Spray And Paint

"Typical…" The rookie police officer, Paige, thought to herself out loud, staring at the slightly ominous tunnel before her. She'd been called out over some strange noises coming from inside, a waste of time really. 

It was probably teenagers smoking weed or something stupid like that. 

Resting her head against the steering wheel of her car before slumping back in her seat with a tired sigh, blowing a few strands of hair out of her face. Paige debated with herself whether or not to just lie and leave early. It wouldn't kill her, would it? She'd only been working as an officer for a few weeks by this point, and there wasn't much else to worry about in the quiet, snowy town she'd called home.

She weighed her options out, either go into the ominous tunnel or go home early and relax with a few sitcoms as her source of comfort. One sounded better than the other, but that one would get her in trouble. 

So like her father had taught her when she was young, she flipped a coin. "Heads I go in, tails I don't." She mused to herself while scrounging a coin from her uniform's breast pocket and flicking it onto the dashboard of her car.

The coin bounced about, nearly sliding off the top before Paige caught it and slammed it against the back of her light beige wrist, keeping her other hand over the coin for a moment, hoping she'd gotten tails. 

With a brief moment of hesitation, she removed her hands and let out a long groan of defeat. 

"Heads…" 

***

It would take another minute of cursing her bad luck before Paige finally grabbed a flashlight and stepped out of her car, tying her straight black hair into a ponytail before finally making a slow approach into the long underpass obscured in midnight darkness with a stone cold stare.

Paige was never one to be phased by much, even if the moonlight did lend itself to the kind of creepy atmosphere. Each step against the pavement rang out in an echo through the underpass, the faint humming of the streetlamps just a few feet away also didn't help Paige's growing annoyance about being called out over nothing.

Still having to investigate, Shining her torch against the walls of the tunnel only revealed strange, if incredibly crude, graffiti of various anthropomorphic animals. They all had rather exaggerated proportions, each different from the last as they littered the underpass as if they were staring at passersby. 

One, an arctic fox with a bulge that took up most of his legs while giving a proud grin, did catch Paige's eye. The paint was still wet, slowly dripping down to the ground as if it had been finished just moments before she'd entered. 

'Finally,' Paige thought to herself. 'Something to do.'

Almost too eagerly, the rookie moved deeper down, hoping that the crude artist at fault was still nearby. Walking by more of the obscene drawings that only seemed to get more smeared and chipped as she passed, Paige could hear the distinct sound of a spray can being used just up ahead. 

Picking up her pace, it felt as though the tunnel would never end. Running deeper and deeper until she finally found her culprit, a girl wearing baggy black jeans with a strange thick pinkish wire that wrapped around her left leg and a punk cropped hoodie that obscured her face with it's oversized hood. The girl, who paid no mind to the officer, continued to spray away on the wall with little notice to her surroundings. 

"Hey, stop doing that." Paige exclaimed, shining her flashlight on the girl to get her attention. But she was too enthralled with her work in pitch darkness to really care. A bit annoyed, Paige tried getting her attention by yelling again. 

"HEY!"

That seemed to grab the artist's attention, who awkwardly waved her hand to shoo the Rookie away. "Can I ask what you're doing out this late?" Paige asked with a sigh, taking her time as she walked over. 

"Practicin'. Got art stuff to do." The girl responded in a soft, if somewhat gravely, Essex accent as she grabbed another spraycan off the ground. 

"I told you to stop."

"Cool." The girl responded flatly, spraying away on the grey stone wall of the underpass. Paige was starting to get annoyed by her attitude, standing behind as the girl continued working away on another crude anthropomorphic character, this one of a dragon with hips as wide as a canyon. 

"Don't be a smart ass, Banksy. So what's your name?"

"Vitch."

"Your actual name." 

"Vitch." 

"...That's not your name." Paige grumbled, growing frustrated more and more by this Vitch. She was trying her best to not snap at the girl, having never really been good at the whole 'getting people to come quietly' thing. 

"Go bell my Marge if you so certain that ain't my name." Vitch responded in a somewhat smug tone.

"What?" 

Vitch didn't bother responding, still working on the colours for her latest piece. Finally, Paige had enough of the girl's attitude, pulling her by the sleeve and forcing her to the ground. "Oi, let go of me, you fuckin' twat!" 

"This ain't the UK, Hun." The Rookie remarked in a cocky ronw. Despite Vitch being a full head shorter and having a rather slim frame compared to the officer, the graffiti artist was surprisingly resistant as she kicked and squirmed about, knocking over her art bag. 

Despite her best efforts, Vitch let out a defeated squeak once Paige finally locked her wrists behind her back with a pair of cuffs. As the officer glanced around to make sure there weren't any other would-be artists nearby, she noticed something strange about the girl's bag, a distinctive smell anyone would recognise.

