Grace pressed her foot down on the pedal, zipping through the empty campus in the sober sisters cart. The distance between her and Kyla's room, combined with the cold air, helped take the edge off. The speed with which she was traveling was precarious, though. She hated it, but the adrenaline – the risk – is what kept her mind clear and focused. Any slower and her mind would wander to what awaited her at Lambda Epsilon Sigma. She didn't have a solution for that, yet. In the mean time, she had a job to do.

When she got to Lambentor Quad, her phone buzzed. For a moment, fear gripped her. What if it was Kyla? She'd left the room in such a hurry that she wasn't sure she'd gotten a chance to fix everything. Grace could still feel the phantom warmth of herself clenching around her fingers. She'd been so close. Her phone continued to buzz. If it was Kyla, she'd just...not answer it. Easy.

She hazarded a glance. Not Kyla. She sighed and slowed the cart. It was just Casey, her best friend from high school. They'd drifted a bit since freshman year began. Well...they'd drifted a lot, actually. Casey was clever and her knack for unsparingly breaking down issues - along with near perfect SATs - had gotten her accepted into UPenn, Cornell, and Georgetown for business. She'd chosen UPenn ("I deserve the best," she'd said with a shrug) and moved halfway across the country. Meanwhile, Grace had stayed put.

The physical distance between her and the girl she'd called her best friend since 4th grade pushed Grace out of her shell. The result was that she'd come into her own, embracing a sexual confidence that she'd been surprised by herself. It's not like she'd exactly been a virgin when she arrived on campus. She just...hadn't had a lot of practical experience. Now, midway into their second semester, she'd become a girl who didn't mind asking for what she wanted.

At least, she thought that was the case until tonight. Now it all seemed confused. Still, Casey might help with that. Despite the growing distance in their friendship, Casey had remained someone that Grace trusted about her love life. It's why she was calling: Casey insisted on it each time there was a breakup. Grace was thankful for that.

Casey had always been the logical one that Grace could rely on to sort out her messy emotions. More than that, though? Casey was a devout Christian woman of upstanding morals. She was as chaste and straight as they made 'em...and Lord knows Grace could use a splash of cold heterosexual water right now. She answered the call. "Hey, you!"

"...are you driving right now?" Casey didn't mince words and didn't know how to not ask what was on her mind.

"I'm just driving the sober sisters cart, so--"

"Oh, I can hang up if--"

"No, please. I'd...I'd really like to hear your voice. I've had a weird night."

"Aw, I'm sorry to here that, Grace. What happened?"

"Well, it...okay, you known how I was seeing that guy? Ans--"

"I told you Anson was an asshole!"

"That's not-- okay, that's part of it, but...that's not really the issue."

"Oh, no. What did your roommate do now?"

The question caught Grace off-guard. "What? Nothin--" She went to gesticulate and forgot she was driving the cart. The move sent the cart veering for a moment before Grace slammed on the brakes. It skidded for a few feet before stopping. "Nothing! Kyla, uhm..."

Grace's stomach bottomed out, ice filling her veins. God, this was going to be hard. "I uh...I just...she was acting sort of weird tonight."

"You mean because she's a predatory dyke?"

"Casey!"

"I'm sorry, Grace, but I stopped by to visit two months ago and every time your back was turned she couldn't keep from...leering. It's unnatural!"

"It's not her fault!" Grace didn't know why she wanted to push back against this. Hadn't this been why she answered the call in the first place?

"Then what's going on? You said you had a weird night..."

"I uh, okay. So she might've said something, but--"

"I knew it!"

"But I might have, uh...agreed? To a bet! To see if she could turn me into a lesbian."

"She's such a weirdo. As if that would ever work on you! You're, like...you're Grace! You're straight!"

"Y-yeah. Exactly! I am Grace and I'm really straight!" This is why she'd called.

"You've never so much as looked at another woman! It's just preposterous liberal propaganda spread to--" Grace loved her friend. She did. Casey had seen her through some of the worst moments of her life. She was smart and generous. But this part? The way she could go off on a rant at a moment's notice about the depravities of "modern culture"? Grace hated it.

But she couldn't hang up, so she held the phone away from her ear and placed one of her hands back on the wheel. Grace had places to be...and knowing Casey? She could get to the pickup site and get back before Casey finished her rant. Grace put the pedal to the metal and sped off.

