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Explicit

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No Archive Warnings ApplyUnderage Sex

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Parahumans Series - WildbowCult of the Lamb (Video Game)

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Original CharacterTaylor Hebert | Skitter | WeaverLisa Wilbourn | TattletaleTammi | RuneSabah | ParianAmy Dallon | Panacea | Red Queen

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sex so much sexNot a Cult (yes it is)Eromancyfurry on humanLewd tags in chapterPre-Locker TaylorWorm AUCanon? What is canon?Lewd Lamb Just Wants To Help!Gradual Corruption (No... Really!? :V)Now Complete!

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English

Series:

Part 1 of The Chronicles of the Lamb Next Work →

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Published:2022-10-20Completed:2025-07-19Words:242,671Chapters:53/53Comments:185Kudos:647Bookmarks:192Hits:88,553

Cult of the Bay

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Summary:

Sometimes you find peace in the strangest places, not all of them are healthy however.

Sometimes you find peace in the bottom of a bottle or the next hit of drugs.

Sometimes you find peace in a soothing bath.

Sometimes you can find peace in talking about your problems!

Ladia Goldmen suffered a horrible loss and after days of struggling to find a way to cope she decided to go for broke and decided to pray.

No to God, Budda, Allha, or anyone from the mainstream faiths.

They were aimless prayers, asking anyone willing to give her peace of mind.

Then her prayers were answered.

Chapter 1: Birth of the Lamb

Chapter Text

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"Sweet, little Lamb, lost little Lamb… you lost Everything. And you want… What do you want? Tell your God~"

Lamb looked up to her God, and once again she didn't see any particular form. Her God's appearance shifted as it pleased, but no matter what shape it held it was beautiful and ethereal. Her God smiled at her little Lamb and waited patiently as her Lamb gathered her courage.

"I want… power. So it will never happen again." The 'to herself or anyone else' was clearly heard despite it being unspoken.

"Mmm, you would give up anything?" Her God asked with a coy smile that made Lamb wish to confess her undying love for the deity before her.

Lamb nodded, "Anything!"

"Will you become my Lamb?" Her God already called her 'Lamb' so she didn't see why it would be a bother, "Then my Lamb you shall be. When you wake you'll be changed, and you'll have the symbol of my power. But… if you desire more you'll have to do something more as well.~"

"What?" The Lamb asked, "What would I have to do?"

Her God just chuckled as dozens of possibilities ran through her mind, each more horrifying than the last in her panic, "Nothing like that. Not exactly." Her God said with a smile, "I am a God of Sexuality and Passion. I assume you understand?"

"You want me… to sleep around?" The Lamb asked.

"Yeees. How you do it is up to you my Lamb. Whore yourself out. Force yourself on others, seduce them! And the more Passionate the acts, the greater the rewards you will receive. Not a bad deal, wouldn't you say?"

"What… types of rewards?" The Lamb asked then, curiosity bubbling up within them, she really wanted to please her god, but… maybe the rewards would make that harder too?

"Magic. Not like the abilities your quaint little 'Parahumans' have. Not just things like Eromancy, but so much more." Her God explained, "And who knows? One day in the distant future, we will be even closer!~ After all, what sort of God of Sexuality would I be if I didn't give my precious Lamb some 'personal' attention~ but… all this hinges on an agreement."

"So, do we have a deal, my Little Lamb?"

"Ah, but you've already decided, haven't you? Go on, my little Lamb. Return to the Waking World. Transformed and baring my blessing~"

Her God smiled sweetly before bending down to her…

Lamb jerked awake and sat up in her bed, her face flush and heart racing. She still felt her Gods' lips on her own. Staring off she touched her lips and shuddered, only to blink and… cross her eyes to look at… a muzzle?

Blinking she looked down, her pajamas having shredded leaving her exposed.

Fluff, fluff was the first thing she saw. Lots and lots of fluff along with a much nicer pair of legs. She certainly understood why she was being called a 'lamb' now and didn't really mind it in the least. It was a nice upgrade from her god.

Scratching her head she discovered not only two cute, or at least she hoped they were, horns, and resting between them was… some sort of hat? Climbing out of bed she went over to the bathroom mirror, only stumbling slightly as she adjusted to her new balance, and looked at her new appearance.

"Why are my eyes like that?" Honestly having two solid orbs of red for eyes was… kinda intimidating slightly but she was more concerned over the little crown on her head.

