Guyld's trial from Geod, as well as a gift

Guyld III, still believing herself to be Guyld IV, finally finished scaling the tower, with Cherubin standing at the bottom of the staircase behind her. Red-faced, both from the difficulty of climbing the tower and from the situation, she used her fingers between her legs and under her bend to hide her sex from his point of view, looking up. "Where are those eyes of yours looking?" she questioned, wearing the trademark Vendigeld family judgmental glare.

The dark-skinned priest, Cherubin, gave a brilliant white smile and laughed. "It is rather hard to tell sometimes, isn't it?" he returned, jokingly, then put back on his somber expression. "I assure you, I look only where Geod directs me. For now, yes, I must admit that he has asked me to act as surveyor for this trial of yours."

"Trial! We've reached the top of the belltower!" Guyld huffed, breathing heavily. "If he wants me to get closer to his presence, I cannot do so without climbing out onto his cross! What does he want me to do, jump?!"

"Nothing so dangerous," the man responded, shaking his head. "Here is what you must do. Go to the window and step through. You will find a small balcony," he instructed, staying at the bottom of the staircase. "Geod commands this: step out onto the balcony and-"

"What are you saying?! Step out onto the balcony?!" she protested, stomping her bare feet in anger, so hard that, along with her considerable body weight, she caused the wood to creak. "I have only just recovered from the indignation of half the town seeing this transformed body of mine! Now you're asking me to show it to the rest of the half who didn't see it on the first go-around?!" The balcony that Cherubin had referred to was the one the high priestess, Clara Fauxbright, occasionally used when the people gathered in the square, for the sake of town-wide proclamations. Stepping out onto it naked wouldn't just be embarrassing-- it would be sacrilegious, in a way!

"Geod commands it," Cherubin reiterated, speaking sternly now. "At the end of the balcony, you will see two tall columns. These are created to help the speaker to balance as they issue a proclamation. You will scale the platform and hold onto each of these-"

"What?!"

"Then, feel his presence in the chill of the morning wind, caressing your body with his love. You are to move with the wind, as you feel yourself commanded, and present yourself to the congregation--"

"Huh?!"

"Which includes not only faithful, but those of all walks of life: nobles, commoners, the faithful of Geod, and even those who defy him in their lifestyles. This shedding of your pride, which is offensive to Geod, will allow you to reclaim the self which you've lost. I will be here, to ensure that you do not lose your nerve."

"This is insane!" Guyld moaned, even as she took wavering steps towards the balcony in question. The so called 'love' of Geod was all around her even before she left the tower out onto the balcony, and she found it much chillier up in the air than it had been at ground level. Her puffy nipples began to peak a bit, embarrassingly poking against the arm she was using to try to keep them hidden. "Insane... Insane!" she repeated to herself, walking barefoot towards the raised platform and pillars at the end of the balcony.

Slowly, she grabbed hold of the two, then climbed her way up. From this angle, everyone in the square and many in their homes, as well as every soldier of the knights of Dyna currently occupied minding the walls, would see her nudity. Furthermore, with her hands occupied grabbing hold of the two stone pillars, wrapping her fingers around each, there was no way for her to hide any part of her body. The only solace of any kind was that she was rather far off, denying them a look at close view.

The rest of the crowd assembled at the foot of the church was slow to catch on to her presence, but the familiar voice of her husband rang out, drawing their attention as he pointed up towards the balcony. "Honey-boodle!" he called out, then clasped both sides of his face with his hands. "Don't jump! I'm sorry I tried to talk you into a threesome! I was 'with it' too hard, I see that now! Let's get back to our ordinary, conservative marriage!"

Guyld couldn't make out a thing he was saying over the increasing din of the crowd. "Oh Geod, even my father is watching down there," she groaned, taking a look back to see Cherubin still watching her. The man's smile, perhaps intended to be encouraging, only irritated her further. "Fine. I shall attempt to... feel 'Geod's embrace' and move as he is guiding me..." the green-haired woman grumbled, pouting her lips and closing her eyes. Why couldn't Geod just tell her directly like he did with Cherubin?

Lenore heaved in exertion, still climbing the side of the tower hidden from most of the square. Her untrained fingers hooked onto the cobblestones as she continued her climb, now so high up she could hear Guyld speaking to herself. "Almost there... Hold on, Madam!" she grunted to herself, her dress fluttering around her otherwise bare legs. The ribbons that tied the back of the garment's bodice darted around in the increasing wind as she attempted to drag herself higher and higher.

"What in His name is Geod telling me to do...?" Guyld asked the question to the open air, as she experimentally twisted her body this way and that. Her face reddened as she noticed what the combination of the erotic situation and chilly air had done to her nipples. The people couldn't see from down there, could they? "Am I doing this properly? I must confess, the wind is nothing but nippy! I'm getting no useful guidance at all."

Cherubin raised his eyes to the heavens once more, then returned them back to the chubby body of the naked woman before him. "Hm. He says you should shake a bit more."

"What?!"

"'Shimmy' were his exact words."

"Th-That can't be! Geod can't be ordering me to shimmy!" she repeated out loud, aghast. When Cherubin shrugged in resignation and then started giving his usual tripe about how Geod's commands were not to be doubted, she realized there was nothing to do but follow the command. Biting her lip in indignation, the elder Guyld began to twist her body harder, shaking her breasts and belly in a pendulous, alternating motion. "Don't watch, you perverted old man," she warned Cherubin.

"I am not-" Cherubin started, knowing he was younger in appearance than Guyld III, but deciding the argument wasn't worth adding to her stress. "Ahem. Geod requested also that you show them the back."

