Pride.

That's what she felt. She sure would get another term this year, and all she had to do was smile, wave and here and there shout in a megaphone things like "We are protecting diversity!" or "Same-species union for a prosperous Zootopia!".

Skye loved power, she loved the crowd, she loved everything about being a congresswoman. This was her moment to shine and the party was backing the whole thing. Maybe I should run for the Mayor position after my next term, who would dare and try to stop me? Her smile widened, it felt inebriating.

Her black tailleur contrasted so much with her silver fur that her companions shied next to her. She leaned against the edge of the parade truck and felt the sun rays heat her fur. That fur treatment is really paying off, I'm more shiny than silver.

"Duck, Mrs Serebryanyi!" Shouted her bodyguard. Skye crouched to her fours and heard a faint crack, her yak bodyguard's left hoof dripped with something transparent. Eggs. Someone is throwing eggs.

Then came the shouting.

"You damn fascists! You are not going to spread your hate here!" Sounded from the front of a theater, a new salvo of eggs following.

That voice.Are you kidding me? Thought Skye. She pushed her bodyguard out of her way and showed her face over the truck's safety wall. A small group of angry mammals stood in front of a theater, throwing eggs with determination. His gray fur made her heart skip a beat.

"Jack?!" Skye shouted, standing up. She quickly dodged two eggs that were thrown her way.

"Skye?!" The rabbit froze, egg in hand. "Skye!" He shouted again, a wide smile in this face.

"JACK!" Skye was jumping of joy. She realized now three things: first, the truck was still moving; second, everyone in the truck and in the crowd was looking confused at her; third, there was a convenient lamp post close to her. "Jack! I'm coming down!" She took of her coat and pulled up her sleeves, her neat bright green shirt becoming crumpled.

"Mrs Serebryanyi, what are you doing?!" Shouted her bodyguard, reaching for her arm.

Skye spun around his hoof and jumped for the lamp post, she grabbed it with both her front paws and let her body spin around it, flying in a spiral. The perks of having been a young acrobat… She pressed both her hind paws against the post and threw herself against the small crowd of once angry and now deeply confused mammals. Her entourage screamed for her over the truck, but she was not listening. Well, her body wasn't. Skye, what the hell are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?! She rolled to the ground in the mid of the crowd and jumped back to her two paws, her rabbit shoved his way through the crowd, trying to reach her. When they met she went for his hand, pulling him inside the theater. What was that uncontrollable joy?

She pulled him, aimlessly, getting deeper and deeper inside the theater. She ran through a red curtain and saw herself inside an empty amphitheater. She froze, now realizing that she had no idea where she was. Then she felt a pull on her hand. "This way!" Spoke Jack, pulling her towards a large red door written "Authorized Personnel Only". Jack slammed the door open and guided her upstairs. She smiled, thrilled.

By the end of the staircase they were running in an old moldy hallway. Several golden doors stood in a row, alternating in such a way that no door faced one another. Jack pushed open one of them and led her inside, closing the door behind them. They both panted, and when they looked at each other they laughed, loudly.

Skye looked around the small room, and saw some things that she expected from Jack: an undone bed; some clothes abandoned all around the room; several piles of books asking to fall to the ground but, for some ulterior motive, remaining stacked. Then, some things that she did not expect: photos from foreign lands; a machete like sword, hanging in the wall, several colored sashes attached to it; a censer with a single stick releasing a tangerine smelling smoke.

The she looked at him: black stripes ran along his cheeks, those were new; he wore a white crumpled shirt with a loosened black tie; all this completed by black clean jeans.

She walked towards him, her tail turning to the opposite side of her hips with each step. He leaned his back against the wall, a peaceful smile on his lips and those dreamy eyes… I love those purple eyes… she got close to him and pressed her groin against his. She felt he slide his paws over her legs, towards her hips. She bit her lip.

"Hi." Spoke Skye, softly.

"Hey." Spoke Jack. His breath smelled of bourbon.

She slid her paws over his shoulders toward his neck, her claws caressing his skin under his soft fur. He nuzzled her snout against his and felt his hardness against her body. She slid her hands down his neck, feeling him tremble as her claws slid over his shirt. She pulled his tie and fixed it right, the knot close to his throat. Skye then turned her body and softly slapped his face with her bushy tail, walking towards his bed and away from his hungry arms.

"You tease." Said Jack, a coy smile behind his words.

Skye sat on the bed and crossed her legs. "You stopped returning my letters two years ago."

"And you joined the Confoederatio." His smile waned.

"It's politics Jack…" Skye frowned.

"Oh, is that so? And do they know that you mingled with a rabbit? You didn't seen ashamed of me when we made love." Jack walked towards Skye, pulling off his tie. She felt her heart race. She missed him. She hated him. I have to go back to my rally. Jack pushed her against the bed and she ceded. He gently bit her arms and she moaned as he went up towards her neck. She felt as his knee slid between her legs up her skirt, touching her. Ok, screw the rally. Jack kept biting her neck and the cher cheeks. He got very close to her ears and she could hear his breath and feel it's warmth. "You usually screamed 'Jack! Jack! Yes!' at the top of your lungs." She knew he was smiling. Jack rolled from over her to her side. Skye blinked and sat up. So that's how we gonna play?

"Why are you back? I thought you were going to 'know the whole world, become a big star'. What are you doing in this scummy theater?" Skye slid one of her claws along his leg.

