{"sf1_id":913110,"sf2_id":"AnKkjMan","title":"Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Ninty-second Entry","author":"Gideon Kalve Jarvis","words":3214,"posted_at":"2015-09-21T13:25:42.000Z","tags":["Adventure","Chipmunk","Choose Your Own Adventure","Dragon","Dragoness","Fantasy","Gnoll","Herm/m","Hermaphrodite","Human","Hyena","M/F","Magic","Oral","Sisters","Vaginal","Violence (Not In Yiff)","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/913110-pathfinding-an-adult-choose-your-own-adventure-ninty-second-entry","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKkjMan","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/61/92/6192a96d-406f-4749-88c2-494f78ae123a","description":"The penultimate entry, and the last one to deal with canonical plot. We sew up a few loose ends, answer a few questions, and engage in a final scene of sweaty sexings, this time with the addition of a new partner in pleasure: the former Warlord herself.  \n  \nShe's got a name now.","content":"Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure\n\nNinety-second Entry\n\nBy Gideon Kalve Jarvis\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**Vote Tallies**\n\nSpare the Warlord Y/N – 24/3\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Bad End” Y/N – 19/3\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**Author Notes**\n\nAnd so it comes to an end.\u0026nbsp; But not quite!\u0026nbsp; There is, as the votes have demanded, the matter of our “bad end” scenario.\u0026nbsp; I will write that scenario next week, and _that_, dear readers, will be the end of all.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAll?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo, not all.\u0026nbsp; I will be posting several possible story series ideas like the one that is now coming to a close, then I will allow you, the readers, to decide which one becomes my next weekly posting.\u0026nbsp; The ones that don’t get chosen will be retained as possible $5 per entry commissions, much like the “Morphtalk by the Blog Dog” series, for those that want to see them played out.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**Pathfinding Ninety-second Entry**\n\nIn all honesty, they should all have expected Praxis Venator to escape.\u0026nbsp; After the all-actaeon orgy, there was no possible way that some foolish youth wouldn’t have done something silly. \u0026nbsp;Actaeons were especially known for being foolish during sex, after all, and all it really took was someone wanting a handjob.\u0026nbsp; One free hand, some bloodshed and panic later, and off Praxis went into the night.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLuckily for the actaeon buck, Ryg was on hand to reattach the parts of him that had been nipped off.\u0026nbsp; In a world with less magic to it, the poor boy might have been an eunuch forever.\u0026nbsp; As for Praxis, well, she at least wouldn’t be getting into any trouble for a good while.\u0026nbsp; When last seen, she was so swollen with the multiple births necessitated by her magically-enhanced fertility, if she hadn’t been so supernaturally athletic, she couldn’t possibly have gone terribly far.\u0026nbsp; Actually watching her escape would even have been comical, if not for the panic of the moment.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAt the end of a campaign such as the one in which Rufus and the Warlord had engaged, there needed to be a time for healing.\u0026nbsp; Now was one of those times.\u0026nbsp; Many times before, Rufus had chosen to spare the lives of his enemies.\u0026nbsp; In all but one of those cases, he hadn’t regretted the decision.\u0026nbsp; Even with Skaeth, however, Rufus had found uses for the treacherous bull.\u0026nbsp; So it was with the Warlord.\u0026nbsp; But the first step in properly bringing her under his control was to understand her motives.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe powers of Darkness work in mysterious ways.\u0026nbsp; There isn’t a great deal that can be known about the forces that act on the mortal realm, and on its mortal inhabitants.\u0026nbsp; At least, not much that can be known without the very significant danger of losing oneself to the Darkness, or to madness, or to both.\u0026nbsp; Fortunately for Rufus, he had the succubus imp around to answer the questions the Warlord couldn’t, and he had Lesage around to make sure the succubus imp stopped before saying more than Rufus’ mortal mind could really handle.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPowers beyond the mortal realm – from Beyond, as it was often called – had their wars, their conflicts, and their machinations, jockeying for power on planes far removed from mortals.\u0026nbsp; All the same, power in those mortal realms, and over their inhabitants, meant power over other forces in the worlds Beyond.\u0026nbsp; A world like Therafim, filled with raw magical energy as it was, was a tempting prize for any of these Powers.\u0026nbsp; At the same time, however, direct action against a world on the mortal realm was difficult, and often impossible, because not only were other Powers likely to act directly against anyone bold and foolish enough to try such direct action, the realms themselves tended to have natural defenses against intrusion.\u0026nbsp; However powerful a Power might be, acting against such intrusions could be fatal, even to immortals.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThus came the Call.\u0026nbsp; Powers of good and of evil would regularly reach out to receptive hearts and minds on mortal worlds, and grant them power of their own, power that the Powers hoped would bring them access to the world in question.