Shifting through it, Paige let out a small chuckle as she pulled out a baseball bat covered in splashes of random blots of paint, the words 'Paint Stick' burned into the hilt. Along with the bat, The officer found a small zip lock bag containing a bit of mary jane. That devil's lettuce. The… You get the point. 

Vitch, keeping her head low, as to not show her face, let out an awkward laugh once she realised what Paige had found. "L-Look, I can explain. T-The bat was a g-gift, I ain't jumped anyone!"

"You think I care about a bat? You shouldn't be doing drugs at your age… Wait, have you attacked anyone?" 

"E-Everyone smokes loud 'round here, I ain't nothin' special!"

"Not the point." Paige groaned, tapping the bat on the floor next to Vitch's head to emphasise her point as she thought over the next steps. But the young artist seemed rather squirmish by the light taps against the ground. "B-Be careful w-with that!" She squeaked, shuffling around to try and sit herself up. 

"Geez, I ain't that kind of officer. Kinda." She gave a light chuckle, teasingly waving the bat in her face. Not close enough to actually touch her, but enough to make Vitch flinch. "Why are you so scared? It's just a bat." 

Vitch seemed hesitant to answer, instead motioning her obscured head against the untouched part of the tunnel, which was illuminated by a small wall light, the only one that actually seemed to work in the long underpass. Curious, Paige looked over the wall with bat in hand. It was truly Fascinating, for the wall was…

Just a wall. Cold to the touch, lifelessly grey in colour, rough like stone. It was a wall. 

"Why did-" Before Paige could finish her thought, Vitch stood up and swiftly headbutted the Rookie in the nose. Not hard enough to break it, but enough to daze her as she dropped the bat to the ground. 

Clutching her nose in pain, her sapphire eyes filled with cold fury melted into dumbstruck confusion as the strange pink wire around Vitch's leg uncoiled itself as it scooped up the bat by its handle. 

"W-What t-the hell!?" Paige exclaimed with confusion, instinctively backing against the wall in a panic as she stared at the wire, realising it looked a bit too fleshy. It took her a bit too long to clock onto the fact it was a rodent's tail, a rat's to be specific. 

"You ain't the first random donny who tried scrappin'." Vitch grumbled as she used her tail to tap the 'Paint Stick' against her cuffs. With a small clink, The rodent raised her unbound arms in mock surrender. A thick glob of grey paint staining her gloves as it dripped down into her open sleeve. 

"H-How the hell!" 

"So we good? 'Cause I'll just leave ya be, if we good." The Rodent girl chuckled, rubbing the paint off her gloves onto her bat before tapping it against the ground like The Rookie had earlier with mischievous glee.

Paige refused to answer, instead reaching behind her back slowly. It wasn't like she had a gun, but 'better to make someone think you have one than not actually have one'. Though If Paige could recall where she heard that, she'd have remembered it was a joke on an online message board some time ago. 

Vitch's tail twitched and swayed, preparing to strike in growing unease. Her posture became more defensive as her grip on the bat tightened in her hand. "Say, Bruv, you wouldn't care 'bout a redraw, right?" 

With a sudden swing, Vitch struck Paige in the knee. The Officer staggered forward, but was yanked back by a force pulling her leg towards the wall. 

Or rather into it.

Paige couldn't believe her eyes as she tried to lift herself off the ground. Her left leg was trapped to the wall in paint. No, it wasn't that it was trapped, rather her leg had become paint. 

"Don't worry, Luv. This ain't gonna hurt." Vitch couldn't help but snicker, pulling back her hood to show her actual face. With amber fuzz with black splotches that littered her fur, a pair of unmistakable buck teeth, long whiskers that twitched with every light movement, and a pair of wine red eyes, it wasn't hard to guess the girl with a rat tail was;

"A-A t-talking mouse?" Paige exclaimed in fear as she tried to pry her leg free from its differing dripping dimension. "Are you dumb?" Vitch clicked her tongue, forcing Paige to her feet as she swung at her left hand. 

"I is a RAT!" The Artist screeched like a feral hiss. Paige watched in silent horror as her hand smeared into the wall with another splat. The seam between what was pain and what was flesh only seemed to blur as her body continued to be forced into the wall. 

Vitch didn't really seem to care, instead thinking up with her next character design in her head as she carefully posed Paige's right Arm before giving it a light tap with the Paint Stick. Once again, the Rookie's arm splattered against the wall like blood, the paint that was her skin dripping against the wall like tears. 

"Actually, gotta ask. Do you like owls?" Vitch asked with a grin as she gave Paige's left leg a hard thwack with the bat. 

Initially confused, it didn't take long for Paige to clock onto what comes next. It was staring at her just across the underpass. The Rat's gaze went between her near finished piece and her current work in progress, waving her hand dismissively. "That one's an original. Buuuut… By your face, I'm guessing you figured out my whole thing."

"Y-You're n-not really going to-"

"Make you into a peng bird for people to perv over when they walk by? I thought it was obvious." 