Which stared back at her! And wasn't that a freaky thing to see.

Then it blinked, seemingly amused, or no, bemused. Was it her own eye? It blinked when she did. It was certainly a strange feeling to have three eyes and that would cause some… problems when it came to seducing people. Maybe she could take it off?

Reaching up she grasped the crown and… it didn't move? Scowling faintly she tugged at the crown some more, and she had the feeling the crown would be laughing if it could! Eventually she gave up with a huff and simply glared at the crown in her reflection, which the crown just met smuggly.

How a crown could even 'be' smug she honestly couldn't even begin to comprehend!

"It is a symbol of your new status, My Little Lamb." Her God whispered, making her shiver almost as if she could hear her God whispering directly into her ear… which were a lot bigger than they used to be, "The Red Crown is more than just a fashion accessory. It is a conduit for my power, and soon your power as well my Lamb. Now, I will teach you some basic cantrips and abilities… think of it as a… 'Welcome to the Family' of sorts."

"Thank you, my lord…" She whispered back, eyes distant.

She then felt her God… it was hard to explain really. It felt as if she (he?) was… massaging her brain? Yeah, yeah… a very sensual massage that made Lamb's nethers tingle in delight as she in a daze backed into her bed before she lost all feelings in her legs at the wonderful feeling of having knowledge put into her brain!

She could look at a person and read their inner most sexual desires, how to inflame ones passion, how to conjure bindings, and how to manipulate ones sensitivity! She knew basic rituals, traditional sorts and tantric ones. She knew basic spells, cantrips not true battle magic but useful regardless. She knew how to purify water, spells to sanitize surfaces, how to make fire pits, and how to start fires with but a spark of power!

She thought the bindings would be the most useful in getting out of fights if anyone tried to kidnap her and force her to do their bidding! After all, she looked like a Case 53 now and gangs and the PRT both liked to forcibly recruit them!

"Hmm, that would be troublesome. Or useful… imagine… corrupting a gang from the inside~ making them yours!"

She did, and cringed… the thought of being intimate with Junkies, Literal Nazis, and Asian Slavers really didn't appeal to her. Honestly she'd prefer to be the dominant one, well… unless she was with someone she trusted.

"Hmph, I don't understand the problem. But as you wish my Lamb. I suppose I could lend you something to hide your true nature. But… you must do something for me~"

"What must I do, my lady? Lord?" Lamb asked in turn, voice reverent and worshipful.

"You must seduce the Pariah. Take her into your arms and give her acceptance and the love she is denied. And only if you succeed in this… will this boon become yours instead of something on lend. How does that sound, my Lamb?"

"The Pariah?" She asked, "Who's that? Can I have a description?"

"Oh, I'm sure you already know of her. But I suppose a little help won't hurt." Her God teased, "Tall, beautiful hair, and glasses. She seems meek but she has a Will of Steel, even with the world against her she refuses to bow and to break."

"You mean Hebert…" Lamb said before she closed her eyes in thought. "I can do that… but I don't know if she's gay?"

"I could tell you, but you have some abilities that will help you." Her God said with a giggle, "But the girl desires acceptance and friendship… and if you give her what she desires who knows? But it won't be easy, my Lamb. Are you sure you want this boon? I think you shouldn't hide your beauty."

"... I'll use the beauty you gave me when I don't want to be subtle." She replied with a nod. "And… I can try that. I'll just kiss her, ya. I'll grab her and kiss her."

"While I appreciate your boldness, I believe you will need a more delicate touch. Young Taylor is a cynical soul. Give her your friendship and in time she will greet you with a open heart… and legs.~"

"Ok… Oh, I know, I can touch her and inflame passions as I'm being nice!" Lamb nodded, "And I'll keep away her bullies!"

Her God just giggled in her ear before she felt lips rest on her own, making her shudder in pleasure, before her God withdrew completely leaving her alone in her room. With an amused crown just looking at her. She didn't even notice a small ring appearing on her finger, but when she did she rubbed it and blinked in surprise when her black skin changed back to her original skin tone!

Though her body did keep the more… generous figure. It was fine though, she'd been out of school for over two weeks so gaining a few pleasant pounds was more than understandable for anyone looking too closely. Really, the only question was if she could get close enough to Taylor to begin with, and with how people avoided her even that wouldn't be too hard.

