Author's Note: The original concept for this story belongs to Lockdown00 who asked me if I could bring it to life, I did my best and this is what came of it.

As always I don't own anything so don't sue.

This story is a very dark AU that portrays sex, violence and gore where Judy is a poor bunny down on her luck forced to work as a stripper and Nick works for Mr. Big. As expected in the AU there is a lot of OOC, read at your own risk, this is not a happy story, you have been warned.

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The things we do for love

Snow falls in Tundratown, it always did and always will. The large gates close with a metal screech behind me, two large polar bears say their good byes and I nod at them before going my way.

The conversation I just had with my boss brings more shivers on my spine that the snow falling around me.

-"Nick, I care about you and you know it. You have always been faithful to me and very efficient, but the times are changing and a gang war is coming. There is no place in this world for half allegiances; you are either in or out. So is with a heavy heart that I must ask you to prove yourself to the rest of the gang or finish our association and head your own way. You are the only one that can bring justice to my family, give me my revenge and you will have everything you want or deny my request and leave our protection"- Mister Big had told me in his usual gentle voice, for an arctic shrew smaller than my paw he could sure scare the shit out of me.

I like Mr. Big, of the three mafia bosses that run Zootopia he is the only one with principles, if you are on his side he will offer you all the protection and resources you need but if you betray him… well let's just say there is a large collection of mammal popsicles suspended below the Tundratown snow.

For years I had been basically an independent hustler with my buddy Finn, but you cannot work on the Zootopia streets unless you make business with at least one of the Mafias, so I chose Big. For years our agreement was very simple, he would make me run a few errands or check some of his smallest businesses, petty little things with very small profile. For those errands I charged him nothing but he guaranteed my safety, either from rival gangs or the police.

Sadly, the rivalry between the three bosses is gaining heat and now independent contractors like yours truly, have to either join the mafia, or loose ties with it and be left unprotected on the street. I am afraid that if I lose his support I could only end up in a grave or a jail cell.

Now joining Mr. Big is not a bad career move. They offer an endless supply of fancy black suits, all the vodka you can drink, a steady paycheck and above all respect. All my life I have been treated like useless scum unworthy of any trust or even a modicum of dignity, so the ability to finally walk into a room and have other mammals bow their heads in respect would be more than any fox could ever aspire to.

The problem for me is the initiation ritual, Mr. Big hands you a photograph of a mammal and you have to kill him or her in less than 24 hours. Most of the time is either a traitor or a member of a rival gang, but I have never killed anyone and I'm not eager to start now.

In my hand there's the picture of Duke Weaselton, a third class low stakes criminal with too little brains and too big of a mouth, he made the gargantuan error of accidentally killing Mr. Big's daughter Fru Fru while running from the cops in Little Rodentia and now the little shrew wants his head on a plate. The worst part is that Duke was running from the cops after stealing a bag full of onions, so now Fru Fru was dead and a war between mafias was going to explode for what? Onions! It would be funny if it wasn't so depressing.

Weaselton is an idiot but not stupid enough to stay in the open and wait for the Mafia lord to send his usual goons and finish him off, so they sent me to do it knowing Duke would never expect a low life good for nothing fox to be a hit mammal. I know the stakes are too high for me to back down, the beloved daughter of one of Zootopia's most powerful mafia boss was dead and that meant a lot of heads would roll. To make things worse I'm supposed to also find who was behind Weaslton's theft since whatever of the other mafia bosses was responsible would also succumb to the shrew's rage.

So yeah, no pressure.

I head to the Nocturnal District, before I kill the weasel I'm supposed to check on my bosses strip club and make sure things run smoothly.

The club is called "Down Low", classy isn't it? It's supposed to be a pun because it is in the basement of a fancy restaurant. Inside the place is high class, with marble floors, fine art in the walls and furniture made of the finest redwood. Subtle led lights allow mammals to see the goods on display but give enough of a downcast illusion of privacy.

The girls are high class too, runway model material. Damn, some of them do work as models while others try to make it as actresses. In the meantime bills need to get paid and if this city thrived in hopes and dreams instead of money Zootopia would be the most powerful place on the planet, so pretty young girls shake their glitter filled thongs for the rich perverts that await below them like crocodiles over a juicy snack.

