ZOOTOPIA: FURRY FURY

Disclaimer: Zootopia is property of Disney.

This story takes place over a year and a half after the events of The Scales Of Fear, because Nick and Judy cannot catch a break. Also, I don't plan on making this story anywhere near as long as The Scales Of Fear.

Warning: This story is rated M for lemons, swearing, violence, and depictions of jaywalking.

CHAPTER 01: Blood On The Wind

Date: Tuesday, September 17th, 2021

Jethero Mountain Range, Route 76, Just North-West of Zootopia, Continent of Pangeosia

A white van, owned by the Red Tree Cola company, drove along a winding road alongside Ethel Mountain, the smallest of the Jethero Mountains. Inside the cab were two male coyotes, wearing the standard grey jumpsuits and caps that drivers for the company wore. "How many more miles?" Donovan Swill, the smaller of the two coyotes, asked his partner. "Another eighty to go. We'll need to stop for gas soon," Greg Biggs, the larger and older of the two, said in response.

"Already? I thought we just stopped," Donovan whined. "That was three hours ago. This van doesn't have the fuel efficiency of the newer models," Greg said. "When are we supposed to get a newer model to drive?" Donovan asked him. "When the company gets enough of them. Geez, you whine like a pup," Greg replied. "How far is the nearest rest-stop?" Donovan asked him.

"I thought you went at the last one?" Greg asked him. "That was three hours ago," Donovan retorted snarkily. "Smart-ass," Greg muttered. The coyote continued driving along the lonely road, passing only a small number of cars and trucks along the way. Eventually, the duo arrived at a gas station, with a sign advertising for a route to an ostrich farm.

"Well, they have gas, and it looks like a restroom too," Greg said to Donovan. "Finally," Donovan said as Greg pulled into the gas station. "You go do your business while I fill up," Greg said, parking the van. "Got it," Donovan said as he unbuckled his seat belt and got out.

"Just don't take too long. I have to go too," Greg said to the younger coyote as he unbuckled his own seat belt and got out, taking the keys out of the ignition hooking them to his key-chain on his belt. "Hey, I just gotta piss. Won't be more than five minutes," Donovan said as he walked away and over to the back of the gas station where the rest-room was advertised.

Greg walked over to the other side of the vehicle and got the truck ready to fill up, swiping his company card and entering the PIN into the machine before grabbing the nozzle and sticking it into the van fuel port. He didn't hear the faint noise behind the building as he fueled the van. After the van was full, he put the nozzle back and replaced the cap before shutting the lid over the port. He checked his watch as he waited for Donovan to return.

A cool breeze swept through the air, ruffling Greg's fur lightly. He soon checked his watch again. "Six minutes," Greg muttered, not noticing the black and white furred hare with a Mohawk walking around the corner of the building. The hare glared at him with a frown. Checking his watch one more time, Greg shook his head and walked over to the back of the building, not hearing the light steps of the small mammal behind him.

"Don, what the hell are you-Don?" Greg asked as he saw the younger coyote lying on the ground halfway out of the restroom, the door caught on his torso. "Don?" Greg asked with concern in his voice as he crouched down next to the younger coyote. He smelled Donovan's blood before he noticed the slash around the younger male's throat.

Greg's eyes widened and his ears twitched, just seconds before hearing the sound of someone running behind him. He then felt a weight pres against his back, before the cold and sharp metal of a blade was shoved through his torso as a furry paw grabbed his snout and held it shut as the blade was twisted through his heart. "There, all better," a male voice said before Greg felt his world turn into nothingness.

The coyote fell to the ground as the hare took his large knife out of the coyote's torso and back, wiping it before stowing it in its holster. The hare then walked around and looked over at the white van, admiring its size. "That'll do just fine," he said to himself with a grin.

Zootopia Police Department, Precinct One

Chief Martin Bogo sighed as he looked at the papers in front of him. "This is crap," he muttered to himself as he took off his reading glasses. "It doesn't matter if you don't like them, Chief. These are the orders from City Council," Commissioner Bernard Callahan said. "And what did they twist your arms with this time?" Bogo asked the bear.