Just look for where most people were absent, easy.

Or Lamb could stalk the girl and sit with her at lunch, but she'd probably view that as too creepy. Last resort then.

Sighing she ran her hand through her hair, only to blink when she felt her crown missing. Feeling around for a few minutes she realized she was wearing a red and black headband… which was something she would never wear normally. However she got this strange suspicion that no one would really notice it, same with her ring as well. Scratching her cheek Lamb shrugged as she absentmindedly removed her shredded clothes and laid back down in her bed.

Closing her eyes with a sigh she slowly fell back to sleep, and her dreams were filled with the pleasant delights her God would give her as she… what? Built her cult?

"Well, if the shoe fits I suppose…" Besides, cults aren't always bad, right? She remembered from her history class that christianity used to be considered a cult. And Hades had a cult and he was totally awesome!

Her god was just more awesome. And real.

"Sleep, my silly Lamb." Her God whispered before her attention fully left no doubt to focus on something else.

Lamb did as ordered, almost instantly too. She loved her god so much it was impossible to not follow them.

Winslow, never before had Lamb seen a greater hive of scum and villainy. It was something of an open secret that the school was a recruiting ground for all the gangs, hell Lamb wouldn't be surprised if the entire school staff were taking bribes from the gangs.

Well, maybe not the entire staff; there were some things that could be explained by rank incompetence. Honestly the only thing she couldn't figure out was if the situation with Taylor could be chalked up to incompetence or simply malicious indifference because the 'Popular Girls' were the ones giving her a hard time.

Still she walked into the school, no one really bothering to acknowledge her which honestly wasn't surprising. It's not like she had just lost her entire family in the crossfire of a gang fight or anything… Oh wait! But then again indifference made up most if not all of her school career, she remembered her parents once telling her things were different years ago but Lamb honestly couldn't see it.

Oh well, it worked for her and her god for now; so it was a mixed blessing really. She just had to keep her eyes peeled for the shy and leggy gal she was going to seduce. She never thought she'd ever even consider doing that, but… it did sound pleasant. And her god was so sure she'd enjoy it.

"Now, what was her homeroom again?" She asked herself aloud, eyes searching for the three girls that were constantly giving Taylor a hard time. They'd know… and maybe she should trick them into thinking she was going to bully Taylor even as Lamb seduced her?

Deciding that was a good idea she approached and decided to use some of her more subtle tricks to see their inner most sexual desires. Was it kinda creepy of her, perhaps but she needed to practice them! And honestly these three were better to test the ability on, she dreaded to think of what she'd learn if she used it on Sparky or Greg of all people!

Sure, Greg is nice enough but so… socially unaware it was painful!

Glancing at the athletic Hess she used the ability, curious to what the Track Star fantasized about.

"Huh, wow. Okay, I did not imagine the Queen Bitch being a closet sub with a Bleach'd fetish. Man, she must really feel conflicted when scaring off skinheads." Lamb thought with amusement before glancing at the smaller Clement, "Okay, a 'Monster cape' fetish huh? Well I'm not going to kink-shame… seeing as I'm technically one of those now."

"And the redhead has… a Taylor fetish. That's just creepy. But useful I guess?" Lamb frowned, "Can I really judge since I'm going to be seducing the girl? Oh… it's a fetish for being dominated by Taylor. Wow she… just really wants that girl to snap, doesn't she?"

"Goldmen? Welcome back." The redhead said with a friendly enough smile, "Sorry to hear about what happened."

Clement parroted the sentiment as well, while Hess grunted something more focused on her phone than talking. Lamb just nodded and smiled back weakly.

"Yeah, but… two weeks is long enough. Besides, my parents would like it if I finished my schooling." For what a Winslow graduation is worth anyway, pretty sure she'd have to suck all the dick if she wanted to get into college.

"So whatcha need?" Barnes asked.

"You know where Hebert is?" Lamb asked curiously.

"Why?" Barnes asked with narrow eyes.

"Yandere much?" Lamb thought before answering, "Just thought I'd talk to her, maybe get her to open up before giving her a cold shoulder or something?"

"Eh, she goes to the same homeroom I do." Madison started, "Mr. Gladys, room like 107 or something."

"Thanks." Lamb said before walking off, not fast enough to draw attention.

