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This is a short interactive story about a gold-platinum vixen sneaking into a hen house. Players get to direct the fox’s actions and the story around her to a degree.
To play the game, first read through the rules and the short intro prompt. You can leave commands in the comment section and then, when my sporadic schedule lets me to do so, I will post the next part of the story in the comment section.
If your comment doesn’t get used, or used exactly as you said it, don’t worry. Not everything the vixen does will be successful and tying a working story around random comments can be hard without editing sometimes.
That said, It’s geared to be a SFW story (although I claim no responsibility if you read it at work and get fired for it :D) Anything up to that limit basically goes, minus smexy stuff. The vixen can get wounded, she can eat people, she can grow fat or muscular or even die.
This will be a SHORT interactive with a definite ending when the Vixen escapes into the woods, or if we write her into a corner and she dies.
So… let’s start us off, shall we?
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From the safety of the woods, you look upon Happy Forest Farms with a glint of hunger. The farm is home to various live stocks, but most famous for its chickens. It’s glorious, delectable chickens. You can almost taste them and if you close your eyes, you can imagine stuffing yourself with hens until your can no longer move.
The only thing keeping you from doing so, of course, is the large wooden fence around the hen roosts… and the farmers team of guard dogs… and the farmer’s shot gun…
Ok, so there are a lot of things keeping you from the hens, but you remain undeterred because you have a plan…
<SPECIAL RULE: The FIRST THREE PEOPLE who respond get to choose ONE of the following.>
1.The vixen’s Name.
2. An article of clothing she wears (like a vest or scarf or ring etc etc)
3. Choose one of these words to describe the vixen: thin, healthy, muscular, chubby
To play the game, first read through the rules and the short intro prompt. You can leave commands in the comment section and then, when my sporadic schedule lets me to do so, I will post the next part of the story in the comment section.
If your comment doesn’t get used, or used exactly as you said it, don’t worry. Not everything the vixen does will be successful and tying a working story around random comments can be hard without editing sometimes.
That said, It’s geared to be a SFW story (although I claim no responsibility if you read it at work and get fired for it :D) Anything up to that limit basically goes, minus smexy stuff. The vixen can get wounded, she can eat people, she can grow fat or muscular or even die.
This will be a SHORT interactive with a definite ending when the Vixen escapes into the woods, or if we write her into a corner and she dies.
So… let’s start us off, shall we?
><><><><
From the safety of the woods, you look upon Happy Forest Farms with a glint of hunger. The farm is home to various live stocks, but most famous for its chickens. It’s glorious, delectable chickens. You can almost taste them and if you close your eyes, you can imagine stuffing yourself with hens until your can no longer move.
The only thing keeping you from doing so, of course, is the large wooden fence around the hen roosts… and the farmers team of guard dogs… and the farmer’s shot gun…
Ok, so there are a lot of things keeping you from the hens, but you remain undeterred because you have a plan…
<SPECIAL RULE: The FIRST THREE PEOPLE who respond get to choose ONE of the following.>
1.The vixen’s Name.
2. An article of clothing she wears (like a vest or scarf or ring etc etc)
3. Choose one of these words to describe the vixen: thin, healthy, muscular, chubby
Category Story / All
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 14.4 kB
You trot your way from one end of the farm to the other, trying your best to conceal the unusual pelt nature gave you. Your fur is mainly white with an orange upper back and sides. You like your own pelt for its rare quality, but it makes it a pain to sneak through dark foliage sometimes.
The farm is pretty average. Corn fields to the north, potato fields to the west and large clearings for livestock to graze to the east and south. The farm house is in the dead center of the farm. There is a barn, a small pen for pigs, and a rather large square, fenced area next to the farm house where the chickens reside.
The fence is both tall and foreboding, but could use some repair. There might be some small openings that could be forced open to give a beast access, but none that are easily seen from this distance.
At least, none that look big enough to let you in.
You've been raiding farms now for a while and its, well, its begining to show. You are in that 'pleasently plump' area where you are not obese, but still too fat to weasel your way under a fence.
You might be able to get under the gate, but only with time on your side.
A quick sniff of the air brings with it all the scents of the farm, particularly the dogs. There are three of them. Biskit and Duncan are younger dogs. You have seen the fat australian shepard and the golden retriever prancing around like an idiot.
The most dangerous scent you smell though is Titan. Heavily scarred, the old german shepard sits on the porch to the house ever day, standing stoic as he surveys his masters kingdom. Sometimes, when you know you are hidden deep in the woods, you feel like he still knows you are there...
Utter nonsense of course, but still, he gives you the creeps.
The dogs go to and fro through the farm, following the farmer where ever he needs them to go. They come in from the field only for food and rest.
Interestingly enough, you also find the scent of... Rat. Many rats around the edge of the farms bounderies...
The farm is pretty average. Corn fields to the north, potato fields to the west and large clearings for livestock to graze to the east and south. The farm house is in the dead center of the farm. There is a barn, a small pen for pigs, and a rather large square, fenced area next to the farm house where the chickens reside.
The fence is both tall and foreboding, but could use some repair. There might be some small openings that could be forced open to give a beast access, but none that are easily seen from this distance.
At least, none that look big enough to let you in.
You've been raiding farms now for a while and its, well, its begining to show. You are in that 'pleasently plump' area where you are not obese, but still too fat to weasel your way under a fence.
You might be able to get under the gate, but only with time on your side.
A quick sniff of the air brings with it all the scents of the farm, particularly the dogs. There are three of them. Biskit and Duncan are younger dogs. You have seen the fat australian shepard and the golden retriever prancing around like an idiot.
