Author's Note:

Hello, everyone!

Hope you enjoyed a good July 4.

Next installment is here, as more trouble is uncoverred.

Special thanks to my editor/beta reader, Salty_Kitsune!

Let me know what you think.

Enjoy!

10:15 AM

Driving recklessly down the road, mumbling to herself, Margaret realized she had no idea where she was going—or how she was going to survive on her own, for that matter. She screamed in frustration. She was more than a little miffed at Tom; he could have edited the picture so that it wasn't recognizable or, even better, ran the story in such a way that the picture wasn't needed at all.

Going back to the burrow and apologizing to everyone was not an option to the doe, deemed by her as crawling back in defeat. This added to her frustration, until, all of a sudden, she knew what she would do, and turned off the highway, taking a side road back into town. It took her thirty minutes to get there, but she eventually made it to the semi-secluded townhouse where Tom and his roommate, Vince, lived. She parked the car in a guest slot and strode purposefully towards the front door, ringing the doorbell.

She rang twice more before Vince sleepily opened the door. The tall, sloppy-yet-cute brown rabbit was in his underwear, grinning down at her.

"He screwed over you with that picture, didn't he?" the buck chuckled. "He's not back yet. Said he was going out to celebrate."

Margaret barged inside, grabbing him by his chest fur and pushing him against the wall. "I didn't come to see Tom," she purred, kneeling before him while pulling down his underwear. An elderly female prairie dog walking by on the sidewalk gasped and rushed past as the bunny took Vincent in her mouth.

"Holy Scat, Margaret!" the shocked buck groaned, fumbling ineffectively at the door, then giving up completely. His toes curled as he urgently stroked the determined doe's ears and, within a couple of minutes, he emptied himself in her muzzle. He stood, panting, vainly trying to understand what was happening; he had a very poor track record with the ladies and this was beyond his experience, something straight out of Playbunny Magazine.

Margaret wiped him clean with his underwear, then stood up on her tippy-toes, licking her lips. "I need a place to stay," she cooed, kissing him. "My family has turned into a bunch of perverts, and I can't trust anybody else. I've always liked you, Vince, and I now know what a big mistake I made. I should have come to you first, instead of Tom. Can you ever forgive me?" She rubbed her cheek affectionately against his chest.

"S-sure," he mumbled, catching his breath. "You can stay… in my room... if you'd like."

"Oh, that would be swell," she purred, fondling him. "Do you have some time to show me where it is? I hardly got any sleep last night because of Tom, and I could use a nap." He nodded, swallowing, forgetting she knew the layout of the house perfectly well. She yawned, slipping her paws under her skirt to take off her panties. "Do you mind if I sleep naked?" she said, tossing the flimsy garment onto the coffee table. "It's so much more comfortable that way."

Vince swatted the front door shut, picking up the doe in his arms and taking her to his room.

10:35 AM

Across the one-way mirror, Patricia Packland heaped disaster upon disaster on Commonwealth politics for years to come. Alone in the darkened observation room, Marcus barely listened anymore as each new name and circumstance mentioned was recorded for deeper investigation. The interrogators expertly guided the interview, asking the right questions at the right time, doubling back circuitously for confirmation, ensuring answers didn't change or contradict. They were methodical, their expertise drawn from years of interrogating Organized Crime suspects, and they paid no attention to the relevancy of the information collected, letting their superiors worry about that.

Those initial fifty suspects picked up overnight were just the tip of the iceberg.

Granted, Marcus expected only about one third to be implicated, but the number of other suspects was growing by the minute. As enough facts were gathered for each new name, a two-mammal team was sent out to pick them up, using the ZBI's extensive database to cross reference the teams vs. suspects as best as possible. Already three more agents had been flagged for questioning.

The door silently swung open, followed by ZBI Director Wolfred Castille, a tough-looking, older grey wolf coming in. "How goes it, Marcus?" The wolf asked.

"It's mind boggling," the ram answered, showing him the growing list of names. The Director sat down across from him, reading with awe. "You didn't have to come in all the way from Zootopia for this, you know," Marcus said. The Director chuckled, looking at the wolfess through the glass.

"She is a magnificent looking female, isn't she?" he said, admiringly. Marcus shrugged.

"Teeth like that make me uncomfortable," the ram laughed. The Director slid the list back across to Marcus.

"Have you ever done something really stupid you wish you hadn't?" he said, almost whispering, to Marcus's growing horror.

