Author's note: Contains mind controlley sex stuff. But that's why you're here, no? Saw a bunch of straight stuff when browsing so I decided to make this category a little gayer. I hope you like my story! There may be potential here for a continuation if I come up with ideas (*and* if people like it), that's why there's a little tease at the end. :)
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I'd always had an eye on the student council president of our little college community. She was tall, gorgeous, and had a stare that could make any woman light headed. But I wasn't anything special, so I didn't catch her eye. I tried so hard to impress her, to make her take note of me, that I even signed up for clubs that I wasn't interested in. I thought I looked attractive. My chest could use some work, though. Nonetheless, she always seemed to have her eye on other women.
But fate has it's way of coming around, I suppose. That's what I thought when I saw the shimmering ball of light in the alleyway between home and class.
"Take the future you desire." Words sounded in my head. "And make with her what you will. You have been selected. And your ascension begins here. With your first loyal subject."
The apparition faded, and I thought nothing of it.
Until the next day, that is. I bumped into her in the middle of the hallways, between classes.
"Um. Sorry." I said.
"Aya?" She replied, giving me a curious look. "No need to apologize. It's busy here. Easy to bump into people."
I was surprised she even knew my name. "Y-Yes, Yoko." I said, feeling my cheeks flush. I caught her gaze, our eyes meeting. I felt a wave of emotion that wasn't mine. No... It was hers. I probed a bit deeper into those emotions and found words attached to them. My heart pounded. I was staring into her. And things seemed... Malleable.
"Why are you so nervous? Chin up, girl." Yoko said. "We're seniors. We've got this. Alright?"
"Yoko?" I ask, hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to go somewhere private?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. Yoko looked away. I could still feel her thoughts. I guess I didn't need to make eye contact. And if I was right, and I adjusted a thing from here and placed it there...
"Yeah. Sure. Follow me, I know the perfect place." She said.
I was shocked that it worked. But in the split second I had between decision and action, I adjusted something else. I wanted her to take my hand, and she did.
Her fingers were so warm and soft. They laced around mine in a way that made me feel absolutely secure. She lead me through the hallways, paying little to no attention to anyone else. I watched her, in a daze. Was this a power that the strange apparition had given me? ...I felt a duty to use it. No, I had to use it. I must.
I peered deep into Yoko's mind. There, I planted seeds of attraction between her and I. It was easy, because she was already as gay as I was. I felt a surge of glee upon learning that. Some false memories here and there of her casting longing glances at me every now and then, buried and mixed in with the real ones...
"This is an abandoned classroom. For the week, anyway. Pretty soundproof too." She said, as if she knew.
"Right!" I say, trying to keep my voice steady. We went in, and I closed the door behind us. There was a lock. I locked the door, and turned to Yoko.
"So what's this about, Aya?" Yoko said, turning to face me and folding her arms. She was giving me that look I was so familiar with by now, the one that made my legs weak. But there was also something else beneath it, now. A strange uncertainty. An emotion unlike her.
Now that I was faced with a question, I had to actually pick an answer. I wasn't prepared for that. But anything would work. I fumbled for the words in my head. Then I stopped. I realized I didn't need to anymore. I straightened my back, and gave her the best dominant stare I could. "I claim you." I said.
"You... Claim me?" Yoko said. She looked at me in confusion. I could feel the gears of understanding slowly churning inside her.
"You will be my loving partner." I declared.
Yoko's cheeks flushed. "Partner? I-... Yes." She paused. "Wait, yes? Why'd I say..." She frowned. "...Yes." She said, with less uncertainty, nodding. A little shift of this. A little shift of that. Aspects of her personality changing in realtime in order to allow a new reality. "Yes I will."
"I want your blouse." I said. I was already a little wet. My nipples were hard, pressing up against my shirt. Is this what they called a power trip?
Part of me didn't think she understood the nature of my demand. But there she was. She undid her shirt buttons, and slid out of the top, revealing a plain white bra. I bit my lip, looking down her cleavage and rubbing my thighs together.
I needed to be better about this. I needed to be more like her. ...So I reached into her personality, and found out what made her tick. It wasn't hard. She was staring at me, holding out her blouse. I took it, as I worked my changes. I took the parts of her that I liked and adopted them. Then, the parts of myself I didn't like, I gave her those in turn. She became a little more shy. A little more nervous. Not enough to make her bad at her position, but enough to switch our places.
I folded up Yoko's blouse and placed it on the floor. "You won't be getting this back until I give it to you." I said.
She nodded. "What do you want to do with me?" She asked. "I've never... y-you know."
