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Kody Grey was sitting behind a desk typing out an email when his cellphone buzzed, a text message showing up on the screen. "Kody. Rick wants to meet you and your mom Saturday Night," it read, "Can you guys make it?"

The tod thought about it for a few seconds before typing back, "Sure. Where? When," before hitting send.

A few minutes later, his phone vibrated again, "Oasis Hotel and Casino. 8:00 pm." Kody stared at the message. It would mean a very late Saturday night, but on the bright side, he did have a house in Zootopia, the one he'd inherited from his parents. His reply was fairly quick, "Sure."

Another text message came over the phone not long after he replied. "Could show up early? Cousins and wife want to meet you."

Kody chuckled, he figured something like that would happen. "Sure. Meet at my parent's house. 6?"

"6 is fine. See you there," Mike replied.

Kody slowly put the phone down. He was going to meet his paternal family, though, he was curious to see how his mother would react to meeting them. The tod started to figure out all the logistics of the day trip. It might be best to get to Zootopia Friday night if not mid-Saturday morning. He hadn't been back to the house in a while, so he'd need the extra time to clean the house and stock the fridge. The fox was actually happy he hadn't put it on the market.

Kody picked his phone back up, scrolling over to his mother's contact information and pressing the call button. He'd never called her in the middle of the day during the week, so he was curious to know what she was up to.

Jo rarely talked about her work, not that she didn't enjoy it. The vixen was very photogenic, though she'd always been surprised that she was able to stay in front of a camera even though she was now in her late fourties.

It had started in college. To make some extra money, she'd started posing for the art department's drawing classes. That had led to her posing for some of the photography students as well. By the time she'd graduated college, she had a good portfolio to show off.

None the less, she had done some less than savory pictures in her mid-twenties, things she was embarrassed about now, though none of them had been pornographic. Most of her time spent in front of the camera back then had been in skimpy clothing or nude, though because of her pride and what happened with Chris Rowan, she hadn't allowed herself to engage in sexually graphic photography. If she had, she could have easily made a larger name for herself. She had made a more than decent living, though she had made sure to save everything since her parents taught her to be quite frugal.

Jo could have easily afforded to live in Zootopia, not that she hadn't when she was more active as a pin-up girl, but she moved back to Bunnyburrow the first chance she'd gotten, using her savings to buy the house she'd lived in for the past twenty years with a check rather than taking out a mortgage. She liked being close to family, and she liked not having to deal with the hustle and bustle of the city. She also liked being able to pick and choose which shoots she would do, mostly due to her age and her reputation within the industry.

Jo was in the midst of hosting a guest, a younger raccoon girl called RJ, when her son called. The vixen was surprised to get a call in the middle of the day during the week, but she was more than happy to talk to her son.

"Hey shoog," Jo said with a happy smile, "It's not likeya t'call durin' th'week."

"I know mama," Kody replied with just a light hint of the drawl he was starting form, "But Uncle Mike sent me a message. Apparently, he wants us to go to Zootopia on Saturday to meet his family before meeting with Granddad and Grandma."

The vixen giggled as she looked up at RJ, the raccoon girl looking a little perplexed. Jo covered the receiver for a second to say, "It's my boy. Just gimme a minute."

"Oh, that sounds sweet, sugar fox," the vixen smiled, "I'd love t'meet'm. Did they say war?"

"Well, we're meetin' Uncle Mike and his family over at my adopted parent's place at six, then going to the Oasis Hotel and Casino for dinner at eight. I was thinking that we could head to Zootopia Friday night or Saturday morning. I... uhm... I haven't exactly been keeping up with their old house since the accident," her son replied.

"Well, I think we sh'd go Saturday mornin'. I think the first train leaves a might early, but they's got one at seven we c'd take."

"Perfect. I'll see you Friday night?"

"Of course."

"All right. I'll talk to you later, ma."

Jo giggled a little as her son hung up. He'd slowly started to develop the accent from being around her and the rest of his kin. It was cute in a way, a city boy starting to sound country. The raccoon sitting across from her still looked slightly confused.

Rhapsody Journey Drystan, aka RJ Drystan, had grown up over in Todsglen, a predominantly fox town one county over in Sherwood County. Her parents had been music lovers, so much so that they named her after their favorite song, Volehemian Rhapsody, and their favorite band, Journey. The raccon had always hated her name though, so she had insisted on everyone calling her RJ as soon as she'd been able to form coherent sentences. RJ looked like a fairly typical raccoon, her body mostly grey with black gloves and socks and a black mask.

RJ was only about three or four years younger than Kody, and like Jo, she also had managed to get herself involved in being a photography model, though her tastes had run a bit... different to Jo. She hadn't engaged in anything pornographic, but the raccoon woman did have a taste for posing in leather. RJ had met Jo early on in her career and had bonded with her tightly, seeing her like the mother figure that she hadn't gotten a during her tumultuous youth over in Todsglen, primarily due to both parents being engaged in the on and off again logging industry over there.

