"I want to hunt Dave for sport," said Lara.
"Wait, what?!" asked Dave, "That's not sexy at all!"
"Y'know," said Libby, "I have to agree. I'm a sex goddess, not a death goddess. I'm not gonna--" Lara shook her head.
"No, not like that," she said. "Here, let me explain the rules to you." Lara leaned over to Libby's head, pressing her behemoth cleavage against the sex goddess' arm, and began to whisper.
Dave watched as the Libby's face started with a concerned expression, then transitioned to confused, then comprehending. Soon, a vicious grin spread across her face, the predatory rictus seemingly alien on her carbon-copy of Lara's face.
"Oooh," said Libby. "That actually could be kinda hot."
"What?" asked Dave, "What are you--" Libby snapped her fingers, and Dave's mind went blank.
----
When Dave woke up, he half-expected to be nursing a vicious hangover. Thank god, or Libby he guessed, for small mercies. He stared at the ceiling. This...this wasn't the cabin. He sat up, casting his eyes about the room.
The wallpaper of the room was peeling and yellowed. The carpet was criscrossed with a mess of mud tracks, coupled with some miscellaneous stains that Dave sincerely hoped were ketchup and mustard. A black-velvet painting of dogs playing poker hung on the wall, although he suspected that the variety of poorly-spelled profanities weren't penciled on the original. The bed, mercifully, looked pretty new. Dave suspected that Libby was involved in that little detail. He glanced down at the rickety nightstand. A note printed on crisp, white paper rested on it. Dave picked it up, a pit of terror growing in his stomach, and began to read.
Babe--
I'm sorry that Libby knocked you out. I thought we'd be starting at the cabin, but she said it'd be more fun this way. She also said it'd be fun if she rode your unconscious dick while the two of us made out. I figured we'd compromise. You're welcome. Anyway, here's what's going on.
If you look in the drawer of the night stand, you'll find a little ray-gun thing. Kinda looks like the portal gun from that Rick and Morty show you wouldn't shut up about last year, so that oughta be fun for you. I'll be honest, I've tried it out on Libby and it was pretty fun so I guess I can get the appeal.
The gun is a watered-down version of the computer. If you select a modification and point it at someone, the gun'll make that modification. The bad news is that's ALL you can do. You can only modify other peoples' bodies or minds. The good news is that these don't have Libby making the decisions, so they'll turn out how you imagine the selected modification would turn out. Oh, also, yeah, forgot to mention. If we used the computer on our own, Libby would have warped all of our decisions to fit what she wanted. Sorry, I'm digressing again, I'm just SO EXCITED for what happens next!
So yeah! Here's the rules of the game. I've got a ray gun just like yours, but it's a bit different. Once a day I can make a supernatural change. I just used it today to give myself superhuman speed, for example. Otherwise, we're the exact same. Except, y'know, I've got giant tits and a goddess on my side and an overwhelming desire to hunt you down like a wild animal and fuck you silly. Oh, that reminds me of the next rule. If I catch up with you, I'm gonna make a change to your body and use you like a sex toy. Who knows, if you get caught enough maybe you'll just want to be my sex toy! I'm..wait, sorry, I'm getting off track.
Anyway, if you manage to make a change to my body before I can, I'll leave you alone for a day. You can even fuck me if you want, I'm not complaining. Libby's offering to join in as well.
You have your keys, your wallet, and the car's parked outside with a full tank of gas. The room's been paid for, and you don't need to check out. Believe me, you'll be glad that you have this extra time.
The game ends when I get bored.
Now, I'm guessing that you're getting bored of reading this. I know that I am, so I'm gonna give you a TL;DR and then go hump the coffee table.
TL;DR:
1. You have a ray gun that can modify others' bodies and minds.
2. I do too, and I can give myself superpowers once a day.
3. If I catch up with you, I'll try to make a modification to you and then ride you like a scared motorcycle.
4. If you manage to make a modification to me before I can modify you, I'm all yours for the next 24 hours.
5. You have your debit card, your keys, and your car.
6. When you read this note, I'll know that you're awake and the game is on.
7. I'm five miles away from you.
8. Did I mention that I have superspeed? Seriously, I can run at 60 miles an hour. You do the math. Except don't take too long, because I'm probably closing in on you.
See you soon!
--Lara.
Dave took a look at the lipstick mark on the page and the mess of eggplant and peach emojis, dropped the note in panic, then opened the drawer of the end table and seized the ray gun as he did some mental arithmetic. Lara was about 5 minutes away from her and he probably had spent the last couple of minutes reading her note. He dashed over to the door and put on his shoes.
Lara was probably a couple minutes away and sprinting closer by the second. He needed a plan. What to do?
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