Twenty months ago

"Is it him?" Princess Chia yipped excitedly at her friend giddily entering the room and closing the door. "Is it him?" Kasani gripped the white wolfess' shaking paws tightly, nodding vigorously. "Is he handsome?" the Princess asked.

"You know I cannot tell you that, my lady," the red-furred vixen replied, biting her lower lip and smiling widely, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Have you read the contract?" Chia asked, coyly. The vixen giggled.

"Of course I read it," she answered, smugly. "I am supposed to screen all contracts for you, my lady, remember?"

"I cannot believe I am so excited," Chia said, breathlessly. "It is just another marriage contract, after all."

"Perhaps, my lady," Kasani said. "But there are no more challengers left to delay things." The vixen smiled. "What will you do? Will you accept? Do you need more time to decide?" She giggled. "Perhaps my lady is not ready to breed?"

Chia nearly howled at that. "Gracious, no," she growled in frustration. "I am so ripe to be bred, I can hardly sleep at night."

"Is that what those moans are that keep me up all night?" Kasani teased. "A Royal Princess... dreaming… of her Prince?"

Chia blushed, and Kasani gave her a hug. "Your time has come, Chia," she whispered. "You can finally take your place in the Empire." The wolfess snorted.

"I am fifteenth in line, remember?" she whispered back. "The tailhole of the family: That is my place." Kasani winked at the wolfess.

"My lady always told me," she murmured, "that fate has its own way of arranging things."

"Especially when someone determined helps it along," Chia completed. "You will help me, then?"

"You are my dearest friend," Kasani said. "And your vision is true. How could I not? It is also the best chance I have of bringing Arthur back to me."

"We will get him back, regardless," the wolfess chided her friend. "You already have my promise on that."

Kasani laughed softly. "But we have a much better chance of survival if your plans succeed," she said. Chia smiled in acknowledgement.

There was a polite knock on the door. "Yes?" Kasani called out.

"A request for marriage has been received," came the ringing voice of the Royal Commons Headmistress.

"For whom?" Chia shouted, mischievously. There was a pause.

"Well... for.. you, your Highness" came the slightly flustered reply.

"Well, then, why di—" Chia started, but Kasani stopped her, giggling.

"Bring it in, Lady Friskel," the vixen shouted. "Let us see what a Royal Princess trades for, these days," she added, irreverently, then squealed as Chia tickled her. The door opened, letting in a distinguished-looking older Snow Leopardess who frowned at the younger females.

"This is serious business," she scolded. "The fate of the Empire hangs on your decision, your Highness."

"Assuming all my siblings pass away first," Chia retorted, holding out her paw for the rolled up document. The gruff Headmistress harrumphed.

"Fate has a funny way of dealing with the unprepared," she warned.

"Yes, it does at that," Chia said, ominously, unrolling the contract. Her eyes popped wide open at the strong, masculine scent rising from the parchment. She caught Kasani's knowing look and smiled. The scent was very pleasant, musky, bringing to mind the forest and mountains.

The contract was long and detailed, but worded in Traditional terms. It was also written by paw, and not organized in the manner of a standardized contract. She spent a moment considering the mammal who had taken the time to write it, evaluating it against what she had researched about him. The 'brag sheet' portion was extensive, taking up nearly a third of the document.

"Is all of this real?" Chia found herself asking, incredulously, like every movie cliché.

"Yes, your Highness," the Headmistress said, curtly, looking at Kasani. "It has been verified, as this wild pup should have told you." The vixen curtsied. "He is a High Lord," the Leopardess continued, ignoring the vixen, "able to support you, from an honorable House, and has affirmed, upon his honor, that he can breed you."

"Well, yes," Chia laughed. "Of course he will say that. But he is obviously along in years. Can he actually perform?"

"Scent it and find out," Kasani said, impudently.

The look that briefly passed over the Headmistress' face spoke volumes to the wolfess, who had an extraordinary talent for reading body language. "You slept with him!"

The Snow Leopardess choked on her suddenly swallowed spit, coughing wildly and turning red. Kasani slapped her on the back while Chia fetched a glass of water for the feline. "I wasn't always the Headmistress," she grumbled, blushing. "You have nothing to fear about his… vigorousness."

Chia took a deep breath. The Headmistress watched her impassively. Kasani wore a confident smile of anticipation.

