Roberts uttered her prayers as she collapsed into the corner of the cell. It was all catching up to her. She had not seen the face of the Enemy, and loathed that she now could if she saw a mirror. How ugly she must be? She could feel the horns jutting out from her head almost mocking her.
Why was God punishing him? Why was... God punishing everyone? He was as pure as they came, he never committed an act of evil or transgression. His only desire was in remaining pure for the rewards in the here after. He was punished... as was Father Maxwell. As grandstanding as he acted, could he not see that being a tree was a punishment as well? Humanity was the favoured race! To have that taken away... taking themselves away from the image of God as He made them...
"God? Please... tell me... why..."
"He doesn't hear you know," Said the prostitute in the next cell.
"Of course He does! You just never tried," Robert said annoyed.
This form was so difficult to move in. The hooves made her legs feel bent in the wrong way, and she just couldn't work it all out. She placed her arms experimentally underneath her calf muscle, feeling the strange sensual feelings of her hands across her legs.
Why was it getting so warm? Why was she feeling so... oh God! She had to stop thinking about it. However her tail seemed to have other ideas as it started to wrap itself sensually higher up her leg. It brushed along her lower breasts, teasing her body all the more making her wince.
"S-stop..." she whispered to herself.
"Oh no, don't stop. I'm enjoying the show," Said the woman on the other side.
"S-shut up!" Roberts said angrily, even as her hands grasped her third lowest breasts. So much in this body moved and.. jiggled... she was having trouble even breathing. A desire was burning inside her that she just didn't know how to resolve... certainly not here, and certainly not in front of this prostitute!
She will endure... maybe this was a trial? Maybe God will restore her manhood once He sees the good work she did.
A raccoon male had arrived in Father Maxwell's clearing.
"Hello Father, I'm glad to see you are still with us." He said cleaning his glasses. He had been worried about his old friend when he disappeared and was relieved to see him return.
"Ted, how is the damage to the church?"
Ted glanced in the distance to the church. "The fire-fighters did a very good job stopping it where they did. It had caught fire to the carpets but only just. If it had caught the chairs, the stained glass window might have been destroyed. Structurally the building is sound. The Bronze roof is a little singed, but can be repaired. The worst damage is the bell I'm afraid..."
"The bell has historical significance." said Father Maxwell sadly.
"Aye... it fell down the chambers, and there are a dozen or so cracks in it. I'm afraid I don't think it can be repaired. We can place the cracked bell back into the chamber, and maybe we can seal up the damage. It wont sound quite the same..."
Father Maxwell sighed. "I thank you Ted for your efforts..."
"How are you keeping up old friend?" Asked Ted concerned. Being a tree must be.. difficult to say the least. immobile, and unable to do anything...
"I watch over the church, and the grounds my Son... I am content to be in the Lord's splendour." He replied with his earthy voice.
"If you need anything..." Ted started.
"I know you will be there son..."
Billy wasn't going to stand for it. She jumped at Julian pushing him as he turned his back on her.
"What the- you lost your mind girly?" Julian said rising to his full size. The feral boy almost snarled.
"I am C'ol!" Billy said. "An' I'll prove it!" she said angrily.
Julian laughed. "Let me guess. You'll get your 'big' brother to beat me up?"
Billy gasped slightly.
Julian shrugged. "I've heard how you've been handling yourself lately. You're just not the same. You an' me we used to own the place."
Billy tried to think back. Her old self and Julian, hanging out... answering to nobody. For some reason she didn't feel proud of the way she acted back then. "We was jus' bein' bullies!" The squirrel girl said angrily. "Nobody liked us 'an you!"
"Fuck you girl! I still have it while you lost it. You can't be a member of our gang any more that's for sure." Julian said shrugging.
Billy stopped suddenly. Was... that really so important to her before? That she would hang out with this... person just to be part of a gang? She didn't feel that way any more... actually she didn't care if she didn't see Julian again. But why did she get so angry... when he said she was not cool any more?
The squirrel girl extended her claws again. "I'got claw's too."