Her friend's voice helped take the edge off and keep her grounded. As she whipped past a strange glass and metal building that looked as though a geodesic dome had been rotated 90 degrees and planted into the ground, her mind went to Kyla. The Arrengton Science Structure was home to many of her roommate's classes this semester. Grace had stopped by it exactly once with Kyla. She remembered Kyla getting real cagey about Grace stepping inside with her, but hadn't thought anything of it. But with Casey yammering on about the very real effects of 5G Internet on the brains women, Grace couldn't help it. Briefly, she wondered if there was something in the building that could explain this.

She slowed the cart to a stop again as Casey began extolling the virtues of the Whole30 diet and the value that came with presenting a "proper feminine form". She stepped out onto the clay brick pedestrian path, peering at the Structure. Midway up, the lights were on in one room. Except it was more than that...the room was glowing. The lights pulsed and as they did, Grace felt the pulse within herself, too. Warm and low and needing to be felt. She didn't know how long she stared at it before her phone buzzed.

It broke her reverie. Peering down, she saw a notification, forwarded from the Sober Sisters phone. It was a reminder of her responsibilities. Shifting back and forth for a moment longer, she resisted the urge to look back at the pulsing light. Instead, she got back into the cart, ignored the wetness between her thighs, and sped off. Casey had transitioned to the role of the media in "cucking men".

Veering around another corner at speed, Grace saw her destination come into view: Delta Delta House. The frat house was known for their ragers. Based on the muffled thump-thump-thump from the bass system, tonight was no different. Ragers, though, meant plenty of people drinking plenty of alcohol...which meant plenty of reasons to ensure her sisters stayed safe.

Normally, she would've felt unalloyed relief at her impending arrival. Volunteering as a sober sister was something that Grace did not just to relieve the other sisters of the duty, but because to her it mattered. Both she and Casey had grown up in a faith that emphasized that good works were necessary. Except it had also been one of the many ways she and Kyla had bonded. Grace didn't know why Kyla would even bother: she was busy enough as it was between her degree and her athletic obligations. Still, she'd accepted her company uncritically.

Casey's tinny voice explained how there were various confounding factors when it came to climate change.

Less than a block away now, Grace recognized the two Lambda sisters who'd requested a sober ride. On a night of strange things happening, this might have been the strangest sight of all.

Jenna and Rose loathed each other. They had for months now.

The particulars as far as Grace knew was that Rose had had a crush on Tad, whom Jenna was dating at the time. Rose made no secret of her feelings, though at first the sniping had been in jest. As time rolled on, it deepened into something real and mutual. Nobody could say what had made the two so bitter. One night, though, another sister had seen the two of them get into a shouting match. After that came the Jenna-Rose War. It'd never risen to a level requiring physical intervention. Nonetheless, they'd become subject matter experts in waging psychological warfare against each other.

Except as Grace pulled up to the curb next to them, they seemed to be hugging. If not for how aware she was of her body's warmth - heightened as the light breeze from the cart's speed fell away - she'd believe this was a dream. A strange, erotic dream in which she not only liked women, but desperately wanted Kyla between her thighs, making Grace squirm and buck. No. No. She had a job to do. This was real, which meant she had to focus on accepting what she was seeing.

And that meant accepting that Jenna and Rose were getting along. Not just getting along, they looked...well, they looked drunk. Jenna's lipstick was a little smudged. Rose's mascara had gone a little runny, getting a bit splotchy. Still, though, seeing the two women cling to each other was just...strange. There was no other words for it.

"Hey girls! Ride's here." Grace said, interrupting when she saw the two girls' face listing closer to each other. Jenna and Rose broke the hug and giggled, sliding into the back seat. The way they only seemed to have eyes for each other was unnerving. It didn't look antagonistic "Ready?" Grace asked. She didn't want to be still. "I'm ready!" Chirped Jenna. "Yep!" affirmed Rose. Grace swung the cart around and sped off back towards home. Grace steadied herself for Jenna and Rose's bickering to start back up, but minutes passed in silence.

As they neared Lambda Epsilon Sigma House, Grace found the worry about what she'd find when she got back growing. Her eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, to the girls in the back seat. Had they really made back up? It seemed impossible. And focusing on them kept Grace from focusing on other things, so...

