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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Seventieth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

1 - 14 - Capture and conversion

2 - 6

3 - 2

Additional Votes

* Urtan/Urta incest scene - 4

* Incestuous foursome with Windtooth, Wauken, Rufus, and Erlend - 4

* Spark goes back into the sex machine, and this time he has sex with himself - 2

* Meet Lysha in Valkyrie City - 2

* Check on Belthin's fate - 2

* Padmini/Wisselfleur/Imogen (adding Lesage if possible) all f/f scene - 2

* Jonna/Skaeth scene - 1

* Lesage starts using a Crown of Morpheus for sexual storage purposes - 1

* Erlend made to wear a chastity device - 1

* Introduce a non-sexual character - 1

* Return of the succubus imp as an active character - 1

Vote Options in Progress

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

* More Hanaro sex scenes (Rufus and Urtan primarily)

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

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

Author Notes

I was planning on doing this as a side-scene...but I changed my mind.

Pathfinding Seventieth Entry

Rufus leaned back in the steaming water of the bathhouse, smiling to himself. His eyes were closed, an expression of complete, perfect bliss on his face as he let his personal slaveboy run his hands through the thick fur of Rufus' chest, massaging the muscles beneath, and below, two well-oiled elfboys worked their skilled, long-fingered hands over his feet, cleaning out the spaces between his pawpads with their agile little tongues. Perhaps not as good as getting tongued down there by a canid or a felid beastfolk, but pleasant all the same.

The warm, soothing back was something Rufus felt he'd earned, for the fight that morning had been vicious. Despite all his planning, despite all his strategy, despite their terror and demoralization, the barbarians had fought, and fought long and hard. It was evening now, and Rufus hadn't been back for more than two hours, long enough to get his troops settled and the captives...well, "dealt with."

Arrows had darkened what little light was in the sky as the Valkyries rained down death on their foes, mowing them down, really. Spears and bows were the traditional weapons of amazons across the world, no matter where they might be found, and this held true for the Valkyries as much as for any other amazon clan. Of course, this made good sense: it was unwise for a female, even one as strong as a Valkyrie, to enter close combat with a male, simply because of the greater upper body strength of a male. But the barbarians tended to avoid "cowardly" weapons like bows, preferring to get up close and personal with their enemies, swinging their axes and swords, thrusting with their spears, and even clawing and biting if it came to that. In a melee, these barbarians would be a terror.

Naturally, Rufus didn't allow them that option. Whenever the barbarian raiders started to get too close to one position, vaguely identifying the location of his hidden warriors from the direction of the arrows coming at them, Rufus would howl a retreat, the signals having been practiced the night before. Immediately, the Valkyries would sweet back through the woods and the mist, then regroup and fire from other angles, driving their foes back once more.

Finally, perhaps inevitably, however, the barbarians closed. That was how Rufus got the nasty gashes across his belly, the top of his head, along one thigh, and numerous cuts and lacerations almost all the way up and down his arms. The actaeon boys had stood with him, as had Urtan, Urta, One-eye, Adel, Hanaro, and little Rael - the rest of his party was elsewhere on the battlefield, fighting their own skirmishes. They'd all comported themselves with courage and honor...even Erlend, Rufus had to admit, opening his eyes to look at the deer boy, who was stoically rubbing soap into Rufus' fur now, getting his master worked into a nice lather. Boskan, big mooseboy that he was, had attracted a great deal of attention from the barbarian warriors, and was even then being tended in the infirmary. Since he was being tended to by Ryg and two attending Valkyrie healers, however, Rufus wasn't too worried about the healthy bull's recovery...or his satisfaction with his work.

After afternoon wore on, however, the fighting had slowed, the barbarians exhausted. They didn't have magic to renew their fighting strength, not like Rufus' party and his Valkyrie army. Perhaps if they'd had Belthin, they might have had a chance. Actually, Rufus decided with a rueful smirk, they might have won, since Belthin was a powerful sorceress, even now, imprisoned and collared as a slave to the Valkyries. Her ability to enhance the physical capabilities of her troops was incredible, and that could very easily have turned the tide.

The wicked sorceress, however, had been quite thoroughly raped by several dozen Valkyries making use of andros oil (including, Rufus noted with some satisfaction, Lysha - it seemed his former teammate, and even more former foe, had fit in well with her new people) to properly enjoy themselves; she was in no condition to assist anyone by the time dawn had come creeping over the mountains, and wouldn't be for some time to come...if she ever was again, considering the plans the Valkyries had in store for her, training her properly in their service.