"Yeah.. quite little tiny claws. Maybe you can use the wall as a scratching post."
Billy wasn't going to take it. She lunged at Julian... only to be hoisted into the air by her tails. "L-Let me go!" She was practically crying. Her body was so weak.. so small.. it was pathetic. She had no chance... no chance at all.
"You really should learn not to pick off more then you can chew kid..."
"could say same about you," said a voice behind him.
Julian glanced... only to have the daylight knocked out of him. He was practically thrown onto the side walk like a rag doll.
"You okay?" Asked Stacy, the dinosaur boy, helping his little sister up.
Billy knew she should be happy... her big brother saved her. But.. she wasn't. She just.. wasn't. Was it always going to be like this? Did she lose so much that now everyone else had to take care of her? She felt a little angry now at her brother. This was her own fight! But... she couldn't win. She could already feel the tears coming down her eyes, wetting the fur around her small muzzle.
Julian got up. Seeing the Dinosaur boy... he realised this was not a fight he wanted either. "Whatever.. I'm done. Way to prove my point Billy."
Roberts was taken down a hall way, stumbling every so often as her hoofs made contact with the ground. She had to lean on the wall sometimes. This was.. embarrassing! Being forced to walk on these.. stilts? That was probably the best analogy. She 'felt' tall due to the hoofs, but the bend in her legs actually made her 'shorter'.
Roberts stood wearing the clothes given to her, but she still couldn't control the strange 'buzz' inside her head. She stared straight ahead, trying not to look at her own body. The less she looked at it, the better it would be.
"You admit to starting the fire?" asked the officer in front of her at the desk.
"Yes!" She said angrily. Did these people think she would hide it? She did an act on behalf of God! To purify His temple against the devil spawn!
"... sign here please," Said the police officer.
"What is this?" Asked Roberts.
"Your confession."
Roberts snarled. Must an act of passion become written? The context of what she did would be lost in those words! "Do I get to add anything to it?"
"You may add your reasons at the bottom," explained the Sargent.
Roberts started to write... but ran out of space. She turned the page over and continued to write the reasons. She tried to convey the disgust of her church being defiled by a naked harlot, changed by the light into their enemy. How she had corrupted an angel of the Lord. She explained how she reviewed the sacred texts and tried to do as God would have done, to destroy the wicked and the sinful. "...i need more paper," She said.
The police officer rolled his eyes.. and gave another sheet.
Robert continued to write, staring at her long red fingernails a moment.. she really had to cut them. She could see the dark red hair on her head occasionally brushing past her eyes... the disgust in her stomach rose slightly. These clothings did not accommodate her strange form that well. It was difficult just to put on pants past the strange shape of her legs. She leaned a little closer to the desk, only for her lower breasts to get squashed. She almost yelped at the sensation. She had to get out of this body!
She placed a few passages in the holy texts that supported her actions... she knew them by heart, and lived her life by them. Her labour completed she nodded.
The police officer glanced at the mad ramblings and shrugged, placing it in a file.
"Will you not even read it!" Roberts asked angrily.
"It will be given due consideration," said the policeman with careful practice.
Robert sighed. Why did such an attractive police officer have to be so difficult- wait.. what?! The priest nearly doubled over at that unholiest of unholy ideas. That was.. sickening! This body was warping her mind! She had to be strong... She would not allow herself to surrender herself to anything of the sort. She was a man! A priest... she did not care for the carnal desires that others based their lives on. Her body was pure!
"... you okay?" Asked the police officer, concerned at the way she was staring at him.
"... yes. What happens now?"
He shrugged. "Your case will be considered. Might be a fine, or prison time. Maybe community service."
"My actions were in service to the community! You do not understand what I saw in there if you would but read the words I have written!"
"... and it will be considered Miss Douglas"
"Father!" she said angrily. How dare he!
"... Father... Douglas," said the policeman getting quite annoyed now. He really didn't have time for this...
"I refuse to be placed in that cell with that whore!" she said thinking back.
"You will have to make do for now. We'll try to process things faster... good day."