"You two seem much more...friendly tonight," Grace said, her voice raised to combat the din of the cart's electric motor. She peered into the rearview mirror and saw Jenna and Rose exchange a look, then giggle. Then she saw Rose put a hand on Grace's upper thigh. It almost made Grace lose control of the cart. "Yeah, we uh...we worked something things out between us," said Rose. Her eyes were fixed on Jenna, ferocious and hungry.

"Mmmmhmm! It turns out all we needed was to relax a little!" Jenna's bright, chipper voice held an undercurrent of innuendo. Rose gave Jenna's thigh a squeeze and then her hand slid up higher. "Rose!" Jenna squeaked. "What? Grace doesn't mind, right?" Rose's queried.

Grace's heart skipped a beat. "Wh-what?" And it was true that Grace could hardly stop herself from leering as Rose's hand disappeared underneath Jenna's dress. "B-but you're both str- I-I thought you two were...were..." Grace spluttered. It made no sense. They hated each other.

"W-we thought that, too, until– oh fuck right there – she gave us that candle and told us it'd make us more relaxed." Grace's blood ran cold. She knew she should stop the cart. Leave. They were just down the street. But another part of her needed to know. "She? Do you mean Kyla?" Jenna threw back her head as Rose's fingers continued their ministrations, then nodded. "She hated seeing us fiiiiiiiiii– ahhhhh!" Jenna moaned, her thighs clenching. "You're doing so good, baby. You're so, so good," Rose whispered as Jenna collapsed into her, body twisting and hips bucking.

Grace felt the cart stop before she realized she was back at Lambda Epsilon Sigma. Her heart smashed against her ribs. She was panting, shaking. A slick heat suffused her core and her clit ached. She couldn't take her eyes off the sight she was witnessing. Jenna had hated Rose, but now she was letting her nemesis use her. "You're my slut. My toy. My whore." Rose growled.

"Yessssss," Grace moaned. She hadn't even realized she'd done it.

Jenna and Rose looked at her and then broke out into a giggle. "What do you think, baby? Should we let her join us?" Rose words were diabolical, so tempting. "I-I hmmmm oh fuck I'm so close just like that yes!"

As Grace looked on, Rose's other hand snaked up Jenna's dress and pinched Jenna's nipple. Hard.

Jenna let out a howling moan as she came hard, pressing herself against Rose. Rose nipped at her ear, then turned her attention to Grace. "So? Want in?" Grace knew if she stayed there, she would say yes. No. She needed to run, to flee, to get help...

And then she was outside of the door to her room, twisting the handle. It swung open to a dark room, lit by dozens of faintly glowing candles. The scent of apple-cinnamon set her on edge. She shouldn't be here! Grace took a step inside. Run away! Then a few more. This is a trap. She closed the door behind her. _{Just leave.}

"Hey there, pretty girl." Kyla's voice was low and throaty. Grace turned to face her. She sat in a chair, wearing nothing but a red robe that stopped at her mid-thigh. Her legs were splayed open as she lounged. "Enjoying your night?" She raised an eyebrow.

"What did you do to me?" Grace met Kyla's gaze, furious. This would come to a stop, this had to- had to...had Kyla's eyes always been that wonderful shade of brown?

"I didn't do anything to you."

"Yes, you did!"

Kyla laughed and then shrugged, leaning forward. "Okay, I'll indulge you. Crack the case. Tell me what I did."

Grace pointed to the apple-cinnamon candle. "It's the candle. Jenna and Rose, they were straight, too! But when I went to pick them up, they said they got a candle from you. And then they were all...kinky and gay with each other!" Grace was triumphant, even now. It made Kyla's heart swell. She broke out into a wide, admiring grin that only made Grace more bewildered. "What the hell are you smiling for?!" Grace shouted.

"I'm smiling because...you liked that, didn't you?" Kyla couldn't keep the enjoyment from her voice. "You liked seeing them touching and exploring. Being so free with each other, even in front of you." Grace's cheeks burned bright red.

"Yes!" she hissed, without thinking about it. It made her mad. Mad enough to fight this. "And then on your computer, there's an application. I saw the icon! It's a pink little D. I bet it works with the candles to make girls into dykes like you."

