Haley reluctantly rolled out of bed as the sun streamed through their blinds and onto their face. They’d always been the late riser of the house, especially on weekends, and Laura moving in had not changed that dynamic one bit. Niamh was naturally an early riser, what with the whole sunshine thing she had going on; Olivia claimed that the best thing to do was to get up early so you could get to bed early and get the whole day over with sooner (Haley had managed to get past that grouchy act of hers on several occasions by now, but her reasons for getting up early remained a mystery to them); and it turned out that Laura was the type to jump out of bed every day with a smile; very much the yang to Olivia’s yin. Haley was very much the sleep-in, night-owl type; Olivia had once said that it was a miracle they were so buff with how lazy they could be; Haley had just retorted that working out in the evenings allowed them to get off to sleep nice and quickly.

All of which was to say that it was no surprise when they heard three voices coming from the downstairs kitchen as they shuffled around between their room and the bathroom. What was more surprising, however, was the other sound they started to make out as they walked downstairs: the slight slapping of flesh against flesh. And then they turned the corner into the kitchen, and…

“Niamh, what the fuck.”

The fae in question turned around smoothly, as though she was completely unsurprised by Haley’s presence or their reaction. “Generally, we say good morning, but I suppose what the fuck works too. Come on, Haley, surely you expected this of me by now? I’ve been practicing such restraint around our newest roommate as well…”

Haley sighed, conceding the point. “Well, I guess… It’s just that I don’t generally expect to walk into my kitchen first thing in the morning to see one of my roommates bending the other over the countertop and unashamedly fucking her.”

Niamh feigned an expression of innocence. “Oh? But wouldn’t you want to take such a perfect sex doll out for a test run if you saw one like that?” There was a slight air of smugness to her voice; Haley knew that however she’d engineered this situation - and she would have engineered it; Niamh preferred to have something of a buildup to her enchantments - she was quite proud of it. Indeed, as they looked closer at the pair of them, they saw that Olivia’s eyes were completely glazed over, her gaze distant, as though nobody was at home; any noises she was making were purely mechanical. By contrast, Laura seemed fully compos mentis, just… not entirely aware of her surroundings, like she was living out a fantasy.

Haley sighed. “Okay, I’ll bite. How did you get them like this?”

Niamh giggled in delight. “I’m so glad you asked, my dear! Well…”

20 minutes earlier

“Good morning, dear,” Niamh sang as Olivia dragged herself into the kitchen. In response, the short girl grumbled something incomprehensible under her breath as she filled the kettle and started getting it boiling. “Come on, Olivia,” Niamh chastised her. “Surely you can do better than that, no? Let’s try again, shall we? Good morning, dear.”

“It is morning, yes.” Olivia bent over to retrieve her mug and a bowl from the drawers, giving the fae a lovely view of her cute little butt.

“Really, dear? Would it kill you to be just a tiny bit more positive in the mornings?”

“Knowing my luck, probably.”

Niamh pouted. “Well, that’s a pity. I do hate to see your cute little face all scrunched up and frowny like that…”

Olivia tried, not particularly successfully, to hide her flustered reaction and spreading blush from her roommate. “Y-you’re starting to sound like a boomer there, Niamh. “Smile, you’ll look prettier!”” She affected a gruff-old-man voice.

“Oh, no, that’s not at all what I’m saying! You look just as cute - or pretty, or beautiful, or whatever - no matter what expression you’re making. It’s just that I don’t like to see you feeling all grumpy.” She tried to make herself look as sincere as she was.

Olivia raised a sceptical eyebrow, but seemed to believe her, hiding her blush even less successfully this time. “Yeah, well, I can’t exactly help it when my body decides I need to wake up at stupid-o’clock every single day…” Niamh unashamedly eyed her up as she began to fuss around with her breakfast, pouring the coffee grounds into her mug and cereal into her bowl, just as the kettle finished boiling. She seemed to sense the fae’s eyes upon her at this point, however, and fixed her with an irritated - albeit secretly flattered, Niamh was reasonably sure - stare. “What are you looking at there? You’re not exactly beating the creep allegations like that, missy.”