"Nothing. I just don't feel like arguing with them anymore. I'm tired of it, and besides, I'll be retiring in another year or two anyway. What am I going to care? I've got my pension set up," Callahan said. "Your brother would have at least fought it," Bogo said. "My brother is dead, Marty. And even if he weren't, he would've gotten tired eventually as well. It's the natural order of things. You start out weak, get strong, and eventually grow tired, just like waking up in the morning and going through the day," Bernard said.

"My officers aren't going to like this," Bogo said as he pointed at the papers in front of him. "It's not my concern as to whether anyone likes it, Marty. Those orders are from the City Council, and the Mayor's Office," Bernard said. "But... I just don't get it. We've never had orders like these before," Bogo said. "There's always change, Marty. If you don't adapt to it, you'll fade away and die. So, get with the program. I've already been de-clawed, and half of the Precinct Three is getting the same thing done.," Bernard said.

"But... why now? There haven't been any incidents or outcries from citizens about predators or predator cops that would cause this kind of... policy-making," Bogo said. "Your guess is as good as mine, Marty. But, them's the works. New mayor, new policies. Just gotta go with the flow," Bernard said. "Fine. But I'll waiting until the deadline to enforce it," Bogo said. "You can do that, Marty," Bernard said with a nod. "Just remember, though, that even if I personally don't give a damn, City Council will be watching, and waiting," Bernard said before he got up and made his way over to the door.

"Oh, one more thing. Tell your son happy birthday for me, won't you?" Bernard asked. "His birthday was two months ago," Bogo said curtly. "Oh. Sorry about that. Didn't think I'd missed it," Bernard said. "I appreciate the gesture, though," Bogo said with a curt nod. "You're welcome. And Marty? For what it's worth... I hated getting de-clawed. But I still went through with it because I have a duty to obey the orders of my superiors. Have a nice day," Bernard said before walking out the door.

"Oh, and one more thing," Bernard said as he popped his head through the doorway. "Yes?" Bogo asked him warily. "I missed it when it happened, but tell Sergeant Wilde congratulations," Bernard said. "Which one?" Bogo asked him. "Both of them," Bernard said before closing the door. "I'll give them your regards," Bogo said quietly.

Somewhere In Sahara Square, Near The Transitional Tunnel For Savanna Central

Sitting in the passenger seat of their cruiser, Nick Wilde looked at the speed scanner in his paws while Judy kept looking at the magazine in her paws. "Um, hey, Carrots? Maybe you shouldn't be looking at that during patrol hours," Nick said. He'd apparently started rubbing off on his mate in more ways than one. "Nick, if we're ever going to start a family, we might as well make sure we know what the market is like for larger homes," Judy replied.

"Yeah, but... I don't think either of us really need to have a bigger family than what we already have at the moment. At least, for now, you know?" Nick replied. Judy sighed as she looked over at him. "Yeah, I know. But... I still think that it's a good idea to be prepared for the future," Judy said. "I agree with that, but let's take things slowly," Nick said.

"Okay. So... anything on the speed scanner?" Judy asked him. "We had one guy going two miles over the speed limit... an hour ago. That's it. We're parked out on by a patch of road that almost nobody uses," Nick said. "It's like they want us to get bored and fuck each other while on duty or something," he added.

"Maybe Bogo is just giving us some easy assignments for the time being? I mean, remember how we came into the office last week?" Judy asked him with a blush. "Oh yes. He told us both to go home and shower because we smelled like sex," Nick said. "And we'd already showered before coming into the station," Judy snickered.

"Well, that's what happens when you use the next day's uniform as a blanket after eight rounds of fucking," Nick quipped. "Yeah," Judy said dreamily. "Hey, Nick... this weekend, there's something I'd like to try," Judy said with a smirk. "Oh really? And what would that be?" he asked her with a grin. "Well-" "Come in Unit Nine-Alpha-Seven-Seven. What's your status?" asked a female voice on the radio.

"Ten-Four. This is Unit Nine-Alpha-Seven-Seven. Status is that we are bored and there is nothing of note in our patrol zone at this hour. Ten-Four," Nick said. "Ten-Four, Unit Nine-Alpha-Seven-Seven. Dispatch out," the dispatcher said. "Right. Now, what were we talking about?" Nick asked Judy.