"The back too?!"

"His exact words were to 'shake what your mother gave you.'"

Sighing, she turned around carefully on the pedestal, alternating which hand was holding on to each stone column, then faced her rear end at the crowd. With a sour grimace, she began to shake her massive, jiggling bottom at the congregation below. Her gleaming green ponytail moved in a snake-like motion as her hips swung back and forth and she alternated her weight on each foot. Even from a few stories down below, no one could fail to make out the details above, as her bare bottom switched erotically back and forth above them.

"That bum of my wife's really is somethin'," her husband remarked to a nearby knight, nodding approvingly with a touch of pride in his voice.

"Up and down, now," Cherubin instructed Guyld at a closer, more audible range.

With something more of surrender painted on her irritated grimace, she squatted a little and began to twerk her hips up and down, causing her fleshy bottom to buck up and down with a heavy smacking noise each time her cheeks clapped together.

"Oh, Geod is most pleased," Cherubin spoke warmly, raising his hands upward. "Most pleased indeed.

"Madam!" a voice called out from slightly below, interrupting the scene.

Guyld nearly jumped, almost falling from her perch. "Some foul minion of the demon lord?!" Guyld questioned, looking for the source of the sound.

"No, it's me! Your therapist!"

A hand grabbed upward from below the balcony, as Lenore began the laborious task of dragging herself from down there to join Guyld on the column. Unlike the other lady, from this awkward angle, she could only hug her body onto the column to keep her balance. "Thank god you're still safe! I thought this suspicious priest might be taking advantage of the situation to **** himself upon you."

"I am a servant of Geod! I would never take advantage of a situation," Cherubin called back, trying to be reassuring.

"Oh, yes. You're certainly not taking advantage of anyone," Guyld commented, rolling her eyes. "Now, Lenore, about this ridiculous therapy you've subjected me to--"

"Wait... Say that again!" the church's therapy expert gasped, raising her eyebrows.

"Hm? I was saying that all of this nonsense has been quite tiresome and--"

"Those words... The way you're referring to me... Have you snapped out of it?! Was it the shock of the situation? It may have scared it all out of you like a bad case of hiccups!" Lenore remarked. "Oh, it is you! You're back!" She released the column and wrapped her arms around the naked body of her patient, to which her patient responded by nearly pushing her off of the balcony. "Eek!"

"Lenore... Oh, Lenore. Yes. It's all becoming rather clear to me now. I seem to recall with increasing vividness all of the day's events," Guyld smiled with a twitching, angry vein in her forehead peaking out. "And I seem to recall who I have to thank for all of it."

"Oh... Your um... Your journey of humbling self-acceptance and generosity towards your fellow man, which has been quite therapeutic in most respects?" Lenore asked, framing the situation as favorably as she could manage towards herself.

"The way I have strolled naked through the town and allowed you to abscond with many rolls of my personal undergarments, which I happen to know you've stashed somewhere," she responded, smiling wider. One of her hands began to snake behind her therapist's back, pulling her a little closer so that their bodies smushed together, causing the other woman's face to redden. "I begin to understand now that you're a bit smitten with me. You've been taking advantage of me all day, one way or another."

"No, Miss Vendigeld, no! I would never dare."

"Don't worry... You can..." the older woman whispered, bringing their faces closer together. She leaned her chin over the other woman's shoulder and breathed into her ear. "Make it up to me now."

The nun's heart hammered in her chest as she clung one hand around Guyld's waist and the other on the column.

"You can make it up to me... by giving me my clothes back!"

With no further warning, Guyld yanked hard on the other woman's dress, pulling it down away from her top and down to halfway down her bottom, revealing more than a bit of her pleasant posterior to the audience below. A cheer erupted from the town square, as each woman hugged onto one of the pillars above and attempted to gain control of the one garment they had between the two of them.

"... Well, Geod delivered," Cherubin muttered out loud. "Mysterious ways indeed."

Lenore was soon overpowered by her patient and, clinging to the pillar and wailing apologies, had the dress pulled off from around her feet. As Guyld raised her fist in victory, clutching the garment as though presenting her trophy before the audience, a strong wind blew. She released her fist, hugged back onto the column, and in that moment, the dress sailed out of her hands, taken by the wind and disappearing into the alleys of the town.

The two women, each of them naked, clung to the pillars of the belltower balcony with red, frustrated expressions, one of them voluminous and pale, the other slender and tan. The crowd cheered immensely, understanding little of what had happened, but recognizing this must be one of Geod's miracles in this strange, modern era.

"... You.... You're fired," Geod growled, baring her teeth at the other woman. Suddenly, the pillar collapsed under her weight, causing her to fall forward and flail her arms. In her stumbling, she grabbed hold of Lenore, wrapping her arms around the other woman and entwining their bodies together once again.

Lenore, losing her grip, repositioned her hands, grabbing one onto each of her patient's enormous ass-cheeks and digging her fingers into their flesh.

"Lenore!" Guyld gasped, wearing a shocked expression.

"Well, you can't really do more than fire me, can you, Madam?"

"I can push you out of this belltower, yooooou...!"

"Enough! Do not think you are filled with so much of Geod's grace that you are free from the hazards of gravity!" Cherubin warned the two of them. "Please, return to the tower. Do not go too quickly to the arms of our Lord."

The town, or those with the proper angle to see, watched as the two naked women wrestled each other with what could be considered fury, playfulness, or perhaps passion, depending on one's viewpoint. Who or what could step between them?