Se connecterWhen the wall of ice exploded, shrapnel filled the air and knocked both of them across the yard. The King and Queen of Cups were blown apart, evaporating into a fine mist that clung to the house, and Yuki and Abella tumbled through the snow, coming to a stop at the stairs.
Abella cried out in pain, placing her hands against her ears and rolling off of Yuki. Yuki stood up to watch a large metal golem with wrecking ball hands stride through the opening.
Somewhere in the distance, someone opened a window and threatened to call the cops if they didn't stop making so much racket. Yuki almost laughed, but was too busy summoning a wall of snow between them to hide them from the Society.
"The key!" Abella pulled herself up, still disoriented by the blast. "Where is it?"
Yuki's lips formed a thin line and she just shook her head, holding up her empty hands for Abella to see.
The key was gone. She had lost it in the blast, and had no idea where it was.
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"Okay, so what do we have?" Mike looked down at a picture of the house that Tink had drawn him.
It was brightly lit by light from the rising sun through a nearby window. They stood in the kitchen, the parchment rolled out in front of them and surrounded by rats, Tink, and Ratu. Zel was still out in the stable, her leg too bad to walk on.
"Fox face turn everyone to stone." Tink laid rocks out along the map. "One-Eye out front and Big Sister in fountain. Rock Butt stuck in ice here." She put down a large stone she had found in the garden. "Fairies and rats all hiding, and not sure about cow fuck or horny lawyer."
"Horny lawyer? Really?"
Tink shrugged. "Tink look in briefcase."
He shook his head, making a mental note to ask about that later. "So it isn't as simple as just going in and shooting her with a trick arrow, is it?" He gave the goblin a wink. "She can turn us to stone with a look, has magic, and wants to kill me. So what are our options?"
"Hmm." Ratu touched the paper map. "We can choose to spring up anywhere in the house. Perhaps we can set an ambush?"
"Maybe. But we have a bigger problem. Even if we defeat her and put a bag over her head, what about the others? Can we get her to return them to normal?"
"That's something you would have to ask her. I assume it's reversible, but can't know for sure. It would also be dangerous to try and figure it out on my own without knowing what type of enchantment it is."
"What about the medusa thing she's got going on? Any counters?"
"Don't make eye contact. Try to look at her through a mirror, or close your eyes." Ratu shrugged. "The only advantage we have is the element of surprise. I suppose we could come up through the Labyrinth and I could get some magic items from the center, but stepping out through the reflecting pool will ruin any chance of sneaking up on her."
"Hmm. I feel like we're missing something." He looked over the map again. "What about the Vault? Is there anything there we could use?"
Tink shook her head violently. "Bad news only. Vault not for fighting."
"There's gotta be..." his eyes fixed on the pebble Tink had laid for Naia. "What about that weird emerald? Is there any way to get that?"
"I was under the impression that Naia had tucked it away, so I'm not sure how." Ratu tapped the map by the fountain. "But if we could get it, it might just work. It's powerful enough that you could use it to wish her away, or make her obedient, but you'd have to be very careful."
"Why?"
"Every story about wishes is a cautionary tale for a reason. And the stone won't just work directly. You can't just say 'I wish things were back to normal' or whatever. You have to feel it, in here." She tapped her chest. "It works off of desire, remember? That part of you that humans have the least control over."
He chewed at a fingernail, looking over the map. "Okay, well, any ideas on how we could get the emerald?"
Ratu and Tink looked at each other and then both shook their heads. Mike grimaced, his eyes back on the map. The emerald could certainly be used, but he had to get it first and then figure out the best way to use it.
"Mistress Tink?" A rat appeared at the end of the table, his ears and nose barely visible over the edge. "We are ready to begin."
"Tink go look." She hefted the club on her shoulders. "Scout out house. Husband wait, then Tink tell what fox face is up to."
"Please be careful." They had the rats open a portal in Tink's room beneath the garage. There should be zero reason for Yuki to spend any time down there, and Tink would be able to slink quietly through the house until she could make contact with Reggie.
"Tink super careful." She walked past him and gave his ass a playful pinch. "Husband watch."
She disappeared around the corner. Mike looked at Ratu.
"And now, for the worst part." She sat down and crossed her arms. "Waiting."
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"Oh, fuck me." Yuki flopped down on the porch swing, gasping for air. The iron golem lay dismantled in front of her and the yard was finally quiet once more.
When the iron golem had stormed the yard, Abella had rushed to intercept it. While it was powerful enough to do the gargoyle serious harm, she had been quick enough to evade its clumsy blows and fight back. While the battle itself could have been dealt with, six members of the Society had come running in, filling the night air with light and sound as they rained a magical assault down on the front yard.