"I was about to ask you something about this weekend," Judy said. "Right. Well, go on," Nick implored. A small breeze swept through the open windows of the cruiser, ruffling the two mammals' fur. "Well, I was thinking that we could... have a friend over," Judy said. "A friend? So... wait, are you suggesting a threesome?" Nick asked her. "Maybe," Judy replied coyly. "Would this friend be female?" Nick asked her with a grin.

"If you behave," Judy replied. "Absolutely, Mrs. Wilde," Nick said with a grin. "It's Sergeant Wilde to you, Sergeant Wilde," Judy replied with a grin of her own. "Hey... that gives me an idea," Nick said mischievously. "What?" Judy asked him. "Whenever someone says 'Wilde,' we both reply at the same time," Nick said with a grin.

"Oh, that's just mean," Judy said with a grin. "I know. Let's do it when-no, Clawhauser always uses our first names. Okay, let's do it to everyone else," Nick said, snickering. "Fine," Judy said in agreement, rolling her eyes at her husband's behavior.

Zootopia Border Station, North Entrance # 03

Inside a white van, a black & white furred hare named Joe Welker drove forward, eventually slowing down the van and bringing it to a stop near the entrance to Zootopia's northern borders. A station worker walked over to his window. "Vehicle Number and registration?" the worker, a white-tailed deer, asked him. Welker nodded his head and handed the papers to the deer. "Let me check it out on the system," the deer said as he walked over to his shack.

In the back of the van, hidden by a curtain, were Welker's associates. There were two fallow deer (a doe and a buck), a brown-furred hare buck, a gray-furred hare doe, three rams, a ewe, and a goat. The station worker soon returned with the papers and gave them back to Welker. "Everything checks out. You just keep on this road and there'll be a vehicle depot a few miles south of here for you to get things checked out if needed," the deer said before walking away.

Welker nodded his head and waited for the gate to slide open, and then drove forward, heading into the gigantic megalopolis known as Zootopia. After a few minutes, he whistled to let his comrades know that they were in the clear. One of the rams grabbed the curtain and pulled it aside. "How much farther?" the ram, whose name was Blake Kurtz, asked him. "Not far," Welker replied.

"We should be there before the sun sets," the hare added. "Good. There's an old colleague of mine that we need to pick up," Kurtz said. "Ramses?" Welker asked him. "That's the one," Kurtz replied. "It's risky. He was part of Bellwether's Night Howler plot," Welker said.

"That's why we should have him join us. He share's our goal," Kurtz said. "But the police might still be looking for him," Welker countered as he kept his eyes on the road. "Trust me, he knows how to hide and blend in with a crowd," Kurtz said. "Then how will we find him?" Welker asked in response. "Leave that to me," Kurtz replied. Welker nodded his head.

"How are the others holding up back there?" Welker then asked, changing the topic. "They're fine. We've got all of our gear stowed. No one's gonna find shit if they check the van out," Kurtz replied. "Good. I'm gonna take us to a rest stop soon. We can all freshen up before getting back on the road," Welker said.

"Zootopia," he muttered to himself. "Where anyone can be anything. Where filthy preds can be police officers and prey are forced to do their bidding. It's time to put an end to it," he said with a frown as he saw the nearest sign up ahead. "Power to the prey."

East Savannah Apartments, Apartment 423, Lemon That Evening...

As soon as Nick closed the door behind him, he walked over to the fridge and grabbed the gallon of lemonade tea cooler in side, opening the cap and just chugging it straight from the bottle. "Give me that!" Judy insisted as she grabbed the gallon jug from his paws and started downing it herself. "Glutton," Nick muttered.

Judy smirked at him before putting the gallon jug back in the fridge. She then tore away into the bathroom. "I didn't think that stuff ran through her that quickly," Nick muttered to himself as he walked over to the bathroom door and waited for Judy to finish up. When Judy finally exited the bathroom, Nick quickly entered himself and sat down on the toilet. "You aren't going to close the door?" Judy asked him.

"Why? It's not like we won't be seeing each other naked later anyway," Nick replied with a smirk on his face. Judy nodded her head and made her way into the bedroom. She quietly made her way over to one of her drawers as an idea popped into her head. Opening the drawer, she reached inside and retrieved a bright pink phallic object, along with lubricant.

