Path to Battles 1 (Commission, Worm, Futas) (Patreon)

AN: This commission is the result of the Battle Path CYOA, and features a harem with girls, futas, and the MC as the one male. Sex between the harem members will be in any and all combinations of the members, this particular chapter ends with a 69 between Male/Futa.

The street and adjacent buildings were on fire, and I had nothing to do with it. Seriously, I was just minding my own damn business, when this really tall guy with a metal dragon mask and a bunch of guys in christmas colors started shooting at me. Not just with guns, but bursts of fire, too! I was trying to stay out of sight, but every time I poked my head out of the alley, there they were, walking down the street and shooting up everything.

That was when things got really trippy. Because from behind them, a crap ton of dogs, cats, rats, and other stray city animals burst up out of nowhere and started attacking the trigger happy wackos. At the same time, a brown haired girl jumped down from the rooftops between me and the metal masked fire chucker. If I had a bottle in hand, I’d be staring at it, because she jumped from what had to be four stories and landed with scarcely a hair out of place.

I had no idea how she did that. It was like watching the main character from a superhero flick. Her hair was dark, and her skin was light, and she moved like a dancer, a deadly dancer, as she took on the guy in the dragon mask and his crew of colorfully dressed henchmen. It was only after the fifth or sixth dodge that she made that I started noticing something. The fire that Dragon Mask was throwing, the animals attacking, the girl as she moved, I could feel...something, within them, surrounding them, coming from them. It was as if something clicked in my mind, and I realized I had that same energy, Ki, running throughout my body. I...I knew how to use it, I knew...

It was a lot like breathing, honestly. In and out, in and out. As she was moving, I saw it, and it was like watching the waves of an ocean, the rise and fall. With my breathing, I could see it, the flow, the rhythm. It was simple, yet beautiful. She was good, better than the masked fire guy, but she wasn't going to win. Not unless someone helped her.

I stepped out of the alleyway, and felt my breathing slow down. Narrowing my eyes, I let out a breath, and charged. My Ki shaped as I ran, and I split around her, one body moving to her left, my Ki-created duplicate to her right. I was still several feet away from the fight when I felt her eyes turn to me, and for a moment, I hesitated. Then Dragon Mask made his move, and I didn't have time to hesitate anymore.

With a quick burst of speed, he sent the girl flying. I could feel it, he was going to throw another blast after her, and finish her off. The Ki was building inside him, and he was preparing to throw it. Without thinking, I pushed my legs forward, and rushed towards him, screaming at the top of my lungs. My two bodies formed a wall between his fire blast and her, the flame causing our shirts to melt to our skin and our hair to wither and burn away. The pain was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and I screamed until my throat felt raw, but I didn't stop. I couldn't.

Because despite the pain, I could tell that it should have been worse. I could feel my skin adapting, growing back even as it was being burned away. It wasn't even remotely close to comic book speed, but it was there. It hurt like hell, but it didn't kill me.

My scream had drawn the attention of the henchmen, and the dogs were busy chewing on their ankles. I was running low on time, so I didn't have time to waste. With a snarl, I pushed myself, and felt the energy building within me, and then let go. My body, both of them, launched forward like we were shot out of the barrel of a gun, and tackled him.

Then we were punching him. Both of us, over and over again. The girl was on her feet, and I could hear the henchmen scream, and the sound of bullets, but I ignored it. All I could see was the man underneath me, the one who tried to kill this girl, and he was bleeding, and he was broken, and I just kept hitting him. I couldn't stop, not until I was sure that he was dead.

That was when a wave of fire threw me off him, my duplicate disappearing with a 'pop' as the damage became too much for it. I skidded across the concrete, and rolled a few feet before landing against a wall. Groaning, I looked up, and saw the man rising, the metal of his mask broken, and his face bloody. I could tell that his nose was broken, and a few teeth had been knocked loose. There was a cut above his left eye, and his lip was split. Despite all that, he was laughing, a horrible sound that sent chills down my spine. Before my eyes, I saw his injuries close and heal, faster than my own were.

Sharing a glance with the girl, I asked a very relevant question, "Run like hell?"

"Yeah," she agreed. "Run!"

Both the girl and I turned around and started to run. Well, she ran, I made use of my Ki to do something else that I just knew how to do: fly. It wasn't as fast as the movies, just my base running speed, but it was good enough. I was just hoping that my shirt and pants would hold together long enough to get the hell away.

"Hey, where are you going?!" We heard a loud voice call out behind us, and we glanced back to see him chasing us, a huge ball of flame in his hands. "You haven't died yet! Get back here!"

We didn't stop, because if we stopped, we would die. As we ran, I could feel him chasing after us, and I knew that he would catch up, eventually. The girl was running a lot faster than I was flying, and I could tell that I would tire out long before I could outrun Dragon Mask. There was a sound of a motorcycle behind us, and Dragon Mask roared, but I didn't stop to turn around and look behind me. If someone else got Dragon Mask's attention, that was their problem!

As we ran, I focused, and a new body began to form in front of me. My energy was starting to fade, and the duplicates were harder to make, but I knew what I had to do. With a burst of Ki, I sent it forward, and it landed a couple of yards in front of me. The new clone immediately started running, and I veered a hard left, moving up to the rooftops while I still had the energy to fly. I made it, barely, collapsing onto the roof as my vision started to darken.

The sound of feet on gravel were all I heard before everything went black.

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When I woke up, it was in a soft bed.

There was a warm, wet cloth on my head, and a warm, furry bundle at the foot of the bed. As my vision cleared, and I saw the girl sitting by my side, I asked, "So...what happened?"

"You passed out," she said, her voice calm. "We were able to lose Lung."

"The guy with the dragon mask? That's good," I replied. "How did we end up here? And...who are you?"

