Authors edit: So, this is a little collab project I started with , 'cause I wasn't feeling much of a drive with my other story. But this one oddly got my juices running. So, I hope you enjoy it!

Zootopia – Disney

My OC – Me

Story - and me

It's amazing how a well put plan could fall apart so easily. Everything was made to be perfect: A hero bunny to be the pariah and a glowing star of the precinct, a specially prepared toxin that would make all those big-headed predators go insane and seemingly revert to their natural instincts. Then, during all the chaos, she would swoop in and usher a new age where the prey would dominate the predators like they should have. But, it all fell apart because of that damn bunny and that filthy goddamn fox, who sent all of her careful planning down the plughole. Now, Bellwether was stuck in this godforsaken prison, among all manners of degenerate scum. However, thanks to her innocent-like appearance and sharp wit, it didn't take long before she was the highest thing in the "food chain" so to speak. Within just a few months she again felt like she was in control, having earned the respect of quite a few like-minded and considerably brawnier inmates. Nobody dared to tease-fully touch her fluffy hair or spit in her food like before, the only ill words directed to her were in whispers and she (to her outer most relief) had no fear of dropping the soap in the showers anymore.
But still, there was one thing she wanted and one thing only: to get her revenge on that damn bunny and her little fox-friend. However, the issue was that in order to get said revenge she had to get out of this prison. Every plan she come up with so far had boiled down to one simple problem: she was in prison, and those two were outside.

Sitting in her cell, Bellwether amused herself with the one thing she was allowed to do freely in this place: reading. She had to admit that for a prison they did offer her a good selection of reading material. Course, a lot of books were off hands for her, but still some old stories and literature was enough to keep the time going. Her favorite-book was The Count of Mono-Cristo, which she had read once in high school, and now appreciated for very different reasons than her past, adolescent self did. After all, it's main-character was someone wrongfully arrested, who after years of imprisonment had managed to escape the hellish prison and return to his home and have his revenge against those who sent him there in the first place.
The sheep's ears twitched as she heard footsteps approaching her cell. Raising her head from Alexandre Dumas literary classic, she saw a guard standing before her door. Flashing an innocent smile, she put her book aside and adjusted her glasses.

"Well hello Elric, is it lunch time already? What am I getting today, oh tell me it's something special~" She asked, trying to make her voice sound as soft and polite as possible.
The guard didn't even give her a hint of a smile, as he put the key into her cell door.

"You have a visitor, Bellewether, it seems your lawyer has finally arrived, one by the name of Sally Babou." He muttered, not sounding the least bit pleased about it. Bellwether in response looked quite surprised.

A lawyer, for her?! Who would be crazy enough to take HER case?! That name sure didn't ring any bells, Bellwether had memorized every single lawyer in the whole of Zootopia. And last time she checked, every single one of them had turned down her case. Even prey that sympathized with her wasn't gonna touch this with thirty-nine and a half foot pole and run the risk of defending the infamous "Sheep in Wolf's clothing" as the media so cleverly had dubbed her.
So, now the ewe's curiosity was at quite a peak to see who was brave enough to side with her. In fact, she was so curious that she didn't even bother to bore the guard with her trademark pleasant chattering as she'd usually do. As they approached the conversation room, the guard looked down at her with a cold gaze.

"You have exactly fifteen minutes, Bellwether, so hope you make 'em count 'causer I doubt even she will get your fluffy butt out of here." He said, opening the door for her. Flashing her usual, political smile, Bellwether stepped inside and instantly froze.

Inside the small room sat a figure which had clearly been waiting for her, but what surprised Bellwether were two things:
One was the species of her visitor, who was a female ocelot. By her age Bellwether would have put her somewhere in her twenties. And second, was she was wearing a formal looking suit, which for the ewe was a rare sight when it came to women.
Both those factors began ringing bells of alarm inside Bellwether's head. The fact that a predator would actually step up to defend her felt unreal, like something straight out of an episode of The Twilight Zone or Alfred Hitchcock Presents.
Approaching the table, Bellwether then took a seat and in silence studied the feline, who meanwhile was looking for something in her briefcase. She took up and placed a piece of paper and a blue ink-pencil on the table between them before closing the briefcase and flashing the sheep a gentle smile.

"So, you must be Miss Bellwether. It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance~" She said in a polite tone, as Bellewether caught hints of a foreign accent. She couldn't place it's exact origin, but the rolling R:s and hissing S:s suggested that the ocelot was of European descent. "It would seem your case is quite interesting, and I doubt anyone would be able to get you out of this… Mmm… Jam, shall we say?"

