Nacia, The Spore Satyr

You knock on the door of dorm 225. You can feel the weight of your feigning free will above your shoulders as you await the answer. Before long the door gently glides open, and you are greeted by a familiar face. The satyr woman from the library cheerfully greets your disdained face with a gleeful smile. "OOOOOHHHH it worked." She shrieks in a cheer of excitement. "Who are you, and what is it you want from me?" you ask the bizarre mushroom adorned woman before you. "First things first my sweetie pie come on in and sit on my bed." She gently commands you. As though you were just told by one of your parents you silently walk in upon the satyr's room and place yourself at the foot of the bed.

The Satyr girl shuts the door behind her and walks up to you, seemingly never breaking her over enthusiastic smile the whole time. "This is amazing I had never had a real thrall before I usually just fuck with peoples head a good bit." She monologues before you. "Who are you?" You ask again trying to work up a form of commanding tone. "OH right right right. You still don't know what's happening." She says trying to reconfigure herself as more confident before you. "My name is Nacia, Where I am from I am called the spore cursed. I was enrolled to the same class as you are." She begins to explain. "Then what do you need with me if your so well known back home?" you ask confused as to your current situation. "Oh, well While I do have some control over the mind numbing spores my horn-shrooms can produce, I usually only used them to play practical jokes on locals and adventure." Nacia explains once more. "I never really had aspirations of being some villainous mind controller. Dad however thought our village could use some cutting edge negotiator though so here I am." She continues as she paces to your left and right. "So when I saw you cutely down by your own hand I thought 'Hey maybe all I need is a minion who once had greater aspirations to guide me. So after writing you the 'boobie note' and passing some of my spores to you while you were under, I set you up to become my villainous tutor." She finishes explaining beaming with a sense of positivity like she didn't just break a mind for a tutor. "Yeah, no. I'm not going to be some tutor for some airheaded goat bimbo." You say as you pick yourself up from the bed and begin to head for the door. "Well how about you show me whatcha got under those clothes." Nacia asks as you freeze in your tracks.

Much to the horror before you, you begin to grab the crop top from it's cutoff and begin to pull it off your head. "Look I know this isn't exactly Ideal for you miss Doe." Nacia says as she watches you pull your crop top over your head as a sea of your blonde hair falls out from the discarded garments. "I need to survive this place though, I don't have any ambitions I just wanna have fun like all satyrs. " She continues to explain as she circles you as you strip. "So long as you help me look like a totally mind controlling bad ass I can help you with your stuff to." She kindly said as she begins to grope your bubbly ass after you just pulled down your torn jeans and black panties. "Not that you look like you need much help in that department of course." She compliments as she continues up your waist getting a full feel of your generous curves the whole way up as you finish stripping per her command. "Besides If the goal is to control everyone in class, my spores will prevent you from even trying to control me so your fucked in that department." Nacia says as she picks up your clothes and sets them on her bed. "So basically you can become my tutor minion or I can make you a blatant slut who loves walking around campus al la nude. So what do you say pal. Wanna be my minion?" She rhetorically asks knowing all to well you can't make you own mind now. You try to fight her command off as best you can, but no matter how hard you try all your thoughts go back to serving at her feet (or hoof more properly speaking). With no way to fight off her spores control you gently nod a yes to her which fills you with a sense of pleasure you have never felt before. "YAY. Glad to have you aboard John." She squeals as she grabs your clothes from her bed. "So what do you think my first priorities should be bestie?" She asks as thought you both have been friends all your lives.