The most dangerous scent you smell though is Titan. Heavily scarred, the old german shepard sits on the porch to the house ever day, standing stoic as he surveys his masters kingdom. Sometimes, when you know you are hidden deep in the woods, you feel like he still knows you are there...
Utter nonsense of course, but still, he gives you the creeps.
The dogs go to and fro through the farm, following the farmer where ever he needs them to go. They come in from the field only for food and rest.
Interestingly enough, you also find the scent of... Rat. Many rats around the edge of the farms bounderies...
(Just an update on the rules because I was silly and forgot to post them above.
You can post as many commands as you want the fox to take, and multiple people can give commands inbetween actions.
The story ends after:
A. Amber escapes safely to the woods or some other form of happy ending.
B. Readers write her into a corner from where there is no escape, and she gets caught.
C. A week to two weeks go by without commands, which will end with her being caught. Not trying to hold my story hostage, just dont like leaving open endings to my stories :3
Thank you to all for playing my silly little game. I hope you enjoy it!
You can post as many commands as you want the fox to take, and multiple people can give commands inbetween actions.
The story ends after:
A. Amber escapes safely to the woods or some other form of happy ending.
B. Readers write her into a corner from where there is no escape, and she gets caught.
C. A week to two weeks go by without commands, which will end with her being caught. Not trying to hold my story hostage, just dont like leaving open endings to my stories :3
Thank you to all for playing my silly little game. I hope you enjoy it!
Rats! They might be on to something? It coulden't possibly hurt to see what they are up to right? Besides if they found food it might be easier to get it away from rats instead of dealing with the dogs. Just possibly another thought, if the fox smells like something that's already on the farm, like the rats, then it might be easier to make a check on the chicken coop!
You hesitate to follow the smell of rats. The time spent finding a rat to question is time lost from putting together your awesome plan to steal the chickens.
But since your plan for that so far is simply, "steal chickens" you decide it couldn't hurt to follow this up. A source with inside knowlege of the farm could prove invaluable.
So you put your nose to the ground and begin a little rat hunting. It takes you a solid hour but you finally find a fresh smelling trail and follow it into the woods.
Squeezing yourself through a few bushes, you come to a small grotto of overhanging trees providing shade to a large ditch. Standing at the top of the ditch, you catch sight of the biggest rat you have ever seen. A dark furred creature who has obviously not known hunger for quite some time. He wears various scraps of cloth woven into a vest and you can smell pig slop from the farm on him even from this distance.
"Wait! Wait! Just wait a moment!" He cries out to the snake coiled around him.
Oh, yeah, he is about to be eaten by a very large and hungry looking snake. Probably should have led with that.
"If you don't eat me... i... I can make it worth your while!"
The snake responds by opening its jaws wipe, fangs glinting in the low light.
But since your plan for that so far is simply, "steal chickens" you decide it couldn't hurt to follow this up. A source with inside knowlege of the farm could prove invaluable.
So you put your nose to the ground and begin a little rat hunting. It takes you a solid hour but you finally find a fresh smelling trail and follow it into the woods.
Squeezing yourself through a few bushes, you come to a small grotto of overhanging trees providing shade to a large ditch. Standing at the top of the ditch, you catch sight of the biggest rat you have ever seen. A dark furred creature who has obviously not known hunger for quite some time. He wears various scraps of cloth woven into a vest and you can smell pig slop from the farm on him even from this distance.
"Wait! Wait! Just wait a moment!" He cries out to the snake coiled around him.
Oh, yeah, he is about to be eaten by a very large and hungry looking snake. Probably should have led with that.
"If you don't eat me... i... I can make it worth your while!"
The snake responds by opening its jaws wipe, fangs glinting in the low light.
Fox can recognize most of the dangerous snakes by looking at it. If the look of a snake screams his teeth are poisonous - like a warning b;ach and yellow stripes, it will be more wise to wait until he eat something and gets tired.
If snakes seems to be just overgrown worm, Amber decides to jump on it and squish its head to the ground.
The snake will make for a perfect distraction. And rat.... well, he might know the ways.
If snakes seems to be just overgrown worm, Amber decides to jump on it and squish its head to the ground.
The snake will make for a perfect distraction. And rat.... well, he might know the ways.
You stroke your fuzzy chin while deciding what to do. You are unsure if this particular danger noodle is venomous or not. It's green and currently constricting its prey so, probably not. You could try to pursuad the snake to join your cause, but in the end you think it would be easier to convince a rat to help you, rather than a dangerous serpent.
You give the snake a good mouse pouncing. You aim your shot, wriggle your hips like a cat, and launch yourself upwards, coming right back down onto the back of the snakes head.
He lets out a terrified hiss as you force him face first i to the mud, the rat being flung into a bush as the snake panics.
The effect is however, momentary. While you do have a degree of 'bulk' to your figure, you don't have enough to out right kill the snake.
Instead, you find yourself on the back of a very angry danger noodle who is trying to quickly coil his tail around your leg...
You give the snake a good mouse pouncing. You aim your shot, wriggle your hips like a cat, and launch yourself upwards, coming right back down onto the back of the snakes head.
He lets out a terrified hiss as you force him face first i to the mud, the rat being flung into a bush as the snake panics.
The effect is however, momentary. While you do have a degree of 'bulk' to your figure, you don't have enough to out right kill the snake.
Instead, you find yourself on the back of a very angry danger noodle who is trying to quickly coil his tail around your leg...
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