She quickly placed the dildo on the floor, lubed it up, and then removed every single article of clothing that she was wearing. She listened intently for the sounds of the toilet flushing and the rushing water of the sink, waiting until she was positive that Nick was finishing up before impaling herself on the sex toy. She held back a squeal of delight as the rubber filled her up, before she slowly raised herself up and down on the object, watching and waiting for Nick to enter the doorway.

When Nick finally entered the doorway, he stopped. He was almost stunned into silence as he saw Judy slowly riding her dildo, her big beautiful eyes locking onto his. "Oh... my," Nick said in surprise. He quickly took off his pants and underwear, watching as Judy's gaze traveled down to his groin, where she saw him fully exposed. When she licked her lips, he swelled even more.

"Bring it over here," Judy said huskily. Nick obeyed without question, watching as his wife took his cock into her mouth while she continued riding her bright pink rubber dildo. She used her paws to fondle him as she licked and sucked. She soon increased the pace of her riding as she increased the pace of her sucking and licking. Nick gasped at the sensation, feeling that wonderful pressure beginning to build in his loins. Judy continued increasing the pace of her act for over five minutes before Nick felt himself ejaculate inside her mouth with a grunt.

When she released him from her mouth, he quickly knelt down beside her and put a paw between her legs, finding and rubbing her clitoris while she continued riding her toy, making her whine and pant with need. "Please, Nick. I'm so close," she whispered into his ear as he cupped the back of her head with his other paw, bringing her into a hug as she increased the tempo of her ride. Just a little longer, Judy thought to herself as she felt that orgasmic heat pool in her belly. She was close. Her breathing soon came out in ragged pants and sobs, with Nick's ministrations bringing her closer to the edge.

After another minute, Nick moved his fingers at just the right angle, and he watched as Judy's eyes widened and her back arched. He smelled her intoxicating release and watched as her juices flowed down the dildo, seeing her muscles spasm as she gasped for breath. "F-Fuck!" Judy whispered hoarsely.

Nick titled his head and nuzzled her. "I think this is the first time that you didn't cum before I did," Nick said with a chuckle. "First time... for everything," Judy said breathlessly. "So... you up for another round?" Nick asked her, letting his erection rub against her thigh. Judy looked down at it hungrily, before standing up removing the dildo with a plop. She then walked in front of Nick and got onto all fours, peering over her shoulder at him. "Did you ever doubt me?" she asked him with a wink.

"Never," he replied with a smirk before positioning himself over her. "Um, for the record... does this count as the first or second round of the night?" Nick asked her as he slid home. "I don't care, just make me cum... big daddy," Judy said. "Carrots... that almost killed my erection," Nick said, frowning.

"Then how about-" "How about we see if you can even continue that line of thought at all?" Nick suggested as he began pumping in and out of her. Judy soon forgot all about her lines of dialogue as Nick fucked her from behind, rhythmically impaling her over and over again, slowly picking up speed with each thrust. Judy moaned in ecstasy as Nick fucked her, loving the friction of his organ moving in and out of her slick passage.

"Yes," Judy moaned as she felt his dick starting to swell inside of her as the tempo of his thrusts increased in speed. She sighed in pleasure as he felt him starting to knot. "You always do that in this position," Judy said with a blissful sigh.

"It's-ah-instinctual. Kind of-ah-like this position," Nick said. "Hmm, one instinct plus another instinct equals... oh fuck, oh fuck!" Judy cried out at Nick picked up the pace, whining as he neared his release. He could feel Judy tightening around him in response as the heat became overwhelming. Judy started panting again, and Nick whined before he felt her walls contract around his length. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Judy hissed as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She soon felt Nick's knot fix itself as his warmth spread through her pussy.

Nick gasped as he came, leaning over his wife's back, panting into her ears. "I love you," he panted before licking the base of an ear. Judy purred in response, tilting her head back to nuzzle against him. "I love you too," she said softly.