The wolfess needed to make a choice.

It was no longer a theoretical exercise. She had spent years preparing for this moment, but now her stomach had a million butterflies trying their best to get out. Kasani nodded, never one to doubt her, and Chia wished she could share that confidence. Had she actually considered all the possible outcomes? Was there some glaring error she had overlooked? Was she ready to embark down this path?

Was she ready for the Throne?

Could she not be? Her eyes narrowed. While she may have lacked confidence, there was one thing she had in abundance: Determination.

She brought the document up and rubbed her cheeks against it, covering the parchment with her scent. Kasani bowed, with a deep respect almost never displayed by the vixen. A feral smile of approval graced the Headmistress' face, surprising the Princess, though not as much as when the Snow Leopardess formally went down on her knees to accept the scented document from the wolfess' paws.

"Will your Majesty require the Blindfold?" the feline asked, formally. Chia nearly jumped at the title, wondering if she had already made a mistake and let her plans slip. The Headmistress grinned at Chia's reaction. "It is a reminder," the feline said. "As a married female, you are eligible for the Throne. However remote that possibility may seem."

"Of course," Chia let out, relieved. Kasani came next to her.

"Yes," she said. "Her Highness will take the Blindfold." She took out a small bottle of eye drops and proceeded to blind the Princess. "Can't have her running away at the first sight of a co—"

The Headmistress cracked up in laughter, snorting loudly. "You are incorrigible," she laughed, then opened the door for the guards to come in and hang cameras on every corner of the room.

"Let's go, whelp," she said to Kasani, then to Chia. "Your Highness, you know the rules: Your suitor will be chemically blinded. Do you require longer than the minimum three hours?"

"I don't know!" Chia yipped, almost panicking as her eyes began to lose vision.

"You're young and attractive," the Snow Leopardess assured. "You will be fine." Chia giggled, wondering how that would matter to a blind male. The Headmistress bowed formally.

"Cameras will be set and recording," she continued, "but not monitored. These recordings will be sealed with your contract in the vault should any legalities arise that require a review. Sound will be monitored at all times. No sounds but those nature has granted by instinct shall be allowed. That is, no words, music or any sort of schooled communication may take place until the contract has been consummated. At the first sign of communication, the contract shall be deemed ready for confirmation, and the examiners shall enter to verify this. Should the examiners determine a null result, the party at fault shall be charged with failure to honorably close the contract, and appropriate action shall be taken, even to the extent of death, if it is determined fraud has taken place. You will have the right to appeal without prejudice in case of dispute, with your honor and status unblemished should you win. Do you understand all I have said?"

"Y-yes," Chia stammered, suddenly afraid of making a mistake.

"It is always like this, the first time," the Headmistress comforted her. "Do not be overly concerned."

"Stay on the bed," Kasani reminded her friend as the Headmistress gently pushed the vixen out the door.

"So be it," said the leopardess with another bow. "You have five minutes to prepare, then your suitor shall enter. May this contract fulfill all your dreams, your Highness."

The Snow Leopardess turned and left closing the door behind her, starting the longest five minutes of Chia's life. The wolfess removed her clothes and lay on the bed, trying to look sexy, but not knowing how, then laughing nervously as she remembered he would be unable to see her, anyway. She had rehearsed many times what she would do when this moment came, but found none of that mattered. Those had been flights of fancy. This was real.

Her sight left without her even noticing, the way the day fades away while reading an engrossing book by a window, suddenly realizing she couldn't see. Sounds and smells became more noticeable as her body compensated for the loss of its primary sense. Perversely, her mind filled with scenes from so many slasher films, where the blind bride-to-be meets her untimely, bloody end while expecting a blissful encounter.

Time passed without meaning then, suddenly, a faint click resounded through the room, nearly sending her into a panic to ask who was there. The scent from the contract filled the room, only muskier: the scent of an aroused wolf.

He was like a ghost. Her heart pounding, ears straining, she heard him take a long, deep sniff, murring appreciatively, then no sound at all, not even the muted clicks of sheathed claws on the floor, until his hot breath was ruffling the fur on her neck. She found herself paralyzed with fear, then gasped as large, incredibly strong arms effortlessly turned her over, face down, his muzzle burying itself under her tail, sniffing before nuzzling and licking away at her hidden places. She became even more frightened by his intensity, but that didn't matter; her instincts took over, making her pant with excitement at his ministrations, her body responding with her own arousal. Her rump came up on its own to accept more of his caresses then, out of nowhere, pleasure exploded through her body. She howled with her climax and suddenly he was inside her, lifting her to her paws and knees, thrusting right past her maidenhead, her howl of pleasure cut short by her sharp yelp of pain.