Even with their berserker rages, even the most powerful and stalwart of the barbarians soon became exhausted, and many dropped unconscious to the battlefield, utterly spent of their energies. If they'd had their leaders still, the largest, strongest, most cunning, and most motivated of the barbarians, even then, the barbarians might have continued to fight, continued to resist, to fight to the last man. But Cassidy and Shara had done their work well, and the barbarians were utterly, thoroughly demoralized. As afternoon turned to early evening, the last of their most gung-ho warriors either unconscious or slain, the barbarians had finally cast down their weapons and sued for surrender.

Rufus had only been too happy to oblige them. What they didn't know, of course, was that he had a very wicked fate in store for them all.

The screams - deep-throated and manly at first, but swiftly rising to a high-pitched, woman's wail - had been among the most satisfying Rufus had ever heard. Marched by the hundreds into the holy city of the Valkyries, the unwashed, shaggy barbarians were awestruck at what they'd tried to take - apparently Belthin's descriptions of the place hadn't done it sufficient justice. They'd been especially surprised when, rather than being cast into some dungeon, they'd been marched into the alabaster halls of the high priestess, and then secured by chains to the pillars. The screams had started a short while later, Ryg and Jutta on hand to properly channel the powers of the temple.

At the end of it all, the former men were forced to look at their precious manhoods, dangling from a long wooden placard like trophies - which, if truth had to be told, was how Jutta regarded them. She'd had the trophy holder especially crafted for just this purpose, made sure it was large enough to manage hundreds of disembodied genitals, and carved with numerous runes to ensure it would be a perfect location for hanging the emasculated manhoods of every barbarian taken as prisoners...and soon after, as slave warriors.

Given the choice - serve us to make reparations for your crimes against out people, or lose your manhood forever - the barbarians quickly submitted to a man, er _wo_man.

Basking in the delightful sensation of total relaxation following a hard-earned victory, Rufus closed his eyes once more. The elfboys, Calanon and Durion, high elf and dark elf respectively, were working their way up his legs now, their delightfully skilled hands roaming a bit further north than was absolutely proper in their polite societies. Rufus, though, didn't bother to stop them - he wasn't from a polite society himself, and it felt really good having those wonderful hands on his thighs, working out the many kinks that had built up over time. Mmm, and he was already starting to harden, it felt so good right then.

Opening his eyes slightly, Rufus smirked down at the awestruck faces of the elfboys, pink-skinned and black, as they stared, openmouthed, as his girthy male meat slowly rose before their wide eyes. He'd developed a bit of a bulge at the base of his cock that hadn't been there before his little transfer with Rael - he guessed it was a slightly lesser knot than what he'd seen on his father - but it didn't seem to get in the way of the normal functions of his otherwise unchanged penis.

Turning his eyes upward, Rufus played them over Erlend. The deer still had a slightly sinister look to his handsome features, but that was the result of the darker brown fur and black highlights that were his natural coloration, rather than because he was still as wicked or proud as he'd once been. Rufus had been rather regularly allowing Erlend to be taken and put to use by the Valkyries, while forcing the handsome buck to wear a specially-designed metal cage over his sheath, preventing him from achieving an erection, let alone an orgasm, while still allowing him to urinate, albeit uncomfortably. The cage was still in place, and Rufus regarded it with a speculative air. Finally, with a very slight shrug, he reached over and carefully worked his fingers into the little grooves on the sides of the cock-cage. It was magically keyed to his touch, and so with only a little fiddling, he had the confinement off, freeing Erlend from its entrapment.

Almost immediately, pent up for days as he'd been, Erlend promptly sported a full, aching erection, moaning softly at the sensation of intense, blissful relief as well as rising pleasure as all of his suppressed need was finally allowed to come to the fore. Smirking at the sounds the buck boy was making, Rufus reached up a massive paw, gripping Erlend's rump, pulling him over from where he'd been standing next to Rufus.

"Felt like a snack," he explained, before popping Erlend's penis into his mouth.

Mmm, smooth buck cock. Rufus had to admit, it was one of his favorite flavors of male. Oh, Urtan had a nice, meaty shaft all right, and it was lots of fun gnawing on Urta's tasty faux-penis, and even Cassidy was pretty tasty, but for a proper-tasting meal of fresh fellatio, nothing beat fresh-squeezed buck. Smirking up at Erlend, digging his fingers into the boy's taut rump, squeezing the tender white-furred flesh beneath his upraised tail, Rufus savored that sweet, leaky shaft. He knew Erlend wouldn't last long, not with his youth, inexperience, and extended length of confinement in the chastity cage - he didn't want the boy to last. What he wanted was sweet, thick...ah, that's the stuff.