They just waved at her before going back to talking amongst themselves, Lamb quickly finding her way to the right room and, in one of the front desks, found Taylor Hebert; one of the school's outcasts. The other being Greg but Lamb wasn't even sure if he was aware of it or not, not that it mattered.

Shaking her head slightly she walked over and sat on a desk across from her, "Um, hey." Lamb said awkwardly, not entirely sure how to really talk to the girl.

Taylor just twitched as she looked up towards Lamb, "Uh… hello?" She asked, "Am I in the wrong class?" The obvious loneliness and fear hurt Lamb's heart.

"Nah, just thought I'd stop by and talk." Lamb said, "I dunno if you know but… things happened. And… I figured I'd try to make a friend you know? I don't really talk to anyone at school… so I guess we could… be friends?"

The other girl blinked in confusion, "I… Emma set you up for this, didn't she?" Taylor asked, "What, are you going to invite me somewhere to talk and dumb juice on me? Push me down the stairs? Just start ignoring me to make me feel gaslit?" She asked, interrogated really.

"Holy shit, this girl isn't just cynical, she's bitter!" Lamb blinked, "No! I'm pretty sure she thinks I will, but I want to be friends." She said with as honest a voice as she could

Her finger tapped on the desk, hope warning with harsh lessons learned, "Prove it." She finally said after what felt like an age.

"How?" Lamb asked, thoughts of seducing the girl falling to a tertiary concern in face of just how… jaded the girl across from her is.

"I don't know, um, at least tell me your name first?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"Ah, yeah sorry." Lamb said sheepishly, "Ladia Goldmen, nice to meet you."

"Well… I'm Taylor." She replied awkwardly, "Um… nice to meet you too? S-so you said something happened?"

"Ah, yeah… my parents… got caught in the crossfire of a gang fight." Lamb said… the thought still hurts, "Yeah, I'm on my own now… got an aunt but she'd rather not have anything to do with me…"

"O-oh." Taylor started, looking sheepish herself now, "I'm, uh, sorry to bring up bad memories?"

"Kinda, but it's okay." Lamb said, "You didn't know. Say… the bell's about to go off. How about we meet up at lunch? Or after school?"

"... Lunch sounds fine." She replied, clearly not interested in meeting her after school yet as she rubbed her arms.

Of course, that thought did remind Lamb that she should probably look into the girl's fetishes. It's what her god wanted after all.

"Yeah, that's cool. Too soon to meet up after school anyway." Lamb said with an understanding smile as she used her ability to look at Taylor's fetishes.

"Huh, a switch? Nice, and something of a masochist… and sadist. Interesting, makes sense I suppose." The girl clearly had control issues on top of trust ones, but Lamb swore she would help her!

Yes, her God wanted her to seduce the girl but that didn't mean Lamb couldn't help her! And she could swear she felt a sense of approval from the headband she wore now.

"Well, I'll see you at lunch Tay!" Lamb said with a smile and a hug, slightly inflaming Taylor's passions as she hopped off the desk and jogged off to get to her clash before the bell rang leaving a flustered Taylor behind.

Lunch couldn't come soon enough, not that Lamb would eat the slop the lunch lady called 'food' having packed something to eat. No, she was leaning against the wall just outside the entrance of the cafeteria going through the abilities her God gave her and what she could do to make Taylor relax more.

She didn't think making her spontaneously horny would be a good idea, but it would be a useful trump card if everything else failed. A slow burn increase wouldn't be a bad plan; it would get her attracted to Lamb and thus more likely to trust the magic user…

"Ladia… I thought you wouldn't show…" Taylor said in surprise as she approached.

Lamb just smiled, "I'm a woman of my word." She said with a giggle, "So how about we go somewhere and eat? I know they don't lock the door to the roof so we wouldn't be bothered there." She suggested.

"I… was honestly thinking the same thing." Taylor sighed, sounding resigned. She clearly thought it was going to be a trap.

Lamb smiled, "Don't worry." She said, "And if any of the gangers try anything I'll bust their heads!"

"Not them I'm worried about." Taylor muttered, almost too low for Lamb to hear. Really, had she not been given her god's gifts she wouldn't have heard it. Not that it didn't pain Lamb's heart.

"Don't worry." Lamb said, patting her shoulder while trying not to get angry at how Taylor twitched at the contact, "I won't let anything happen."