Just a few, quick thrusts and he pulled her tightly against him, taking her neck into his powerful jaws. She howled again, louder this time, as his knot locked them together and he emptied himself in her, consummating their contract.

"You're mine, now," he growled possessively by her ear as she panted in a daze beneath him. He flopped down on the bed, his knot dragging her down unceremoniously next to him. "There is a waiting list for the Zootopia Commons," he informed her. "You will remain here until a room opens up."

"Zootopia?" she asked, returning to her senses. "What am I supposed to do down there?"

'Warm my bed and bear my kits," he rumbled. "Is there anything else you can do?"

"What are you doing in that forsaken place?" she wanted to know. He grunted.

"Saving the Empire," he said, dismissively. "I do not expect you to understand such things." He got off the bed, pulling out roughly from her. "Oh, by the way, my name is Octavio, Lord Belyiklyk."

10:45 AM

Chia giggled, snuggling her rump against Octavio, her tail draped lazily over his hips. He lovingly nuzzled her neck, his paws running appreciatively over her arms and thighs while they lay locked, spooned together, after coupling in the luxurious airship suite.

"What has my Alpha so amused?" He whispered into her ear with a playful nip.

Her paw came up to scratch under his jaw. "I was just remembering our first time together," she told him. Octavio let out a disappointed sigh.

"I am sorry, my love," he apologized. "I was not very kind to you then."

"It is water under the bridge, beloved," she murred. "We call it the past because we no longer live there."

"Still…"

She silenced him with a finger on his lips. "The path we took is what led us here," she said. "Change one thing, and we would be somewhere else. I like where I am."

He growled, stroking her hips. "As do I," he breathed into her ear. She giggled, wiggling her rump.

"You used to be serious, my love," she teased.

"I used to be a fool," he admitted. "Why did you wait so long to... enlighten me?"

*You were busy with other matters," she deflected. "Could you take me again, before the others return?"

"I will take you over and over all day if you wish," he murred, nibbling her ear. "There is little else to do on this airship." He nuzzled her neck. "But you will have to answer my question first." His paws cupped and massaged her breasts in the way she liked the most.

She moaned softly. "Is this how you interrogate all your victims?" she murred.

"Only the ones I love," he growled. "Have you reconsidered your answer?"

"Oh, very we-e-ell," she crooned. "I yield."

"Should I stop, then?" he whispered, playfully.

"Not if you wish me to say anything more," she breathed, covering his paws with hers. "I had my doubts about you," she confessed. "You left me on the bed like a cheap courtesan, not even waiting for the examiners to finish with me. You were my first. I had never felt so humiliated in my life, laying there bruised, bleeding and...and...used." Octavio whined softly, nuzzling her head comfortingly.

"It wasn't until I took up actual residence in the Commons," she went on, "that I learned from the other females that my experience had not been so terrible after all. So I pushed Father to get my room at the Embassy immediately rather than annul the contract for breach of access—I was truly upset with you, my love. Father wanted me to keep an eye on you, so he agreed. I was to report on your activities and give my impressions of you."

"I always wondered how you managed to get your room so quick," he chuckled. She elbowed him.

"There was a six-month waiting list, you rascal," she chided. "Did it ever occur to you to make advanced reservations?"

"I did," he protested. "As soon as I learned your father was accepting contracts." Chia giggled.

"Kasani sent you that notification," she confided. "Father did not let it be widely known I was available for marriage; it took us three months to realize he had not sent a public notice of availability, and then another month to find you."

"You are determined," he admitted, proudly.

"Yes. Well," she continued, "I was ready to give up on you when I learned you had slept with half the Embassy females." Octavio became remarkably quiet. "Hmmm. I also noticed you were not selective: Anything female and available was acceptable." She felt him squirm uncomfortably. "I remained in Zootopia because I was your only regular playmate."

"Until Tonya arrived," she growled. "If Arthur had not killed her, I would have." He nuzzled her ears apologetically. "If you had ever brought her into your quarters..." she rumbled.

"You are the only female I have invited into my quarters," he assured her, submissively.

