A morning in the life of an over-wrought R.A...

Vivien pounded her fist on the residents door again, growing beyond agitated. It was the first week of the new semester, heck it wasn't even the first day of classes yet and already she was being dragged out of her comfortable, and more importantly, single person room to deal with this shit. As the R.A. for the freshmen residence she got certain perks; perks that she had coveted and was set on enjoying, preferably without interruptions like this.

For instance; she got her own room all to herself.

That might not had seemed like a big deal but after her first year sharing with Hayley; who was a disorganized, under-motivated pot-smoking slob who didn't respect personal space or property and snored like a meat-grinder to boot. Vivien, who considered herself a fairly tolerant person felt like she had been pushed to the edge of reason by the third time she had caught Hayley "borrowing" her toothbrush, seriously?! Who does that?

She had felt trapped like an animal in a slowly tightening noose as Hayley slowing encroached more and more into Vivien's side of the room with her discarded towels, dirty underwear, smelly sneakers and trash... actual trash! What was she? Some kind of stoned-out hoarder?! That first year couldn't be over fast enough and the only reason that Vivien had done so well in classes was because she spent most of her free time in the library dreading the moment she would have to return to her room and her misbegotten trash-monster of a roomie.

Then her second year came around and she finally got a chance to change residences and more importantly room-mates. That's when she met Carol and Carol was from a small town and had seemed nice. The fun, bubbly excitable little blonde had been so friendly when they first met and continued to be so throughout the year. In truth Carol was a very friendly girl and had got quite popular... so popular in fact that she was often out late in the evenings with "friends". Not that Vivien had minded that at first. It gave her the space she so desperately desired from Hayley the year before.

Then it started, the first time it happened Vivien had not known what to do.

On their fourth night rooming together Carol came stumbling in after midnight, reeking of booze and shushing someone that she led trailing by the hand behind her. Vivien had laid in her bed, not 12 feet away from Carol's own, back turned and wide eyed as the bouncy little blonde got very loud and extra bouncy with her male companion well into the wee hours, filling the small room with their grunt, cries and the smell of sweat and sex.

The next morning Carol had been horribly embarrassed and profusely apologized for the awkwardness blaming the booze and it would have been fine if it had stopped there... but it didn't. The small town girl just had her first taste of partying, discovered her new zest for sex and couldn't seem to control herself. It was as if the eighteen year old co-ed was making up for lost time by screwing all comers with reckless, wanton abandon!

Near nightly couplings with a series of different partners had Carol wailing in pleasure most evenings and Vivien was back to teetering on the edge of frustrated madness once again. The final straw had come when Carol returned early one Tuesday evening with twin male fawns (actual fawns with goat legs, horns and tufty little tails!) from the Delta Theta Zeta fraternity mixer and Vivien had fled. The moaning, rutting and... oh god, the bleating was too much for her. Goddam fucking Fae!

So it had been back to the library for her, staying later and later into the evenings studying and trying to block out the memories of the sights, smells and... oh dear Jesus... the sounds of Carol, her roomies paramours and their shared living space. Her personal life had been in utter shambles but her scholastic life had blossomed as she honed her academic mind to a razors edge in those long hours studying. Her near perfect scores had caught the attention of her tutors and then the administration. She was a proven quantity; a serious and diligent student with no black marks on her file or known behavioral issues. So this year they had offered her the position of R.A. over in the male human freshman block and it came with several perks and privileges...

The first and foremost of these was a room of her own, all on her own.

Dear God Almighty but she could have wept at that part of the offer alone... but a room of her own in the male human freshman block? Well that was kind of interesting in it's own right wasn't it? Despite the **** of living in close quarters with questionable companions for the last two years, Vivien was still a woman... well maybe a girl if she was being honest... with desires and needs like any other 21 year old college co-ed.

She hadn't come here expecting to be driven head first into the cool sterile confines of the library and her art history studies by unbearable living circumstances, she had come here hoping to have a little fun too. Hell, it was college wasn't it!?

She wanted to attend a party or two, maybe flirt with a few cute boys, possibly have that college romance with a steady guy. She wanted the full college experience and up until this year it had been snatched rudely away from her. Then she was put in charge of monitoring an entire block full of fresh faced, newly minted male students fresh out of high school! She had watched them arrive, get assigned rooms and begin moving in with what may have been a predatory eye. Why wouldn't she?