The raccoon had taken every opportunity to come visit her mentor in Bunnyburrow whenever she had the chance, which had been a great deal since the industry as a whole tended to focus on two major age groups; the 18-25 and then the 35-50 demographics. The two had shared a great deal about one another over their careers, and right now, RJ was more than confused because Jo had never before mentioned her having a son.

"When didja have a kit and why didntcha tell me before," she asked, feeling hurt. The vixen shook her head as she sighed, "I never liked talkin' bout it, RJ. I dun gave him up as a kit, then thrity years later, he cum back lookin' fer me. I'z still tryin' t'get used t'my boy callin' me mama, and it's only been two months since he cum back."

RJ nodded softly. She'd never been a mother, so she didn't know what it was like to lose a child and then have them come back, but somewhere deep down, she understood. "I'm sorry, Jo," she replied, a hand reaching out to gently pat the vixen's knee, "We'z always been truthful with each other, so I guess I'z just a little confuzzled when you said yer boy wuz callin'."

Jo put her hand on the younger woman's, giving her a warm, motherly smile that RJ loved so much, "I know, darlin'. I guess I sh'd tell ya the whole truth."

After the vixen finished her story, the raccon girl was in a bit of shock. I made sense why she never got into the more lewd aspects and why she'd never gotten married. Jo had her pride, and she was a beautiful woman, but what happened with Chris, well, that would change someone to the core. RJ thought about saying something, but she stayed quiet for a few minutes, digesting all the information her mentor told her.

It wasn't like RJ hadn't gone through similar things. Everyone was damaged in their own way. Everyone had their own personal daemons. The raccoon's had been her father. She could vividly picture the old man coming home smelling like saw dust, Pratt's Blue Ribbon, and cheap whisky. Her family had lived paycheck to paycheck, though her father had blown most of it on drowning his sorrow because he'd never attended High School so he couldn't get a better paying job in a town that was becoming more and more urbanized when the mills and logging camps started to fade away.

Her mother had told her that he'd been happy and loving once, but after four children, being unskilled labor, and the dwindling need for large amounts of timber due to an increased reliance on plastics, he'd managed to find himself in a downward spiral that had ended exactly how RJ thought it would.

The raccoon remembered the phone calls, the first one from her mother followed quickly by the County Sheriff. RJ had been eighteen and over at a friend's house "studying", which had really been the two raccoons' secret code for the horizontal mambo. She'd finally gotten to second base with the boar raccoon when her phone went off the first time that night. Her mother had been in tears talking about how her father had come home drunk again, but this time he'd taken his 12-gauge out of the safe to wrap his muzzle around the barrel before pulling the trigger right in front of her.

The Sheriff's call had been nothing more than a formality. RJ never shed a tear for her father, either because of the shock or because she never cared for him or both, not even during the closed casket funeral. Her three brothers all stayed in town afterwards to help their mother. Neal became a plumber and part time Sheriff's Deputy, Ross became an electrician, and Gregg worked as an airframe and power plant mechanic at the local airport. RJ, on the other hand, left town the second she graduated High School.

Her soon ex-boyfriend had been trying to become a photographer, so she'd downloaded all the picture's he'd taken of her off his digital camera and started showing them around to different places until she'd finally managed to get a job at the same place Josephine worked. And the rest, well, the rest was just history.

RJ just stared at Jo for a long minute before finally saying, "Christ. I... Jesus... I... I didn't know. I'm... I'm so sorry."

Jo just waved off her words, "Nothin' t'pologize fer, RJ. Besides, I gots my lil boy back, though, he ain't s'little nor is he a boy no more."

There was a bit of a silver lining to everything it seemed. RJ leaned back in her chair, her eyes still fixed on Jo for a few seconds before she caught sight of a photo she hadn't seen until now. "Is that him," the sow raccoon asked as she looked at the picture of a tod in very formal military attire. RJ couldn't help but think how handsome the fox looked in khaki's, then again, she'd never really thought about tod foxes as handsome before.

"That's him," Jo said before reaching over to take hold of the picture, staring at it for a second before handing it over to the raccoon, "One good lookin' tod, ain't he?"

"Yeah," she replied, staring at her mentor's son, "One good lookin' tod." The words felt odd coming out of her mouth, but they were true. He did look great in that uniform, though RJ started to wonder what he'd look like out of it.

"Is he coming to visit soon," the raccoon asked. The vixen giggled, "He comes home every weekend to spend time with his mama, course, we's going t'Z'topia this weekend t'visit his daddy's kin."

RJ looked down at the photo then back up at Jo, "Mind if I stop bye?"

"Not't all, darlin'."