Kyla stared at Grace, admiration mingling with the intensity in her gaze. Then she sighed. "You got it mostly right, except for one thing."

Grace scoffed. "No! I got it right and you know it! Tell me I'm right!" She stamped her foot.

Kyla shrugged, sighing. "I'm sorry, Grace. You're not."

"Oh yeah? Well then show me the D!" Grace shouted, jabbing a finger toward Kyla's laptop. It was only when Kyla stood that Grace knew she'd misspoken. A mischievous grin spread across Kyla's face. "Alright..." Kyla began to undo the knot of her robe. Grace stumbled backward and tripped, landing on the ground. "W-wait I meant the app on your-"

Kyla's robe went liquid as she shrugged it from her shoulders, the silky fabric puddling in a floor around her feet. Grace watched it for a moment before she felt compelled to let her eyes travel upwards. Primal heat burned through her, scrambling her thoughts and rendering any attempt to resist in vain...not that she'd wanted to. And then Grace's eyes beheld the loveliest dick she'd ever seen. To most others, it would've been unremarkable. Average. Grace didn't care. Not that she could form thoughts right now, but if she could she would've thought it was perfect. Immaculate. Because it belonged to the woman she'd been in love with since they first met. The sight of it cinched the binds around her mind tight. Fear fled her. All that remained was lust and craving for it. Conscious thought burnt away as she felt her cunt throb.

Kyla sauntered towards Grace, relishing every bit of her roommate's surrender. It made her cock stiffen. Fuck, she was so hard and she wanted this so, so bad. But she knew that this wasn't done. Not yet. Not even as the blonde girl's mouth lolled open, eyes pleading for Kyla to slide herself in and fuck Grace's face. Because even as hot as that would be, Kyla loved Grace. So she slid a hand to Grace's cheek, pushing her back as she tried to take Kyla into her mouth.

"See, the thing you got wrong was that the app doesn't make women into lesbians. It can't make anyone into anything. It works with the nanites from the candle to help make you honest with yourself about what you want. Jenna and Rose, well...those two had been dancing around for it a while. They didn't know how to be honest about how they could want to love, and to hurt, and love to hurt each other. All my app can do is let you Discern what you actually want. For me? It made me honest about how much I'd wanted you. Loved you. Would dedicate myself to you if you wanted it." Kyla held up her hands. "Okay, yes. It did tell me about your corruption fetish, how hot you'd get if it felt like I was corrupting you. So you're right. I'm making you a lesbian. Corrupting you into a dyke fuckslut. How does that feel?"

"Fffuuuckslut so gooooood," Grace moaned.

"And I still have your consent?" Kyla's voice was soft. Her heart skipped a beat, a pit forming in her stomach. It could all still go wrong. And she'd have to live with whatever happened afterward.

Grace's senses cleared as she heard Kyla's question, hopeful and tender. She stood, meeting Kyla's gaze. The arousal in her still raged, but she knew that if she wanted to she could say "no". Kyla would lose. This would end. All the parts of Grace that had once scared her would go away. She'd be acceptable and polite and vanilla.

"Kyla." Grace stripped off her top. "I want you to fuck me over and over again until I cannot move." She pulled off her jean shorts. "I want you to tie me up and breed me." Grace's bra fell to the ground. "I want you to show me off, put me in slutwear and a collar." Grace slid her panties down. "I want you to do nasty, amazing things to me. Transform me. Corrupt me. Tame me like the brat I am." Grace's body flushed with desire. "Please. I need it. I need you. You have my consent. God yes." She stepped forward and closed the distance between them.

Kyla had imagined their first kiss for years. This was so much better. Grace was warm and wet, her body grinding against Kyla's as their tongues did the same. She could've stayed like that for an eternity, but Grace had other plans. "Please can I have your cock?" She whined. Kyla obliged, lifting Grace into the air. Grace wrapped her legs around Kyla's torso, clinging to her. They sat there for a tender moment, knowing this marked the beginning of something great. Then Grace's hips rocked downward, taking Kyla fully into her.