There were so many of them and of every variety! Young jocks still sporting letterman jackets over frames that ranged from the lean, muscular forms of swimmers to the heavy, broad shoulder muscles of footballers. Handsome, thoughtful types dressed in more muted styles that looked as though they would join a book club or poetry gathering, with long hair and deep ponderous eyes that a girl could drown in. The wild ones on skateboards in hoodies, the country boys with that hometown charm, the bad boys in torn black denim and studded leather... all a potential buffet she had been denied for the last two years. Two years of social life that she wanted back dammit!

She didn't desire them in the same cock-hungry way Carol did, nor with the wildness that those unfairly gorgeous Fae girls on campus did but was it wrong for her to want a young guy of her own to go on coffee dates with? To snuggle up with in a dark cinema? To flirt with and kiss at a dorm party or to even take her out dancing? Surely not. She knew she wasn't unattractive; high-school boyfriends had called her "cute" and "sweet" so why couldn't she round out her college experience and get herself a man?

Well she was their R.A. for a start. Consuming the guidelines and regulations her new position required her to enforce made it clear that fraternizing with any under her care was heavily frowned upon, not strictly forbidden but far from encouraged. Did that make the idea even hotter, that it was forbidden? Vivien shook her head to clear it of the notion and focused back on the present, two years of being denied was not going to distract her, she had a job to do dammit! ...a job that had dragged her out of delicious seclusion only two days into the first semester.

The cold iron band on her left middle finger added extra oomph to her rapping knuckles on the door in front of her, even if the darn thing did all but swim around her largest digit.

Since she had no interest in magic of her own, it had been given to her by the administration to protect her from any magical skullduggery she might encounter... but the damn thing was just too big for her small hands! She had inquired about getting one with a better fit or perhaps resizing it but no such luck. Cold forging iron wasn't such a simple task and they clearly didn't expect her to walk into any major magical mishaps with the first year students. So long as it was in contact with her skin, she would be fine they told her. She had been meaning to find a simple chain to hang it around her neck but just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

Now she was getting impatient and feeling like someone was dicking her around. Namely the freshman in the corner room of this level of the residential block who was keeping her waiting outside his door like some unwelcome solicitor.

She hadn't seen him move in yesterday and figured he must have been amongst the final stragglers that moved in during the late afternoon. Honestly, if not for the complaint that got dropped in her lap first thing in the morning, she would have likely come around later today to introduce herself to him out of courtesy to her new position.

But no, this... she checks the filled out complaint form... this John Doe is playing games with her on only his second day on campus. Well, she was not having it! Leaning in closer to the door she could hear movement and even muffled voices. So they were definitely in there and there was evidently more than one they. She put a little cold iron of her own into her voice this time.

"If this door is not opened in a timely fashion and I mean this minute, I will be exercising my position as R.A. to call campus security to gain access to the room so I can perform my duties!"

There was the sound of scuffled movement and more talking on the other side of the door before it was finally yank opened to reveal a harried looking young freshman staring back at her with big eyes that looked a bit panicked. He stared at her for a frozen moment before slipping out into the hall closing the door behind him.

"Umm... Hi?" It comes out of him as more of a question than a greeting, "C-can I help you with something?"

Vivien knew it was too late for him. It was too late the very moment he had opened the door and she had caught a face full of a smell she was so unfortunately familiar with...

The smell of sex. Lots and lots of sex.

Jesus, how many people did he have in there? It smelled like an entire football team of super-studs had been blowing their loads in there all night. She had heard of some of the trouble the fraternities got into when some horny idiot spiked the party punch with a love tincture or arousal charm. Campus security had to move en masse to break up the massive, magically stoked orgies and shut down the offending parties with indiscriminate **** but she had never smelled one before.

The potency of the smell was nearly overpowering the iron ring on her finger cooled noticeably warning her of the presence of magic and warding her from it. Bracing and straightened herself, Vivien prepared herself for the worst.