\u0026nbsp; Generally, the Powers of good kept their offerings of power less intrusive, in the form of paladins and healing clergy, and most of the time, evil did likewise.\u0026nbsp; Sometimes, however, especially ambitious entities would infuse a mortal pawn with greater potential with more power, and set that pawn onto the gameboard of the mortal realm to conquer or perish.\u0026nbsp; So it was with the Warlord.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nExcept, the Warlord hadn’t perished.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“I guess,” said the gold dragoness as she lay back on the soft cushions and furs of Rufus’ tent, her supple scales glinting in the soft light of the candles in the room, “calling me the Warlord wouldn’t be wise, would it?”\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Guess not,” Rufus agreed as he untied his loincloth, running his eyes admiringly over his prize.\u0026nbsp; “You got a real name?”\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Lotta,” the Warlord said softly, then winced as Kyte’s forked tongue flicked over one of her metallic nipples, followed by the dragon’s muzzle as it closed over the full breast.\u0026nbsp; “I used to be called Lotta.\u0026nbsp; I guess that’s my name now, too.”\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter the power that had infused the Warlord faded with her defeat and submission to Rufus, the creatures that had served her lost all their motivation.\u0026nbsp; They’d been called by the Warlord’s granted power, but the Warlord – Lotta, now – had voluntarily surrendered her position, too tired of war and conflict to have any further desire to fight on.\u0026nbsp; Certainly not enough to die for her cause.\u0026nbsp; Praxis, surely, was off to report the Warlord’s failure to the beings that granted the wicked panthercat her own powers, and it was likely that their fury at the fallen Warlord would cause them to overlook Praxis’ own failings.\u0026nbsp; Without a Warlord to guide them, while the armies had slain many of the fleeing forces of evil (and no creature that wasn’t evil in its heart had even heard the call to serve the Warlord – that was the nature of her power, after all), most of them had slipped into the surrounding wilderness and been lost, to serve as a threat and danger to the people of those lands for many years to come.\u0026nbsp; Adventurers would surely become much in need, and adventuring much in vogue.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhat of Lotta herself, however?\u0026nbsp; The answer to that question had troubled Rufus, as had the matter of dealing with her spawnling pet.\u0026nbsp; Eventually, however, he decided on the responsible route, as well as the one that seemed it would cause the least injury to the land and its people, and the most opportunity for healing for all: Rufus decided to leave.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn their weakened, post-war state, if Rufus had wanted, he could almost certainly have finished what the Warlord began.\u0026nbsp; Actually, the little imp on his shoulder had eagerly endorsed the idea, whispering all manner of wicked temptations into Rufus’ mind.\u0026nbsp; Fortunately for Rufus, he had Adel there, to pull him back from the brink, and Lesage to temper the magical temptations of the succubus imp with the light of clear thought.\u0026nbsp; So instead of pressing his advantage, Rufus had met with the people his forces had saved, and with each member of the Blue Feather Alliance, and formally given them all back their freedom.\u0026nbsp; Then, with pacts of friendship eternal (and being named an elf-friend by General Wintersteel, something that actually might last close to eternity, for Rufus as well as his descendants), renewals of the alliance that would last after all their armies had disbursed, and a formal acknowledgement of the beastfolk of the Far North as a people in their own right, deserving of fair treatment in all future considerations by the city folk of the southern lands, Rufus gathered all that was important to him, and began the long trek back into the Far North.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Naughty things,” Adel giggled as she watched Kyte and Lotta turning six-and-nine, their rigid members, green and gold, thrusting into each others’ long, slender draconic muzzles.\u0026nbsp; “Are all dragons like this?”\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Far as I know,” answered Rufus, reaching down to squeeze Adel’s perfect little bottom, making her whimper in eagerness.\u0026nbsp; His expression turned somber for a moment, however.\u0026nbsp; “I wish you could stay.”\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“So do I,” answered Adel, tilting her head up to kiss Rufus as he knelt, their hands caressing over each other’s naked forms.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRufus was now the Alpha of the Blue Feather Pack.\u0026nbsp; Adel, meanwhile, was still the exiled princess of a people subjugated to the evil serpentfolk of Hydra.\u0026nbsp; They both had their responsibilities, and both had people that needed them.\u0026nbsp; Their need for each other, weighed against such demands of duty and the prickings of their consciences, couldn’t stand up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDesperate with his need for her, Rufus snarled as he broke their kiss, his hands gripping her, easily turning her onto all-fours – he was, after all, _much_ larger than her, and a great deal stronger besides.