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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Ninety-third and Last Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

Pleasure Island – 3

The Gamorrean Adventure – 4

Master of Magic – 14

The Keep on the Borderlands – 8

The Quest for Sky – 4

The Ultimate Furry Crossover – 17

WeaponLord – 2

It was a close vote, but the tally is in, and it looks as though I'll be writing the Ultimate Furry Crossover next. Before beginning, understand that all characters will be as I interpret them to be…with a sexual twist, of course. Your own interpretations of the characters may vary, and so I ask for your patience and understanding. All the same, I hope that our differences of opinion don't hinder all your reading enjoyment…especially of the naughty parts. Which will almost certainly be frequent.

Pathfinding Ninety-third Entry – the Bad End

Leaning back on her throne of flesh, the Warlord smiled dreamily. Mmm, oh yes, that wolf had a very nice mouth on him!

Kneeling before her, Rufus looked up at the happy face of the gold-scaled dragoness, his expression slightly sullen. Of course he was naked. Arms bound behind his back. Cursed with a perpetual hard-on. Tasting the sweetly salty tang of dragoncum on his tongue. Thus was the fate of all who defied the Warlord…and almost won.

Not very long ago, Rufus had been forced to watch as, one by one, the Valkyries had been prodded to the edge of the spawnling's pit. And not just the Valkyries – the females of the elves, the wolfen, the actaeons, and even the halflings and humans, all those who had any chance of starting any sort of resistance to the Warlord, were bound and dragged to the pit to await their doom. After its injuries from before, the Warlord had taken pains to heal the massive tentacle creature to be even better than before – larger, stronger, even more potent, and a lot more tentacles.

Jutta, chief of the Valkyries, had been the first to be shoved over the edge. To her credit, the mighty warrior woman hadn't screamed, not even when she'd been almost immediately snagged by two tentacles to each of her muscular limbs. Instead, her cries had been those of a warrior wading into battle, and they only grew louder when the first tentacle had invaded her tight snatch, then her anus, and finally became muffled when her mouth was violated as well.

Not all the women and girls were nearly as brave as Jutta, of course. Kaia, the blue-haired elven paladin, put on a brave face at first, but as she was suspended upright, tentacles wrapped around her wrists, her thighs parted by still more, while an especially large, dripping phallus hovered scant fingerspans from her bald cunny like a cobra ready to strike, her resolve cracked, and she started to beg for mercy. The spawnling, surprisingly, paused at these pleas, and seemed to incline many of its appendages toward the Warlord, who was watching the whole scene, Rufus in bonds by her side, forced to watch as well. The Warlord, in response to the unvocalized query, thrust out her hand, and extended her thumb, before thrusting it violently upward. Sensing the motion, the spawnling's tentacle acted accordingly, and Kaia's scream of violation soon joined the cries of almost a dozen other women and girls (including all her former party members, including Rufus' mate, Hanaro), all similarly writhing and squirming in the unbreakable grip of the spawnling as it bred them, one by one, taking its time to savor each individual act of utter and complete ravishment.

Ultimately, it had been a mistake to free the little succubus imp. Rufus should have known the red-skinned little demonette would have had ulterior motives, serving powers beyond the mortal realm. Powers from Beyond. The same Powers that had empowered the Warlord. The same Powers that were even then being allowed to inhabit select bodies birthed from the spawnling. Already Rufus had seen creatures like wolves, and deer, and goats, and bulls, and vultures, and worse squeezed from the bellies of the spawnling's victims - if not for the spawnling's abilities to enhance the breeding abilities of those poor females, they would surely have died from the unnatural birthing of these creatures. Creatures that reached maturity at a rate not even the spawnling's enhanced maturation abilities could have allowed, before they promptly joined in the massive, army-wide orgy that was even then taking place all around the clear circle where the Warlord's throne had been set.