Taylor didn't say anything but Lamb had a good enough idea what she was thinking. Withholding a frown with some effort Lamb motioned for Taylor to come and the two of them made their way to the roof so they could hopefully eat in peace.

Thankfully no one was on the roof, which Lamb found odd… she always figured that stoners and the like hung around up here to smoke or shoot up whatever junk their dealers sold them. So it allowed Lamb and Taylor to find a spot to eat in peace.

Lamb herself didn't bring herself anything special, just a BLT and salad with a coke and Taylor just had a sandwich and some water.

"You want a coke?" Lamb offered, "I have another bottle if you want it."

Taylor looked at the offered bottle warily but eventually took it with a resigned expression like she expected it to explode and cover her in soda. Lamb tried not to let that look bother her, and she mostly succeeded but only mostly. A small part was hurt but she didn't let it sour her mood.

Though she did giggle when Taylor opened the bottle and it didn't do anything other then hiss. She gave Lamb an unamused look, to which she replied maturely… and stuck her tongue out before she took her own drink and opened it…

… Only for it to explode on her! Getting a squawk of surprise from Lamb and a faint giggle from Taylor who watched with wide eyes.

"Great… and I don't have a change of clothes…" Lamb thought as she sat the now half-empty bottle to the side and tried to figure out what to do, "Though… I could use Cleanse? While made for sexual activities it's pretty easy to adjust… but that'd mean I'd have to 'out' myself to Taylor. But… would that be so bad?"

"I, um…" Taylor started, going to her backpack and pulling out a few towels, "I thought I'd need these but… I think you might need them a little more right now?" She offered, holding the small bundle out to Lamb.

"Thank you, Tay." Lamb said honestly with a smile as she took them and wiped her face off, "... Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure?" Taylor replied, looking confused and tilting her head slightly. "I mean if you're a ganger I might have to leave…"

Lamb just giggled and started to move her hands in strange unfamiliar yet familiar motions, the spell matrix easily manifesting in her mind as a glowing circle surrounded her before moving upwards eliminating anything filthy from her form. After it ended Lamb sighed in content, especially since her first spell actually worked, before she looked at Taylor and gave her a smile and wink.

Taylor just stared at Lamb, "Holy shit." She said, stunned out of her mind, "You're a cape?" She whispered, lest anyone hear.

"Well, not officially." Lamb said, "After all I haven't gone out to bust heads!" She playfully quipped.

"But still, you have powers? I… why would you show me of all people!?" Taylor asked, her brain seemingly refusing to accept that fact, "Just… what?"

"I did it because well… sticky soda." Lamb said, "But mainly? I wanted to show that you can trust me. I just revealed probably my biggest secret, call it a leap of faith on my part."

"Ok, but why would you trust me with that? Why me?" Taylor asked, "You could get friends that are way cooler than me."

"Because you look like you need someone to trust, and I need someone to talk to." Lamb said, "And… well… Winslow. If I actually talked to anyone else I'd either be 'recruited' into a gang or the Wards. And no offense to our team of Heroic Teenagers… I just… I don't like the PRT."

Taylor blinked, "Why not?" She asked, voice unjudging, "Is it because they'd try and force you to do things or something?"

"No, no. Not that… it's just…" Lamb rubbed her face, "If the PRT and Protectorate did their damn jobs my parents would be alive…" She tried not to raise her voice but her feelings were clear on the subject, "I'm probably just biased… but…"

"Oh…" Taylor started, shifting uncomfortably, "Sorry. I, uh, I can understand that… but um, are you going to start your own team or something?"

"I'd, I'd like that. Maybe… when I get things figured out." Lamb said, "And it's fine. How about we eat huh?"

"Oh, ya." Taylor said with a cough, pulling out her sandwich. It actually looked really good, if a bit moist due to being in a bag for as long as it was.

"Hey, wanna split our sandwiches?" Lamb offered, "You can take half of my BLT and I'll take half your sandwich?"

"Uh… sure?" Taylor looked surprised at the offer but didn't really see anything wrong with the idea; tearing the bread, meat, and cheese in half before handing one over.

Lamb smiled before doing the same, good thing she made a habit of cutting her sandwiches in half for the ease of handling them, and passed Taylor's half to her.

"Thanks… so, um… have any hobbies?" Taylor asked, voice nervous and awkward. She was very clearly unused to small talk.

