A Lost Lamb in Need

Looking after Star as she jogged away, you sighed, habitually running a hand through your hair as it turned a more platinum blonde.

You turned to wander off when you felt a strange sensation, like a small hook tugging on you. Turning in the direction you felt it, you didn't see anything, but the feeling seemed to get stronger as you took a few steps towards it.

Looking around to see if anyone else seemed to be feeling it, you didn't see anyone turn or glance in that direction, but you didn't have anything better to do now that your ward had ran off, so you decided to investigate.

After walking for maybe ten minutes, the pulling slowly getting stronger, sometimes requiring you to go around booths until you found yourself in front of a medium tent, smaller than the one where you'd had the round-table, but not a small as the ones overshadowing the booths.

The flap wasn't open, but you could definitely feel something inside there, so steeling your nerves, you slowly opened the flap, entering in to the empty tent.

Mostly empty, there was a table with a few chairs around it, and off to the side was a mini-fridge and a coffee maker. But that wasn't what caught your eye as you entered. The chair were pushed aside as a female was on her knees, seemingly in prayer.

"Dear Lord, your word says you will deliver us from temptation, but I'm the temptation. I don't know what to do Lord, I need answers." You heard her softly say and you thought you understood the strange tugging, although that only brought up a whole bunch more questions.

Softly striding forth, you put a hand on her back as she gasp, her head jumping up as she turned to look at you.

You recognized her, ironically, this was the girl that had asked the question at the round-table about Starlight being a sex symbol. "I heard you praying." You said as the girl looked at you with equal parts fear and wonderment.

"Who are you?" She whispered, reaching up to touch your face.

"I saw you earlier at the round-table, didn't you see me?" You asked as her face fell.

"Oh, I thought... but you're just one of the other kids." She said despondently.

You wondered where she got that impression until you remembered you still looked like a teenager. "Sorry, sometimes I forget my surroundings." You chuckled as you felt the warm ripple pass over you, leaving you standing no longer as a teen but as a mid-20s man.

"How did you...? You really are an angel!" The girl seemed to have recaptured her former joy judging by the eager smile. Standing up, she grabbed your hands.

"So, can you help me? I don't know which way to go, I'm so confused." She said, her hair partially falling in her face.

Brushing it back, you said, "Why don't you start at the beginning, what seems to be the problem?"

"Don't you already know?" The girl was confused, nothing seemed to be going the way she wanted it to today.

"Sure I do, but the question is do you? I find that sometimes talking about the problem helps to see that the real problem is something else. Why don't we start with something simple like your name." You offered, trying to maintain the image she seemed to have of you.

"Oh, okay... My name is Blair Covington. Uhm, I suppose the problem started when I was 13. My" She paused to release your hands, softly lifting her chest up as you got the idea, "my boobs starting growing. I was fine with it at first but then they just kept getting bigger, and soon boys were looking at me differently, they'd casually bump into me, well into them, in the halls at school. And then," She paused once more to turn around, sticking her backside out, showing it off to you," My butt started growing too! It didn't get as big as my chest, but it was still so fat." Blair started to cry now, and you felt awkward just standing there so you tried to pat her shoulder comfortingly, but it didn't seem to help at all.

"The boys at school just got worse after that, one boy even hit me on my butt, and I hear them talking about me, about my huge boobs and my jiggling butt, even my lips they kept calling them DSLs, I don't even know what that means, and it's not like I can ask my mom. She keeps telling me that I shouldn't lead the boys one, that I shouldn't entice them with my whorish body!" This was rapidly turning from a nice, if arousing confession into a heart-breaking one.

You'd been raised in a loving home, sure you fought with your sisters all the time, but nothing to the degree of this, and certainly your mother never referred to them as whorish. You honestly couldn't tell where the problem lay here, was it due to the religious household, or was Blair's mom verbally abusive?

But Blair wasn't finished yet, "I thought that I could come here, my mom said I should, that maybe it would help cleanse me of my sinful nature. I went to that round-table hoping that Starlight would have an answer for me, but... but... but she's even worse!" Whatever you'd been expecting, it wasn't this vitriol that Blair seemed to have, especially when compared to earlier when she was talking to Star at the round-table.

"She's such a hypocrite! She says the solution to not to encourage boys to fantasize about her, about pushing her up against a wall and kissing her, about running their filthy hands all over her body, about making love to her everyday..." Blair started to trail off, and you were starting to wonder how long she could hold her breath given that you'd swear that she had yet to take one.

"But she wears that costume that shows off her legs, that let's you sees her boobs, she wants to encourage boys to have those impure thoughts about her, I bet she'd just love it if they all broke up with their girlfriends, or left their wives and daughters all just to look at her impure body." At least the crying was over as it seemed to be replaced by a deep seated anger, possibly about her father leaving her mother for another woman, which may account for her mother's verbal **** as well. All the same, as you heard her continue to rant under her breath about Starlight the Jezebel, an evil idea began to take form in your head.

"So what you think the problem is?" You finally said something as Blair stopped, looking at you.

"My body, if I wasn't so impure, so whorish then boys wouldn't think those things about me." She mumbled.

"Hmm, and do you know what I think the real problem is?" You asked as Blair shook her head in the negative. "You are ashamed of God's gift." You said firmly as Blair gasped, taking a step back, which didn't work as she was already up against the small table as she fell back on it, the motion doing wonderfully arousing things to her chest.

"Wh-What?! No, I-I would never!" She stuttered as you took another step forwards, looming over her like a wolf over a downed rabbit.

"God made you so gorgeous and you're complaining and squandering it." You announced as Blair looked downcast as your words hit her.

"What do you mean?" She whispered, although still loud enough for you to hear her.

"I mean, most girls spend hours crying and praying to look like you, to have a boy's attention like you, to be you. Your sins don't stop at inciting debaucherous thoughts in men, but envious thoughts in girls. Now you want to say that God made a mistake in giving you such beauty? If you feel that way, you don't need find a plastic surgeon, not a makeshift alter." The authoritative overtone might have been a touch overkill, but judging from Blair's eyes darting around, you knew it was having some kind of effect.

"NO! Please, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say... I wasn't... I wouldn't." She was devolving into mumbles now.

"Don't worry, I know just how to help you." You whispered, leaning down to the virginal girl.

What do you-" Her next words were cut short as you softly kissed her, holding back the tidal wave of lust, that would come in time.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds, with no tongue, but you did **** you powers, making her lips more sensitive, a fact she seemed to appreciate judging from the muffled moan as you pulled back, her blue eyes looking up at you in confusion.

"What, but I thought..." She tried once more, only to trail off as you bent down to her again.

"You need to learn to love your body, and the best way for that to happen to for you to experience all the pleasure it can bring you, and your lover. Trust me, I'm an angel, could I be wrong?" You said, softly kissing the side of her neck. You had zero experience in regards to foreplay, usually just skipping right to the act, if your partner didn't suck you off first, and so you relied on what you'd seen in movies as well as your powers, making wherever your lips landed a sensitive spot as Blair seemed to get more and more wrapped up in your web of lust.

In all of this, Blair could probably be forgiven for forgetting a simple fact of her upbringing...