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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Eightieth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

More dedicated to suggestions than to vote tallies at present. Also a listing of scenes in progress.

* Goro and the girls

* Urtan/Urta incest scene

* Rufus' meeting with his magically-aged children - and their mothers

* Deflowering the Steampunk Trio

* Kabula and Loshada gangbanged by deer

* Regina and son

Additional Votes

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

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

* Return of the succubus imp as an active character - 2

Vote Options in Progress

* More Hanaro sex scenes (Rufus and Urtan primarily)

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

* Rael/Erlend romance, Erlend character development

Author Notes

Continuing the events in the Blue Feather camp, this time focusing on Rufus' scene with the chiefs of two clans, one of them his father.

Pathfinding Eightieth Entry

Taking a long draw, Rufus held the smoke in his lungs for a long while, then let it slowly out. It was a peace pipe, brought out only for very special occasions. Thus far, no formal declaration of an end to hostilities had actually been made between wolfen and actaeon, and now seemed like the best possible time for such a momentous event, on the very eve of war.

Passing the pipe to Erlend, Rufus smiled at Adel, lurking quietly off in the shadows of the massive tent, spending most of her time behind one of the many flaps that divided the large hide structure into rooms, of a sort. It had been Adel who'd brought up the idea of the peace pipe, of course, natural and talented young diplomat that she was, and so Windtooth had been more than happy to point out where she could find it, before he'd shown her how to fill it, the big Alpha setting leathers-clad Adel quite firmly in the middle of his lap during this process.

Of course, Adel had managed to wriggle away after a while, but Rufus knew from the flush in Adel's cheeks, and the slight wobble to her walk that his father had been doing quite a bit more to her than just showing her how to fill and light a peace pipe, though he'd missed most of the fun thanks to the fire in the middle of the room blocking his view. If she hadn't had something she was planning on the side, something she'd kept secret so far, she would almost certainly have hung around, and Rufus would have gotten to watch his little groundling mate get properly and quite willingly ravished by his father. No, Rufus decided, he wouldn't have minded watching Adel being molested, and perhaps more, by his father one bit - the powerful, heavily-scarred male was quite a sight to behold. Just looking at him, a light haze of the peace pipe's potent fumes coursing through his veins, made Rufus' heart rush with excitement. Mmm, and Wauken, the actaeon stag, was certainly at least as good looking, though obviously in a very different way. Actually, he wouldn't mind being molested himself, not by either of these magnificent males.

"The peace pipe is certainly pleasant, Great Prince," Windtooth opined, a slight smirk on his serious face as he addressed his antlered opposite number, "but somehow, I don't think it quite fulfills the needs of our present situation."

"Perhaps you are right, High Alpha," Wauken answered with an air of deliberation, but Rufus noticed the surreptitious glances both powerful, dominant males cast in the direction of their respective sons. "But what sort of additional bond do you suggest?"

"A sharing of trust," Windtooth ventured, reaching over to Rufus. Rufus didn't resist as his own father guided him to sit in the muscular male's lap, something he hadn't done since Rufus was quite small, a casual hand caressing the somewhat younger male's sheath, frowning slightly as he felt the difference in the contents of that sheath from before. "My son, to demonstrate his willingness to help the cause of our alliance, offers himself to you. In turn, your son offers himself to me."

"That seems fair at the outset," Wauken admitted, guiding Erlend into his own lap much as Windtooth now had Rufus. "But surely you would be getting a better deal. After all, my son," and as he spoke, he tilted the young buck forward, one strong hand gripping and then tightly squeezing Erlend's bottom, "is exceptionally tight."

"I've only been had once on my journeys, sir," Rufus declared with a smirk of his own. "Erlend's got a fine rump - there's little as fine and tight as an actaeon's bottom, and every wolfen knows it, and lusts after your people - but he's been plowed out several times." So speaking, Rufus reached forward, slipping the tiny key for Erlend's chastity guard into its lock, then letting the restraining metal device drop to the tent floor, freeing the boy's goodies. "I think that should make us about even."

"A fair trade, then," Wauken agreed, giving his son's bottom a pat.