"Taylor. Taylor Hebert," she introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you," I smiled. "I'm Jedediah Smith, like the pioneer, call me Jed."

Taylor's eyes narrowed at the mention of my name, but I paid it no mind. It's not the first time someone had given me a funny look, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"So, how did we get here?"

"You don't know?" she asked, her expression unreadable.

"I passed out after crash landing onto a roof, you're going to have to fill in the blanks. Where is 'here'?"

"A safe place, that's all you need to know," she said as she stood up, walking away.

The mound of fluff at the foot of the bed followed her, revealing itself to be a moderately sized dog. I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes, and let myself drift to sleep. It wasn't like she was going to tell me anything, anyways.

When I woke up, I heard something from another room. Pulling myself to my feet, I stumbled against the wall as I followed the sounds. As I got closer, it sounded like Taylor, grunting and groaning. Was she being attacked?

Rushing forward, I slammed open the door, and was greeted by the sight of Taylor fighting, not an enemy, but a punching bag. There were several more bags around the room, and she had a pair of gloves on her hands, but other than that, she was barefoot, wearing nothing more than a tank top and a pair of shorts. The dog was sitting near the doorway, and turned its head towards me.

"Oh, uh, sorry. I'll leave."

"No," Taylor replied, her punches continuing without interruption. "Stay. Why are you up?"

"Well, I woke up, and heard some noises, thought you were in trouble," I said as I walked into the room, closing the door behind me. "What time is it?"

"Mid-morning," she answered, taking her gloves off.

She may have said something else, I was distracted by following a bead of sweat as it ran down her midriff. The dog came over, and pushed its nose into my crotch, which startled me enough that I fell backwards, my cheeks red.

"Sorry about her," Taylor apologized, walking over and petting the dog's head, gently pulling it away from where it was making its way back to my crotch. "This may be weird, but my workout got me worked up, so, would you, y'know...wanna have sex?"

"Uh," was my eloquent response. "Sure, I guess."

"Okay."

That was when she bent down, grabbed me, and lifted me up, pushing me against the wall as she kissed me. It was rough, and hot, and there was tongue involved, and holy shit her tongue was long. Her breasts pushed against me, and my hands, of their own volition, moved down, grabbing her ass and squeezing. She moaned into my mouth, and pushed her pelvis forward, grinding her crotch against my dick, and as she did, I couldn't help but notice something.

When Taylor pulled back from the kiss, I asked her, "Am I feeling things, or is that..."

"You can feel it," she confirmed, and a second later, her shorts had disappeared, leaving her completely naked in front of me. Her dick, standing at attention, was hard, and leaking precum, and just as big, if not bigger, than mine.

"Wow," I said, my eyes wide as I stared at the beast between her legs. "Okay, not the weirdest thing I've ever seen, but pretty high up on the list."

"So, do you want to do this, or not?" she asked, her hand sliding down my pants and giving me a quick squeeze.

I gasped, and then groaned. "Yeah, yeah, okay."

Her hand wrapped around my dick, and pulled it free. As she stroked it, she gave me a half lidded smirk. "You know, you're not bad looking, Jed."

"Neither are you," I gasped out, and she laughed.

"Thanks," she said, and then she pulled me in for another kiss.

Her fingers teased me, rubbing, stroking, squeezing, and playing with me until my knees were weak and I couldn't focus on anything other than the pleasure. My hands squeezed her ass, and she let out a moan. A moment later, I found myself on my back, with Taylor straddling my head as she brought her mouth to my cock.

For a few moments, there was nothing but the sensation of her mouth and hands working on my cock. Then, as my mouth opened to moan, I felt the head of her dick push past my lips, and her musky scent invaded my nostrils.

It was strange, to be sucking dick and having my dick sucked at the same time. It was something that I'd never expected to do, and honestly, I had no idea how to feel about it. She tasted different from what I'd been expecting, but the smell, the smell was something else. It was strong, and a lot more feminine than I'd think given the cock it was coming from, and I found myself moaning as I inhaled it.

My hips bucked upwards as her mouth took in more of my cock, and the pleasure was immense. My hand wrapped around her length, and my fingers stroked her as I tried to reciprocate. I had no idea what I was doing, and her dick was so big that I could barely take half of it into my mouth, but Taylor seemed to appreciate the effort, at least.

The feeling of her fingers on my balls, teasing and playing with them, and her tongue on the underside of my dick was driving me crazy. Her mouth bobbed up and down, taking more of me into her throat each time, and soon, she had taken all of my cock. I did the same, letting her thick shaft pass into my mouth. The taste was stronger here, and I moaned around her dick, even as she started thrusting in and out of my mouth.

Her cock twitched inside my mouth, and her thrusts grew more frantic. I could feel it coming, the pressure, the tightness, and the twitching, and I knew that she was going to cum. I wasn't far behind her, my balls tingling and my body feeling light, and the way her throat was squeezing and massaging my cock was making it hard to focus.

Just as her cock began to twitch inside my mouth, her hand squeezed, and I exploded, shooting my load into her mouth, even as she did the same into mine. The taste was strong, but not unpleasant, and I found myself swallowing the load even as she did the same.

She pulled her mouth off of me, sitting up and sliding back until her cock slid out of my mouth. As the last of her load spilled out of my mouth, I felt her hands on my waist, and I was pulled back, until I was standing up. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and her lips pressed against mine.

The kiss was slow, gentle, and sensual. There was a lot less tongue involved this time, but she still tasted like cum, I imagine I did as well. We stood there, in the middle of the room, kissing and holding each other for several long minutes. Then, as we pulled back, I opened my eyes, and met her gaze.

"Ready for the main event?” Taylor asked me.

"Fuck yes,” I answered.