Outfox Stories: stories to read and AI adventures to play, no account needed
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MonsterInNeed · 13 Feb 2023 -
You wake up one day with the ability to make people repeat whatever you say as if they were the ones coming up with it. What will you do with such a power?
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Well, this clearly isn't a dream... Or if it is, it's the longest and most realistic dream I've ever had.
I turn around and look at my messy bedroom, feeling like I'm really looking at it for the first time since I locked myself in here, the day prior. I'm finally waking up. Not from a dream, though, but from my stupor.
I rub my face to get rid of the groggy sensation still clouding my mind as I make sense of what just happened last night.
I need to test it. To make sure I can still do it.
I grab a dirty pair of jeans lying on top of my dresser and step into them while making my way out of bed.
"Finally!" Jenny, my roommate, says with an eye roll when she sees me enter the living room. She's watching a cartoon, or rather pretending to watch a cartoon because her attention seems more focused on her phone screen than anything else happening right now. "I was starting to think you'd never wake up."
I laugh awkwardly as I approach her, my eyes fixed on her and my mind on what I'm about to do. This is absurd!
Having to live with Jenny is a lot of work sometimes. She can be annoying, rude even, especially during our frequent arguments over chores. She is entitled, thinks everyone should bend to her will, and always wants whatever she wants whenever she wants it. But there is one thing I certainly cannot complain about—she's nice to look at.
Of course, this can be frustrating too. You can only stare at her incredible curves, fantastic legs, huge natural tits, pretty face, and short dark brown hair so many times before you start craving some actual action. The problem? She's gay. Even if she weren't, however, I probably wouldn't stand a chance. But now... If what happened yesterday wasn't a dream...
"Are you okay?" She asks, finally glancing away from her phone and raising an eyebrow at me curiously. Though she's not an idiot and is probably used to me staring at her, I'm usually more discrete about it.
"Yeah..." I mumble nervously while clearing my throat. "I just wanted to talk with you for a minute."
"Oh, sure," She replies casually while still looking confused. I take that moment to sit down next to her on the couch, keeping my …
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The clerk counted my pay out one coin at a time, slowly, like each one hurt her personally.
“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…
They come out with more gold than any of them have ever seen. Agnes comes out a little different.
She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
Aldous was an alchemist once. And after relentless experiments he's now a colony of slugs who can wear anyone he likes, and he's decided Colm is the closest thing he has to a friend. He's promised to let his hosts keep control most of the time.
He's lying.
The clerk counted my pay out one coin at a time, slowly, like each one hurt her personally.
“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…