A little reluctantly, his dark eyes fixed on the High Alpha's rapidly-growing erection, Erlend took his father's cue, and went to his knees before the large, powerful wolf. At the same time, Rufus knelt before Wauken with a great deal more enthusiasm than Erlend, already licking his chops in eagerness at the prospect of tasting hot, throbbing deer dick. After his time traveling with the bachelor bucks, Rufus had developed something of a taste for actaeon cum, and swiftly went to work licking and then suckling on Wauken's full, goose egg-sized balls, clearly framed through the soft white fur of his sheath.

Already erect, Windtooth watched for a short while, giving Erlend his chance to act without compulsion. Hearing the soft grunt of pleasure from Wauken, and seeing his own son's enthusiasm for his job, Windtooth obviously expected similar service from Wauken's son. Erlend, for his part, started licking his way up and down the heavily-muscled male's erection, tasting warm wolfflesh. While he was certainly thorough, and seemed to be putting some real effort into it, however, Windtooth decided it just wasn't enough. Oh no, especially not when the buck had those handy handlebars.

Erlend gave a short cry, which was promptly muffled, as, just as he's reached the very tip of Windtooth's thick, wolflike cock, the High Alpha seized his antlers, and then forced the boy's head down, shoving his meaty length into Erlend's muzzle, stuffing it right up to the brim. Wauken glanced up from watching Rufus wriggle his tongue into the tight ring of his well-stretched sheath, coaxing the last little bit of his erection out, then smirked as he saw the reason for all the commotion: there was his boy, his hands pressed tight into the thick fur of Windtooth's thighs, his tight little buns clenched even tighter, his eyes cast upwards as he tried to beg Windtooth to be gentle with him, as much with his eyes as his heavily-muffled voice. Ignoring the boy's attempted entreaties, Windtooth was panting happily as he gripped Erlend's antlers tightly, close to the young buck's head, using them to easily hump the younger male's face.

Yes, Wauken knew quite well just how useful antlers could be as handles. He'd been on his knees many times after his failed attempts to take the position of Great Prince, the one he'd attempted to usurp making quite thorough use of his mouth, much as Windtooth was using Erlend's. He'd also many times had other males on their knees after their own failed attempts at his position; it was usually the younger, more foolish and hot-headed bucks that made such attempts, the older and more experienced ones generally finding it much easier to just establish their own little herds, swearing allegiance to the Great Prince instead. Naturally, this meant that, if Great Prince Wauken had made a notch in his belt for every tight-bottomed buck he'd utterly and thoroughly deflowered, both fore and aft, then he'd have to start using rope instead of leather to hold his loincloth up.

Mmm, but this wolf could suck cock! The tongues of his own kind were slightly rough, and not really that large or terribly agile. Now, however, Wauken was enjoying the magnificent sensation of Rufus' long, thick, and achingly smooth tongue, so agile and skilled through training as well as natural talent, that he was able to wrap it all the way around Wauken's stuff penis even while Rufus had it buried to the hilt in his long muzzle. Wauken had only a few times enjoyed the exquisite sensation of ravishing a wolfen prisoner, but they'd never been nearly as willing and eager to please as Windtooth's savagely handsome son.

Windtooth, meanwhile, was getting driven perilously close to the edge just by looking into Erlend's wide, moist eyes as the buck looked up at him pleadingly, all the while continuing to work his muzzle. Erlend wasn't the best little cocksucker Windtooth had ever enjoyed, but he was certainly determined enough, and the big Alpha had to admit that he greatly enjoyed watching how the boy's lips were obviously stretched almost to capacity just to take the wolf's thickness. Glancing toward his son, he saw how the younger wolfen's tail was hiked, his pink tailhole on display, obviously where he expected to be taken next, and in the very near future, nestled snugly in the soft fur of his inner buttocks. Mmm, yes, Wauken was a very lucky male indeed, to get the opportunity to claim a masculine bottom as firm and well-formed as Rufus'. Still, there was definitely something to be said about the more effeminate tuckus of a squirming young buck. During the time of border clashes, Windtooth had personally taken a score or more of young bucks like Erlend prisoner, and had made it a point to personally ravish every one of them. Naturally, this was in addition to the females taken prisoner on both sides, which had led to many cross-breed pregnancies, so that it wasn't uncommon to find an antlered wolfen, or an actaeon with a wolf's tail or ears. As far as Windtooth knew, he'd made a good accounting for himself in producing several such hybrids, and expected Wauken had certainly done much the same, as strong and virile a warrior as he was. Yes, a male to be respected, that was certain. He was glad that Wauken seemed willing to let such old, bad business go, and accept peace and mutual friendship. There would certainly be other hybrids born in the future, but now, it would be because of consensual mating, rather than the ravishment of spoils of battle.