Casting his eyes around, Rufus could see the dear friends, Wisselfleur the hippogryph, and Imogen the unicorn, on all-fours, with a mighty dog-headed humanoid of immense size kneeling behind them, using his upper set of pincerlike arms to pin them in place, while he worked his grotesque double cocks into their trembling quims from the rear, forcing them to add their squeals to the cacophony already filling the air. Jonna was being pounded, fore and aft and from beneath as well, by gangly goatlike humanoids, who bleated in literally fiendish pleasure as they squeezed their rigid, snakelike male organs forward and back, stretching all the dark-furred she-minotaur's holes at once. Maji, an elemental being herself, was being slowly corrupted by a score or more red-skinned male imps violating her porous body from all sides and all angles, every drop of their seed entering her causing her to become that much weaker, that much more corrupt. Eventually she would be filled with more demonic essence than the essence of water, and would become one of the demons herself. Kabula and her daughter, Loshada, and most of the other centaurs, were being claimed by creatures with the heads of horses and bulls, no mercy shown as their entire herd was ravished in a body. Cassidy and Shara, along with the slender reindeer boy Wicker, were lined up by more demon foxes, their bottoms soon plundered with impunity, as was the foxtaur vixen's cunny. The steampunk trio, poor little things, were forced to service the wicked panthercat, Praxis, who lounged on the edge of the carnal milieu, observing with sharp-toothed satisfaction as Flit the fox, Deo the rabbit, and Midge the gnome put their mouths to work on her dark-skinned, glistening female parts. Not even Rufus' daughter was spared the general violation, as Skaeth squatted not far from where Rufus himself was kneeling, and in full view of the alpha wolf, lowered the squirming, squealing little wolfling down onto his rampant shaft.

Only a few figures were notably absent from the victory rapine. Urta and her gnolls were among this select group. This was because, as a pure pragmatist, upon seeing that the battle was lost, Urta had told Rufus that she was leaving, and then done just that. She and her little tribe were going back into the Far North to seek a new and better fortune. The Warlord would take a long time to turn her sights in that direction, after all, and with most of the great powers of the Far North having come to do battle down south, there was ample opportunity for someone as skilled and ambitious as Urta. Rufus gave her his blessing before she left; he knew better than to force anyone to go with him into a hopeless situation.

Also absent from the general ravishment were Adel and Urtan, but for a somewhat different, if related, reason. Rufus himself had told Adel to leave, and ordered Urtan to go with her. Of everyone he knew, he knew that Adel had the most chance to seize victory from the jaws of defeat. With her keen tactical mind, even as demonic forces gained their first major foothold on Therafim for the first time in thousands of years, Rufus believed that Adel might still manage to draw help from other continents, and maybe even other planes, to save this one before all was lost. Rufus had dispatched the angelgirl Lesage back to her home plane to drum up whatever help she might for the very purpose of assisting Adel in future battles. Of course, Urtan was there to ensure that Adel survived long enough to save them all.

Gripping the back of the grey-furred fallen alpha's head, the Warlord started actively thrusting her hips, baring her needle-sharp dragonteeth as she hissed in immense pleasure.

“Lovely," she complimented the wolf's oral form, before turning her eyes up, casting them around at the general rape going on all around her throne of living flesh. “Glorious, isn't it?" she asked nobody in particular. “All my dreams have finally been realized. And now…now I can watch the world get the fate it deserves."

Author Notes

As a reminder, the above is not canonically what actually happened. It is what could have happened, if we hadn't won the final battle.

Just to let folks know, I plan on allowing folks to donate to my Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/gideonkalvejarvis) or Paypal (gidkath [at] gmail [dot] com) so as to get me to post entries in any of the other listed adventures, with an entry for every total $5 that I receive. The money might come from one person, or from several – I don't care, as long as it's all intended to go toward a single purpose. If you do decide to donate, let me know through some manner of messaging what series you intended to support.

On that same subject, I plan on throwing up first entries for the Master of Magic and The Keep on the Borderlands scenarios for free, since they were the closest runners-up, to pique the interest of possible investors in their completion. If I get more than three requests for any other scenario, sent to my message box either here or on FurAffinity, I'll put first posts for them up for free as well.

It's been a wild and wooly ride. We've had ups, we've had downs, but overall I like to think we've had fun. The next series will start on the week of Halloween (the United States holiday is October 31st, for those of you who aren't Ugly Sinning Americans, which just happens to be a Saturday – perfect timing for a new beginning), to give me a little recharge time, and also to work on finishing up some commissions that are pending.

All the best, to all of you. Thank you so much for making this series possible, for without your support and encouragement and active involvement, this project would never have been finished.