Susan and Andy enjoyed the scenery of the park together.
Andy glanced at the strange changed among them. They were in a fairly secluded area of the park, next to an old tree. She remembered being here a very long time ago, and it was almost as if nothing had changed at all.
The rabbit girl was still guilt ridden of what she had become. How much of it could she truly blame on alcohol addition? She had been a jerk... there was no question about that. Was it really possible for her to make any amends?
It was not just Susan giving her a second chance, but their children too. She was supposed to be there for them... instead she nearly drove them away.
If she had not changed, she would be the same person she was... and may have lost her family. This gave her mixed feelings of finding her change actually beneficial if in some small way. It gave her a second chance, it removed the physiological need for alcohol. Yet she was weak, physically and had to endure a... need. That she had a mate that accepted her, and cared so much for her...
The thoughts were starting to make her tearful so she tore herself away from those thoughts.
Her rabbit ears twitched slightly as she heard a sound behind her. Some transformed people talking with each other in hushed tones. Still she could hear them... they were saying the same things she had once said about their neighbour Mrs Maple- only directed to her. Is this what Maple endured every day? Did Maple hear.. the things she whispered to herself at times? She must have.. given she could hear all this. They seemed to be young teenagers, so she paid it no mind. It was a stereotype she was going to have to get used to.
Susan had noticed but it looked like she couldn't hear what they were saying. "Is something wrong Andy?"
The rabbit girl shook her head, her floppy ears moving as she did. "Nothing that could ruin this moment with you..."
As a young man, Robert remembered having to do a lot of chores when she had first entered the clergy. Hard work was often considered part of the initiation. She remembered being willing at first, and then being rather rebellious when she felt they were taking unfair advantage of her when all she wanted were answers.
She knew she could never be satisfied with simply being told life was life.. there had to be something more to it.
She continued to sweep out the floor of the empty church, removing ashes and dust, while at the same time learning how to move in her new form. She was somewhat curious though of just what she looked like... and retired to a private chamber to take a quick look at herself.
Even though the church was empty, she decided to lock the door. She never felt the need to do so before, but was glad to see the key was available. The click of the latch was oddly soothing. Inside the private chambers were a desk, a wardrobe containing the robes of the clergy, as well as a shelf containing various editions of the holy texts.
The windows were all boarded of course, and there was an unlit candle on the desk, with a glass covering around it. She remarked that while the candle had been changed, the holder was probably as old as the church...
Everything in this place was old... there was no plastic boarding, or modern materials. And she... would have destroyed it. Perhaps it would have been replaced by something modern and exciting. Air conditioned systems and such. Would there have been people who would have thanked her if she had destroyed all this?
The devil-woman opened the wardrobe, to see a very old mirror. It was not known by most, but the mirror was actually made of silver. This made the surface superior to glass, and incredibly expensive. However due to grime and age, it certainly didn't look that valuable. He knew its true worth, as did father Maxwell and a few others. She gave the mirror a careful polish so she could see herself better...
She stared at the devil woman in the frame. The pants she wore, bulged out where her hoofs were making it very obvious what shape she had. There were of course, the large number of breasts on her form though she was trying to look past that now. She tore her head up, to look at that face.
The face was that of a lost soul, confused looking into herself. The skin was red, and her hair a deeper shade of red. Her horns looked particularly vicious as they jutted out and forward from her body. She touched the two horns... the symbol of the Enemy of her Lord... her tail flickered into view, swaying back and forth.
despair overcame the devil woman, and she started to cry again.
Maybe she could take a break from the cleaning now. The Lord won't forgive her by doing such simple things... even if it was a start. But how could she possibly do His work in this body? She wanted to give people hope in the world! Not...
.... but what hope did she give that devil-girl?
She knew she would have to cancel her sermons. She had hoped to take over from father Maxwell, but it was abundantly clear she could not be considered worthy. There was no chance others in the community could accept her if she tried. Not with the form of the Enemy.
This really was the end of her career. However... if she had burned the church down, if she had succeeded.. it would have been the same result. This realisation filled her with great shame.
With a heavy heart, she decided to take a moment in this chamber, and lit the candle. She stared at the embers, and sat down on the chair, being careful with her new tail. She covered her face in her arms, as she leaned into the desk, glancing again at the silver mirror.
"I will... fear no Evil..."
... but she was afraid.