"Oh fuck," groaned Kyla, her knees buckling for a moment. Grace moaned and giggled, tensing herself around Kyla's girth. Kyla knees went weak again. "Grace, if you keep doing that I-" And Grace did it again. Kyla almost toppled over before catching herself. Grace gave her a shit-eating, defiant grin. "Brat," Kyla said. "Yep!" Grace beamed. "So, what're you gonna do about it?"

Kyla smirked and tossed Grace onto her bed. Grace had barely landed when she felt Kyla's face bury itself into her wet and waiting snatch. Her tongue was revelatory. Everywhere it teased set off warm sparks of pleasure and arousal and oh fuck how did she ever think she didn't want this? One of Grace's hands gripped the fabric of the bed. The other teased her engorged nipples. She was close. So close. And then Kyla withdrew. The slickness on her face gleamed in the candlelight.

"Noooo," Grace let out a pathetic whine.

Kyla leaned forward, relishing Grace's display. "Oh? Do you need something?"

"N-no."

"Really?"

Grace felt Kyla's fingers graze her clit. She let out a groan. Grace gave her a playful grin. "Really."

"Defiant to the very end," mused Kyla as her fingers curled, then slid inside of Grace's slick folds. Grace's body thrummed as Kyla teased and massaged. She felt the arousal in her reach its crest again and Kyla withdrew. Again. Grace let out a pitiful whine. It was torturous and she loved every second of it. She couldn't imagine being treated any other way. "What do you need?"

"Please use my cunt however you want. Pleaaaaase," Grace panted.

"Then be honest. What are you?"

"Straight!"

Kyla gave her clit a light flick. Grace's hips bucked, the pain of it melting into the pleasure of knowing that she was Kyla's to use. She was close to giving in.

"What. Are. You?"

"S-straightest girl ev-" Her words were cut off by the rattling moan that escaped her lips when Kyla plunged three fingers into her, swirled, and withdrew.

"Tell me what you are, Grace."

Grace inhaled, smelling apple-cinnamon and the wonderful scent of her own arousal. Her grin grew wider. "I'm str-"

Kyla's cock slapped her wet folds.

"Fuuuuck I'm such a lesbian whore. I'm so so sorry please, PLEASE fuck me."

Ten minutes later, Grace was ass-up, face-down on her bed, blissed out as Kyla railed her. The lewd sloshing and slapping noises as Kyla hammered out a steady rhythm were euphoric. Grace had lost. Had been made to lose. It felt amazing. She was free. She loved women. Loved their tits, their lips, mmmmm and especially loved their dicks. The thought almost sent her over the edge. Then Kyla thrust deep into her. Grace felt her lover's cock twitch and she came as well, welcoming a flood of cum. Both spent, they slumped over onto the bed. Kyla kissed Grace's back.

As her arousal faded, Grace felt a surge of remorse and panic hit her. Had they really just done that? "...Ky?"

"Yeah?"

"It doesn't scare you?"

"What doesn't?"

"Me. The things I'm into. The uh, kinks."

"Hey, look at me?"

Grace turned to face her.

"There is not a thing in this world that could stop me from loving you. All of you. Everything you want to try, we'll try," Kyla said.

Grace knew she meant it, too. She sighed.

"What time is it?" Grace asked.

"I dunno," Kyla said. "You find out."

Grace tsk'ed. "Just because you sexual dominated me into being your fucktoy doesn't mean you can order me around."

Kyla slapped her ass. "Yes, it does."

Grace giggled. "Okay, maybe it does."

Feeling a bit boneless, she nonetheless pushed herself off the bed. Grace wandered over to her jean shorts and pulled the phone out of the back pocket. Shame struck her as she looked at the screen: she'd forgotten to hang up. And then it vanished as a grin crept across her face. She held the phone to her ear.

"Hey Casey...you should come visit. I'm, like...totally in need of rescuing."

* * *

"--Tits out--" Grace said.

"--tits fully out, telling me to domme her!" Kyla completed the sentence.

Grace rested her shoulder on Mistress Kyla's head. She wore black PVC platform heels and black, backless latex dress. Around her neck was a pink collar - fastened with a silver heart. A sleeve of tattoos now ran up one of her arms. Her hair had been shorn short and dyed pink.

"So she did!" Grace looked at her Mistress, devoted and adoring.

"And we've been lovers ever since."

Casey stared in shock, even as the sweet scent of apple-cinnamon filled her nose.