Chapter 10: With Flowers and My Love, Both Never to Come Back
A few days had passed since the end of the tribunal... since the smuggled ordinance went off... since the enormous storm of hellish wind tossed them all around like autumn leaves. Not long enough had passed for everyone to agree on a naming convention for this catastrophe, but some had started calling it... the hurricane.
Natalie wasn't fond of that name. It seemed a way to remove culpability from it all, as if it was a natural unavoidable occurrence rather than a deliberate action on both sides. Even if she was forced to do what she did, or even if Ashley's last moments in this world saved her of that responsibility... it didn't lighten her heart any. Calling it 'the hurricane' was like naming an incident where someone hit two people on the sidewalk 'the misaligned speed bumps.' It was grotesque. The tribunal had left her deeply disillusioned.
All she did for some time was lie still, wound up in clouds and letting no light through. She would sit as still as she could before moving a bit... and then feeling the cut wounds that the spear tip had left in her left hand. They didn't hurt and didn't bleed... but they were still there, maybe a permanent feature of herself henceforth, like a crack in a marble statue.
But... their work had to continue at some point. Natalie has mourned, more a bandage over the wound in her heart. She could at least see how everyone else was holding up, make certain the wheels of justice were turning again...
Natalie left the tuft of cloud she had been wrapped up in like a sleeping bag. She rolled her wings, the feathers torn out during the hurricane having all come back. The first angel she wanted to see... well, she was gone. The second one...
She began drifting off towards the library. Maybe sweet, knowledgeable Candice would fill her in on what had happened in her absence.
The library's single colossal bookshelf was nearly empty, a literal mountain of upturned books off to the side to be re-shelved. No cart would be big enough to hold this stack of disorganized media. But that's not what immediately caught Natalie's attention.
Candice was there... but she was not organizing the books, or doing whatever else librarians do. She had her shoulders against the enormous bookshelf, one hand over her heart as she used the other one to pull back and forth on a long, hard cock.
HER long, hard cock.
A giant obelisk of dark flesh that matched Candice's complexion... and roughly Ashley's size. It looked even larger off Candice's smaller form. She nearly threw her arm out as far as it went to reach the end of it. Candice huffed in quick breaths in sync with her arm's motion.
Natalie inadvertently announced her entrance with a shocked gasp at what she'd seen. Candice looked over towards Natalie and immediately whimpered, almost like a squawking bird. She pinched her eyes shut, holding her chin up, as if she was pretending Natalie wasn't there. Her legs shook, but she didn't move or turn away. It was like her feet were bound in place.
"Don't look...!" She gasped, her hand still moving rapidly up and down her shaft. "I... I can't stop..."
A sudden fever swept over Natalie, the blood rushing up to her face. Her wings turned to jelly... but their strength must have been delivered lower, as a pale column of flesh appeared from between Natalie's legs. She tried to hold it down with her skirt, but all that did was make it stand out perpendicular from her body.
"Darn it..." Natalie hissed. "I had this under control until I saw you..."
"Sorry." Candice whimpered, not stopping her hand. As she gazed on Natalie's lower half... it seemed to go a little faster.
"I had hoped that I was the only one punished like this." Natalie said. "I'm the one who deserves it."
"No." Candice answered. "Not just us."
"Who else?"
Candice swallowed. "Everyone."
Natalie's heart started to pound. Everyone was in the sky for the tribunal. That meant that every angel she knew, and all the angels she'd yet to work with.... every single one now had a penis.
It was unbelievable... the sky was now filled with beautiful statuesque angels packing long cocks. Natalie wondered if they got as hard as hers did, especially as hard as it got when she was wondering about all those cocks...
She came back to her senses when she realized that Candice still had not stopped tugging on herself. In fact... she was looking at Natalie. A naughty shiver danced across her spine. She giggled. "You like what you see?"
Candice turned her whole head. Surely she could have turned her whole body away to stop Natalie from seeing her do this... but she wasn't. "Sorry. I didn't mean to."
"You're just going to stand there and do this forever?"
"I... I can't focus like this." Candice whined. "Besides... I'm almost done."
Natalie looked at the shelf. It was empty, but for seven books of random colors and sizes. They were not in alphabetical order.
She slipped in a little closer. Candice started as she turned back... but still did not stop.
"You can look." Natalie smiled. "I'm not embarrassed by this. Well, I am personally ashamed of all the stuff that led up to this, but... there's no going back now, and we'll deal with our complex feelings later."
Candice didn't turn her head, but looked at her from the side. Her hand started to speed up.
"You're looking at me out the side of your glasses!" Natalie smirked. "You must be able to see. We ALL can see. Why do you wear those?"
"Because I prayed for these every day when I was alive..." Candice huffed. "But I wasn't an aristocrat with a powdered wig, so... I never got them, no matter how bad my eyesight was."
Natalie got closer still, standing nearly shoulder-to-shoulder to her. "At least you can see yourself enough to appreciate how... big it is."
Candice's hand got faster. "Thank you... I guess?" She said, taking a few peeks of Natalie. "You're big, too..."
Natalie felt a tickle, a shiver running up her spine. The words felt like a bumblebee brushing its wings and fuzzy body in her ear and flying off. Hearing someone say that her cock was big felt... amazing. It was the first moment of happiness she had since the hurricane. Her problems felt far away indeed... and the solution very close at hand.
A question bubbled forth. "Who's bigger?"
Candice adjusted her glasses with her free hand. "Uh... I think I am?"
That phrase was not as nice to Natalie's ears. This was more like a thistle. She had just gained a mighty limb... but the idea that Candice got a bigger one made her tense. She felt her heart thump harder, as if trying to push every drop of blood down there to get ahead. It didn't feel fair somehow. She felt threatened, as if she was no longer the best mate and wouldn't get chosen to spread her seed. Wow, is this what men are always thinking about? No wonder none of them ever seemed to make it up here...
Natalie's hand disappeared behind Candice's back, pulling out the appropriate weapon to deal with this threat to her future progeny...
She drew her hand back and pulled out the ornate ruler from the closet. She pointed it towards Candice's cock.
Candice gasped. "We can't! To use one of our sacred tools for such a salacious purpose! Sacrilege!"