Niamh blinked as she suddenly realised she had the perfect opportunity to try out an idea she’d been sitting on for a few weeks now. And hey, it would technically be altruistic as well…

“Well… I was thinking, what if I had a way to allow your body to wake up some more, while your mind gets to take more of a nap? That way, you’ll wake back up in a body that’s raring to go, while feeling better-rested. That ought to take some of the edge off of the morning, right?”

Olivia eyed her suspiciously as Niamh projected innocence. “What’s the catch?”

“Catch, dear? Oh, nothing at all… unless you count the fact that, with your body mindless but still awake… you’d basically be a doll that we could use any way we wanted?” She twirled her hair, putting on a coy expression.

Olivia tried to feign indifference, but Niamh could see right through her: the dilated pupils, the slight rubbing of her thighs, the faster breathing all indicated that she was very turned on by this idea. “W-well… how long would it last?”

“Until I’m sure you’ll be awake when I put you back.”

“I… uh… fucking fi-”

With a slight twitch of Niamh’s will, Olivia froze mid-word (and mid-kitchen). Superficially, she appeared the picture of reluctance: eyes rolling, face caught in a frown, arms folded and body held hostile and confrontational. But even if Niamh hadn’t heard her beginning to say “fine”, she would have known she was anything but: there was a twinkle in those eyes and a sultriness to her pose that were both clear once you looked beyond the obvious outer layers. And speaking of getting past outer layers…

After briefly moving Olivia into a more welcoming position - eyes widened and facing forward, mouth hanging open, body looking more relaxed and neutral - the fae grabbed the smaller human’s nightie and, without much ceremony, lifted it off of her. She licked her lips at what she saw: Olivia’s small, pert breasts, nipples already standing to attention; and a little happy trail, pointing towards a small but growing damp stain on her panties. Olivia’s breathing was slow and steady, betraying none of this arousal yet, but the way Niamh had enchanted her, that would change as she began toying with her in earnest. Brushing Olivia’s hair - which had been messed up by the nightie - away from her face, Niamh leaned in to place a gentle kiss to the entranced human’s cheek as she began trailing a hand up her tummy and onto a breast, cupping it gently. A slight shiver ran through Olivia’s body as Niamh placed her other hand against her other breast, beginning to toy with her nipples and nuzzle into her neck-

“Oh! Um, sorry, am I… interrupting something?” Niamh jumped slightly as Laura’s voice pierced the quiet of the kitchen. Turning around, she saw her newest roommate looking into the room in shock, a blush spreading over her face surrounded by pale brown ringlets of hair. She was wearing a two-piece pyjama set decorated with pictures of cats, and combined with her early-morning unkemptness and general flustered, embarrassed air… unf. Niamh had known the new girl was pretty, but getting an eyeful of her like that… A new plan came to her.

“Not at all, my dear! I was just having some fun with my doll here; you’re welcome to join in, if you like…” Her tone was light-hearted and teasing, but above all, welcoming.

Laura started stammering and blushing, but at the same time, slowly walked closer, seemingly despite herself. “I… um… maybe? I-if you’re sure? And- is she okay with that?” Her voice cracked slightly at the end of the sentence.

“She’s a doll, dear! Of course she wants to be played with!” Niamh sent a subtle burst of enchantment towards Laura - not enough yet to make her do something she didn’t want, but enough to tone down or remove her inhibitions. That seemed to do the trick, especially as the brunette stepped up close enough to see Olivia’s state of arousal.

“Oh! Uh… wow. H-how long have you… uh… had this, this doll?” Laura still seemed to be moving without any conscious thought; her hand seemed magnetically drawn to Olivia’s face as she ran a thumb across her cheek and then cautiously slipped it into her mouth.

Olivia gave off a tiny aroused whimper at the same time as Niamh commented, “Oh, a couple minutes, if that.” Both of these seemed to encourage Laura more as the fae continued, “I’m enjoying her very much already.”

“Uh-huh. Um… can I…” Laura gestured towards Olivia’s chest.