Crying out, his hands grabbing Rufus' shoulders, Erlend's whole body jerked, his hips thrusting involuntarily as orgasm caught up with him. Rufus closed his eyes, letting his cheeks bulge a bit with the rush of tasty cream filling his mouth, just enjoying the flavor for a little while before he swallowed it down....again...and again...heh, the kid certainly had volume, didn't he? Especially when Rufus worked his finger into Erlend's tailhole, and twisted it just...like...that.

"Nice," grunted Rufus as he let Erlend's rapidly-softening shaft pop free of his muzzle, then let the boy sink to his knees in the water next to him, panting hard, his cheeks deeply flushed. "You really needed that, didn't you, boy?"

"Yes sir," answered Erlend, his chest still heaving, body trembling from the sheer force of the orgasm Rufus had inflicted on him.

"You see what you get when you're well-behaved?" Rufus continued, quirking an ear down toward his lower parts as he felt the hands of the awestruck elfboys starting to tentatively caress his cock, their hot breaths on his heavy sac as they looked up his towering length. "You do well, you get rewarded - you just gotta trust that you'll get what you deserve." He fixed Erlend with the same look he gave Rael when she'd been naughty (which was thankfully rare - she was a good girl, actually), and Erlend's ears promptly lowered, his head tilting down submissively. "Good, or bad."

"Yes sir," Erlend answered with a nervous gulp. Rufus reached over and rubbed the boy's back.

"Relax - you're not in trouble now. You've been about as well-behaved as I could ask, actually. Never had a slave that took to the job nearly as well or as fast as you, actually. At this rate, you might actually earn your way back into my good graces. I don't know about your father, of course, but," Rufus shrugged, "we take what we can get, don't we."

"Yeah," agreed Erlend, smiling slightly, then giving a soft gasp as Rufus turned, caressing the buck's still-extended, soft penis with one footpaw, slowly working it back up to full erection. "Ah...sir!"

"Silly buck," chuckled Rufus as he deftly manipulated Erlend's rigid cock between his feet. "This, I'm doing for the fun of it - I like watching people's faces when I make 'em cum. And yours...well, you're a hottie, there's no doubt." Then he glanced down at the elfboys, grinning toothily as he reached down, making them both gasp loudly as he grabbed their upturned bottoms, obsidian black and rosepetal pink, squeezing the perky, girlish buns firmly. "As for you two, get to work: while you're on loan to me from Jutta, you're mine, and I intend to thoroughly enjoy both your tight little elfbutts."

Their pointed ears perking a little at Rufus' words, both their adorable cocks as hard as nails beneath the water, the boys swiftly went to work. Soon they were licking their way up his towering shaft, their hands wrapping around the base, stroking him down by his knot (and he was _sensitive_down there - how did Dad keep from blowing his wad with something like that on all the time?). Big as Rufus was, he really was a two-person job, but the elfboys were game, and they swiftly rose to the task, working their tongues into Rufus' foreskin, making him grunt in rising pleasure as they teased around the corona of his girthy glans.

Despite this distraction, Rufus gave as good as he got, and then some. He was trained in two-handed fighting, after all, and his ambidexterity proved its usefulness in more situations than one might initially think. In this case, it let him keep Erlend's straining, heavily-leaking erection pinned between his toes, while at the same time he was able to work his middle fingers into both elfboys' extra-tight tushies. They'd oiled themselves up before he'd even got into the bathhouse, their lithe, supple bodies glistening from the moment he'd first seen them, and so his fingers, even as thick as they were, slid smoothly into both boys' backsides, making them moan loudly around their plump mouthfuls of cockhead as they eagerly nibbled around his leaking meatus.

"Dark meat first," declared Rufus, feeling himself starting to get a little closer to the edge than he wanted right then, popping his finger out of Calanon's butt so that he could grab Durion around the waist, and hoist the black-skinned elfboy into the air. Being an elf, of course, Durion was very light, and he squealed girlishly as Rufus turned him around, slipping his hands under the drow boy's thighs, lifting his knees up, thrusting his heart-shaped bottom down, pointed straight at Rufus' immense shaft. Anticipating his master's desires, Calanon held Rufus' cock upright, his eyes wide with awe as Rufus lowered his friend down onto his thick member.