Hmm, except for the young males of both tribes, Windtooth decided silently, making a note to arrange the matter with Wauken later. Having them hunt each other in the wilderness, during their times of proving their worth as adults, would make a fine way to keep both peoples' skills sharp. He doubted Wauken would mind too much, since the prize for a successful hunt of one's opposite number would earn you the right to ravish your prizes, ensuring the contests remained largely nonlethal.

"Turn around, boy," ordered Windtooth, releasing Erlend's antlers, then giving his mostly brown-furred, shapely bottom a smack right in the middle of the white patch at its center - quite a bit less white fur, he noted, than most actaeons of his breed. "I want to mount you side-by-side with your father."

Giving another deep-throated grunt, Wauken took this as a cue, and pulled his hips back, using his hand to grip Rufus between the ears like an overenthusiastic dog, holding him still so that the stag could pop his penis free of the eager male's muzzle. This action made his shaft bob, smacking him in the stomach, then bobbing down to tap Rufus on the tip of his black nose. Rising to his feet, Wauken moved behind Rufus even as Rufus went to all-fours, pressing his hip against the younger Erlend, both males' tails raised high, Rufus' longer tail arched over his back.

"A fine sight, eh, Wauken?" Windtooth chuckled, reaching over to grip the toned buns of the tall, handsome stag, making it obvious that he had interest in making as good use of them as he did Wauken's son.

"One of the finest, Windtooth," Wauken agreed, reaching over in turn to seize a firm hold on the Alpha's bottom, making it quite clear that everything he might get, he intended to return with equal measure. "Though it seems almost a shame to only enjoy one willing male's rump when there are two so readily available."

"I don't mind sloppy seconds," laughed Windtooth, smacking Rufus' toned buns with one large hand. "We'll trade off after we've popped out first loads."

Erlend looked to Rufus with a shocked expression at this exchange. They were to be taken by both their fathers?! He whimpered softly, but Rufus just returned the look with an eager grin.

"Hard not to lust after males like yours and my dad," he chuckled, reaching under Erlend to stroke the buck's long, slender, and delightfully smooth shaft. "Just try to relax: Dad's pretty big."

Wauken was no slouch either, when it came to size, and Rufus suddenly found he had to take his own advice as, after Windtooth slathered a liberal dose of soothing, slick oil onto each boy's bottom, the dominant stag grabbed Rufus' presented rump, one hand wrapping around the base of his tail - the handle on a wolf! - and started to fit himself into place, nice and slow, just savoring each sensation. Rufus was able to grit his teeth and bite back the whimper as Wauken squeezed inside, the pointed tip of his smooth red shaft well-suited to parting a tailhole, but Erlend squealed loudly as Windtooth worked himself into the squirming deer boy.

"Your son's tight," Windtooth growled, giving his hips an extra shove, enough to make his balls slap against the back of Erlend's, his lips curled back to bare his sharp teeth.

"So is yours," Wauken said, tension obvious in his voice as Rufus deliberately clenched down on the big stag, much like Erlend was doing involuntarily around Windtooth.

The entire room of the tent then filled with the sounds of gasps, grunts, and sighs, and especially with the meaty slaps of fur-on-fur, as the two older males claimed each others' sons. Erlend was especially vocal, his fingers digging into the tent floor, his cock throbbing at full mast, dripping copious precum. Rufus took his medicine with all the eagerness of a seasoned warrior enjoying a vigorous massage, or as though he were the one on top, rather than the one being mounted. For Rufus, it was a matter of "flavors" of pleasure, and he liked each flavor about the same as the others he knew he enjoyed, feeling they were too different for him to compare. All he knew was that if it felt good, he'd do it. And having Wauken's cock rubbing against his prostate with each firm, dominant stroke felt good.

