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Isabella sits in her seat at the council, her arms folded and placed neatly upon the desk as her eyes stare off in the direction of the current speaker. While she maintains the air of the confident and mature woman, she is, in reality a dangerous concoction of a giddy schoolgirl, a paranoid politician, and and over-tired, over-caffinated adult.

"And with that," speaks Hamlin, sitting on the opposite side of the council, "we are ready to vote."

Isabella blinks and leans in towards Penelope, whispering to her. "Quick, uh, which proposal we voting on?"

The platypus raises an eyebrow at her and whispers back. "It's the human migration initiative... are you alright?"

"Didn't get a lot of sleep last night," Isabella says, raising her hand when the "ayes" were called.

Penelope shakes her head "Worried about the vote today?"

For a split second, Isabella feels her arms wrapped around her daughter's warm, naked body, pulling the girl's back up against her naked chest, and peppering little kisses all over her neck and her shoulder. "S... something like that..."

As the day ends for the council, Isabella takes a brisk path towards the closest exit she can. The echoes of her heels on the tile work as a mantra as the memories of Mina's tongue, flicking and licking over different parts of her body, invade her calm mind. Standing out by the entrance is Penelope and Rosemary. Isabella brushes her hair back over her ear and nods to them, but as she passes, Penelope calls out. "Hey, wait, Isabella!"

Isabella closes her eyes, sighs,and forces those incestuous thoughts out of her mind. "Yes?"

Rosemary responds. "We were thinking of celebrating this new law by heading out to a place--just us girls.

"Shouldn't you be heading home to your family?" Isabella asks.

"Please," Rosemary says, shooing her off. "You say that as if my entire identity is a mother and a wife. I thought our kind was much more progressive than that."

Isabella shakes her head. "I didn't mean it like that. I... Mina's spending some time at home, and..."

"Mina is a big girl, now." Rosemary says. "If anyone should be concerned about her children, its me. Miles just reached his teens, and he's seen so much."

"If we're going to talk," Penelope suggests, "we might as well do it after a few drinks. Come on."

"We going to John and Jane Doe's? Isabella asks.

"Nah, its a newer place. I'll show ya," Penelope responds.

Isabella freezes when she sees the building, but she says nothing, hoping that the proprietor of the bar would say nothing. She doesn't have that sort of luck.

"Hey, welcome back, Bella!" Fanny Dupin says, waving to the three councilwomen.

"Bella?" Rosemary says.

"You're a regular around here and didn't tell us?" Penelope says.

"N-no, this is my, uh second time here." Isabella says, following her fellow councilwomen to a booth, keeping her head down and trying to be inconspicuous.

However, A few drinks in, the girls are already laughing it up.

"Wow, Rosemary, and here I thought you were the perfect little housewife before the war."

"Haha, hardly. When your entire species is being threatened, you tend to throw caution to the wind. If anything, Amadeus had to reign me in with his military might. I figured we were at war, might as well party until the day we die."

"So, how about you?" Penelope asks, batting her eyelashes. "Has the reserved Missus Mongoose a sordid past or other skeletons in her closet?"

Isabella chokes on her drink, slamming the glass down as she catches her breath.

"Well, that's certainly not a 'no." Rosemary says, leaning in, resting her chin on the back of her hands. "So, 'Bella'. Spill it. What sort of wild things is a milquetoast woman like you into?"

"Please, I'm a single mother," Isabella says, spinning her glass in her hands. "I've only really... really had time for me and... Mina"

Mina sits there, looking down at Isabella as she lifts the older woman's leg upwards. She straddles the other leg, letting her sex tease against her mother's fur before sliding, licking up for those lips to kiss one another.

Isabella coughs. "N-not that I haven't thought about having a relationship. Arthur died... so long ago. He wouldn't want me to be unfulfilled."

"It's not a crime to just ask someone," Penelope says. "It is peacetime, now. No one's going to light a torch and pitchfork if you pick up some young stud to give you a good dicking. What? Are your constituents going to hate you for having a boyfriend?"

"P-please," Isabella says, gripping hard on her councilwoman's jacket. "I can't just do that. We're councilwomen. We have to maintain the proper decorum. I'm a widow and a single mother with a famous daughter. Do you know what that's like? If it doesn't reflect poorly on me, it'll be a shadow over Mina's career."

Her two companions look to each other a moment, then back to her with empathetic frowns. "Hey..." Rosemary says, reaching a hand out towards Isabella. "If there's something you're going through, you can let us know. We're your friends."

"You're my coworkers," Isabella says, "and political rivals." She stands up and pulls out her share of mobiums, tossing them down onto the bench. "I don't need to wash my sorrows in alcohol. I'll see you next session." With that, she walks on out once more, running her hand through her hair and stopping on the platform. The nanite car materializes, and when Isabella slides in, the voice asks her. "To home, Councilwoman?"

"No... Isabella says. "I need to make a stop first. Downtown... tint the windows."

In the driver's seat, the holographic projection of Nicole appears, her hands upon the wheel. "This is your second time coming out of this establishment. Is everything alright?"

Isabella sighs. "How much do you already know?"

"I try not to pry into people's personal affairs."

"And yet, here you are."

"I can patch into the nanite's memory... if you forgot what you did last night."

"No... I know full well, but I think its time I don't let that bother me... by taking control of the stuation."

"Anywhere in particular you want me to take you, then?"

"Is Jack the Donkey's place still open?"

Nicole goes silent once more, dissolving back into the nanites. "Rerouting. Enjoy your trip, Councilwoman."

"No... not a Councilwoman" Isabella sighs. "This is a trip I take as Isabella."