. The Great Prince's tent was especially large, and well-lit on its interior. So well-lit, in fact, that the outlines of the fun going on inside was quite clearly visible to both Imogen and Wisselfleur. Wauken had led Rufus, Adel, Urta, Urtan, and little Rael into the tent, with four of his does following close behind. Three of the deer women were gorgeous specimens, one of them especially full-figured, while one was a petite little thing, about Rael's age, her back still sporting spots, her perky white tushie on full display as her tail popped up in nervousness. This was Wauken's daughter, while the other three were his wives, the one with the largest breasts the mother of the cute little deerling. Through the veil of the tent side, Imogen and Wisselfleur watched with hot faces and hotter...lower parts as the Great Prince himself was suddenly beset by first Rufus, then Urtan, the two savage males kissing him on either side, making him turn his head every few moments, refusing to let the beautiful, muscular stag have more than a second or two to catch his breath. His significant erection stood out proudly between his legs as the two carnivorous males ravished his mouth with their tongues, and Adel was more than happy to caress that heavy length, and then slide it slowly into her dainty muzzle, bobbing her head forward and back. Urta was hardly idle, the savage she-gnoll promptly seizing the two middle-sized deer women and pulling them close, then shoving them down to get them working on her own proudly erect faux-penis. This left the large-breasted doe and the two youngsters, Rael and the fawn soon starting with some gentle, girlish kissing and tender exploration of each others' petite bodies with hands and muzzles, before the doe coaxed both girls to start kneading and then suckling on her full breasts, her moans loud enough to be heard over even the other fun in the Great Prince's tent.

Hippogryph and unicorn both burned with simmering lust and envy as the night's festivities continued, Rael and the fawn soon presenting themselves on all-fours, squealing loudly as Wauken gripped Rael's fluffy puptail, holding it up as he pressed his muzzle tightly up against her teenaged cunny, while Rufus put that wonderfully long, smooth wolftongue of his to work on the fawn's delicate white-furred cunny.

"She's a virgin," Imogen grumbled. "She's in season, and she's a virgin, and the Great Prince is letting that big, mean wolf stick his fat, nasty dong in her to get her pregnant. She's only a little more than half his size! And it's all for some stupid reason like forging bonds between races, or something dumb like that," she exclaimed, folding her arms in a full pubescent pout. "It's not fair."

Wisselfleur was a little too busy to answer, swallowing in arousal as she watched the two powerful males kneel behind their respective girls, Rael visibly eager, her tail wagging almost out of control until the Great Prince grabbed it tightly to hold it still, whereupon her tushie started to wiggle instead, while the fawn held still, her head turned, obviously watching Rufus with trepidation as he rubbed his sizable member against her pert, presented bottom, letting her feel just what was going to go inside of her. The outlines of both cocks then slipped lower, just below the upturned curves of each girl's bum, and suddenly the night was filled with the sweet squeals of two teenaged twats being filled right up to the brim with what was probably more cock than they were really meant to handle. All around, the others watched in aroused silence, the throbbing erections of the gnoll siblings a clear gauge of the arousal the others were surely feeling. Long minutes passed, sweet, girlish cries of pleasure filling the night air as Wauken and Rufus thrust their hips, glimpses of the shadows of their long shafts visible every time they pulled out, their hips and firm, masculine rumps working in tandem, one pulling out while the other pushed in. Soon it was too much, and Adel coaxed Urtan to move in front of Rael, while Urta strode before the fawn, both of them squeezing their sizable members into the pretty mouths of their chosen cutie. Soon all the thrusting participants started to pick up speed, their grunts growing audible, matching the orgasmic coos and gasps of the two girls, before Wauken and Rufus, timing themselves together, cried out, thrusting their hips in short surges as they were obviously cumming inside the two girls, while the gnolls pulled their cocks out, letting their cum spurt onto the two girls' faces.

With Adel as coordinator, Rael quickly crawled over to the fawn as soon as they were both free of the cocks that had so thoroughly stuffed them from both ends, and started to lick her off, a favor that the cute little deergirl returned, hesitantly at first, but soon with greater enthusiasm. A bit of coaxing from the chipmunk girl soon had the young pair down on the tent floor, eating each other out in a sixty-nine position. The gnolls, hardly satisfied by their recent orgasms, grappled Wauken, and soon the Great Prince himself was on all-fours, crying out loudly as Urta worked her thick clit into his beautiful backside, while Urtan seized the proud, handsome stag's antlers and used them to control the male, forcing his cock into Wauken's muzzle. Rufus snatched up Adel, ending her coordination, before he dragged the little chipmunk into a long daisychain of does, with Adel on one end, and Rufus on the other, the eager does each eating out another in a line, while Rufus plowed out their pussies, one by one, ending with slim little Adel, who squealed no less loudly than the other females Rufus had stuffed with that magnificent member of his.

