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Kody let out a long sigh as he stretched out on the couch, his head in his mother's lap while his legs dangled a little over one of the arms. The vixen was gently stroking over the top of his head, her own tail flopped over his belly. "What did you think about Uncle Mike," he churred as he rested against his mother. The older fox giggled softly, "H'seems a'right. Much bedder th'n's both'r."

Kody nodded as he let out another sigh, "Yeah."

Jo giggled as she gave her son's chest a gentle scratch, "Ya thinkin' bout yer grandsire?"

The tod nodded, "Yeah."

"Well, my daddy'n'mama wud be s'proud'aya if they wus here. I'm sure Chris' daddy'n'mama w'll be too," She replied before giving his chest another scratch that only made her son let out a warm murr. The old vixen giggled before giving one pec a playful tap, "I'm sure y'll get'long wid'm like peas'n'carrots."

Kody chuckled, "I'm sure I will." He leaned up to give his mother a peck on the underside of her long muzzle before he rolled over onto his side.

The two watched another movie as they sat in relative silence, the mother still stroking over her son's head.

Richard slowly walked into his apartment from the meeting with the Eclipsers. It had gone well enough. The old lion had done nothing but talk about how the city and the al-Daube's were screwing him and his business, and how he was going to run for Mayor in the next election. Richard wasn't interested at all in the conversation, but it was something he could write off as a business expense since the lion had talked all night about the real estate he owned around Zootopia.

"I will make sure that goat fucker won't be able to expand outside of Sahara Square," the lion had roared out. The feline's words had made Richard's imagination run a bit wild as he said, "I wonder what it would be like."

"What what would be like," the lion responded with a very confused look on his muzzle. "To fuck a goat," the fox said completely non-chalantly.

Scrooge and his jaguar wife, Darlene, looked at the fox with amazement, the two of them completely stunned by what Richard had just said. The fox didn't really pay any attention to it as he kept eating. The whole irony of Scrooge's rant about how he hated Ali al-Daube, one of the four Emirs that made up the United Mammal Emirates, while sitting in one of the restaurants in the hotel and casino that the Emir owned was not lost on the fox. In fact, it made him chuckle, only making the Eclipsers more nervous.

"You brought the subject up," Richard said between bites, "It was only natural that I look at further discussing the issue. Though, you are wrong about one thing. Ali doesn't fuck goats, you're thinking of his son, Shakir. Though, last time I checked, I don't think gazelles are considered goats. I'll have to google it when I get home."

The lion and jaguar pair gave each other nervous looks, each one wondering if they should leave and find another law firm. The fox just waved his hand, "But I digress. I think you might have a good shot at the mayoral office, though, you've got stiff competition. I hear Shakir al-Daube might even run for it."

The lion snorted, "Hyena's are fit to run anything. He'll just drive it right into the ground."

Richard looked around at the five star restaurant filled with hungry mammals, "It seems reality is quite intent on challenging your last statement."

Scrooge snarled, "Don't you remember what they did in Kitara? Whole damn country fell apart into Civil War."

"You mean the one ruled by lion kings that fell apart because the king's brother murdered him and took over, and attempted to create a socialist utopia by nationalizing all the land and businesses before killing holy mammals causing a mass exodus? And when the nephew showed back up, he tried to blame the whole thing on the hyena population, the same population that ended up killing him in the street on his way to the airport to escape? That one," Richard retorted, "It seems to me that you've got a lion-centric view of history. If it wasn't for those hyenas, the nephew would have never gotten back into power."

Scrooge growled as his wife picked up her purse. "We're leaving," the lion said with a snarl, but Richard looked at him, "And I can assume you no longer wish to do business with me?"

"You're damn right," Scrooge replied.

"That is too bad. I was looking at making a sizeable donation to your campaign, but it looks like that money will be going to Shakir instead."

The lion blinked, "How much are we talking?"

"Oh, I was going to donate around say two million dollars."

It wasn't a bad sum, and the lion never refused money, "Fine. I'll still do business with you."

"Excellent! Are you going to stay for dessert? I hear the chocolate cake is amazing."

"No," Scrooge said as he took his wife's hand, "We're still leaving."

"Suit yourself. It just means more for me."

That's how the business meeting had ended, with Richard stuck with the very pricy bill, but he was going to claim it as a business expense on his tax return. What was $745.28 including tip between friends?

The memory of that slowly began to fade as he looked around the house. He noted his wife was not present in the living room, rather, she was laying face down in bed and sounding like she was clear cutting an acre of rainforest. Richard hadn't married Ruby for the noises she made while sleeping though, he married her because she balanced him out, well, that and he'd managed to put Chris inside her on their third date.

The tod chuckled as he stripped down before crawling into bed with her, something that neither of them had gotten to do much of after they'd entered into their respective career fields. It was a bit of a miracle that they'd managed to produce a second kit at all with how little procreation time they'd shared.

There had been a time in the early days of their marriage when Richard had attempted to convince Ruby to be a stay at home mother, but she would have none of it. She'd gone into heavy debt to get her medical degree and by god she was going to use it, something that ultimately boiled down to them rarely sleeping in the same bed with each other at the same time.

Richard was just about to see if he could get some special time with his wife, when the vixen reached her hand up to grip his muzzle. "Not tonight," she said briskly before letting go. The tod thought about protesting, but the clear cutting sound started anew. Growling, Richard rolled over and started to think about what it would be like to fuck a goat.