"The world is smaller than it seemed. And less interesting than it looked like. And I missed here." He slid his right paw along her arm, reaching her face and caressing her cheek.

"Didn't you miss me?" Skye reached for him and gave him a light peck.

"Every day." Jack pulled her body against his and kissed her. She longed for his tongue, she craved for his smell. It was just like five years ago, like in the day he left.

She pressed his crotch and went for the buttons in his shirt, almost ripping them out. She slid her paws over his chest towards his back and pulled him towards her. She turned her hips and threw her legs over him, mounting him. If she could, she would pull him so strongly that their bodies would melt and turn into one, as if they were moist clay. But she would have to satisfy herself with his hands clumsily pulling her shirt from inside her skirt and opening it. His hands hungrily reached for her breasts and pressed them, she moaned and felt her body on fire.

Skye opened his pants and pulled out his member, she caressed it and he grunted with pleasure. She grinded him, rhythmically, feeling her panties moisten with both her and his juices. He grabbed her hips, but she pushed him towards the bed. He reached for her mouth and she bit his finger, gently. He desired her with a fiery passion, she desired him with every cell in her body.

Skye stood up and slid down her panties, throwing them away. She knelt back for him and pulled him inside her. Everything else lost meaning, there was only him and her. Her body was molten lava, the room was a furnace, each paw pad of her was moist with sweat. She moved her hips up and down, feeling him slide inside her. She smiled and sank her claws in his chest, moaning with pleasure. His expression became one of ecstasy, his eyes almost turned. He focused back on her and held her hips with his strong hands, slamming her back against the wall, thrusting in her. Skye moaned with pleasure and enlaced him with her legs, trying to pull him more inside of her.

Their dance intensified and she slid her claws along his back, hurting him, bleeding him. He pressed her waist with his paws and bit her nipple. Skye yipped and looked deep in his eyes as her body moved up and down, trembling with every thrust. They kissed savagely, drinking each other in large cups.

He pulsed inside her and roared, his stripes seemed fitting now. Skye pressed him against her with her legs, not wanting a single drop to spill. She felt as his legs got weak and he fell to his knees, no longer sustaining her body. The bed shook with the impact, but she wasn't sated.

"More…" She demanded.

He smiled and turned her back to the bed. She licked her lips and spread her legs, welcoming him. He thrusted and sucked her nipples, gently, hungrily. She moaned with pleasure and slid one of his hands from her hips to her tail. He grabbed its base and pressed, pulled. Her body trembled, she felt his member being compressed inside her. She yipped loud, her body melted.

He laid by her side, panting for air. She smiled, her tongue dripped and she panted trying to cool her body.

"You... should open the window." She asked amidst her fire.

Jack nodded and rolled over her, landing is his two feet beside the bed. He opened the window, letting a cool breeze in. She took deep breaths, cooling her body. Jack climbed the bed over her and laid back by her side, caressing her belly.

She pulled him over her chest and nuzzled his head, taking in his smells. Cigarette, alcohol, mold, sweat, Jack. "Why did you stop returning my letters?"

"I was for a whole year in a tiger monastery. I had no way to pick your letters." Jack shoved his face inside her fur, she could feel him breathing deeply and his gentle love bites.

"Is that where the stripes came from?" She lifted her head a bit, looking for his eyes.

"Yeah, they believed that if I was to train with them I should look a bit more like a tiger." He tried to burrow himself deeper in her chest, to no avail.

"What are you doing in this… marvelous theater?" Skye caressed Jack's head, feeling his soft ears with her paws.

"I'm one of the lead actors in some of the Goatspeare plays." He lifted his snout from her fur and looked at her. "I'm Lamblet in… well, Lamblet."

"Oh…" Said Skye. He is still the same, after all… She looked once more around his room, it was a mess. He is never amounting to more that this, is he? She caressed his head, that old flame still burnt. Is this what you want for yourself Skye? Her heart raced with the realization.

Jack lifted his torso. "Are you OK, honey?"

"Yeah I…" Skye pushed him away and stood up, fixing her skirt. She checked it for stains, but it seemed clean enough. "Where… did I threw my panties?"

"Right there." Jack pointed to a pile of books.

Skye leaned over the stack and picked her underwear. She slid inside it, feeling a bit uncomfortable still being moist. She picked her shirt from the floor and frowned on how much it was crumpled. Skye dressed it and felt her fur press against the shirt, she pressed its edges back inside her skirt, trying to look a bit more tidy. She felt around her fur and noticed how messy her it was. "Do you have a brush around here, somewhere?"

Jack sat on his bed and pulled a box from under it, a bit of fiddling and he produced a fur brush. Skye picked it and started tidying herself up, getting her fur nice and straight.

"Are you already leaving?" Asked Jack, with puppy eyes.

"Of course, I have to get back to my rally." Skye threw the brush back to him.

"How can you… promote that message? How about us Skye?" Jack stood up, a baffled expression in his face.

Are you this naive Jack? Haven't you grown? "I'm a congresswoman Jack, this is politics. What we have, has nothing to do with it. Do you have a number?"

"I… yeah… let me… write it down for you." Jack wrote a string of numbers in a piece of paper and handed it to Skye.

She picked it and hid inside her shirt pocket. "Was nice seeing you Jack, I'll call you." Skye turned her back and walked out of the room. If I pick a cab I still can get in time for the end of the rally, I'll have to figure out an excuse for vanishing mid it.

"Skye, wait! Skye!" Jack shouted, from his door.