“Niamh?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Why am I naked again?”

The fae raised an elegant eyebrow as Haley, who was indeed buck-naked, stormed into the living room where they’d unceremoniously dumped their clothes. “I don’t know; why are you asking me?”

“And why are they naked, for that matter?” Haley gestured to their other two roommates, who gave them sideways looks before jumping in surprise as they realised that not only were they indeed naked, but that they had been subconsciously snuggling up to each other while in that state.

“Fuck’s sake, Niamh,” Olivia sighed as she fumbled around for her clothes, throwing Laura any of hers that had got mixed up in the pile. “That’s, what, the seventh time today?”

“I can’t help it if you all keep doing spontaneous stripteases. I just appreciate the view.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “We all know that that’s completely true; we do all like undressing at random. Niamh!” she added as she regained control of her mouth. “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

“Oh, I can think of lots of things that could get into me tonight…”

Laura jumped in surprise again as she realised her hand was no longer buttoning up her shirt but instead sliding across Niamh’s skirt. “Look, I’m just as annoyed as you are,” she began as she snatched the hand back, “but you have to admit, Olivia, that was an open goal.”

“Is that the only thing she’s leaving open?”

Haley sighed. “I don’t even need to look to know that you’re making Olivia spread her legs, Niamh.” An outraged squeak from behind them confirmed it. “And that was far less subtle; one would almost think you’re trying to provoke me.”

“Provoke you to do what, dear? Suck your thumb, perhaps?”

With an irritated huff, Haley pulled their thumb out of their mouth and whirled around to look Niamh dead in the eyes. “Okay, you’ve had your warning, you brat.” They held up their forefinger, moving it towards Niamh’s forehead; the fae’s eyes instantly snapped towards it, her jaw falling open slightly. “I was actually assuming that you wanted to provoke me into telling you to focus… and follow… and fall… and shut down.” They tapped the finger against Niamh’s head, and the fae went instantly boneless, eyes rolling back deep in her head as she toppled off the couch to crash into Haley’s hastily outstretched arms. “That’s right,” Haley continued. “Body off… brain off… will totally under my control. What’s in that pretty head right now, gorgeous?”

“Nothing, Mxtress,” came the tiniest little voice from their arms.

“That’s right. You’re just my empty-headed little faerie; my good little girl… or, rather, my naughty little girl who needs to be taught a lesson. Shall we begin, precious?”

Laura cleared her throat from behind them. “Uh, sorry - context? Is this another thing you forgot to explain to me?” Her tone was light, clearly picked up more from Olivia’s grousing than from actual annoyance.

Olivia piped up from beside her. “Not so much something we forgot, as something Niamh really doesn’t like to talk about until she’s sure she can trust you. I think you’re right,” she added to Haley, “she was definitely provoking you - or even magically nudging you - into triggering her, because just saying, “okay, you can hypnotise me again,” was too simple a plan for her.”

“I didn’t know fae even could be hypnotised,” Laura noted.

Haley laughed, still cradling Niamh’s entranced form. “Not just can be. It turns out that, once you get a fae to accept you as an equal - and good luck with that, but we seem to have managed it - anyway, once you get there, then compared to humans, they’re hyper suggestible.”

Laura stepped closer, clearly intrigued. “Really?”

“Yuh huh! I’ve had experience hypnotising humans, and it took me probably weeks’ worth of sessions to get them this far. Niamh was like this after half an hour our first time, and now this is how deep she starts; it’s crazy. I mean, I’m probably not giving you much of a framework for how deep she is; go ahead and have fun with her body while I figure out what to do with our little brat, if you want.”

Crouching down next to the pair, Laura grabbed Niamh by the armpits and pulled her sleeping body out of Haley’s lap and into hers. The fae was a complete deadweight, the soft, sleepy murmur escaping her lips the only indication that she had any sort of awareness of what was going on. As Haley stood up and began quietly conferring with Olivia, Laura’s hands began to freely roam Niamh’s body: stroking her face; slipping under and over her dress to grab at her breasts; and sliding in between her legs to toy with her there. She already knew that Niamh rarely wore underwear, a side-effect of her obvious lack of shame - she’d claimed previously that she wouldn’t wear dresses either if it didn’t mean that the house would get public indecency complaints - but Laura had rarely been as cognizant of that fact as she was now, with unfettered access to her pliant body. Aside from that first quiet noise, Niamh was now completely silent even as Laura began to work her body up, her breath barely even changing; clearly she was still dropping deeper.