"Is that so?" she asked, sweetly.

"In Zootopia," he clarified.

"In Zootopia…?" she mused.

"Since you arrived," he admitted, sheepishly.

"I love you, Octavio," she sang, happily. "And if you ever cheat on us, we will have that magnificent member of yours for supper." He smiled indulgently, though knowing she was serious.

"Well," he chuckled, "I did vow to provide for you."

"Why did you sleep with her, of all mammals?" Chia asked, softly.

"I had to be sure she could do as I required," he said, ashamed. "The professors at the Institute were chosen for their... weaknesses… in addition to their talents."

"What do you mean?"

"I requested a particular... type... of vixen," he explained. "One who would not be scandalized to play the harlot. When Tonya arrived, I did not believe that would be the case, knowing she was of Noble blood. If I had known her father had also been Raised, I would have simply sent her back home."

"Why would the Ministry send her?" Chia wondered aloud.

"Maedved told me she walked in and specifically requested the assignment," Octavio told her. Thinking back, he realized the dead polar bear had withheld telling him Tonya's family had been Raised in order to gather cause against him. "And with her educational background, it was a perfect fit. Better than perfect, since she was brilliant and no subterfuge was required to get her into the Institute. But, I had to be sure…"

"So," Chia mumbled, "you trained her." Octavio sighed.

"No," he said, uncomfortably. "She was a troubled mammal, my love. We found there was nothing we needed to teach her. I will discuss it with you, if you so desire, but I would rather it stay in the past."

"Are you crying?" she asked, surprised at hearing a slight sniffle.

"Is that important?"

"Yes," she murred. "Are you sorry for what happened to her?"

"No," he said, heavily. "But I weep because I would do it all again if necessary."

She turned around, breaking their lock, and kissed him tenderly. "That is why you will be my Emperor," she whispered. He sighed.

"Ever since I conceived my plan," he said, pensively, a small frown on his face, "I accepted that there would be a price in lives. I simply did not care about it very much, back then. Now, these past few days, the cost weighs on my conscience and I do not like the feeling. I am glad that Zootopian couple survived."

"We have both changed a lot," she admitted, stroking his cheek. "I believe it is for the best, my love. Our Traditions place more value on individual lives than we have grown accustomed to giving. That is something we will have to address, if we are to bring back our former glory."

"Am I doing the right thing?" he asked. "Taking us all to Aurora? Things are so different; I feel I have no control anymore, that I am only reacting to events."

"We are not reacting, this time," she reminded him. "Your plans and mine have converged, and you are no longer acting alone, but in concert. That is what is different." She smiled, looking into his eyes. "We were born for this moment, my love. Now, that it is here, we are taking action. And we will do what we must."

"Did you know your father was against me?"

"Father is only for himself," she said, dismissively. "I did not know he had become your enemy, however. I thought he was close to you, but that, of course, was hearsay. He seldom spoke to me about things such as that, though after we made our contract, he did seem pleased with the outcome." She laughed. "Perhaps it was just the prospect of sending me away from Aurora. To think I believed he was watching out for my well-being when he asked me to report on you." She giggled. "Not a mistake I shall repeat."

"Just what did you tell him, beloved?"

"I told him you were very dedicated to your work—and an attentive betrothed," she said, sweetly, to Octavio's discomfort. "So I did not completely perjure myself. He wanted to know how your assignment was progressing, but I really did not know, since you never confided in me. It is possible he thought I was lying about that, I suppose."

"No," Octavio growled. "If you had known, it would have been treason: Me, for telling you. You, for giving classified information to someone without clearance." He chuckled, though without real humor. "Your father does not have that high a security clearance at his own request: He wants to maintain Plausible Deniability to the House of Lords."

Chia's face became indignant. "He was trying to entrap me?" she yowled. "That treacherous weasel!"

"I would like to tell you that it was accidental," he said. "But he strictly warns everyone about this whenever he is briefed."

"So, why did you reveal your plans to me, two nights ago?" she whispered, knowing, inside, the answer.

"You are my mate," he said, placing his forehead against hers. "My Alpha. I have no secrets from you, beloved."

She murred, her eyes turning sultry, and kissed him passionately. "Do you still doubt yourself?"

He rubbed his nose against hers. "I suppose I never really did," he said. "It is very comforting, however, to have your words of reassurance."