"I want to be part of that," said Imogen, before heaving a long, disappointed sigh. "But I think I'm as scared to join in as everybody else in the camp was to ask me to come with them."

Wisselfleur didn't say anything, just let Imogen feel her presence and her warmth. It was true, of course: the unicorn frankly intimidated everyone who'd been pairing off, almost as much as Lesage, the angel girl, who floated a short distance away, slightly luminous in the shadows as she, like the two mythic teens, watched what took place in the tent of the Great Prince. If either of the girls seated on the ground had bothered to look over at the young angel, they'd have seen her biting her lower lip, her thighs squeezed tightly together to try, with minimal success, to conceal the moisture that was already running down her creamy inner thighs. Also seated nearby were twhree other figures, enjoying the warmth of the campire around which the five of them were gathered.

"We started out full of hopes, didn't we?" Wisselfleur asked after a while. "We were going to rebel against everything we were supposed to do and be, strike out on our own, and show the whole world what we could really do. That's what got us out here, isn't it?"

"It's what got you out here," answered Imogen with a giggle and then a hiccup, momentarily laying her melancholy aside. "You were always the wild one, silly griffy. Me, I just followed you."

"Uh-huh," said Wisselfleur, arching an eyebrow, obviously dubious. "So, it's all my fault that we left home and went to scare off those goblin wolf-riders raiding those human villages?"

"Well...maybe I helped, a little," Imogen admitted, giving her friend a coy glance, before she giggled. "Their wolves didn't like it when I did the glowy thing, did they?"

"Heh, they sure didn't," Wisselfleur agreed, before turning to rub her friend's back. "We've been lucky so far, Immy. We've got good friends, and we've got people to watch our backs. Heck, we've even had our cherries popped, and I wasn't sure you'd ever allow that to happen."

"All my fault, huh?" Imogen asked with a dubious expression of her own, before wrinkling her nose cutely when Wisselfleur nodded. "Oh hush!" Then she looked down shyly. "It felt really good, though, didn't it?"

"Yeah," admitted Wisselfleur with a slightly dreamy sigh. "There's only one Rufus, and one Urtan, though, and we're not the only ones that want them." She made a face. "I'm willing to wait, personally, as long as it doesn't mean we get desperate enough to try out that mean bull, Skaeth."

"Not after he was one of them," agreed Imogen with a slight shudder, recalling for only a moment the time they'd spent as exotic slaves intended for auction to high-paying clients, and quite grateful that Skaeth had wandered off with the two centaurettes after the celebration, his lecherous intentions on both mother and daughter more than clear. "We were overconfident, ending up caught like that. We thought we could win every fight, that we were invincible. Look where it almost got us."

"But it didn't," Wisselfleur replied swiftly, lessening her friend's pessimism with her own enthusiasm. "We've got friends who'll stand by us through thick and thin. We're going to do great things." Then the hippogryph girl blushed deeply, the feathers of her falconlike head ruffling to let off the heat a bit. "If we get to have some fun on the way, well, I think that's a nice bonus."

"Lucky girl," teased Imogen, her inhibitions quite a bit less than normal thanks to the alcohol she'd consumed, making her far more likely to speak out and speak up than she ever would while strictly sober. "You hippogryphs are allowed to be earthy. Me, I'm supposed to keep my pussy to myself."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," chimed in Wisselfleur, giving her friend's lily white butt a smack, only slightly reduced in force by the white robe Imogen wore, making the unicorn giggle like a naughty schoolgirl. "We're both going to have all sorts of sex."

Across from the girls, on the other side of the fire, Wicker was listening, his cute face almost beet red. Oh my! After everything that had happened, he'd needed to be alone with his thoughts for a while, and the little fire had been the closest bastion of solitude available. After a while, he'd been joined by big, blocky Boskan, the young bull moose plopping his muscular butt down next to the reindeer boy's. Not long afterward, the blind shamaness, Ryg, had settled herself at the midpoint between the two males and the two females, her ears turning this way and that as she took in the situation before her.

Finally, Ryg lifted her head, her words filling the youngsters on both sides of the fire, carried by the wind spirits so that they could hear her as clearly as though she'd been standing right next to them. Apparently her words were carried to a few others off in the darkness near the edge of the woods, for soon after the handsome Vin and his no less handsome but slightly younger brother Landis made an appearance, and soon settled next to the other two actaeon youths.