Date: Wednesday, September 18th, 2021

Zootopia Police Department, Precinct One

Chief Bogo walked into the briefing room quietly. "Attention!" Higgins said, causing everyone to stand up. "At ease," Bogo said, causing everyone to sit down. "The first item on today's docket is... not something I'm going to enjoy laying on any of you," Bogo said wearily. Many of the animals in the room looked at Bogo with confused and worried expressions. "Is the coffee machine broken again?" asked McLeod.

"I wish that were the actual bad news," Bogo said. "Ladies and gentle-mammals, I just recently received a piece of ordinance from City Hall. More specifically, it's something that the City Council itself has voted on and passed by themselves. Before the beginning of next year, all predators in uniform are required to undergo new safety training and are to... have their fangs and claws filed, removed, or otherwise made unnoticeable to the general public," Bogo said.

Everyone in the room stared at him. Finally, a lone arm rose into the air. "Yes, Anderson?" Bogo asked. "I'm sorry, but... could you say that again, in common tongue?" the polar bear asked him. "All predator officers are to have visible signs of fangs and claws shortened or removed. They must be kept out of view of the general public," Bogo said.

Judy raised her paw in to the air. "Yes, Sergeant Hop-I mean, Wilde?" Bogo said. "Why?" Judy asked bluntly. Bogo closed his eyes and sighed before opening them again. "Why? Sergeant, the official reasoning that I was given by our contact in the City Council is that recent events in the past few years have caused the city's majority prey population to become... wary of predators, especially those who are in positions of authority, such as police officers," Bogo said.

"Wait, what? What recent events?" Nick asked. "Specific incidents were not cited," Bogo replied. "So... why are they doing this? Is this something that was drafted during Bellwether's term?" Fangmeyer asked incredulously. "No. This was drafted last year, shortly after the arrest of crime boss Mr. Big," Bogo replied. "Hold on, most of the animals killed in relation to him were also predators," Nick pointed out. "Yeah, and most of the animals who were massacred on his orders were a mix of predators and prey," Grizzoli spoke up.

"I understand that, but... these orders cam straight from the City Council," Bogo said. "Was it signed by the mayor himself?" Nick asked him. "Yes. Mayor Evarhyde signed it himself," Bogo replied. "Figures. Ever since he took office this year, he's been passing bills that make things difficult for predators," Fursfield muttered.

Bogo snorted. "Listen!" he shouted, getting everyone's attention. "I know that our newest mayor isn't particularly popular among most of you, but the fact remains that we have our orders. Now, the deadline isn't until the last day of the year, so no one has to comply right away," Bogo said. Judy raised a paw into the air.

"Yes, Sergeant Wilde?" Bogo asked. "Um, sir, if I may point out, many prey animals also have claws, not just predators. Are they also required to have their claws filed or removed?" Judy asked him. Bogo re-read the papers in his hooves. "No. They are not," he said. "What!? That's fucking discrimination!" McLeod shouted. "Yeah!" Anderson chimed in angrily. "Settle down, people," Bogo said.

"They're right, sir. This is blatant discrimination," Nick said calmly. Somehow, this got on Bogo's nerves more than the shouting did. "Wilde," Bogo said. "Yes?" Judy asked. "No, the other Wilde," Bogo said. "Oh," Judy said. Nick sniggered. "Look, everyone. It's entirely possible that this could be overturned before the end of the year. And as I just told you, the deadline is not until the end of the year. There's plenty of time to sort things out," Bogo said.

"Uh, quick question, sir," Nick said. "Yes?" Bogo asked. "Um, how does this apply to animals who perform undercover work, or plain-clothes work?" Nick asked him. "Captain Glover is dealing with that in Narcotics and Homicide," Bogo said. "Now, we are moving onto the next item on the docket," Bogo said.

"Wolford, you have patrol near the South-West docks in Savanna Central. Delgato, you have patrol up in the Bridgeville District of the Meadowlands," Bogo said. The lion nodded his head. "McLeod, you and Fursfield will be working with the traffic cops in Precinct Two. There's a new turn-off under construction, and there have been reports of vandalism occurring nearby. You'll both report to the precinct station and receive further instructions from Captain Redford," Bogo said.

