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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Seventy-ninth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

1 - 8

2 - 3

3 - 12 - the warmlanders meet with the Blue Feather Alliance (70% chance of positive interaction)

4 - 5

5 - 16 - general orgy at the Blue Feather camp

6 - 6

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

This is it, the big one before the really big one.

Pathfinding Seventy-ninth Entry

"I think your son is sniffing after my daughter," said Rufus with a teasing smirk. Next to him, Erlend squirmed as the eyes of his own father, Wauken, and Rufus', Windtooth, bored into him with that interrogative power that only fathers have.

"I didn't _do_anything to her," the dark-eyed buck protested, his ears lowering, looking quite the pitiful sight...at least, until all three of the older males in the large tent chuckled. Rufus reached over and patted the buck's shoulder.

"It's all right, Erlend," he said, before reaching under the other male's loincloth, patting the metal chastity device still in place, then lifting the front flap to show it off to the patriarchs of the tribes of wolfen and actaeon. "He couldn't have done much to her anyway, not with this in place. But still, I was watching from a distance, and even with the other things a male can do to a female, even with his cock in a binder, Erlend was a perfect gentleman. Actually, he's been pretty good for a while now." He shrugged, smirking at the heavily-blushing younger male. "Looks like all that time spent around Adel might be rubbing off, and making him a better person. The gods know, it's not me that's being a good influence."

The other two males laughed.

*

"It's made especially for you," said Kaia, her hand resting on Hanaro's shoulder as her Cho-Lin friend simply stared, her hands over her mouth, in awe at the beautiful set of O-Yoroi armor resting on the armor rack at the far end of the room. "It was all thanks to Goro," she added, turning slightly to smile at the hefty pandamale, whose cheeks flushed at the attention.

"It was no trouble," the heft panda protested gently, not meeting the eyes of the five girls in the tent with him, most of them wearing nothing more than a loincloth (this being the common attire of most who lived in the Blue Feather camp), the most dressed among them being Hanaro herself, with her tight-fitting and very skimpy Valkyrie-made armor. "Most of the pieces were in the keeping of various people in the camp. It was simply a matter of putting those pieces together."

"And getting it to fit Hanaro just right," the glasses-wearing redhead added, not allowing Goro to so easily escape the magnitude of what he'd done, or the gratitude due him for his efforts. "Lucky for us, we still had one of your spare sets of armor, the hard leathers you wore when we needed to go quietly."

"It's beautiful," said Hanaro, turning to the bare-chested panda, and then breaking decorum by flinging her arms around his broad body. "Thank you, Goro. Thank you so very, very much."

Goro seemed about to protest the closeness of such a scantily-clad female, not wanting to seem like anything other than a gentleman. Even having worked for slavers in his last job, Goro was usually a very moral individual, and had deeply regretted signing a contract of service before knowing exactly what the caravan he was to guard would hold. But then Lysha (who'd rejoined her group of friends when the Valkyries had arrived) stepped in and wrapped her arms around Goro from the side, squeezing her own plump breasts, only barely covered by her own Valkyrie-made armor, against his arm. Kaia, the blue-haired elven paladin, Zane, and Phan, Hanaro's younger sister, joined the hug moments later. It was just lucky for Goro that he was so big, and had room on his body for them all.

"Really," Goro protested lightly, the white parts of his face now quite pink, "I assure you all, it was my pleasure."

"We're sure it was," answered little Phan with a cheeky smirk, before she reached in and stroked her delicate hand down the front of the big male's broad loincloth. "But we've learned something really important from our time among the wolves of the Blue Feather."

"We've learned," Kaia finished, leaning in to kiss Goro on the cheek, "to be properly grateful."

*

"You worthless curs!" snarled Urta as she glared around the campfire where all her packmates were gathered, not too far from the great central fire that had recently been lit in the middle of the Blue Feather camp. "I leave you for less than a month, and already you've decided you're nothing but wolves!"

Horse seemed to be the center of Urta's ire, as he sat quietly before the fire, his immense black erection standing at full mast, while little Dinah, the green-haired kittygirl, and Spark, the red-furred fox, ran their tongues up and down its length, each to either side of the plus-sized penis. As it was still fairly early in the evening, the pair were still wearing their clothes. Horse, naturally enough, was content to just let the pair do as they liked with him. Not far off, Greyfur, the older veteran gnoll, was looking quite abashed, while his own penis was attended by Rish and Rack, with the girls, blonde gunslinger Morgan, redheaded young mage Deriny, and brown-haired Leta the martial arts girl all kneeling nearby, watching the bared cocks of the two exposed gnolls with great interest. Kneeling not far away, not acting yet, but paying very close attention, was a younger male gnoll, one Urta didn't recognize, exactly, but who bore such a strong resemblance to her brother, it had to be the gnollchild Urtan had put into Regina, the dark-haired cleric girl, who sat next to her magically-matured son, her own eyes quite wide as well, her cheeks deeply flushed. From the way her son rested his hand firmly, possessively on his mother's neck, it was obvious who was truly in charge in their relationship.

All around the camp was a sense of expectancy. It had started shortly after Rufus and his party had returned to the camp, just a little before the sun started to set. Everyone there knew that they had been waiting on Rufus' return before they would stage their attack on the Warlord. Wolves, elves, actaeons, centaurs, Valkyries, all the great races of the Far North were gathered there, full of the tension that comes before the storm of battle. With the knowledge that death would soon come, also came the desire to balance the deeds of violence that would surely come. With thanatosis came libido. With death, came life.