"You are all on your own rites of passage," said the shamaness, not bothering to face those to whom she spoke, her sightless state making it unnecessary for her. "You are all eager to prove yourselves. It's what has brought us all together at this time. There is a great need for all of you, for there is a great threat to us all, and all of us must work together to overcome the threat." Lifting her hands, toward Imogen and Wisselfleur, she beckoned the pair, and then stood herself, leading them slowly around the circumference of the fire, until all three of them were standing in the midst of the seated boys, who looked up at the three beautiful females with wide, eager eyes. "Will you join us, sons of the actaeons?" Ryg asked, even as she almost casually shrugged off her furs and robes, making all six of the teenagers blush as she was left utterly naked in all her mature beauty before them, the pink caps of her nipples standing out clearly through her soft pale fur.

"We'll join you," said Wicker after a moment to swallow, wetting his suddenly dry throat. "I guess we've got to, huh?" he added, glancing at his fellow cervines, who returned his look with one of agreement, though each of them was also hesitant, each to a varying degree.

"No," said Ryg. "You don't have to do anything at all. But we want you to come with us. Don't we?" she added finally, looking toward Wisselfleur and Imogen, who traded a moment's glance, before both girls smiled eagerly.

"You bet!" exclaimed Wisselfleur, reaching up to pull off her halter and tossing it aside, freeing her streamlined breasts to the night air. As she bent, wiggling her appaloosa rump, tail swishing while she worked her long loincloth off, Imogen swallowed, as nervous as she was aroused, and then reached up, undoing the clasps on her white robe, her sleek, willowy figure clearly visible through the cloth with the firelight behind her, and then let the garment float to the ground at her feet. Her perked nipples stood out like drops of silver on her perfect, upthrust breasts in the flickering light.

"We want to trust you," said the unicorn filly as she started walking toward the boys, all four of them sporting erections that were clearly visible through their tented loincloths. "We want you to trust us." She knelt, and reached out, deftly undoing Wicker's loincloth, while Wisselfleur far more eagerly pulled off Boskan's, her eyes wide and excited as his nearly horse-sized shaft popped free. "We want to trust you as well," she finished, bending to kiss the tip of the reindeer boy's slender pink shaft, her beautiful eyes, the color of pure, deep water, meeting his as she closed her lips around his penis. Nearby, Ryg was kneeling before Vin and Landis, her hands stroking each brother's cock quite eagerly, getting them nice and slick with precum even as she whispered words of her desire to them both, encouraging them to make a sandwich of her, older brother in front, younger brother behind.

Suddenly, Imogen didn't feel the need to be so perfect anymore.

Path Choices

There's our fireside tale for this session. Next entry, Rufus and company press into the woods. There are a few things to consider before we go, however.

1) Keep Loshada? Yes/No

Kabula, the centaur mare, intends to gather her people and head to the camp of the Blue Feather pack to join with the rest of our forces. So, this leads to the question: should we bring Loshada, the sandy-furred filly, with us? If not, she'll go with her mother to meet Windtooth instead.

2) Transition scene - please select only one.

We can have another character get a spotlight in a fireside scene, or else we can shift to the Blue Feather camp, or we can take another peek at the Warlord and what she's doing. Indicate which scene of the following that you'd like to see most:

A) Kabula and Loshada - some talk about centaur life and maybe details on what they did with Skaeth before Kabula (and perhaps Loshada as well, depending on vote A) leaves to rejoin her people. Can also include more centaurette sex if you'd like, so make suggestions for what you'd like to see if this is your vote.

B) Skaeth - A look into the big bull's background, and how he ended up working for slavers before joining Rufus' party. Might also take a look into what he's planning, perhaps a takeover of the party, designs on Rufus' rump, or perhaps considering betraying us to some of his badguy friends, which will probably lead to NC scenes with the party. Feel free to make suggestions on what you want Skaeth to be up to if this is your vote.

C) Spark and the Steampunk Trio - What do those three naughty young geniuses have in store for our favorite foxboy bard? Feel free to make suggestions if this is your choice - I have some ideas of my own on the diabolical machines they'll be using, but would love to hear what others are thinking.

D) Rufus/Urtan romance - It's time to finally let those two go at it. Might also include Urta, Rael, and Adel if there's time for writing them into the scene. Hopefully will include character development as well as sex.

E) Windtooth and the girls - We've left a lot of characters with the Blue Feather pack, so maybe we should check in and see how they're all doing. Make suggestions for what sorts of scenes you'd like to see if this is your choice.

F) Jonna, Padmini, Shara, and Hanaro - These girls have a lot to talk about, from healing magic to martial arts to weapons training. A chance for development of these characters. Feel free to make additional suggestions, and also indicate if you want sex to be a part of the scenario if this is your vote.

There is also a 20% chance of a hostile random encounter as we approach the Valkyries, so be prepared to vote on what to do should that occur.