What are you going to do about it?

"What are you gonna do about it?"

If they hadn't said that, Sam probably would have gone back to his table. They were loud and way over-served. They were yelling at the TV, and when they weren't doing that, they were yelling at the bartender to turn the other TV to the Flyers game. Why they needed both TVs to be on the hockey game, Sam didn't know. And he was watching the Temple game. He was an alumnus of Temple. Now, the game wasn't going well for the Owls after their center got into some foul trouble, and he was considering settling his tab and walking home. He had his wife at home. But, he liked the bartender here, and from what he could see, he was not the only patron who was annoyed by the three drunk idiots.

But, the thing is, he could do something about it. He didn't want to, not consciously. When he first got the ability, he thought that maybe there was some sort of malevolent entity in him that was doing it. Now, he was more open to the idea that it was just a part of him, some sort of id, that wanted it. Regardless, he tried to tamp down on the impulse to use this. It wasn't moral. He hadn't used the power in the seven months since he got married.

But the siren song was always there, calling out for him to use the power. Anytime he was annoyed with another person, that he didn't get his way. He could do something about it. Think about Patty, she's your best friend. You. Are. Married, he thought to himself.

Then the little bastard with the buck-teeth shoved him. He wasn't going to let this devolve into some bar brawl. It didn't have to be that bad. He could just edit them a little. Get them to calm down and go back to watching the game, right?

No, that's not how it works, Sam, part of him thought, Once you ride the storm, there's no telling where you end up. But that part wasn't it control anymore. Sam screwed up his eyes, put his thumb in his mouth and blew.

Everything stopped. Including Sam's conscious thought. Whatever was happening, he didn't have control of it. An eternity passed as space-time was rewoven more to Samuel's liking.

He opened his eyes. "Professor Ridewell, its a pleasure to see you again." Two tracks opened up in his mind. One part of him knew that this was an asshole who was about to try punching him out a moment ago. The other part saw Professor Randi Ridewell, with whom he had a torrid sexual awakening as an undergrad. Whom he met every year for a reunion, and where she should bring her most promising new students that she had corrupted and let them cum their brains out on Sam's cock. (One track of his mind, nearly faded from existence, knew his original penis was nothing to write home about, but that was years and years ago.)

"Let me introduce my guests," Randi said in a soft lilting voice, "'Lady Nyx' as she likes to call herself, was in my creative writing class. She tried to write a fantasy-romance story, but after becoming a regular at my office hours, it became a bit steamier than that."

"I've heard so much about you, Sam," Lady Nyx purred, as she offered her hand for him to kiss, "Professor Ridewell has told me so much about you. I even bought a larger dildo so I could practice. You've got a lot to live up to, but I'm looking forward to this."

Damn, he must have been subconsciously hornier than he thought. "And, as for Miku here, she was unfairly kicked off the cheerleading team after they found her with half the basketball team. A bunch of Puritan nonsense, if you ask me. But I've never met a student who had more school spirit than her."

"You are very special alumni of Temple, yes? Miku loves Temple! Do anything for Temple!" The girl said in heavily-accented English. Oh, you should feel bad about that one, Sam, a small voice in his head thought aloud. Miku did a high kick and exposed her lack of panties, and he snapped his attention to the here and now.

The kindly old bartender let Sam and the girls into the back. Okay, obviously we were thinking about our college days, that explains the Professor and the cheerleader. I wonder where the goth thing came from? the voice in his head rattled on. Lady Nyx was tugging off his shoes while Professor Ridewell undid his belt. This was a step back, a relapse. I get it, it'd be cruel to turn this guys into these horny sluts and not fuck 'em. But, how about when we get back, we try to turn Patty and Sapphire back into Patrick and his bride-to-be? Try to even things out a little.