For a moment, Rufus _grunted_in exertion, feeling his cock bend at the incredible tightness of the wriggly elfboy. Drow were tight! Rufus knew this from a few brief forays into the Underdark, during which he'd once claimed a male drow as a spoil of conquest, and thoroughly violated the dark-skinned beauty before letting him go. But that drow hadn't been nearly as small and tight as Durion, and Rufus had to grit his teeth, his feet squeezing tightly together, making Erlend cry out in a rush of near-pain and heightened pleasure, before Rufus bucked his hips upward with a powerful thrust, making Durion squeal again, this time much more loudly, as Rufus split the boy wide on his mighty shaft.

"It's in me, Cal!" gasped Durion as Rufus worked the boy down by fingerspans on his shaft, his feet kicking just above where Rufus was gripping the boy's thighs. "He's...he's so big! He's too...ah! Ah!"

Rufus gave a deep-throated grunt as his balls squeezed against Durion's much-smaller sac, the elfboy's glistening, obsidian-dark buns visibly clenching and tensing as he was stuffed to the brim with wolfcock. Finally over his initial awe, more or less, Calanon bent his head forward and started to lick Rufus' balls, and upward, making sure the alpha wolf's cock was thoroughly lubricated, and also teasing the tip of his tongue against Durion's wide-stretched sphincter. The elfboy was so stretched out, in fact, that he'd lost all the articulation of his anus, spread wide until it was a perfectly smooth circle around Rufus' invading organ.

"This is what we wolves do to little elfboys we catch out in our woods," Rufus growled, grinning down at Calanon over Durion's shoulder - this was, in matter-of-fact, the absolute truth, as Rufus had indeed been a part of several packbangs of wood elves, male as well as female, mostly pubescent youngsters out exploring for some adventure before they'd run into a wolfen patrol eager for some extra-tight pink elfbutt. "Watch close: you're next."

Calanon did_watch close, his heart feeling like it was going to burst out of his chest, it was beating so hard. His penis was aching until it was painful as he watched Rufus grip his best friend tightly in his powerful grip, and then start to make the squirming, squealing dark elfboy bounce on his lap, hard and fast and _rough! Durion wailed mightily as his smooth black buns were thoroughly plundered, slapping loudly against Rufus' lap every time he was plunged down that immense length of hard wolfcock.

"Here it comes!" Rufus warned, the copious amount of startlingly white precum leaking down Durion's penis a certain mirror of the amount of fluids that had to be trickling from Rufus' cockhead. "Take...it...all!"

Bellowing loudly as he came, his voice a basso counterpoint to Durion's high-pitched cry, and Erlend's own tenor exclamation of orgasm as Rufus' paws brought the deer to his own peak, Rufus simply flooded poor Durion's bottom to its limits and well beyond. Dutifully, Calanon did his best to lick up as much of the mess, as Rufus filled up Durion, and Durion's own cock spurted its white cream upward like a fountain, as fast as he could before it soaked into the fur of Rufus' thighs, but there was only so much a single elfboy could do.

"Aah," sighed Rufus in satisfaction, pulling Durion off his cock with a loud 'pop' and gush of juices, before he set the utterly spent, limp drow boy on the submerged bench next to him. "That was good. You like your first footjob, Erlend?" He glanced over, but Erlend was obviously too dazed to respond, his cock still twitching a little with aftershocks. "Heh, guess so," Rufus concluded, before his yellow eyes fell on Calanon, making the petite elfboy shiver in fearfully-aroused anticipation. "Now for the second course!"

Crying out - he couldn't help himself! - Calanon wriggled desperately as Rufus seized him by his shoulder-length blonde hair, and easily bent the elfboy over the edge of the bath. Resting his heavy shaft between Calanon's heart-shaped buns, Rufus took his time, drawing out the motion as he stroked the full length of his penis through the crease of the elf's tushie, squeezing his bottom tightly together to make an even better channel for thrusting. Then, suddenly, at the apex of one of his long, slow thrusts, the tip of Rufus' cock caught against Calanon's anus...and squeeeezed inside, nice and slow.

"AIIIIEEEEEE!" wailed the high elfboy loudly, but not in pain - quite the opposite! His whole body was tingling from a rush of endorphins, and he'd been going almost out of his mind with desperate lust as Rufus had drawn out the moment of penetration. Now, feeling Rufus' heavy sac bump against the back of his own much-smaller one, Calanon felt his eyes rolling back into his head, his cock jetting numerous warning shots of precum against the side of the bath - he was already on the edge of cumming, and Rufus had only just fit himself all the way inside!

"Hang on, boy," growled Rufus in Calanon's ear, nibbling on the hyper-sensitive, pointed tip, making the elfboy shudder all over, his penis dribbling copious precum into the water. "It's gonna be a rough ride."