I nod at the bartender, he is a large black panther but don't let his appearance fool you, he is one of the kindest gentlemammals you will ever know.

-"Hello Mr. Wilde"- He says nodding his head towards me. Without asking he serves me a blueberry mojito, he knows it's my favorite drink.

-"Hey Manchas, how's everything going?"- I ask casually as I sip the delicious beverage.

-"Quite well if I must be honest, there are much more clients now than last month. We have some new girls and you know our patrons"- He told me smiling and shaking his head, then very discreetly he gave me a large envelope containing the boss's profits.

-"Yup those guys sure love some fresh meat"- I say nonchalant as I count the profits, almost twice more than last time, the boss will be pleased.

The lights dim a little more and the MC, a tiny otter named Mr. Otterton takes the stage. I like the guy, for what I hear he is surrounded all the time by the most appetizing females Zootopia has to offer, but word of mouth says he only has eyes for his darling wife. The girls love him for it though, who knew that strippers liked being treated with respect.

-"Ladies and gentlemammals, allow me to introduce one of our new performers. Her name is Violet and this is the first time she steps a paw on our humble abode, so please make her feel welcome to our family here in The Down Low."- Loud clapping comes from all the patrons; new girls are always more than welcome.

Soft music plays in the background, a tiny adorable bunny with silver gray fur steps on the stage, her small purple bra and panties glimmer under the bright lights. I usually ignore the girls in the club, it's not professional to stare at Mr Big's merchandise, but I am curious about a bunny striper. You see bunnies usually crowd strip clubs all over the city, there's too many of them and the stereotype of the slutty hare has been so overdone that classy clubs don't bother with them anymore, so for a bunny to make it to this club she has to be something very special.

Wish I may, wish I might

Find my one true love tonight

Do you think that it could be you?

Leona del Rey's sultry song plays as the slender bunny twirls around the shiny stripper pole, her figure contorts with a grace even a professional ballet dancer could envy.

Instinctively I edge closer to the stage, taking a seat in the nearest table I find empty. What can I say? I like looking at bunnies. Ages ago my species used to hunt them for food so I guess my brain is wired to follow their movements waiting for the right moment to pounce on them. No of course I don't want to eat her, what do you think I am? A savage? I just like watching them with their soft fluffy tails and perky cute little ears.

Her body is a masterpiece, a perfect tiny waist with round full hips and curvy thighs, her breasts are small and perky, completely proportionate with her slender figure. None of that calls my attention; you do not work in this club unless your body is flawless. Her dance moves are fantastic though, the way she comes up and down the pole is not a raunchy dance to make old rich farts jerk off, no her dance is a fucking work of art. Her moves should be recorded for posterity and preserved for the enjoyment of all mammalkind, from the tips of her hind paws to the hairs in her ears her whole body moves in perfect synchronization in the most glorious amalgamation of grace and coordination. I stare at her in trance, memorizing her every move, storing it in my memories so I can travel back to them whenever life gives me a hard time. It is pathetic I know, but her lovely moves will probably be the best source of comfort when I lie alone in my bed tonight.

So enthralled I am in the glorious spectacle that I feel like only a few seconds have passed until the show is over.

She spins on the floor and slowly kneels moving slowly on all fours, a mattress of dollars have formed at her paws, there's not enough room on her underwear for all that cash. Then she looks up at me and without realizing I am lost beyond hope.

They are purple, her shining large eyes are a bright purple with thick eyelashes and she has that melancholic expression that tugs on my heart strings and makes my chest feel like I'm about to burst.

There is a sob story behind your eyes isn't it sweetheart? There is always a sob story behind the pretty girls in The Down Low, happy females don't end up stripping in a pole strutting their stuff for every horny male in sight.

The large paw of a polar bear lands in my shoulder, I look up and see Kevin's empathic gaze.

-"You enjoy the show, yes?"- The large mammal says with amusement.

I nod nervously and try to go away, I don't want my boss to think I'm wasting my time where I should be heading straight to his manor and deliver his money but the strong paw keeps me frozen in my place, he won't let me move.

-"No rush Mr. Wilde, Mr. Big says he gave you a picture"- His thick Russian accent makes me want to hide below the table next to me; I nod nervously and avoid his gaze.

