The Outsiders: A Package Deal
Copyright© 2014 by hush
Chapter 6
Mind Control Sci-Fi Sex Story: Chapter 6 - A malevolent intelligence from another dimension centers its life around creating great works of art; its favored medium being the past, present, and future of lesser beings. Two best friends in their early twenties become its latest subjects in its never-ending quest to create a masterpiece.
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Qex'Ull was in trouble. It had pushed too hard, too fast and the fabric of reality had begun to tear. It didn't help things that one of the female humans had begun to question the new reality he had crafted. Belief could be a powerful thing. Terror, an unaccustomed impulse, flickered across Qex'Ull's mind as it surveyed the damage rippling out along its weaves and towards itself. A backlash of this size could completely dis-corporate it entirely! Frantically, it began mending whatever damage it could find as it knew it would never be able to pull back this part of its essence out of this dimension before being destroyed.
Weave after beautiful weave frayed and refused to stay together. It was losing its edge and despair had set in until it saw certain points along the weaves that the two women shared. They seemed to be resonating, strengthening one another. If it could just work on those, maybe it could save both this incomparable work of art and its own existence.
Tracy looked at her friend with mounting anxiety. Kimberly had pulled the car over on the side of the road and was cradling her head in her hands. "What's wrong, Kimmy? Are you ok?", she said.
Kimberly raised to head to look at Tracy, her eyes unfocused and filled with pain as pasts, personalities, and proclivities fought for real estate inside her brain. "Twacy, how did you and Dean meet? I-I can't wemember..."
Tracy recoiled from her friend. The look in her eyes was downright disturbing. In an effort to please, she began retelling the story that her friend should know by heart. "You and me, we were whoring ourselves out on that website you started up, 'member? You were always so good with that sort of thing. You always handled the money and I called you my accountant. Anyhow, Dean was my best client. He must've dropped, omigawd, $10,000 on my holes! Then I got knocked up and you narrowed who the father must be to Dean and some other dude."
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