Niamh was just about beginning to drool onto Laura’s shirt - and create a matching stain on her leggings - when Haley cleared their throat. “Alright! Sorry I didn’t get your input there, Laura, but you looked like you were having too much fun there. And besides, Olivia and I have more experience of disciplining this naughty thing, so we know exactly what buttons to push.” They got back down to Laura’s current level, giving Niamh a couple affectionate but none-too-gentle pats on the cheek, making her head bobble back and forth.

Laura grinned up at Haley, and Olivia behind them. “You’re all good; I would’ve spoken up if I wanted to make a suggestion. So what’s the plan?”

Haley made grabby hands at her, and Laura willingly bundled Niamh back over. They looked down at the fae with an almost predatory grin forming on their face. “How many thoughts are in that pretty little head of yours, Niamh?” they asked softly.

“None, Mxtress.” Her voice was even softer now, quiet enough that it felt like even the flapping of a butterfly’s wings would drown it out.

“That’s right,” Haley cooed. “There’s no Niamh in there right now; just my perfect, empty doll. You’re so pretty right now, sweetie, now that all that brattiness has been pulled out of that naughty head of yours. I’d almost want to keep you like this forever, if I could… But I can’t, and so Niamh has to go make a menace of herself. And silly, naughty, bratty girls need to be punished, don’t they?”

“Yes, Mxtress.”

“Yes, they do. So, what’s going to happen… I’m going to put my dolly exactly where I want it; because you’ll obey me perfectly, won’t you, gorgeous? And then we’ll let Niamh back into that head, and she can be punished for her behaviour this evening.”

Haley abruptly stood up, pulling Niamh to her feet with them, and Laura had to shake herself out of the reverie she’d found herself in watching the pair. If she wasn’t careful, she reflected, she’d be dropping too. Niamh was just about standing on her own two feet as Haley and Olivia worked to pull her out of her pink frilly dress. Leaving it on the floor in an unkempt pile, just like they’d been made to do with their own clothes, the pair bundled the fae over to the couch, which they bent her over, hands planted against the backrest. From this angle, Laura had a perfect view of Niamh’s dazed face: eyes glazed over, expression blank and sexy in a completely unconscious way. The other two fussed around with Niamh’s exact pose before Olivia backed up, satisfied, and Haley bent over to speak into the (mostly-)blonde’s ear.

“On the snap of my fingers, Niamh will return, but you’ll be locked in this position: bent over the couch, butt up in the air ready to be disciplined. And as we spank you… with each hit, you’ll become a little bit dumber; find it a bit harder to be witty or sarcastic or conniving; get a little bit sluttier. With every spank, more thoughts just fly out of that pretty little head, until you’re just a bimbo who’ll do anything we ask. Do you understand, dear?”

An unconscious shudder ran through Niamh’s body. “Yes, Mxtress.”

“Good girl. Waking up, ready to be taught a lesson, in 1, 2, 3…”

Haley snapped their fingers right next to Niamh’s ear, the fae flinching in surprise as expression returned to her face: confusion, followed by a façade of mild annoyance and resignation, over what Laura was pretty sure was nervous excitement. “I-is this really necessary, Mxtress?” she asked.

“Necessary? Well, perhaps not… After all, your prior spankings never seemed to teach you a lesson either. Actually, you make a compelling point; perhaps I shouldn’t spank you. Is that what you want?” They traced a hand gently over the curve of Niamh’s buttocks.

The fae bit back a noise of some sort, licked her lips, and then, reluctantly, answered, “No, Mxtress…”

“That’s better. You know what’s good for you, don’t you? Are you ready to begin, then?”

Niamh seemed to consider her words for a second, then: “Give me your worst.”

Haley chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’ll regret saying that, honey.”

Moving to get a better angle, Haley brought their hand down against Niamh’s rear with a resounding smack. The fae jolted forward with a gasp, which turned into a sigh as Haley began to soothe it slightly. “Is that all you’ve got?” she asked.

“You do keep digging yourself deeper, don’t you?” Haley sighed. With little warning, they brought their hand down three more times, drawing three increasingly high-pitched squeaks out of Niamh’s mouth and causing her to briefly lose her pose. As she recovered it, Laura noticed a slightly dazed look beginning to spread over her face.

“I, um… I didn’t really feel that?” Niamh tried. Her voice was wavering slightly, and it might have been Laura’s imagination, but she thought the fae was also sounding a bit more breathy and girly.

“Well, in that case, maybe I should pass the baton to Olivia.”

Niamh looked slightly alarmed at this comment as the Korean girl stepped up behind her. “Why would you be looking nervous, cutie?” Laura found herself asking.

