The Greys Chapter 1: Second Family
#1 of The Greys
Josephine Grey always told her family and the entire town of Bunnyburrow that, "I ain't never had no kits," until one day, her son showed up in town.
I rarely write fan fiction, and when I do, I mostly do it for fun and to practice my ability at wordcraft. I decided to write a story about Kody Grey, a character I made. After writing the whole thing, I went back in and toned it down a bit since somethings didn't really make much sense for the over all plot. I don't think I'll post the original version, but here's the more edited story. It's a bit of a mix of comedy and seriousness.
Thumbnail taken from TVTropes.org and is a screenshot of the Bunnyburrow sign from Disney's Zootopia
Ray let out a snort as he slowly pulled the silver-gray military-esque vehicle up to the farmhouse. The house was nothing incredibly special. It was old, built more out of utility than comfort. It had two floors, though the second floor was much larger than the first because of the overhanging porch.
The house was white, or least it had been at one time. Most of the paint had seeped into the wood siding and no one had gotten around to painting it in at least a decade, maybe more, Ray wasn't exactly sure. The roof was even more faded than the walls, looking more light gray then black. Surprisingly though, the front yard looked like it had been cut that morning, even the dirt road that lead up to the house from the highway had been freshly oiled to keep the dust down. Ray was very thankful for that.
Slowly, he pulled on the interior latch and pushed the door away from him before sliding out of the black cloth seat. Like the farm, his automobile was practical. The company had made their name making the General Purpose Vehicle, nicknamed the Gee-Vee, for the government. Of course, the nickname was mocked. People started calling them Jeeves, and the name stuck so much so that the company began selling the vehicle to the general public under that name. Ray pushed the door on his Jeeves Buckaroo Infinty and slowly started to make his way towards the farmhouse.
It was a little odd coming here. He felt a little out of place on a farm, but he just had to grin and bear it. Ray hadn't learned about his blood family until a few years ago. He had been adopted as a kit by an inter-species couple in Zootopia, but the fox had always stood out from his adopted family who were all mutts or Pure Bred German Shepherds. Ray wasn't even his full name either, it was Raynard. Raynard Schaiferhund.
The red fox let out a little chuff as he shoved his hands into his pant pockets. He wasn't fancily dressed one bit, then again, what do you wear when you're meeting your real family for the first time? He certainly wasn't going to show up in his uniform, any one of his uniforms, so being plain clothes had been the best choice. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a plain looking blue shirt, and a brown leather bomber jacket with a nameplate and wings.
Like his species implied, his primary color was red and various shades of that one color. From the tips of his ears to the tip of his tail, his body was covered in a kind of deep red like the cherries on a sundae or in a cocktail. The fur around his eyes was red-orange and in his ears, but unlike many of the other foxes he'd met, he didn't have the red-brown stockings on his forearms or legs or tip of his tail, rather it was concentrated under his armpits and right above his groin. The only other color on his body was an off white almost gray that ran from his nose spreading out to the sides of his lips. It covered his jaw before shrinking to his throat only to spread out as it went down his chest and belly all the way to his groin, but it wasn't like he was planning on showing off his body to anyone.
The fox was chunky. He'd always been a bit chunky. Yeah, he had a nice big belly and a semi-flabby chest, but his biceps were large. He was basically made for hugging and snuggling, something he really enjoyed.
Ray stopped as he looked up at the farmhouse, the vulpine chewing on his lower lip as his ears flicked around the top of his head. Was he really going to do this? Yes. Yes, he was. Slowly, the fox put one foot in front of the other as he looked at the faded white screen door.