"Fangton, you have patrol in Downtown. Rhinowitz... you have paperwork that needs to be turned in by noon. McHorn, you have patrol near the transtional tunnel for the Rainforest District. No pizza stains on the seats of the cruiser, please," Bogo said. McHorn looked away sheepishly. "Burns, you have patrol near the transitional tunnel for the Outback Region," Bogo said. The tiger nodded his head. "Woolsworth, you have parking duty in Downtown. Jurro, you have parking duty in the South-side docks. Alert Wolford if you need help with something," Bogo said.

"Wilde and Wilde... patrol in Tundra Town. Captain Hingle wants your help with breaking in a new recruit. No ice cream stains on the seats this time," Bogo said. "Aww, I thought everyone liked the smell of vanilla," Nick said. "Wilde," Bogo growled. "Right, sir," Nick said. "Grizzoli, you have unfinished paperwork that needs to be turned in by noon," Bogo said. "Johnson, you have patrol in Sahara Square, near the transition tunnels. Anderson... you'll be doing patrol in Tundra Town, just outside of the transitional tunnel to Sahara Square. Provide assistance to Sergeants Wilde and Wilde if they need it," Bogo said. Anderson nodded his head.

"Fangmeyer, you'll be meeting up with Trunkaby at Dewfield Elementary School in the Rainforest District. They have a career day event going on, and you've both been chosen as our representatives," Bogo said. "Um... I'm not familiar with the address," the tigress said. "Neither am I," Trunkaby added. "You'll receive a map with directions," Bogo said flatly. "Anyway," he said before moving onto the next assignments for his officers.

Zootopia Police Department, Precinct Three, Tundra Town...

"I don't get it," Nick said as Judy drove the cruiser through the parking lot of the station. "What don't you get?" Judy asked him as she pulled into a spot. "New recruits are usually sent out in May, right?" Nick asked her as she parked the car and turned off the engine. "Yeah," Judy replied.

"So, if it's been... five or six months, give or take few days, then why wait until now to have us help break someone in? And why in another precinct?" Nick asked her curiously. "Well, I don't know. It could be a late graduate from the academy, or someone who went through their courses faster than expected. Someone could have taken remedial courses after failing to graduate last year, or something like that," Judy said.

"Maybe we should just ask Captain Hingle when we see him," Nick suggested as he unbuckled his seat belt. Judy followed suit and the duo departed from the cruiser, locking it before making their way over to the steps that led up to the entrance of the Third Precinct's main station. As soon as they got inside, the duo found themselves stepping around several bears and badgers. One badger was hauling a wolf in cuffs over towards a hallway, while two polar bears stood next to a potted plant, deep in conversation. At least one Kodiak bear was talking to a snow leopard, ignoring the newcomers as they made their way to the front desk, where a familiar polar bear greeted them.

"Hey, Officer Briggs!" Judy said with a smile. "Huh? Oh, hello," Briggs replied nonchalantly as she spotted Nick and Judy walking towards her desk. "Technically, it's Sergeant Briggs," the polar bear said when Judy had gotten close enough to the desk. "Oh. Sorry about that," Judy said. "Anyway, what can I do for you guys?" Briggs asked them.

"We were told to see Captain Hingle. He wants our assistance with something involving a new recruit, we were told," Judy explained. "Oh, her. Right, I trust that you remember the way to the captain's office?" Briggs asked her. "I think so," Judy said. Briggs raised an eyebrow before glancing over at a female timber wolf officer chatting with two other wolves. "Hey, Barnes! Get over here," Briggs called out to the wolf.

She turned her head and walked over to the front desk. "Yeah?" Officer Beverly Barnes asked the polar bear. "Escort these two to Captain Hingle's office. He wants to see them," Briggs relayed. "Whatever," Barnes said with a sigh as she gestured for Nick and Judy to follow her through the hallways.

"Well, it's just the third door on the left from the elevator, right?" Judy asked. "Of course. "But... isn't it the other elevator?" Nick asked, prompting Barnes to stop walking. "Of course," she said with a strained smile as she turned around. She led them to the other elevator, ignoring the snickering from her fellow officers.