-"Very good, I welcome you to our family. The boss likes you and I hope that you don't betray his trust"- He says with a mixture of fondness and pride, yet I grow more terrified at every passing minute.

-"Come with me, I have a welcome gift for you"- He then guides me to the back of the club and I follow him wishing with all my heart I could run away from this place.

Kevin pushes me inside the dark room that sits even lower than the ground level on the club, it's usually reserved for private parties and only the most powerful mammals of the criminal world have ever stepped inside of it. I stare at the huge luxurious room and my jaw drops when I notice that the lovely bunny, Violet, was waiting in there for me.

-"Miss Violet, this is Mr. Wilde. He is the new member of Mr. Big's family, be nice with him yes?"-

I see her looking at me and then at Kevin, she forces a smile on her face and gives him a quick nod but I can't help noticing the way her tiny nose twitches in terror. If only she knew I was as terrified as her.

So this is it then, Mr Big is giving me one hell of a welcoming present. I should just lounge myself at her, like my ancestors would. Not to devour her, well at least not in the literal sense, but to ravage that bunny until the hunger I never knew was inside of me was finally quenched and I could even for one moment forget the ugly shit storm my life had become.

I hear Kevin closing the door behind us and I can't help to tense at the realization that I am finally alone with her, in a dark room, while she is in her tiny lacey underwear.

I feel numb as I move closer to Violet, the smell of her fear invades my nostrils and my instincts howl in glee. She tries to be brave, even smile, but her body shakes with terror and her eyes are on the verge of tears.

The thing is that I am NOT a savage animal. I might be a worthless low life but I am not the kind of monster who could look at those adorable purple eyes and still cause her harm. I sigh loudly, feeling like an idiot for what I am about to do.

I remove my green Hawaiian shirt and put it on her shoulders, so she can use it to cover herself.

-"There you go sweetheart, it would be a shame if you caught a cold"- I said turning my back on her and sitting on the comfy suede couch as far from her as the room lets me.

-"Are you not going to…?"- She asks terrified, it's the first time I hear her voice. It is not as sharp and meek as I expected, she sounds different from all the bunnies I know.

-"I don't want to do this anymore than you do"- I lie, because god dammit I WANT to do it, just not like this.

-"Please sir, don't tell Kevin I didn't…"- She says looking ashamed at the floor –"do my job. He would fire me and I really need the money. My family is about to lose its farm if we don't pay our debt to a loan shark and if we lose it my parents, my brothers and sisters and all their children would be homeless!"-

So there is the sob story, most girls would embellish theirs so they can get sympathy from their patrons and hers is just so… heartwarming that anyone else would believe she is lying. But I wouldn't be alive after working in the Zootopia streets for so long if I didn't know how to read other mammals, and my gut is telling me she says the truth.

Just in case I pry further, the easiest way to tell if someone is lying is to let them talk, liars usually end up tripping when they need to give details of their story.

-"Please fluff, tell me more about it"-

She hugs herself around my shirt and I am tempted to take it back once our time is up, if only so I can at least get a token with her scent.

-"A year ago a fire erupted in Bunnyburrow, my home. It burned my family's farm almost completely, my parents worked their asses off to rebuild it from scratch but they needed money. Even after they spent my entire college fund it barely covered for half of the expenses, so they asked for a loan at the bank but they were denied because we were poor. They were so desperate that they had to borrow money from a loan shark, the farm was saved but he elevated the interest rate so much that our debt is right now basically impossible to pay. He has the scripture of our land, if we don't pay the interests every month he will take it away and throw my family to the street."- Her voice is raspy and grave, I see the raw sadness in her face, but she never broke down or cried. She is tougher than she looks.

The story fits well, the fire she talked about was on the news for several weeks last year and I know many farmers lost their lands and their livelihoods back then. I suspect that is the reason so many does begun to crowd the strip clubs and whore houses lately in a desperate effort to make end's meet.

-"You do what you have to do to survive right?"- I say with sadness, knowing too well how it feels to be forced to do something you hate just so you could live another day.

-"Yeah"- She gives me a sad smile and my muzzle can't help to twist in a smile of my own. –"So what are you celebrating? Kevin just told me Mr Big only uses this room for special occasions"- She seemed almost perky when she changed the subject.

