An acquaintance helps her.

Tanya contemplated just running out of the school and tearing back home. She couldn't go to class like this!

Her thoughts drifted from what the old hag had said earlier. If she couldn't refuse a request... what if... those boys tried something far worse. What if someone discovered and understood the curse that seemed to be plaguing her? It would be the end.

Tanya went into a partial shock, becoming wholly unaware of the bell reverberating through the halls, signaling her next class. She stood affront a mirror, unable to shake her trepadation. She stood there for several minutes. Trying to calm herself down, an idea of ear plugs and ear muffs danced in her mind, but she shook such absurd thoughts away.

Tanya became so distraught she didn't even hear another enter the bathroom.

Slowly ominous short-heeled steps approached Tanya, and a girl in a knee-length skirt and tightly-tucked top tapped her on the tip of her trembling torso.

"Tanya?" the weak girl mumbled.

The slight touch and mousy voice broke Tanya from her thoughts and jumped back slightly to see ...Megan. She barely knew the girl, being a rather shy and intelligent type; but it was somebody. Somebody she could ask for help.

"Tanya? What are you doing in here? You're supposed to be in class!"

The emerald-eyed equine bore up some courage and explained her far-fetched tale of misery.

Megan glared at her with a raised eyebrow. Her scan of Tanya's psychological state showed that she seemed perfectly sane. Aside from the story and her shaking, she showed no signs of being crazy or under the influence of any intoxicators. Extremely skeptical, Megan decided to test out how far Tanya was willing to facade such a story.

"Well... can you please help me? Surely you can think of something Megan! I know you're very smart..."

"Tell me what you ate for breakfast 3 days ago," Megan spoke solemnly.

"Milk and cold cereal... I wasn't very hungry," Tanya recited from **** memory.

Content with her answer, Megan moved forward, "How are your breasts Tanya?"

Tanya blushed slightly but obediently replied, "They're still only B-cups... but they're really firm," Tanya was starting to look like a tomato, with her dark red hair draped over her reddening visage.

Megan knew Tanya would never openly talk about her breasts with a near-stranger. Perhaps she was speaking the truth? She had to see how far this could go.

"So... have you ever met any cute guys you really like? Any of them go here?" Megan **** a curve on her small pink lips.

"There was one... but after he felt me up... I lost interest in him," Tanya was a beet. It was as if poking her skin would **** blood to flow from her pores.

"Into any girls?" Megan was now assured that something had happened to Tanya. And she was going to enjoy every second of it. She had longed for some entertainment, the school had long since given up on improving her. Quietly, she discarded the bathroom pass, expecting to stay within the confines of the tiled room for quite some time.

Tanya barely managed a "No, not--t-really,". Apparently she was speaking the truth, but just barely.

"I see. So you're sort of bi-curious, Tanya?" Megan wasn't exactly endowed with best features, but she attempted to use what she had; throwing her curves around and then pivoting quickly to reveal a flash of her firm panty-clad ass before standing firmly again.

Tanya's psyche threatened to go into a melt down. She was always raised to be a normal girl with normal tastes. She was not into girls. And yet..

"Y--y..No," she stuttered.

Megan loved every second of Tanya's suffering. She wasn't sure why, but learning deep intimate secrets about a girl she had barely known served to soothe some sort of carnal urge chained deep within her soul. She craved more.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Tanya. I wish that you did. I really wish you just were bubbling with desire to explore and experience different pleasures," Megan whispered seductively, her own mind dominated by a powerful deep-seated urge.

Tanya's mind was spinning and her thoughts became garbled. Why was Megan taking advantage of her weakness?! Why was... why didn't she notice it all before?

Tanya's bloated mind conjured up fantasies of Megan taking quick peaks at her whenever she looked the other way. Of Megan lying in her bed, stroking her body, thinking of her. Why hadn't she seen it all before? She had always desired to explore the forbidden. Wether it be with Megan or Christina.. or Jane.. or hell! Even Mrs. Stevens seemed perfect.

Megan could see Tanya eyes dilate and process her thoughts. Within moments she found Tanya's long arms constricting her frail body.

Before Megan could react, Tanya **** a deafening kiss on Megan's lips. Grinding off her red lipstick on the blonde. As if to mark her.

Tanya's deluded mind **** her into toppling Megan over. Her kisses deepened and her hands wove down to Megan's plaid skirt. Slithering her hands under the fabric. Megan enjoyed the forceful kisses but had no desire to be **** by her own subject.

"Tanya, stop for a moment," she gasped.

Tanya's dirtied hands stopped their descent and Megan giggled at her. She took in the scene for a moment, Tanya's shortened skirt had hiked all the way up to her hips, completely exposing her shaved pussy and firm ass for her to see. One of Tanya's breasts had popped free of its cage and fought for attention through the loop of her top. The red-haired vixen was flustered and some of Megan's saliva dripped from Tanya's heaving tongue.

Did Megan really want this? Surely she could find a better use for Tanya. Surely she could amusement out of doing something else with her "****".