Erlend, of course, was the first to pop. It wasn't entirely his fault, though - Rufus sped him on his way, reaching under the boy again and giving his prick a good, rapid pumping until the buck cried out, his head lifting as his back arched, his rump clenching down tight on Windtooth's invading shaft. Despite this sudden increase in pressure, Windtooth was very experienced in such matters, and had his pride to think of as well - it wouldn't do to blow his load before Wauken, after all. Rufus, ever helpful, sensed his father's dilemma, and answered it by starting to eagerly thrust back into each of Wauken's, matching the Great Prince with two for every one of the stag's. Wauken gave a loud gasp at this sudden increase in pleasure, his fingers sinking into Rufus' firm rumpflesh, and he shuddered all over at the rush of pleasure washing over him.

Sensing the end coming nigh, Windtooth reached over, resting on hand on the Great Prince's shoulder, signaling his own close-cumming peak. With that contact, Wauken knew he didn't have to hold back, and both males started to thrust their hips in almost perfect time. Faster they went, and harder, building up speed and force until their thrusting cocks were a blur of motion, the slapping of flesh-on-flesh louder, filling the room completely, mingling with their wild, deep-throated cries of masculine pleasure...until they both came together!

Rufus was panting hard, his face flushed, as he felt his bottom filling up with the copious cum of the Great Prince. Next to him, Erlend squealed again, sounding so much like a little girl when he did that, Windtooth squeezing a second orgasm out of the vigorous youth. Erlend couldn't take any more, however, and soon after, he just collapsed onto the ground, making Windtooth's cock pop suddenly free, his cum-drenched bottom thrust into the air, his cheek squeezed against the tent floor, tongue lolling out, obviously completely spent.

As his tremors of orgasm slowly subsided, Windtooth came to a halt, panting hard, and glanced down at his still-stiff cock, and the utterly used-up buck before him.

"Good thing I didn't knot the poor kid," he chuckled, giving Erlend's upturned buns a gentle pat right on the white patch beneath his tail. "Huh," he glanced over at Rufus as Wauken pulled free, his own erect cock leaking heavily from his recent orgasm, "and now it looks like you'll have to learn that trick as well, Rufus."

Wincing as he felt his father's hand gripping the clearly visible knot at the base of his cock, Rufus gave the older wolf a sheepish grin.

"It kinda showed up after I had sex in a Valkyrie temple," he explained. "Um, after I got it back in the first place, that is."

"Where in the world did your willy go?!" demanded Windtooth incredulously as Rufus rolled onto his back to better rest up. Wauken similarly looked most incredulous.

"Rael got it, actually," Rufus admitted. "Kind of a long story, but we were knocking paws, when we suddenly discovered that Valkyries put all sorts of weird magic in their temples. Fortunately," he grinned down at his new erection, "it didn't last forever. We, uh, kinda had to help it come back, if you get my meaning, but nothing too tough, really."

"I'm glad we are now friends with the Valkyries," Wauken commented dryly, glancing down at his own penis, obviously quite glad that it was in its proper place.

"Hey," Rufus growled with an eager grin. "Get around here, and let me clean that off for you."

Lying back and spreading his legs wide, Rufus licked his lips as he eyed Wauken's deercock.

"Boy's got a taste for venison," joked Windtooth with a laugh, before slipping his hands under Rufus' thighs, lifting them up even as Rufus spread them wider. "You ready for this, son?"

"Mmm-hmm," Rufus replied, already licking Wauken's smooth pink shaft, not yet popping it into his muzzle yet, though, since it was fairly apparent that he wanted to watch his father's cock go into him - Wauken, thankfully, noticed this as well, and didn't force his way into Rufus' muzzle.

"Good," growled Windtooth eagerly, before giving his hips a long, slow, powerful thrust, sinking his way into Rufus' tailhole right up to the hilt. "'cause, boy, I'm gonna knot with you. And you're gonna squirt all over yourself this time."

"Mmm!" replied Rufus, Wauken's quite thick organ stuffed to the hilt in his mouth.

Meeting each others' eyes, the two powerful leaders of their separate peoples started to thrust in time. It felt to Rufus as though they were meeting right in the middle.

Path Choices

Rufus' fun will be continued! But the next episode will continue Goro's fun with Hanaro (who still has his child developing in her womb) and the other former followers of Kaia, the blue-haired elven paladin.

Do keep the suggestions coming, or at least tell me what you've like so far, so I know to do more of in the future. Otherwise, I'll proceed with the scenes written above.