Only minutes before Urta, her brother Urtan in tow, had come upon her placid, horny followers already getting started on the festivities brewing - typical gnolls with their unwillingness to wait when they could have what they wanted right then - the Valkyrie leader, Jutta, had pulled Belthin, the dark-haired seductress who'd once been the nemesis of the Valkyries before Rufus had taken her prisoner, out into the middle of all those staring eyes, as the many races gathered around. Jutta had loudly declared Belthin's crimes, her service to their hated enemy, and Jutta's own mercy in allowing the beautiful but wicked sorceress to live...then she had smoothly stripped Belthin's olive-skinned body bare, assisted by her own daughter, Kari, and several others of her people. Ignoring the gorgeous sorceress' pleas for mercy, Jutta had her followers bind Belthin to a tall pole near the central fire, then made a general call to strong, brave males who would be willing to properly punish the wicked sorceress...by ensuring she had many strong, healthy children to replace those that her actions had caused to be slain.

The general assembly was still digesting this invitation, which seemed to be on the verge of being accepted thanks in no small part to Belthin's own unwittingly erotic writhing as the Valkyries ran their hands over her perfectly smooth body, oiling her skin up until it glistened, her full and bounteous breasts heaving.

"True gnolls don't just passively accept pleasure," Urta growled at the gnolls, Urtan and One-eye at either of her shoulders. "We _take_what we want, and we seize it with force and power!"

Turning slightly, Urta's black-furred paw seized on her brother's shoulder, and she shoved him forward, the broad-shouldered gnoll's face registering his surprise at this sudden action.

"I think you've forgotten who's really in charge around here," Urta snarled, her expression daring anyone there to mention how Rufus had dominated her so many times in the past. "Let me give you a demonstration of how a true gnoll shows her power!"

Still surprised, uncertain of what to expect, Urtan didn't resist as Urta grabbed both his shoulders, then shoved down hard, pushing him to his knees. He glanced around for a moment, his eyes questioning as Urta circled him, before his eyes widened with understanding, and quite a bit more at what he saw: Urta's proud pink phallus, standing firm and erect only fingerspans from his muzzle.

"Never forget who's your leader," Urta growled again, this time more softly, almost seductively, as one hand stroked the underside of her brother's muzzle, while the other gripped the base of her faux-penis, guiding it to his lips. "Besides: it's not such a bad thing to serve."

Frankly, Urtan seemed to agree. Without needing more prompting from his sister, his lips parted, and he began to take her length into his mouth, forming a tight seal as he hollowed out his cheeks. Rufus, after all, had taught him very well.

*

As night fell, and the first sounds of night's passions began to rise, Captain Wintersteel stood by the edge of the camp, his keen elven eyes scanning the darkness beyond, as though searching for some divination about the enemy they would soon face. By his side was Skysong, her soft grey fur rustling in the slight breeze. Jael wasn't far off, the gold-furred she-wolfen having grown rather attached to the serious and reserved elven war leader. While Skysong matched Wintersteel in intellect and strategic knowledge, Jael was a match for him in organizational skills, and the three had been very thorough in their arrangement of the camp, as well as its defenses. Such arrangements were difficult on a night like this, where most of the camp was aching for an opportunity to take part in the grand festivities, and it seemed wrong to deny even the miscreants among the joined armies the chance to have their fun before what was likely to be the final battle in the ongoing war. Still, they'd managed, mostly by having those who were part of celibate orders, or in established and inviolate relationships, rest up for several nights before, so that they could take this role as guards, where they would be well away from the night's activities.

"There's someone coming," said Wintersteel, picking up a silent signal from one of his hidden sentries, formerly one of the Elfqueen's personal guard before his present assignment to Wintersteel's command - a sign of the Elfqueen's esteem not only to her Captain, but to the alliance.

Skysong nodded, having known of the unseen approach thanks to a soft whistle from one of Jael's handpicked watchers, a male wolf who was absolutely faithful to his mate. Said mate, incidentally, was most certainly taking part in the night's festivities - he was actually known as something of a slut among the Blue Feather Pack - but that only seemed to heighten his steadfast mate's devotion. It was a strange relationship, but neither Jael nor Skysong felt any need to question it. Not so long as both wolfen were happy.

Out of the night, the glow of the great campfires shining on their upraised lances and armor, came a band of human knights. They looked a little ragged, as a unit might when it's seen the rougher end of a conflict, but were riding with all the dignity and precision expected from any parade-trained unit. At least they had some discipline, Wintersteel thought to himself, as the knights, their humanity as well as their youth rather obvious as they drew still closer. Not completely callow...perhaps they might even be of some use to us.

"Is this the camp of the Blue Feather Pack?" asked one, a dark-skinned girl who was riding in front. "My older sister, before she fell to the Warlord, told me that we should go to the Blue Feather Pack, and offer them an alliance, if ever we found we weren't able to defeat the Warlord on our own." Her face was grim as she lowered her gaze, her expression one of shame. "We can't do it alone - my sister's fate is proof of that. We've come to beg for your aid."

Path Choices

None this time around, though please feel free to mention scenes you'd like to see take place. Right now, this is going to be a big long multiparter, and until it's done, voting will be disabled. Suggestions from all readers, however, is most definitely encouraged, and I intend to take all suggestions as seriously as possible, and will even try to make as many as I can come into reality.

You'll notice that several "Vote Options in Progress" have been deleted. They are now really in progress, hence their removal. Also planned: Rufus meeting his children left at the Blue Feather camp; the Steampunk Trio getting their cherries popped by Rufus (with the possible assistance of Windtooth and Wauken); and Kabula getting her daughter, Loshada, into a major gangbang with the actaeon boys we sent back to the Blue Feather camp.

If you've already mentioned a scene or pairing you'd like to see in a prior post, please repost it below, so that it stays fresh in my memory as I write the next part.