When the trio finally arrived at Captain Hingle's office, Officer Barnes quickly walked away, heading back to the elevator. "What's her problem?" Nick asked under his breath. Judy shrugged her shoulders and merely pressed the buzzer on Captain Hingle's door. "Come on in!" Hingle called out. Nick opened the door and followed Judy inside, closing it behind him before stopping in his tracks as he saw a female arctic fox in a police uniform.

She was already saluting him and Judy with a bright smile on her face. She was also very young, Nick could tell. "Uh, hello. Officer... Clayworth?" he asked, reading her badge. "Yep! Officer Janet Clayworth!" she responded eagerly. "Uh, okay," Nick said, somewhat bewildered by her enthusiastic response.

"So, is she the new recruit that you wanted us to break in?" Nick asked Captain Hingle. The portly lion nodded his head in affirmation. "Yup. Say hello to Officer Janet Clayworth, the first arctic fox officer of the ZPD, and the second fox officer period," Hingle said proudly. "Hello, Janet," Nick said in the same manner as an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Judy elbowed him in the ribs.

"Ow, what was that for?" Nick asked her. "For being rude," Judy whispered. She then returned her attention to the arctic vixen in front of her. "So, Officer Clayworth, when did you graduate?" Judy asked her. "This year! I was sent here in May," Clayworth replied jovially. "So, how does it feel to be the second fox to graduate from the Zootopia Police Academy?" Judy asked her.

"Um... it feels... nice? I mean, I always wanted to be a police officer, even as a kit, and my parents always told me that no one would ever accept a fox as a police officer, but then you came along, Officer Hopps, and then Officer Wilde here graduated and... and I knew I could finally be a police officer! If a bunny and a red fox can be police, then why can't I?" Clayworth said in an eager tone.

"Did you catch all of that?" Nick quietly asked his wife as Clayworth continued talking. "Most of it," Judy whispered back. "And then they said I should just give up, but I persisted! I knew that if I tried hard enough, I'd succeed. And I did! Now I'm a full-fledged police officer!" Clayworth exclaimed happily, point at her badge with a smile. "She's like you when you started... but with caffeine for blood," Nick whispered.

"Well... how long have you been here at the Third Precinct?" Judy asked the vixen, ignoring Nick's comment. "Since May," Clayworth replied. "So... I think that's plenty of time to get broken in and used to things. Why are we needed here?" Judy said before turning to face Captain Hingle.

The lion sighed in response. "Well... you aren't so much 'breaking her in' as you're... making sure that people finally recognize that she's an official police officer," Hingle said. "Huh? What does that mean?" Judy asked him. A frown appeared on Nick's face as Hingle's message became clear to him. "He means that no one is listening to her, Carrots," Nick said before turning to look at Clayworth.

"Officer Clayworth, how many arrests and citations have you made and given out so far?" Nick asked her. "I've made... two arrests, and I've handed out thirty citations for illegally parked vehicles and safety violations," Clayworth replied. "How many tickets have you given out?" Nick asked her. "Eighty," she said. "How many have been paid back or actually kept intact by the animals receiving them?" he asked her.

"Zero," Clayworth said, her smile dissipating. "How many arrests have been resisted?" Nick asked her. "Both of them," she said. "How many citations have been ignored?" Nick asked her. "All of them," she said. "How many animals have accused you of trying to scam them?" he finally asked her.

Janet Clayworth looked at the floor, suddenly finding it much mroe interesting than the current topic of discussion. "Officer Clayworth, a higher-ranking officer is asking you a question. Please answer it," Nick said firmly. Clayworth looked up with a frown. "Every... single... one," she said solemnly. Nick lowered his gaze to the floor before looking at Captain Hingle.

"That's... that's why I wanted the two of you here," he said. "I tried pairing her up with other officers, but every animal who saw them together... assumed that she was a perp," he said sadly. "Most of the animals resist anything that she does, and... it's led her to resort to using force in order to get them to comply. We've had dozens of calls and complaints regarding it, and I've tried to ignore them, but the City Council has started breathing down my neck to do something about it. I've tried to explain the situation to them, but they don't wanna listen to me," Hingle explained.

"We're your last resort?" Nick asked him. "Yes. I've tried talking to Bogo about what to do, but he's told me time and again that I'm supposed to be in charge of this jurisdiction, and I am, but if no one listens to my officers... what can I do?" he explained. "So, you're hoping that having us go around Tundra Town with her will help convince residents that she's a bona fide cop?" Judy asked him.