“You can do whatever you like, my dear. I’m sharing this one with the whole house.” Niamh sent another slight pulse of magic towards her, nudging her a bit more towards the sexual - which was a direction she seemed to be headed anyway.

With another nervous giggle, Laura cautiously ran her hands across Olivia’s breasts, before, spurred on by the corresponding shudder of arousal from her vacant body, bent over and placed her lips against a nipple. Olivia let out another barely-perceptible whimper, which turned into a series of quiet, breathy moans as Laura began playing with her chest in earnest, running her hands and lips across it, pinching and mouthing at her steadily hardening nipples. “You can go further,” Niamh suggested quietly, and Laura needed little more magical encouragement to slip a hand into Olivia’s now-soaked panties and begin cautiously rubbing at her vulva, drawing more squeaks out of the otherwise motionless, glassy-eyed figure. Soon, Laura had discarded Olivia’s panties altogether, and after briefly squeezing and gently tapping her butt, was gently spreading the shorter girl’s legs, moving behind her to get a better angle with which to push her fingers inside her and, at the same time, unsubtly grinding her own erection against Olivia’s thighs.

“It’s a lot of fun to play with, isn’t it?” Niamh asked amusedly.

Laura flinched and blushed, clearly remembering that she wasn’t alone in the room, but nodded sheepishly. “Y-yeah. Uh… would you mind if I t-took… it… back to my room?”

Niamh cocked her head. “I would, actually. It’s still my doll, even if I’m loaning it out. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get used to being in the spotlight here…”

Another pulse of magic, stronger this time, hit Laura full-on, washing away her shame in an instant. The brunette shook her head as she acclimated, then grinned cockily. “Well, if you’re gonna keep me here… I might as well give you a show to remember.”

Moving with more confidence and purpose now, Laura grabbed Olivia and moved her to the kitchen island, bending her over it with arms braced against the countertop, perfectly displaying her glistening core. Laura hastily stripped out of her own pyjamas, first revealing small but clearly very sensitive breasts and then, after a slight hesitation, pulling down her shorts and allowing her erect cock to spring free. No panties, Niamh mentally observed, filing that juicy titbit away for later. Laura gave herself a couple of experimental strokes and then, clearly satisfied that she was as hard as she would get, approached Olivia’s motionless form. She then stopped and frowned.

“Oh! Condoms. Do- do we have any? ‘Cause… I’m probably not getting anyone pregnant, but I’d still like the protection…”

Niamh grinned, cat-like. “No regular condoms… but I believe I can do you one better, if you’ll allow me…” She stepped into the trans girl’s space, pressed a quick kiss to her lips - which Laura was too flustered to return - and then, making eye contact, manifested a slight glowing aura at her fingertips, which she moved towards Laura’s cock. At a nod from the brunette, Niamh slowly ran her hand down her length, and a dark blue energy field grew over it. “There we are. It’ll feel like nothing’s there, and it won’t stop anything from going through - but, I give you my word, it’ll prevent conception or any transmission of diseases. Not, as far as I’m aware, that either of you have any, but… like you said, better safe than sorry, eh?” She gave Laura a wink and a pat on the shoulder, before retreating to a good enough distance to watch the ensuing scene.

Laura blinked a couple of times, then nodded to herself. “Right - you can’t lie about any magic, not just enchantment. ‘S in the Contract, right?” Niamh nodded, before sending another pulse of enchantment at her to hurry her up.

Licking her lips in anticipation, and paying no further attention to the fae, Laura carefully lined herself up with Olivia’s waiting entrance, then slowly pushed herself in. Both girls shuddered in pleasure, although Laura, being less constrained, was naturally more overt about it. “I’m gonna make you all mine, doll,” Laura cooed in Olivia’s ear, then started fucking her in earnest. Wet slapping sounds began to fill the kitchen as Laura thrust in and out of Olivia’s still, mindless form, fumbling with the doll’s breasts and butt, then playing with her own chest, gasping and moaning in satisfaction as Olivia let out little grunts and whimpers beneath her. Laura began babbling under her breath, saying what Niamh could, with her enhanced hearing, just about discern as absolutely filthy talk. She began circling the two, admiring how Olivia’s breasts wobbled with the force; how Laura’s hands gripped into her doll’s flesh; how ecstatic the two of them looked, and then-

“Niamh, what the fuck.”