\u0026nbsp; Adel wiggled her heart-shaped bottom back at Rufus eagerly, her shortened tail hiked high, her dewy lower lips slick and wet and dripping with need for him.\u0026nbsp; Rufus only thought about teasing Adel for a bare moment, as he seized her presented rump, rubbing the tip of his lupine erection up and down against her squishy cunny.\u0026nbsp; Then, deciding he couldn’t endure teasing himself, he plunged into her with a single, savage _thrust_.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs Rufus plundered little Adel’s smooth, tight slit with a will, his hips making her bottom bounce with each slap, not far away, Hanaro and her sister, Phan, similarly knelt on all-fours, faces flushed as they were mounted from behind by the gnoll siblings, Urtan and Urta.\u0026nbsp; Hanaro had asked Rufus if her younger sister could be allowed to join in their fun, and after Rufus had given his permission, Hanaro had extended the invitation to the petite, softly gold-skinned Cho-Lini girl.\u0026nbsp; The invitation had been eagerly accepted, and now, as the young teen was lined up alongside her sister, an immense brown-skinned gnollcock thrusting in and out of her smooth cunny, making her tightly-toned little buns bounce, she didn’t regret the decision for a moment.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPushing herself firmly back against Rufus’ hips, Adel moaned loudly, the sound warbling slightly with the pumping of Rufus’ cock inside her, churning her inner walls until she had to squeeze her eyes tightly shut.\u0026nbsp; There hadn’t been much need for foreplay, not as turned-on as Adel was right then.\u0026nbsp; She hadn’t wanted to wait, wanted Rufus _now_, and he’d been happy to oblige.\u0026nbsp; Sticky juices flowed down her inner thighs, wetting the floor of the tent, and she panted breathlessly as Rufus angled his thrusts _just so_, touching those parts inside her narrow sex that drove her wild.\u0026nbsp; The way her inner walls _clenched_ and rippled, there was no way for Rufus to last long, and, again, Adel didn’t want him to last; she wanted to feel him inside her for a long, long time after his climax.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNot long after, lying on her side, panting hard, face flushed, Adel watched with a satisfied smile as Rufus finally claimed what was now his: Lotta, the fallen Warlord.\u0026nbsp; With the troubles of the last several weeks, Lotta hadn’t had a chance to find any sexual relief.\u0026nbsp; Her spawnling (now released into a cavern complex not far from the Blue Feather tribal grounds, where she could visit it safely without it endangering others) had only quite recently regained the ability to mate, and she’d been unable to find the time needed to dally with her slaves (now freed, for the most part, though a surprising many of them wanted to follow the former Warlord into her service to Rufus) during the last days of the conflict.\u0026nbsp; As lusty as dragons were, naturally, Lotta was on the verge of desperation by the time Rufus dragged her into his tent.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOn her back, Lotta moaned loudly, her large talons covering Rufus’ as the muscular wolfen seized her large breasts, mauling them savagely beneath his powerful hands.\u0026nbsp; At the same time, Rufus pumped his hips with a will, plowing the mighty dragon’s pussy for all she was worth, showing the same skill for finding those extra-sensitive inner places on her unfamiliar sex that he’d demonstrated with Adel’s far more familiar quim.\u0026nbsp; Kyte, meanwhile, continued to make himself useful by suckling on Lotta’s raging erection, his agile forked tongue working around its circumference even as his lips tensed and milked the lower reaches, near Lotta’s full, gold-plated balls.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Love you,” growled Urtan softly as he settled next to Adel, as laconic as ever, even with the return of his voice.\u0026nbsp; His sister, naturally, was happily lying on her back, letting Phan ride her faux-cock while Hanaro bucked on her muzzle.\u0026nbsp; “We needed you to win,” he added, reaching over to caress the little chipmunk teen’s hip lovingly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“I love you all too, Urtan,” answered Adel, turning to kiss the broad-shouldered gnoll, first on his chin, and then on his lips.\u0026nbsp; She looked back as Rufus gave a short howl of ecstasy, holding himself buried deep inside Lotta for what would surely be the first of a great many orgasms.\u0026nbsp; “You know: if we hold onto that love, I think, in the end, everything will work out all right.”\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Yeah,” agreed Urtan, before his muzzle split into a grin.\u0026nbsp; “Wanna join them?” he added, motioning with his head toward the two dragons and the wolf.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“It would be such a waste if we didn’t,” Adel agreed with a giggle, taking Urtan’s proffered hand to let him help her up like a proper gentleyena.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Yeah,” laughed Urtan.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**Path Choices**\n\nAs we come to the end of all things, at least as far as this series is concerned (save one, but you already know about that), I will now list a few ideas for future series that I had knocking around in my head.\u0026nbsp; Some of them even made it a little hard for me to sleep, if you take my meaning.\u0026nbsp; I am totally fine with doing any of the following series (if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t list them as options), but in all honesty I can only spare time for one “freebie” series at a time, which necessitates the vote from you, the readers, to decide which I do next.