“Nervous? Me? N-never…”

“Really? So you’re not at all concerned that I know exactly where all your sweet spots are?” Olivia didn’t give her a chance to answer, instead bringing her hand down with a solid crack against the fae’s rear. As Haley had done, she followed it up with several more, each drawing a louder, throatier gasp from Niamh’s lips. “Did you feel any of those, you naughty thing?” Olivia husked.

Niamh giggled; an uncharacteristically girlish sound, coming from her. “I, uh, maybe? A bit?”

“More importantly, did you like it? Because good girls aren’t meant to enjoy spankings…”

“…No?” Niamh tried, simultaneously wiggling her butt in an incredibly unsubtle manner. “But, um, I’ve been so naughty, maybe you should spank me a few more times just to- aah!” She let out something halfway between a moan and a shriek as Olivia took her up on the offer. Niamh was now unsteady on her feet, rocking forward slightly with every hit. Laura realised she’d been ogling the fae’s chest when she looked up at her and winked. “Enjoying the view there, hot stuff? Is there any way I can improve it?” She jiggled her breasts slightly to emphasise her point.

Laura laughed, a little bit nervously. “Well, I don’t know about intelligence, but you’ve clearly done a number on her subtlety, which I’d say is below that of the proverbial bull right now…”

Olivia scoffed at the fae. “Not to mention her libido, which I’d say is rather above that of the bull. Look at you, you dirty thing, you’re practically dripping onto the carpet.” She delivered a quick pinch to Niamh’s rear to emphasise her point; the fae giggled and slumped over the back of the couch.

“Aww,” cooed Haley. “Look at her; I’d say she’s well and truly softened up by now. What do you think, Niamh?”

“Huh? I, uh… What was the question?”

“I’d take that as a yes,” Laura chimed in. “So, uh, what do we do now?”

Olivia’s expression practically turned feral. “Now… we put our bimbo fuckdoll to use. Don’t we, Niamh?”

“Yuh huh! That’s me!”

“Can you cart her up to her room?” Olivia asked Haley. “Oh, and is it alright if I take dibs on her face to begin with? I’ve been itching to shut up that pretty mouth of hers for a while.”

“Fine by me,” Haley nodded. As they scooped Niamh up over a shoulder, they turned to Laura. “How… involved d’you wanna be tonight?” they asked.

“I’ll see how I go, but for now… I think I wanna get right in there.”

“Attagirl,” Haley grinned.

“Oh- as long as she can still do that protection thingy.”

“Yeah, I think she’ll have just enough braincells left for that…” Niamh smiled vaguely at Laura over Haley’s shoulder, bobbling her head in an approximation of a nod.

The rest of the night quickly turned into something of a blur. Niamh’s room seemed to have that effect; it already seemed to defy reality to some extent, as Laura could’ve sworn that there wasn’t enough space to fit it all into the floorplan. But she still had plenty of moments she could clearly make out in her memories afterwards. All three of them atop Niamh’s body: Olivia at her mouth, Laura between her legs, Haley grinding against her stomach in the middle of them, all three humans exploring each other’s bodies. Haley strapped up, gripping Niamh’s hips tight as they thrust into her, driving her mouth forward onto Laura’s cock. Olivia using the strap on Laura for the first time, and God, that was an experience as she desperately made out with Niamh. Sitting back, collapsed in a pleasure-filled, euphoric puddle, as Haley and Olivia passed Niamh between them, moving in an effortless, erotic dance. And then all four of them collapsing together in a sweaty, exhausted, satisfied heap on Niamh’s four-poster bed.

Laura was snuggled somewhere between Niamh’s breasts and Olivia’s thighs when Haley quietly spoke up. “I dunno about you two, but I’m ready to get to sleep right now.”

“Seconded,” Olivia said. “D’you want Niamh to, uh, make us…”

Haley seemed to immediately catch her drift. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Make us what?” Laura mumbled.

“She can basically… tug on our minds, I guess? To bring us all into the same mental state she’s in now,” Olivia explained.

“Mmm… yes, please.”

“You hear that, Niamh?” Haley asked. Niamh didn’t respond verbally, but made a soft, happy noise that sounded like agreement. “Good girl. And then when we wake up in the morning, you’ll be back to normal, and you’ll put us back to normal. Okay?” Another agreeing noise. “Alright then, Niamh… draw us down.”

A wave of soft, hazy, blank, simple happiness enveloped Laura’s mind, and she gurgled happily as her roommates - her new favourite people in the world - all snuggled closer together, and, as one, fell into a deep sleep.