-"My grand entrance to Mr Big's "Family" I guess"- I scoff at the idea that the whole mafia seems more excited about it than me.

-"You don't sound too happy about it"- She speaks to me like she actually cares about what I have to say, something that rarely if ever happened in my life.

-"Let's just say that I'm not a big fan of the dirty work that position requires"- I tell her dryly

-"Then why are you joining them?"- She asks tilting her head, exposing her long thin neck and part of her left shoulder. I couldn't help noticing she isn't afraid of me anymore and her posture is much more relaxed.

-"As I said, you do what you have to do to survive"- I look at her and see sympathy in her eyes, it was the first time in over two decades since I saw it, the last female that ever gave a single fuck about me was my mom and she died when I was twelve. I take a deep breath and continue explaining –"The thing is, that I don't know if I can do it. Even if my life depends on it"-

-"Mr Wilde, I know how you feel. You find yourself in a position where you have to either do something horrible or give up and let life tear you apart. It is terrifying and you feel like you would rather die than suffer through the indignity of it, but in the end the survival instinct kicks in and you realize there is no way out. So all you have to do is quit fighting with yourself, you need to realize sometimes we do horrible things not because we want to but because we have to."- She says removing my shirt from her shoulders, she isn't afraid or ashamed anymore, merely defiant.

Is she actually urging me to have sex with her?

-"I'm sorry carrots"- I say mocking her farmer past –"But being called a horrible thing you have to soldier through is not much of a turn on for me"- I take my shirt from her tiny paws and put it back in my torso.

-"My name is Judy Mr Wilde. And no you are not horrible, but you are my first client and I'm afraid the next ones will be. You are a very kind and honorable fox, and once you get through this rough patch I believe you have to potential to be great"- Her soft paws feel like cotton on my cheek, I relish on the feel of it.

Her words on the other hand, if I were a millionaire I would give her all of my fortune to make her say them again. Never had I heard such sweet words of encouragement, my heart flutters in my chest and I feel like even if I never get to make love to her and I got killed after refusing to kill Duke I can say I died happy tonight.

Her sweet fuzzy lips touch mine in an almost chaste kiss, so that's how it feels when you kiss someone that actually likes you.

My paws rest on her small back, her soft fluffy fur feels like a worm cloud under my claws.

-"Are you sure this is what you want?"- I stammer trying to block the voice in my head that says "You idiot, just shut up! We are this close of getting the bunny and you keep steering her away!"

-"Mister Wilde…"-

-"Call me Nick"- I said panting

-"You are my first client and you have been nice to me, in this club that is a rarity. As I told you, the other clients will not be as kind as you, if I'm going to…. do this at least I want to start with someone I like"- She says looking at me with sadness and shame.

She was right, the patrons that come in here are usually the type of mammal that has it all, and vanilla sex is usually not their style. It breaks my heart knowing that sweet little doe is looking forward a lot of pain and humiliation at the hands of every rich pervert in Zootopia.

She kisses me again, more daring this time. My mouth explores hers and the sweet smell of her arousal mingled with her fear stirs my feral instincts into overdrive, I hug her tight her soft body seems made for cuddles. I should be more gentle but I have bottled my instincts for too long now, I have spent too many nights alone and angry at my life, my body wants her and it won't stop until I'm satisfied.

My paws will not be bothered with unclasping her bra; I simply tear it off, purple sequins fall scattered on the floor. At this show of force she panics, jumps and turns away from me but I tackle her to the floor, my body on top of her, my front paws over hers my legs between her knees keeping them spread.

She squirms below me not knowing that only makes me want her more, but my last bastion of civility kicks in.

-"Judy, I know you are scared but believe me when I say I won't hurt you. If you want this to stop just say No, and I will leave you alone"- I say wondering where the nearest place where I can take a cold shower is.

-"You promise you won't hurt me?"- She says terrified.

-"I would never do that"- I say honestly.

A shy "ok" leaves her parted lips and my body cannot hold back my lust anymore, she stays still as I remove her panties and my own trousers.