"W-Why!?" The Rookie screamed in anger, trying in futility to free herself as Vitch took a moment to appreciate her work so far. Snapping a quick 'Before' Photo for her website, Vitch Took a few practice swings as she prepared to finish up the 'sketching' process. 

"Ya want the truth? I got a ting for fine art." Vitch was rather blunt, giving a coy grin as she finally finished Paige off with a final whack. 

"W-Wait-" 

SPLAT

The rest of the officer was flung back into the cold wall, not that she could really feel cold anymore as her body melted into paint, a few drops smearing down as Vitch began digging through her bag for the right coloured spray cans.

"So, why don't ya tell me 'bout yourself?" Vitch said with a playful sway of her hips as she rattled the can, spraying over Paige's legs with white, carefully drawing the outline of what would be her new thighs. 

The rodent seemed to have a clear image in her mind, Expanding her legs to a ludicrous degree. Her curves became snow white feathers in motion, a sense of pride engrained with every stroke. 

Finishing up on Paige's legs, Vitch began to chat a bit more. "Y'know, you'll look bare peng, innit. You kinda clapped with that human shit. Den again, I weren't playin' 'bout that fetish thing, I do have a ting 'bout art."

If Paige could speak, she'd ask what the hell Vitch was saying. Half the words the rat was spewing sounded like garbled english. Still, her mind began to wander, praying this wasn't permanent. 

Before The rodent began work on the waist, she took a moment to adjust her canvas, using the officer's flashlight she'd dropped earlier to give herself more light before nodding to herself with a renewed confidence. 

"You don't mind putin' on a bit of weight? Say somethin' if ya do." 

Vitch laughed a bit too hard at her own joke, shaking her half empty can before spraying away at Paige's waist, adding to her gut until it almost seemed to expand beyond the edges of the wall. The rat took the time to add a feathery flair to the outstretched stomach, making it ever so extra plump to suit her desires. Careful with the shading to create the illusion of faint stretch marks, Paige wanted to break the rat's teeth in anger as she looked at her ever changing figure. 

If only Vitch could put her bizarre passions to actual use on something practical. She knew how to work with her tools like any good artist, but the way she made her pieces almost bulge out into reality was impressive. 

The Rodent took a moment to admire her work so far, grinning ear to ear as her mind began to race with ideas for how to finish the piece off. She just needed to work on the arms, face and, unsurprisingly her favourite part, the breasts. 

Scrounging through her bag for a few more cans, Vitch took a few minutes to plan out her finale. Deciding on something more eye-catching that made her previous strikingly lewd art look like childsplay. 

Getting to work, Vitch moved like a lightning bolt with a renewed sense of passion. Spraying away, each stroke adding and swaying Paige's form bit by bit. Making sure they matched up with the rest of the feathered figure's new wide reaching frame. 

Finishing up her masterpiece, Vitch took a step back as she admired her latest design. Tugging at her hoodie, a growing heat creeped over her body at the sight of the new Paige. 

The fierce white of the feathers matching with the softness Paige's form now exuded. She had a figure that could command the rodent's other pieces into submission with curves that defy nature. Her white feathers, speckled with dark black spots, rippled like a night sky filled with secrets.

She wasn't just a bird, Paige looked like a force, blending the wild elegance of snow with raw, unapologetic power. Every curve, every feather, every eye-catching detail of untamed beauty in her plump figure.

Her face, soft and maternal, carried the warmth of a protector, with large, expressive silver blue eyes that seemed to speak volumes. Framing her gentle gaze, wavy hair tumbled like a cascade of moonlight. Her arms, delightfully soft and a bit chubby, gave credence to a grounded strength, both nurturing and powerful, like a guardian of the skies. 

Vitch had left no trace of the officer Paige once was. Then again, would anyone really care if some beat cop goes missing? It didn't really bother the rodent, who ogled at her piece, Admittedly, she wished to hear pages thoughts on her new figure, but that would only drive the rodent's carnal desires into overdrive. 

Quickly tagging her initials at the bottom next to Paige, Vitch stood on the tips of her toes, staring into the Owl's eyes, playfully tapping her new small beak, giving it a quick touch up. 

"'I'd be lyin' if I said I'd get ya out… Maybe when you start to chip. Till then, hope you like your new flatmates." 

Paige could only watch as Vitch grabbed her things and left, leaving her alone in the midnight silence, her only light source only serving to display her like the piece of art she now was. 

If she had a mouth, she'd probably scream. 

But Vitch quickly ran back, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. Not exactly the athletic sort, it took the rodent a few minutes before she could finally speak. "I… Almost forgot. Say 'I love big Vitches'!"

Vitch pulled her phone out of her hoodie, taking a few photos of her work, along with a few for pleasure, and maybe one selfie for fun. Finally, Vitch made her exit for the second time, her tail swaying side to side as if taunting Paige. With a raised hand, the rodent gave her regards. 

"Thanks for the inspiration! Seeya round…. Maybe."