As she talked, Bellwether tried her best to figure out what was this young woman's deal, for there was something clearly off about her, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Her body language wasn't giving anything away about her, the polite tone and soft expression made her seem very friendly and gentle. But, there was still something that didn't seem right about her, and Bellewether was gonna find out what it was.

"Alright, cut the act already. I've known my fair share of lawyers, and I can tell you aren't one them. So, who are you really?" Bellwether finally spoke, stopping the ocelot in mid-conversation.

Letting out a soft chuckle, which sounded more like purr, the ocelot crossed her fingers together and her eyes narrowed a little bit, her soft smile still remaining on her features.

"I am one who works with one finger, Miss Bellwether. And that finger would be my index finger~" She murmured, and the gears in Bellwether's head began to turn. The sheep's eyes grew wide. Getting a faint nod from the feline, she gulped as she looked around before leaning closer across the table.

"How do I know you're on the level? No offense, but you don't seem like the type who would harm anyone or even bear to see blood." She whispered. It was one thing that Bellwether wasn't, and that was a fool. Nothing about this predator showcased that she could kill or even harm a fly for that matter. She could just be some punk-poser who knew how to ACT bad ass, but who in reality was some con-artist who approached desperate souls in her position, making a bunch of cool promises and then run off with their wallets full and their tails tucked between their legs.

The ocelot gave the sheep a faint smirk, and with one swift move of her hand she had removed a an old campaign button from Bellwether's prison uniform (a memento of her brief time as mayor, which read "The Dawn of a Baah-tter Tommorow"), and before the ewe could utter a 'meep' of surprise, the feline had thrown it and pinned a small fly that had been buzzing around the room.
Swallowing hard, Bellwether looked to the side, seeing the fly perfectly pinned to the side of the wall, it's black little legs desperately twitching in order to free itself, and then turned her eyes back to the ocelot. The soft smile and gentle expression were still present, but now Bellwether felt a strange, threatening aura surrounding the feline. Despite her youthful and innocent appearance, this was was not someone to be messed with.

Like Bellwether herself, something which the sheep liked.

"Felines strike when it counts." The Ocelot said, crossing her hands together again. "Being unassuming of them is the last act of arrogance you'll ever do"
Bellwether blinked, and then flashed her own dangerous grin.

"Well, if that's the case, I'm glad that you came here "Sally". I think we'll be able to do some good business together. But, I'm still surprised you'd agree to this. I mean, I'm assuming you know who your targets will be." Bellewether said, getting a faint nod from Sally "So, why would you take this job? I mean, they are heroes who saved… Uh… Your kind and stuff."

"Heh, I fancy myself a professional, miss Bellewether. Your money would still be as green whether they were saints or terrorists. I could care less of whom I'll be sending to the afterlife, and your associates said you'd offer me a very exciting job." Sally responded, and as she continued, it became all the more clear to Bellwether on how and why this girl was here. "So, now the question is how you're going to pay me, and how you want me to do this."

Not wasting anytime, Bellwether quickly grabbed a pen and paper from the ocelot's side of the table and began to scribble something on it with a furious speed. After she was done, she pushed the paper forward, on which a bank account number had been jotted down.

"This was part of my secret fund, that's half your payment. You'll receive the other half once the job is completed." She said, rubbing her palms together, as she could barely hold her excitement. Finally she would be able to get her revenge on those smug little "It's called a hustle sweetheart"-bastards, and this ocelot would be her tool. In fact, maybe she could get this stupid ocelot to take the heat for it and then come out as a hero in some form.

As the ocelot folded the piece of paper and the pocketed it, she suddenly spoke out as if reading the ewe's mind.

"Though keep in mind that I also know of your type, Miss Bellwether." She said, and for the first time since Bellwether had met her, she wasn't smiling. "In the old country, there were only two groups you had to watch out for: The foxes and the sheep. You see, the foxes would always stab you in the back, while the sheep would stab you in the face, while holding a white flag. So, if you're thinking of stabbing me, I suggest you bring a big enough flag for me to see."
Despite her voice sounding as soft as ever, Bellwether could feel a frost-tipped chill and a distinct blood-thirst emitted from those words, which made the sheep's spine run a tad cold.

But keeping her real feelings way below the surface, and presenting "Sally" with her own sweet smile, the ewe then crossed her palms together and fluttered her eye lashes.

"Oh, don't worry about me ratting pred, this is one lamb who can stay silent~" She said, and felt the feline's aura starting to simmer down and return to a more harmless state. "Now, about the way I want this job done. Do memorize these details, since I don't want any fumbles."

As Bellwether began to speak, inside her mind she was laughing like a maniac. When she woke up this morning, she thought that this day was gonna be another boring and monotone addition to her life behind bars, but now, things seemed like they were about to get REALLY interesting.