I am bigger than her, going all in might cause her harm. My paws roam over her lithe soft body as I think of a way to mate with her without hurting her, I take special care with her shoulders and the taut muscles in her legs, she is still lying face down on the think carpet of the VIP room but she doesn't smell of fear anymore. Slowly her body relaxes into my greedy paws and I cannot help myself as I lie once more on top of her, my arms supporting my weight.

My snout places itself next to her slender neck and I kiss it with abandon, then with a lot of care my jaws place themselves at each side of her neck and I give her a soft bite. There is something I'm looking for as my fangs gently scrape her delicate flesh and I find it right next to her pulse point. I add a little more pressure on that area and feel her go limp, her eyes turn glazed and a guttural moan escapes her lips.

My ancestors used to bite into that point when hunting pray, it paralyzed them immediately so they wouldn't wiggle out of their grip, nowadays if you do it gently the "victim" of the bite merely feels a rush through their bodies and their muscles relax for a few minutes, that way I can enter her without causing her pain.

She is hot, tight, wet and glorious. I am mounting her the way a wild canide would do his bitch, I give love bites to her neck and shoulders and slowly I push deeper and deeper inside of her, mindful of whatever noise of pain she might make.

Her daze fades away and she begins to move with me, we are merely animals in heat now, I'm in all fours like a stone age fox and she trashes below me like ancient prey. I no longer dare to bite her neck anymore, I'm afraid my fangs could go too deep, even when she begged me to do it. So I bite her shoulder instead, it won't draw blood but it might leave a mark.

Our pace becomes more frantic with every minute until a haze of lust overwhelms me and blinding white light shines behind my eyes, the climax crashes over me and I fall over her soft frame. As soon as I regain my senses I try to move away from her but to my dismay I realize I have knotted inside of her and now we are stuck together. Carefully I maneuver our bodies so this time I'm the one on the floor and she lies down on top of my torso, now she is facing me instead of being on her back.

Her arms are shaky as she lifts herself up, she sits on top of me still stuck on my member, and her eyes are pools of lust as she begins to move up and down in a swift cadence. Apparently I had reached orgasm but she hasn't yet. It isn't an issue though, I am still hard inside of her and she is taking advantage of that fact, the sight of her lovely perfect body bouncing on top of me is the most exhilarating spectacle I have ever witnessed. I howl in joy like a stupid wolf when we both reached our orgasm and I feel growing even bigger inside of her.

The issue of getting knotted with your mate is that there is no telling when you might get untangled, it is actually worse when the male is very attracted to the female and is either a virgin or hasn't had sex in a while. I don't expect to be untangled soon and it doesn't help our predicament the fact that she is so tiny.

For now it doesn't matter, we are both satisfied and comfortable in each other's arms. I caress and kiss every part of her body I can reach, looking for the sweet spots that would make her moan, shake or giggle. It's like her body was a wonderland for my curious fingers and I did not want to get off that ride.

We kept saying words of encouragement and affection for almost an hour later, even after we got loose.

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I came back to Mr. Big's manor at the break of dawn, with the earnings of the strip club and a new business proposal.

The arctic shrew sits in his tiny chair on top of a big desk, I stand in front of him all too aware that below the rug that lies in the floor there is a trapdoor that leads you to freezing water.

-"I heard there is something you want to discuss with me"- Mr Big is smiling; he knows he has me right where he wants.

-"Yes Mr Big, I am going to kill Weaselton and every mammal you tell me to, I'll be the most loyal assassin you could ever hire"- I hide in my sly smile and smug gaze the fear and trepidation building in my gut. –"But there is a little thing though, I won't even charge you anything or ask for anything else for the rest of my life as long as you make me a teeny tiny favor"- I say slouching a little with my tail between my legs and my clasped hands at the side of my face, am I below begging in my precarious position? No, no I'm not.

-"And what would that favor be?"- He answers in his smooth voice.

-"There is a stripper that goes by the name of Jud- um Violet, her family is victim of a loan shark, if you could cancel her debt so she could go back to her farm and her family I would be eternally grateful"-

I hear chuckles all around me from the group of polar bears; the pathetic little fox lovesick on a prostitute bunny, yup that isn't humiliating at all. Still don't care though; she gave me the best night in my life and the first signal of real affection I have experienced in years. Is that worth being a slave to the mafia? Yes, yes it is.