Grinding his hips against Calanon's firm pink tush, Rufus grinned wickedly as he made the elfboy moan loudly, then exulted as he made Calanon yelp! at the first savage thrust. Not pausing, he took a swift, brutal pace, not wanting to go gentle on this tight little slaveboy, not for one moment - Calanon didn't want Rufus to be gentle, and he knew it. Hearing the boy cry out in his high, musical tenor voice, feeling him squirm beneath him, Rufus was driven to be even more savage as he pounded Calanon's tight pink butt with a will, grinning to himself when the boy started to squirt cum all over himself and the inner side of the bath. He was just getting warmed up!

Humping hips soon turning Calanon's buns a bright raspberry red, Rufus growled and grunted in the slaveboy's ear, easily working another erection out of the elf, keeping him from getting soft just from raw stimulation. Then Durion, recovering somewhat from his own ordeal on Rufus' cock, came up behind Rufus, his eager tongue teasing beneath the wolf's tail, rimming him with expert skill. Giving a harsh snarl, Rufus rapidly felt himself driven to the edge, the hot sounds the elfboy beneath him was making just adding to Rufus' passion, until finally, everything just got to be more than he could handle. Howling and growling like a wild animal, Rufus' balls tensed, cum spurting in thick, potent ropes into Calanon's tight buns, before Rufus gave an especially hard thrust, making the boy squeal loudly as Rufus' new knot popped inside. It didn't lock them together quite as tightly as a true wolf's full-sized knot would have, but it certainly stretched the boy out quite thoroughly...and it sent some of the most intense sensations of pleasure shooting straight into Rufus' brain.

Finally, spent and panting, Rufus slowly worked his cock out of his high elven slaveboy, grinning as he admired his handiwork - this elven hottie was gaped out quite nicely indeed.

"Clean him up," he ordered Durion, the drow boy not arguing, or even hesitating for a moment as he put his mouth and tongue to work on his best friend's thoroughly abused bottom.

"Well, well," came a familiar challenging voice from the entrance to the baths. "Looks like you started the party without us."

Looking up, Rufus grinned, this time rather sheepishly. There in the entryway were the gnollish siblings, Urta and Urtan. It was Urta who'd spoken - Urtan, though able to talk once more, still wasn't used to it, and so tended to let others do most of his talking for him.

"Got a little excited," Rufus growled softly, admiring the two strong, powerfully-built hyenafolk as they walked to the bath and stepped inside. Urtan reached over and kissed Rufus on the muzzle, a kiss that Rufus returned.

"Adel'll be along soon," Urtan murmured in Rufus' ear, making the wolfen grin widely.

"It's gonna be a fun night," he growled eagerly.

Path Choices

A few choices now, one short, the other long.

1) Should we allow Erlend to have his freedom? Yes/No

2) Our present party is as follows:

Adel - chipmunk girl, princess in exile of a fallen kingdom, mate of Rufus

Boskan - big mooseboy

Cassidy - stealthy tan-furred rabbit

Erlend - slightly wicked-looking actaeon buck, good leader and fighter

Hanaro = Cho-Lin samurai, mate of Rufus

Imogen - impossibly beautiful young unicorn filly, best friend of Wisselfleur

Jonna - huge black-furred she-minotaur paladin, painted in white runes

Kyte - green-scaled herm dragon

Landis - younger brother to Vin, fast-moving whitetail actaeon boy, better with bows

Lesage - shining young angel of knowledge

Maji - water elemental who regularly takes the shape of an orca made of water

One-eye - crafty gnoll warrior, more-or-less loyal to Urta and, through her, to Rufus

Padmini - powerful and shapely elephant kundalini and martial artist

Rael - gold-and-white-furred she-wolf teen, Rufus' daughter

Ryg - white-furred she-wolf shamaness

Shara - red foxtaur wizard, specializing in illusions

Urta - she-gnoll leader of most of our gnollish companions, past and present, Rufus' mate

Urtan - brother of Urta, not under her command, Rufus' mate

Vin - older brother of Landis, fast and agile whitetail actaeon, better with spears

Wicker - reindeer actaeon, slender and effeminate, Cassidy's apprentice, learning fast

Wisselfleur - appaloosa-furred and -feathered pegasus filly, best friend of Imogen

Which of these party members should travel with the main Valkyrie vanguard, if any? Any party members that go with the Valkyries will reach the Blue Feather alliance safely, and will not be included in the next set of adventures about to take place.

[Astute readers will notice that there is one party member missing from this lineup; this should be taken as a hint towards what those next adventures may be]