A/N: This story was written with help Cimar WildeHopps. Thank you, Cimar, for helping me hash out this idea. And to everyone who's reading, I hope you enjoy!

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The lighting was dim enough to set the mood without hindering the eye sight of the bunnies. Their delicate hind paws, with brightly colored claws, stepped in well choreographed alignment with each other on the synthetic grass. Small, white lights twinkled as a light fog rolled in, softening the bright colors of the flowers surrounding the bunny dancers. With their skimpy sundresses and mischievous eyes, the energy around them was erotically charged enough to turn a saint into a sinner.

The atmosphere doubled when a fox todd danced onto the scene, his sleek, shirtless body and short shorts adding to the allure.

And when he sang…..

Well, there was a reason Mr. Fox was a sensation. His voice was enough to make bones melt like butter, his signature smirk was rumored to have caused hearts to stop, and he moved like he was wrapping the world around his finger. And the world was just grateful to have been noticed by him.

Yes, Mr. Fox was the definition of raw sex appeal. It helped him build his career and kept him at the top of the music food chain for nearly a decade. As Mr. Fox, Nick Wilde had everything a fox could hope for: cars, homes, vacations, males and females ready to satisfy his every whim.

Which is why he couldn't understand why the admittedly attractive bunny was trying to convince him he needed her as his new agent.

It was with no small satisfaction he kept his green eyes on the t.v. screen, watching the music video that launched his career. Nick remembered that day like it was yesterday. Two of his bunny dancers ended up fist fighting over who would sit next to him during the after party. Just thinking about them rolling on the ground made his grin grow.

"Well," the crisp voice of the grey doe at the other end of the couch cut through his thoughts. "Do we have a deal?"

Sighing, Nick reached for the remote and flicked the video off, before tossing it to the side. Turning his eyes to the bunny- Judy Hopps, was it?- his grin took on a mocking quality.

"Listen, Carrots," he began as he pushed himself up from the couch to pour himself a drink. "It's so sweet that you think I need your help. But I'm the biggest pop star this city has ever seen!" Judy raised her eyebrows as he shot a look over his shoulder from the wet bar. Re-corking his whiskey decanter, he strolled to stand in front of her, not bothering to readjust the house robe. A slight blush crept over her face at the sight of his boxers, making him feel bolder.

"There's an army of paparazzi and fans who wait outside where ever I am, who follow my every move. I was ducking a new stalker every week since before you were big enough to pull carrots. You're sitting in front of Zootopia's most beloved icon. I'm the king of this city's music industry, sweetheart. And long may I rule.

"But, if you're that desperate to have me, I can think of a few other things I'd like to do with a cute little bunny like you." The todd was oozing pure smug as her blush intensified. Nick brought his glass to his lips as he turned his back on her, making sure to flick her nose with his tail as he did so.

The doe's purple eyes narrowed briefly in anger, before she schooled herself and smiled. Standing as he took his place back on the other end of the couch, Judy brushed her suit off and buttoned her jacket.

"Correction," she retorted, Nick's ears perked in bored curiosity, "You WERE Zootopia's most beloved icon." A wave a satisfaction washed over her as the fox's face tensed in annoyance and his ears fell against his head. "Buuuut…. It's been three years since your last hit. That's a lifetime in this industry. Your last album was marked half off less than a month after it was released and hasn't even broken five thousand downloads on any music sharing platform. So, no, you're not the king any more.

"Because, while you've been lounging by your pool, blowing your fortune, and snuggling up to every hot little starlet that twitched their tail in your direction," moving to stand next to where he sat, Judy snatched the remote from the couch and flipped the t.v back on, "this guy's been making his way up charts."

Nick's jaw dropped open at what she put on. It was a live performance, the venue smaller but packed to the brim with cheering mammals. And on stage was a rather striking looking rabbit buck. Black stripes framed his face as he sang and moved for the crowd adoring him. And Nick found himself staring in shock at the young up and coming star.

"Well, well, well," came Judy's voice, laced with satisfied amusement, "Look at that. Snazzy dresser, great voice, sexy dance moves. Almost reminds me of a young… oh, gods, what was his name?" Her expression became confused as she snapped her fingers trying to remember. Nick looked over at her suspiciously as she met his gaze. "You know who I'm talking about. He was really famous but not so much any more? Oh, that's right! You." Green eyes widened in surprise but Judy just grinned again. "He reminds me of a YOUNGER, HOTTER version… of you."

Unable to stop himself, Nick shot to his feet with a snarl and pointed at the bunny on the t.v. "That dick will never-"

"But he is," Judy cut in, stepping closer to him. "And his fan base is growing by the day. Mammals are going back to record stores to buy his album and it's already the tenth most downloaded in his genre. Sorry, Wilde. There's a new king in town." Nick scoffed.

"But if you sign with me, I'll help you even the playing field. I can promise you, this town will never forget who the true king of pop is," Judy reached up and pulled the robe a bit straighter onto his shoulders, tightening the belt to cover him better, before stepping away. "Unless you're ok with being a has-been… Mr. Fox."

He could only watch as she turned from him and gathered her brief case. It was popped open and a stack of papers pulled free. Judy set the contract on the coffee table and walked, un-rushed, to the door. But before she left, she paused with her paw on the door knob.

"Oh," she said, smirking over at where Nick stood, "and you're going to want to refrain from calling me Carrots."

Before he could respond, she was gone, leaving Nick staring after her, still slack jawed. On t.v., the music came to a stop, catching his attention. The rabbit buck looked over his audience, a smile gracing his handsome muzzle as he caught his breath. Nick growled as he watched, noting the banner that starting running under the feed.

'Music Sensation Jack Savage Signs With Duke Weaselton of Weaselton Records.'