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOur choices are as follows:\n\nPleasure Island – If we choose this new route, I intend for it to be a true “Choose Your Own Adventure,” in the style of the old books of that series, rather than a “Quest” or “Adventure” style of story like we have just completed.\u0026nbsp; I’ll put out a new entry or two every week, using SoFurry’s series format for their presentation.\u0026nbsp; The story itself will follow the adventures of a young person (not sure about gender – suggestions are very much desired), probably human, who comes upon a treasure map, and then must escape the pirates hunting for it, while avoiding the various perils of dinosaurs, cannibals, pirates, slavers, tentacle beasts, and more on the road to recovering that treasure.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe Gamorrean Adventure – Set in the Star Wars universe.\u0026nbsp; A male Force-sensitive Gamorrean mercenary with a dark past (to be revealed over the course of the adventure) is approached by a beautiful alien woman, the bodyguard for two human princesses on the run from the Empire.\u0026nbsp; We will choose the route the Gamorrean takes, whether he is a hero, a scoundrel, a villain, or something in between, and what his relationships might be with the various other characters.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMaster of Magic – Based on the setting for the old MicroProse game “Master of Magic” \u0026nbsp;– [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Master\\_of\\_Magic](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Master_of_Magic) \u0026nbsp;for more information – we follow the adventures of a draconian wizard as he seeks to search out the lost magic from the ancient Golden Age of Wizards, to restore the balance of the fractured and anarchic twin worlds of Arcanum and Myrror, and eventually to become the Master of Magic.\u0026nbsp; Along the way, of course, our draconic hero is going to end up enmeshed in a _lot_ of sex, though how and what sort will depend on our choices.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe Keep on the Borderlands – Based on the old Dungeons \u0026 Dragons adventure of the same name, we will select a part of low-level and very hopeful adventurers, and set forth to face the perils of the Caves of Chaos not far from the titular keep.\u0026nbsp; Being young and inexperienced, numerous failures by our protagonists are almost guaranteed, but since our adventurers are the comely sort, death upon defeat is highly unlikely: the wicked inhabitants of the Caves of Chaos will have a host of _other_ uses for our foolhardy heroes and heroines.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe Quest for Sky – Our protagonist wakes to darkness…and the darkness never ends in the world where s/he has been sent.\u0026nbsp; Stumbling across an evil conspiracy in a world much like our Earth, but with furries as well as humans, our protagonist was taken, experimented upon, then tossed into a portal to Hell.\u0026nbsp; At least, we’re pretty sure it’s Hell, or someplace really, really like it.\u0026nbsp; The inhabitants of this strange, totally subterranean world call it Diyu, and our protagonist’s survival will depend on diplomacy as well as combat, as the Earth-born and civilized protagonist must adapt to a more savage world, where life is cheap and freedom hard to hold.\u0026nbsp; And what about the legends of the World of Sky?\u0026nbsp; Could there be a surface to this place, the Great Underground?\u0026nbsp; If so, could there be a portal back to Earth there?\u0026nbsp; There’s only one way to find out…\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe Ultimate Furry Crossover – Just what it says on the tin.\u0026nbsp; Princesses Peach, Daisy, and Rosalina escape from the clutches of Bowser using a magic-powered spacecraft.\u0026nbsp; Bowser follows, and soon forges an alliance with Andross and General Scales of StarFox fame, before they eventually make peace with the Metroid series’ space pirates and COMPLEX of Bucky O’Hare’s series to create the most deadly galaxy-spanning force of conquerors and villains ever.\u0026nbsp; They are opposed only by a ragtag band of heroes we’ve all grown to know and love, ranging from Renamon to Krystal to Jenny to Samus Aran as heroines, or Fox McCloud, Bucky O’Hare, Sly Cooper, and Ratchet and Clank (from their eponymous series).\u0026nbsp; Villains may turn to heroism, of course, as Bowser has long been known to have numerous soft spots in his villainous armor, and the mercenary StarWolf team is out there, ready to sign on to whoever can make them a better offer.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWeaponLord – Drawing inspiration from the old Super Nintendo game – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weaponlord – we follow the adventures of a small band of heroes, led by a single main protagonist, as s/he seeks out a long-lost brother in a dark world fallen under the sway of a terrible demonic overlord.\u0026nbsp; On the way, they will end up having to face that wicked overlord, who seeks now for a chance to achieve the peace of death, which can only be obtained from the one, true, destined WeaponLord.","series":{"name":"Pathfinding-CYOA","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/910506-pathfinding-an-adult-choose-your-own-adventure-ninty-first-entry.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/915583-pathfinding-an-adult-choose-your-own-adventure-ninty-third-entry-the-final-entry.json"}}