Outfox Stories: stories to read and AI adventures to play, no account needed
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Haxxare · 17 Dec 2021 -
Jenny invites the crew over for a game of King's Cup, but the deck is rigged...
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"Hey Claire! Your turn!" Andrew called out cheerfully while everyone was somewhat distracted by Steve.
"Oh!" Claire mumbled and pulled out a card. Everyone immediately turned their attention to the card in Claire's hand - everyone except Steve, who was still giggling. Claire flipped a four of diamonds. "Alright! Hey Steve! Have another drink!" she said as she took a swig, bumping Steve with her elbow. He was pulled out of his world for just a minute to take a drink, before he started giggling again.
"Well, guess it's me now?" Amy asked and drew a card, revealing the eight of spades. You watched as your body let out an audible growl, right as the card next to your body - in front of Harry - lit up. A visible shudder through the bodies of Harry and Amy later, Amy exhaled. "Mmmm, well this is different..." she said in a very different tone of voice.
"Don't you dare..." your body said.
"Mark? What's it to you?" she teased, voice light. "Oh right, the clothes..."
As she said that, Harry shrugged out of his jacket. "Easy." He said.
Amy ran one hand along her leg in a very sensual manner, savoring the rage growing on the face of whoever occupied your body - presumably still Andrew. Then, with a clink, a shoe hit the ground. She raised the other and dropped it behind her. "Relax dude!" she laughed. "Should have seen your face though!"
Andrew laughed. Well, his body did. Your body was fuming with anger, as Andrew pulled his card. "Hey wait! I haven't done the thing on this card!"
"Oh come on, does anyone even care about anything more complicated than taking a drink? We've completely forgotten about half the cards..." Jenny complained.
"Whatever." Amy said, evidently wanting to actually name a mate.
"Well hopefully I get a simpler card!" Andrew laughed and pulled his card. The card lit up just as he dropped it - the Ace of hearts. As its light faded, Andrew's demeanor faded just like the card. "Waterfall!" He muttered, shooting a sideways glare at Amy. The table drank, including you. You were next up.
You pulled a king. Steve's matching king.
"Aww! I was having fun!" Jenny complained after you switched out of her body. You felt that Steve was definitely a bit on the drunk side, and definitely a bit excited. "Alright... hey …
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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.
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