"Well, I enjoy drawing." Lamb said, "Tomorrow I'll bring my sketch book if you're curious. Um… I enjoy running too, if I had the motivation I could probably join the track team and make Hess eat dust. But I only run cause I want to, I ain't running for no stupid trophies or anything. How about you Tay? Oh, um… do you mind me calling you that?"

"No, it's fine." Taylor replied, "I, uh, enjoy reading. My, uh, mom got me into that…" There was pain there, pain that Lamb easily recognized. "I run sometimes but not too often… uh, I'm a bit of a cape fan?"

Lamb sat her food down and moved to sit beside Taylor and gave her a one-armed hug making her tense, "Maybe we can run together sometime? And you can tell me some about capes, beyond Cape fiction I don't really know a lot about them. Well other than Beardmaster is shipped with Dragon for some reason." She said, hoping that Taylor understood why she was hugging her.

At least she still has her dad in her life, right?

"Yeah, um, sure." Taylor stated, voice shaky. "Um, I don't really know all that much though? Just what's said on PHO about them…"

"That automatically means you know more than me." Lamb said with a smile before she removed her arm but didn't otherwise move beyond grabbing her food and bringing it over, "Perhaps we can both learn more huh?"

"I guess… um, I don't exactly… have powers so I can't help you much…" Taylor said with a cough, "Maybe I can be your plucky civilian friend you pull out of danger?" She asked, clearly trying to sound joking.

"Oh I would love to sweep you off your feet and save you!" Lamb said with a giggle, "Besides who knows what will happen in the future? But I'd love to have you as my cute sidekick!" She teased with a smile.

Taylor's face burned red, rapidly shading itself as Lamb's passive powers worked her over. "I, uh, I'm not cute?"

"Tay, if you dressed up and showed those long legs of yours off? You'd be surprised." Lamb said, "Barnes might have the T&A but that isn't the only look that is sexy or cute. Honestly, I bet with a little effort you could pull off the sexy librarian look easily."

"Bullshit." Taylor replied, arms crossing. "I'm froggy, too tall, too gangly, and the only positive attribute I have is something people don't care about."

"Well, I know when someone isn't willing to listen. So we'll have to agree to disagree." Lamb said easily, "But I stand by my opinion. I'll just say this; who do you see on catwalks more often? Women with big tits and possible back problems? Or long legged beauties?"

"Being tall isn't the problem." Taylor replied. "I have no meat on me. I have no curves at all. And it depends on the catwalk."

"All those problems can be solved with some effort." Lamb said, "And Tay, you're still growing. I have no doubt in my mind by the time you're eighteen at the latest you'll be turning heads. But I think we should eat before returning to our scholastic purgatory."

Taylor just shook her head, rolled her eyes, and did just that; devouring the sandwiches like a man in a desert drank water before moving onto her coke, "So, um… are you doing anything after school?" She asked.

"I was going to go home and play with magic." Taylor gave her a look, "Hey we live in a city with a Rage Dragon, superpowered junkies, and literal Nazis with superpowers. In all honestly powers could be magic given how they fuck physics on the regular. But if you want to do something I'm willing!"

"Well, um, I could uh… make you dinner?" She offered, biting her lip. "I, uh, do that sometimes? Make dinner I mean, not for anyone else except dad…"

"Why~ are you asking me out?" Taylor blushed and Lamb giggled, "Just playing. But I'd love to come over. But would your dad mind you inviting me over? I know my dad didn't like surprise visitors."

"No, I don't think he would." Taylor replied, "If anything he'll be relieved!" The brunette stated, drinking some of her coke, "Happy I'm, uh, getting friends again?"

"You deserve to be happy, Tay." Lamb said honestly as she sipped what little coke she had left before taking a bite of the half sandwich Taylor gave her, "Loneliness is a hell all its own that I wouldn't wish on anybody. Well… maybe the Nazis, and Slaughterhouse 9."

She snorted, "It could be worse… I could be Greg." She snarked, there was only a touch of venom in it. "Or even worse, Mr. Gladys."

"Speak not of Mr. Cool-and-Hip-Tryhard." Lamb said, "And Greg… I mean you're not wrong. But honestly the guy is just so… socially unaware. I kinda feel bad for him sometimes. Then he opens his mouth, and I stop feeling sorry. Maybe he'll grow out of it in like… twenty years or something?"