The fae turned around smoothly, concealing her surprise. How marvellous. Haley had decided to join them.

As she reached the end of her explanation, Niamh could tell that both human women were approaching their climaxes. Olivia’s arms were trembling slightly, her jaw working a bit as she seemed to be clawing back a bit more of her mind; while Laura’s movements were growing more erratic and her thrusts more powerful.

“I will admit,” Haley muttered next to her, “It makes for a very hot sight.”

“Would you expect any less from me, my dear?” Niamh went to say more, but at that point, both girls’ breaths hitched, and then they were both crying out and shuddering in pleasure, Laura panting and thrusting even more sloppily into Olivia’s waiting vagina, while Olivia slumped over onto the countertop entirely, arms giving out as the doll lay there bonelessly. Eventually, Laura stilled as well, collapsing on top of her.

“Should I wake them up, do you think?” Niamh asked.

“I should think so. I want my breakfast, and I can’t exactly get it with a sex doll in the way.”

“Oh, very well.”

Another slight flex of Niamh’s will, and both girls went from panting gently to looking up at the onlookers, turning bright red, and hastily moving away from each other, stammering. Niamh, after sending some magic at them to clean them up, just giggled in delight, leaving Haley to try deal with her mess. “Well, uh… good morning?”, they offered.

“I- uh- I don’t even know how to respond to that,” Olivia grumbled, recovering faster than the blushing mess that could just about be called Laura. “In the middle of the kitchen, Niamh? Really?”

“Laura was very eager, dear. And besides, you’re awake now, aren’t you?” Olivia said nothing. “Oh, come on, I’m sure you loved it, didn’t you?”

That got a slight grumble from the Korean girl, shaking Laura out of her stupor. “Oh, God, Olivia, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

Olivia immediately cut her off, pulling her into a hug, ignoring the fact that both of them were still naked. “You’re fine; it’s Niamh’s fault.” She dropped her voice to a whisper that no human could have heard, but which Niamh’s superior ears picked up on. “And besides… don’t tell Niamh, her ego’s big enough as it is, but I loved every second of it. You were fucking fantastic.”

“You mean it?” Laura whispered back.

“100 percent.”

Giving Olivia another squeeze, Laura extricated herself from her shorter roommate’s embrace and began hastily fumbling with her clothes. Olivia seemed more equanimous about it, being used at this point to random bouts of nudity under Niamh’s control. Haley approached Laura at this point, but before she could listen in, Olivia grabbed Niamh’s attention. “You couldn’t have eased the new girl in a bit? That was a lot.”

“I believed she could handle it, and I stand by that belief… but point taken. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“I don’t need making up to, really… but if you wanna, why not make breakfast for all of us?”

Niamh saluted, only slightly mockingly. “On it.”

Haley had pulled a now-covered up Laura over to the living room and sat her down as the smell of bacon began to waft through the air. “You all good there?” they asked.

“Yeah, I… Olivia said she was all good, so…”

“Oh, yeah, don’t listen to Olivia the Grouch; listen to her when she’s dropped the act. And anyway, knowing her… yeah, I think she would’ve loved it. She loves doll play; she loves being fawned over by pretty girls; that would’ve been heaven for her. But how was it for you, in the moment?”

Laura blushed. “That’s not a sentiment I’m used to hearing. But, uh… yeah, for me, that was super hot. 10 out of 10, would do again.” She giggled slightly at her joke.

Haley beamed. “Great! Well… From the smell of it, Niamh’s taking charge of breakfast, and it should be ready in a couple of minutes, so… is there anything else you wanna do quickly?”

Laura blushed, tucking some hair behind her ear. “Well, actually… you’re suddenly the only one of my roommates I haven’t kissed yet. Could… could I rectify that?”

Haley smiled gently. “Of course, darling.”