Meaning that somewhere, Amir was still alive. Or his soul was, at least."Well, they shouldn't be hassling you now..." her words trailed off when a dark figure appeared near the entry, walking cautiously between the lions, hands held up in peace."I got this." Mike walked around her, the activity in the yard coming to a halt. Mike set his coffee on the end of the railing and moved with confidence, feeling the magic awaken inside of him just a little. The lions turned their heads to watch the newcomer, just waiting to sense hostile magic and spring into action.The hooded figure stopped, gazing across the yard with apprehension. It took Mike much longer to reach her than it would have a week ago, and when he drew near, the figure drew back its hood."Elizabeth, right?" Mike's tone was cold, his voice carrying extra strength."Mr. Radley." She looked across the yard, her eyes wide as she saw the centaurs lift up spears and bows that they had set nearby."Can I help you?" he asked, letti
Beth stepped through the front door in just a long shirt and flip-flops. She placed her hands on the recently repaired railing and took a deep sniff through her nose."The new garden smells so nice," she said, gesturing at the wall of vegetation that now separated them from the sundial. "Has Zel identified all the flowers yet?""Nope." The garden in the front of the house was new. On the day Zel had slowly ushered the exiled centaurs into the greenhouse, the front yard had expanded like a balloon with a hedge maze that sprouted overnight, the sundial sitting at its center. His front yard was now larger than an acre.The backyard was now several acres of garden starting at the fountain and ending at the wrought-iron gate at the back. He had looked up a satellite image of the place and saw that the picture from almost seven years ago somehow agreed, a perfect example of the Mandela Effect in action. The inside of the house was still the same, to the best of his knowledge, and Tink bemoa
Mike laughed. "Self manipulation is the hardest then?""For mortals? Yes." She flickered beneath him, quickly transforming into Naia, then Beth, and eventually several different women before becoming herself once more. The entire time, her hand-mouth kept sucking him, his orgasm slowly building. "I am not bound by such restrictions.""I far prefer you as yourself, to be honest." He pushed a lock of black and red hair away from her forehead."I don't even know who I really am." She stopped stroking him, her eyes suddenly far away. "Or rather, who I want to be.""It's something we can both work on." He kissed her, and she melted against him, her hand now stroking him with a sense of urgency. He pushed his fingers into her, willing them to become thicker and harder. She gasped, her face turning bright red and a fiery halo forming above her horns."Fuck... fuck... FUCK!" Her eyes burst into flame and the sand around them caught on fire. The succubus arched her back, toppling Mike off of t
She pulled her mouth away. "Maybe you're feeling a little nostalgic, too. It feels like we're on a third date or something.""Do you have to workout to stay this fit, or do you just get to be this sexy all the time?" He traced a finger along her ribs, and she laughed."I'm always this sexy." She pushed him on his back and tried to mount him, but he pulled her down and rolled her onto her back."Not so fast, hellspawn." He leaned in to kiss her, pinning her hands together above her head. She bit his lip playfully, and let out a laugh when he bit her back."I never took you for a biter, Romeo.""You should meet my wife sometime."Lily frowned. "Who? Oh, right. The goblin." She smirked at him and turned her head to the side, exposing her neck. "Bite away, I suppose."He obliged, nibbling at the sensitive flesh of her neck, then licked the skin along her jawline. She made happy sounds beneath him, arching her back to give him better access to her collarbone. He kissed his way down her che
"Asshole." She pushed him, and he fell back into a chair that he hadn't seen. The thick straps pushed against his back, and he saw that they were sitting at the edge of the ocean, an endless expanse facing them."Where's the house?" Mike asked."Behind you." She answered.He turned around to see it behind them on a cliff, the sun reflecting off its windows. "Interesting.""Yeah, well, I'm not a super big fan of it. I'm quite the sore loser." She waved her hand and another beach chair appeared. She settled into it and a servant appeared, a man with a blank face. He handed them a pair of drinks and then vanished."Was that...?""One of my captured souls? Yep.""I'm not certain I approve.""Nobody cares if you approve." Lily sipped at her drink. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't let them go. They're a part of me now, a stain on my essence that can never be scrubbed free. But, if it makes you feel any better, my tastes have changed.""How so?""Some people deserve it." Her face darkened in
Lost in his thoughts, he found himself staring at a crack in the plaster above. Perhaps he had seen it every night, but he couldn't help but wonder if it had always been there. The house was always changing, manipulating their memories and its blueprints, working its way towards some eventual... something. The house and its occupants were part of a game, apparently, but to what end? It had already gone through some changes this week alone, changes that boggled his mind.Yawning, he wondered what it would be like if he could see them all, the people of the house, laid out like game pieces. He thought about the strange garden from his vision, then blushed at the memory of masturbating as the house. Fighting the urge to fall asleep, he tried to slip into that space once again, to see if he could gain any more information.The effort this time was minimal, and his consciousness rapidly shifted perspectives, the room around him bending like metal and then melting into the ground. He stood