"Yeah, it's just kinda nuts. I understand being a little dumb, but they take the cake in just how… unaware they are. I could swear Greg has a crush on me, but he always shuts up when those bitches come around." Taylor vented, "If he ever did anything, stood up for anyone or even just himself I might respect it but… fuck."

"All I can say is 'High School is Hell' is a saying for a reason." Lamb said, "I could probably list off a ton of reasons but they wouldn't make you feel better. Want a hug?" She offered.

Taylor snorted, "Yeah, sure." She sighed, eyes rolling a touch.

"Hey, don't doubt the power of hugs. I've felt homicidal and a hug helped me calm down." Lamb said with a smile as she got up and gave Taylor a hug, "Besides I've got your back now, and if they trouble you I'll always be on your side."

Taylor sighed, leaning into the hug unconsciously, "Mmm, if you say so." She said, Lamb's mind screaming at her to work her magics on the girl; instincts implanted by her God no doubt.

Lamb just rubbed Taylor's back while using a pulse of magic to act as a massage.

A pleasant shudder went through Taylor, the instincts fading away into the background as she groaned, "That feels nice…" She mumbled.

"You were all tense, I thought it'd help." Lamb said, "Now, come on. Let's finish our food."

"Y-ya…" Taylor replied, finishing her sandwiches and standing. "Thanks for the, uh, coke… even if yours exploded, uh… do you want the rest of this one? I only drank half of it…"

"Nah." Lamb replied, giving Taylor another hug, "Keep it. And if they mess with you, use it to spray em. Right in the face." She said with a grin.

"I'd probably get in trouble for that." Taylor replied, "But I'll keep it in mind."

Lamb just giggled before they returned to their seat and ate their food, though any awkwardness that was there earlier was long gone. And as Lamb hummed to herself she wondered if she should show off her fluffy side to Taylor later?

"Maybe somewhere more private, like at her home at dinner… if it doesn't destroy my clothes." Lamb thought, "Does it? I really hope it doesn't, that would get expensive fast…" A shudder went through her at that idea, she'd really need to start fucking people a lot in that case.

Eventually they finished eating, "That was good." Lamb said with a smile, "Perhaps we should do this more often? I think I'll bring some tuna salad tomorrow."

"Yeah, I'll uh bring… something." Taylor replied with a cough. "I'm not good at planning things like that."

"Neither am I." Lamb whispered like she was telling a secret, "I just make something the night before. Bag it. And grab it before I leave the next day. I'll bring a second sandwich if you want." She offered with a smile.

"Um, that's alright." Taylor said, "I can bring my own."

Lamb felt like she touched a nerve there.

"Sorry, that came out wrong." Taylor said with a wince, "I meant that, uh, I don't want to trouble you." As far as Lamb could tell, she was being mostly honest there… and paranoid still.

"Okay." Lamb said, "And it's no trouble. My parents say I'm too nice for my own good… it's why I kinda keep to myself. I've been burned once and well… I didn't want to go through it again."

Taylor's smile in reply was shaky at best, giving Lamb a soft and too short hug before moving towards the door. "Right, um, see you after school bye!" She quickly stated before darting away.

"... Was it something I said?" Lamb muttered to herself as she scratched her head.

"Hardly, my little Lamb." Her headband spoke to her, "She's just a nervous little thing that's scared of letting herself be vulnerable. She did hug you herself, did she not?"

"Yeah, you're right!" Why did that realization make her feel giddy though? Was she actually that in need of social interaction?

"And I must praise your usage of my gifts, a subtle touch can be all that's needed to send the house of cards a tumbling." The headband stated, her God stated.

"At first… I wanted to do what you wished. But as I talked to her… Well, you know." Lamb thought as she gathered up the trash from their lunch and threw it away in a convenient trash bin.

"I only want the best for you." Her God stated, gentle and loving voice filling Lamb with reassurance.

"Thank you…" Lamb whispered as she rubbed her face, before heading back into the school proper, "Oh… does transforming always shred my clothes? Or was that just a first time thing?"

All she got in return was giggles, which was all the answer that Lamb needed really. That would make a costume rather difficult… plus all her fluff would probably get in the way.

Not that she really needed a costume for her identity… but not getting arrested for public indecency would be nice.

"I can already imagine what PHO would call me. Sheepgirl the Streaker! Or something equally as asinine." She thought with a snort. "I'll need to come up with a name before they do."

"Why not Lamb?" Her God whispered.

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