"Are you John Doe?" She asks with all the authority she can muster and the freshman in front of her flinched... good, that made her feel a bit easier knowing he wasn't going to put up a fight. He knew he was in big trouble. "I'll take that as a yes. There was a noise complaint last night about a possible party being held here in breach of college dormitory regulations. Let's see the damage shall we?"

Moving officiously past him she takes a breath, holds it and throws open the door to his living space. Ignoring his stuttered protests she steps over the threshold, strides down the little entrance hall and into the open planned apartment. Looking about she does not see what she had expected. No mass of naked sweaty bodies entwined together on the lounge room, no kegs resting in the rooms corners, no torn and discarded clothing hanging from the fixtures. What she does see leaves her puzzled and far from amused.

The room is empty.

Sure the signs of a party are still there; a couple of empty beer cans in a garbage bag by the kitchenette counter, the bags of corn chips untouched and unopened on the coffee table, a few shot glasses in the sink and the music crystal on the counter top. It just doesn't look like it was much of a party and more like a low-key hangout minus the obligatory pizza. That would have been Vivien's first impression except for that smell and the fact that the room is glaringly empty despite the fact she knows that the student trailing in behind her isn't alone, couldn't have been alone. Not with all of this...

Cum.

There is no other word for it. It is everywhere; on the couch, on the coffee table, on the floor, soaking into the beige carpet ...is that some on the wall?! There is... cum everywhere. The odor of it is pervasive, she can practically taste it in the air and her iron ring is positively chilly on her finger as it protects her from whatever foul magic is still lingering in this room. Being careful where she puts her feet she turns to look at the young man with a scowl.

"Well, where are they? Your friends?" She asks sternly then raising her voice to call out, "You might as well come out now! The jig is up."

"Well boo, you caught us." says an amused and sultry tone from behind Vivien.

Wheeling about in surprise she gasps, inadvertently drawing in a big lungful of the stench and coughing a bit as she looks at the three stunning figures exiting the small bathroom.

She recognized Paphia; the gorgeous, leggy brunette tree nymph from the admissions office, looking stunning as always in tiny white spandex shorts that hug her sculpted ass and a cropped white 'Madison U' sports sweater that hanging off a slender perfect shoulder to show off a scandalous amount of full cleavage. The two unashamedly naked, inhumanly beautiful and obviously pregnant Fae girls... no, Fae women behind Paphia though, she doesn't know. Looking from the the small bulge in the belly of the impossibly athletic blonde to the generous round belly of the blue haired pin-up girl with the huge tits Vivien feels any veneer of authority or professionalism fall away leaving her speechless.

Did this kid know how FUCKED he was?

She almost giggled in disbelief at the situation. There were no other guys, it was all him! One guy had actually hosed down his dorm room and presumably three Fae women - one of whom worked for the faculty - with his cum! How was it possible, how could one man be so... so... virile?!

Two of them were clearly pregnant... by his hand or some other Vivien couldn't know but it isn't looking good for Mr Doe. At least four major infractions are clear as day in front of her, two of which that will see the freshman kicked off campus by the end of today's classes. By the look on his face he knew it too, the color draining away leaving him pale as a sheet. Meanwhile Paphia walks up and without unconcern, wraps herself against his left side, leaning in to nuzzle his neck as her long flowing chestnut hair drapes down over his broad shoulder like a chocolate waterfall.

"Well I've seen enough." Vivien had to get out of here, it was madness! The smell, the naked beautiful Fae women, the smell, sexy Paphia running her delicate hand down across his belly and over the bulge in his ripped jeans... the Smell. The iron ring on her finger was burning with cold now. "You'll be hearing from..."

She can't even finish the sentence as she turns to flee. John's eyes shoot wide in alarm as he comes to the same realization as her and he instinctively reaches out to stop her.

"Hey wait! Please..." His hand manages to grab her left wrist but Vivien wrenches it free with a frightening jerk of strength. She reels and he stumbles back, morning sunlight reflecting off something green at his collar as she feels the cold sensation on her left middle finger is flung away in the sudden motion too. Oh shit, her cold forged iron ring! The blasted thing had slipped right off...

"...aaaaand there it is." Says Paphia in smug satisfaction as if expecting something like this to happen all along.