"That's the plan. If any more complaints make it through to City Hall... I'm not going to have much choice but to put her on desk duty, and that's if the City Council doesn't make a decision for me," Hingle said. "What do you mean by that?" Judy asked him. "It means that they'll use another complaint as an excuse to make him fire her," Nick said with a frown. He looked over at Clayworth, who had a worried expression on her face.

"They-They wouldn't really do that, would they?" she asked them nervously. Judy remembered the story that Inspector Milius had told her once, about the hyena named Ed. "They could, but we won't let them," she said with determination in her voice. Clayworth's eyes widened as she began feeling hope spread throughout her being. "R-Really?" she asked. "We'll certainly try our best, but you have to put in some effort as well," Nick said.

"Officer Hopps and Wilde, thank you!" Clayworth exclaimed happily. "Uh, just how old are you?" Nick asked her. "Twenty-two!" she chirped. "You might wanna tone down the caffeine intake," Nick said. "But I don't drink coffee," Clayworth said, somewhat confused. "Oh. Well... um, anyway, our ranks are actually Sergeant, and our names are both Wilde," Nick said, recovering from Clayworth's admission to not drinking the holy beverage of work-life.

"Oh, that's right! You both got married this summer," Hingle said. "Yes we did. Promoted simultaneously as well," Nick added. "Cool!" Clayworth chirped. "So, what's Clayworth been assigned today?" Judy asked Hingle. "Patrol duty, on the main road," Hingle replied. "What time does her shift end?" Judy asked him. "Six o-clock. I'll let Bogo know that you won't be back until later," Hingle replied. "Well then, let's get going," Judy said with a nod.

The bunny quickly turned around and marched out the door, with Nick and Clayworth following her. "So, does this mean that, if anyone gives me any trouble, you'll be backing me up?" Clayworth asked as they made their way to the elevator. "For the most part. Are we taking our cruiser, or one from here?" Nick replied. "Well, I guess we could dismantle the divider between the front and back," Judy said.

"Actually, I use a bike," Clayworth said. "You're... a traffic cop, aren't you?" Nick asked her. Clayworth nodded her head with a smile. "Sure am!" she said enthusiastically. "What, uh, does the outfit look like?" Nick asked her. "Standard weather gear and helmet," Clayworth replied as they entered the elevator and descended.

"Right. What kind of bike?" Nick asked her, slightly nervous. "Small-scale, I guess. It's more of a Moped than anything, but it gets the job done," Clayworth replied. "Gotcha. So, we'll be parking our cruiser not too far from your bike. Unless, you want to sit in the cruiser with us, where it's warm," Nick offered. "Well, that might be nice for today," Clayworth said as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

"Okay then. Let's get the divider taken down and hop in the cruiser. We'll be dropping you off here before your shift is over," Nick said as the trio exited the elevator. They quickly made their way through the lobby and back out into the cold air of Tundra Town. With Clayworth's cheery disposition, the cold weather, and the fact that they were going to be in Tundra Town for the duration of their shift, Nick and Judy both realized that they were in for a long day.

Author's Note: And that's the first chapter of Zootopia: Furry Fury, the fourth installment in the Reckless Endangerment series. While most of the villains in the previous three stories were a mixture of predator and prey, with mercenaries and rogue cops, this story will feature a group of mostly prey antagonists. Also, I plan on making this story somewhat lighter in tone than Magnum Fur and The Scales Of Fear. There will still be dark and dramatic moments, but things won't be as bleak or as angsty as the previous entries is all. Think of this story as a breather, because I have a fifth story planned as well, and that one is going to be... a bit of a roller coaster ride.

But that's for another story. This story features our heroes going up against a prey activist terrorist group. It's... kind of inspired by the third Dirty Harry movie, The Enforcer (1976), but with influence by other Zootopia fan fiction that features pro-prey groups and stuff. I figured I might as well tackle that kind of plot as well. Oh, and yes, Milius, Furrero, and Gibson are all still alive and will be featured in this story.

Anyway, let me know what you guys think in your reviews.