"We are one, my love," she whispered. "There is nothing we cannot accomplish together." She kissed him, then turned around, snuggling her rump against him, making him groan. "But we still need pups to claim the Throne," she giggled. He nipped playfully at her neck.

"Then let us strive together with renewed purpose towards that end," he growled, taking hold of her hips.

Outside the cabin, Alexandra held up her paw, her sharp bunny ears catching the sounds from the other side of the door. She turned to her other mothers. "I believe we all wanted to see the movie playing in the main theater," she said, smiling. The others giggled, and, as one, they all headed back to the main deck.

11:35 AM

"Hey, Big Guy," Matilda's voice came clearly through the secure link. "Anything... respectable… I can do for you?"

Marcus couldn't help laughing. "Well," he confessed, "I just had the sky fall on me, and I figured you have experience in such things."

"Ohh, boy," she said. "Who got implicated?"

"Director Castille," he informed, to a loud expletive from her. "He just walked in the observation room, cool as can be, and confessed to an affair with Packland."

Matilda whistled. "Anything else?" she asked. "That's indiscreet, but not criminal. You know that."

"There were detailed discussions of several cases involving Counter-Intelligence," he told her. "All quite innocent if she weren't a spy."

"You know the drill, Marcus," she said after a short pause.

"Yeah," he whispered. "I guess I know how you and Jack felt. I'll call the Mayor. I was hoping you could you join the call; I tried Jack, but his number says he's 'indisposed'—a new one for me."

"The storm is just gathering," she confided. "He's going to need a lot of support. Don't worry, Big Guy: I got your back."

Marcus chuckled. "I like the sound of that," he said. "ZIA and ZBI finally cooperating productively. You know, I'll be in Zootopia tonight…"

"I just happen to have some room at my place," she said, casually. "Imagine that."

"Might not have any time to sleep," he chuckled.

"I guarantee you won't," she purred. "Call the Mayor in ten minutes? I need to get more coffee."

"Ten minutes it is," he laughed. "I need a refill, myself."

11:50 AM

Sitting on the edge of the messy bed, Vince shook his head, looking down at the bunny snoring next to him; Tom had never mentioned she snored. Then he remembered one of the biggest complaints his roommate had, which was Margaret always insisted on being driven home to sleep. Vince frowned; now she needed somewhere to stay? Something was Going On.

She was a first-class lay, but Vince did not appreciate being played. Was she simply getting back at Tom? He thought on her earlier comments, about her family being perverts and not trusting anyone else. Tom had joked she was a bit kooky and maybe she was more than just 'a bit'. But this was also an opportunity, if he played his cards right. And she really was a first-class lay.

He got up and went to the shower, settling under the warm jets to let the water soothe his thoughts. He had teased the doe before about her 'perverted' sister, Judy, who so blatantly went against the Natural Order of Things to marry that fox. Vince had always suspected Margaret wanted the fox for herself from the way the doe spoke about him, but he had obviously been wrong if she was running away from that perverted family of hers.

Vince had a Blog, The Natural Order, which he was very proud of. Sure, Tom got his stories on Bunnyvision News, but Vince's audience reached millions throughout all of Mammaldom, with subscribers in every country, including Pawaii. Those millions of subscribers shared his opinion that rabbits should only breed with rabbits and foxes with foxes. Top scientific contacts agreed with him that horrible mutations would result if ever two such diverse species crossed, and Vince had posted hundreds of images of simulated horrors that would arise should ever such a travesty of Nature take place. He shuddered, imagining, again, a race of Predators that bred as fast as rabbits, one that would quickly eat through everything in their path, to be reduced to farming the few remaining prey to sustain a barbarous, bloodthirsty existence.

Vince took a deep breath, calming down. With Margaret Hopps, from the most vocal Interspecies advocate Clan in Bunnyburrow, now on his side (for she surely must be, he reasoned, if he was the only one she trusted,) Vince could rally his subscribers to finally take action when the doe gave a detailed account of the perversities taking place inside the Hopps Burrow. Laws could be passed, measures taken, to preserve the clean, safe lifestyle Mammaldom had enjoyed since they first became sentient.

He stood in the fur dryer, turning around with his arms up. The forced air blowing on his face invigorated him, making him bounce up and down on his feet with renewed purpose. The Natural Order would finally become Mainstream.

Author's Note:

Did you enjoy Chapter Three?

That can of worms is pretty deep.

Until next time,

Thanks for reading!