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The Witching Hours.

Thousands of years ago, it would be the time when insignificant prey hid themselves from the glow of the moon; hid themselves from the fangs of the predator, vehemently searching for its next meal in total blackness. But now, millennia later, things have changed.

Once…only the moon lit the vast expanses of their world once it past the reach of the sun. Now, the city they have wrought through rock and time stands as a testament…a challenge to those ancient ideals. At night the city gleams with the light of thousands of appliances, homes, and businesses. But this city stands for more then just a change in setting; but a change in heart, ideology, and perspective. During the old times, predator and prey mercilessly tore at one another beneath the blanket of darkness that was the night.

But now... The city... Standing erect and shining with a luster incomparable to anything before it; Says otherwise. Predator and prey live in harmony, peace, and cooperation.

It boldly stated that anyone could be anything.

And what a lie that was.

Those who came to the city found out right away that this was merely a misnomer. You could only be what you are, they were told. They were expected. And those that stepped out of line...those that tried; they were looked down upon with disgust. Some with hate. Others with Pity. The rest with a look palpable to that of disappointment, assumption. and stereotypical viewings.

The both of them were met with that and nothing else upon their entrance to this city. One looked at with revulsion and fear by all below it. Expected to be nothing more then a conniving swindler. Hustler. Thief in the shadows. The other, seen as a weak little thing. Nothing more then a morsel for some fanged superior to devour. The two of them met on opposite ends of the spectrum. Against the societal outlook, they became comrades. Then friends. And lastly, lovers. They believe that they have earned the right as well; through blood, sweat and tears. Any who view otherwise can feel free to express. The two of them won't care. For roughly 3 and a half years, they endured pressures from the outside. Those threats gradually lessened throughout that time as more and more citizens began accepting their relationship. Siding with them. Forgiveness would follow. Admiration soon after. Soon enough, most citizens accepted the fact that their world has changed: for the better. Interspecies relationships began popping up left and right. But none would forget the first. The two most unlikely animals to side with one another, much less adhere to a complex relationship. A fox and bunny. One born to shed the others blood. The other born to flee and hide in fear from all it saw as threats: Which was everything…

Oh how the times have changed!

Now they strolled by one another, spoke with open-minded vigor about their thoughts, and expressed their love through one another's warm embrace. But all that aside, they had yet to indulge in a far more intimate ritual. Ever since their first loving acceptance, they both have wondered how this ritual in question would play out. Would they dare attempt it, in fear of themselves or fear of discrimination? For the longest time they simply wondered. These wonders ran rampant in their minds even greater after marriage followed. Could it even be done, they thought. Had it been done before, they pondered. Their mental questions were answered with silence, for neither knew. But dammit, they would be the first if they so had to.

They loved one another greatly.

Society may not approve one way or another, but they didn't care. To bend a knee before these ridiculous expectants would be to surrender to everything they worked so hard against for the past 3 and a half years:

Injustice.

Discrimination.

Racism.

They sought alms for their troubles. They sought for one another's warm embrace, yes, but far more intimate. The city they lived in called for it, Zootopia, Anyone can be anything. The two of them spent the last 3 and a half years proving that statement true. They believed that the both of them, more then anyone else, had the means to express this unalienable right.

After all... If anyone can be anything: Who says a Fox and Bunny couldn't become mates?