Mr. Big isn't laughing; he has a dead serious and solemn expression, which can be either really bad or pretty good.

-"Nick, if you bring me Weaselton's head along with the name of his associates I give you my word that her family's farm will be safe, the loan shark will not bother them anymore and she won't have to keep working in our club. Do we have a deal?"-

His tone is grave and dangerous, he wants revenge for his daughter and I am his best option to achieve that and he knows it, compared to that a little country bunny's freedom is a cheap price.

-"Yes sir"- I respond sounding a lot calmer than I actually am.

-"Good, you have ten hours starting now. Just one more thing, Kevin tells me Violet has become very popular after her first dance. So much than Mayor Lionheart, one of our most loyal patrons wants a private dance from her tonight. Keep your part of the deal and she will be by your side, fail to deliver and she will have to take special care of him as well"-

I nod, bow my head and leave his manor as fast as possible. Everyone knows Lionheart is one of the sleaziest bastards in Zootopia, I'm terrified of what he might make her do. The Mr. Big I used to know would never pull such a cheap blow on me like that, dangling her well being over my head.

I shudder thinking that his grief is gonna turn him in someone as cold hearted and cruel as his other counterparts. Oh well, it's not like I can take anything back now; I made a deal I better keep it.

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The sun shines bright in Downtown Savanna and even with my aviators on the light still blinds me, I know everybody in this city and it doesn't take long for me to find Weaselton selling pirated movies next to Savanna Central station.

-"Hey Duke, how's everything going?"- I tell him carefully schooling my face in its usual lay back expression, the moment he senses my intentions he'll run away and that sneaky little asshole is an expert in disappearing from sight.

-"What do you want Wilde? Don't you have some paw-bullshit-psicles to sell today?"- He says twisting his mouth in an arrogant snarl and throwing a toothpick at my face.

-"Actually…"- I say lowering my glasses and giving him a mischievous look –"I have some contacts that say there is a very important shipment coming with strange plants from Amazonia, I know a guy who knows a guy that works for security in the docks. It could be an easy job, we go in and out before they even know what's missing"- His eyes light up and I can see dollar signs glistening in them, but then he pouts and looks at the floor, his shoulders droop.

-"Sorry Wilde, it seems like a good gig and you always have the best intel, but I have to lay low for a while"- He says disappointed

-"Why? what happened?"- I do hope I can fake being this oblivious and concerned, I hope I'm not pushing it.

-"I was working for a guy named Doug, he runs an operation in the abandoned train station. He paid me a lot of cash for stealing some weird onions but a rhino copper spotted me so I hid in Little Rodentia knowing he wouldn't be able to follow me there, the thing is that they were waiting for me on the other side and before I could escape they had me surrounded, many of the little mice begun to fight back and attack me so I panicked and threw a giant donut at them and it landed right into Mr. Big's daughter. She was crushed in seconds."-

I whistled as I heard the story –"So what are you gonna do now?"-

-"I'm meeting with Doug tonight at his place; he'll give me enough cash so I can leave the country."- He told me in the smuggest and punchable expression I have ever seen.

-"You know my buddy Finn knows a guy who's really good at making fake passports, if you are leaving the country those could come in handy, they aren't cheap but they are worth it"- I give him my usual sly smile, years of hiding my true feelings are paying off, he doesn't suspect a thing.

Weaselton falls for it bait, hook and sinker. I tell him I'll arrange a "meeting" and sell him the fake passport in an hour, he will meet me by the abandoned factory near the bridge I like to sleep under. It is a deserted quiet place, perfect for my plans.

…..

It was fast, I jabbed an old dagger right between his neck and chin, and he was gone in a few minutes. It terrifies me of how easy it was, and while I certainly did not like it I am not as shaken as I should be, the world hasn't stopped spinning because Weaselton is no longer in it.

I should feel guiltier about what I have done, but Judy was right you just suck it up and do it; we all do what we have to do in order to survive.

I brings me joy knowing that while I have certainly booked a one way ticket to hell my beautiful bunny will be free from this wretched city, I imagine her happily reunited with her family surrounded by nature and clean air, it is the first and probably last good thing I do in my life.

All things considered it was all worth it.

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Author's note: This was intended as a dark AU one shot but I might add some more chapters If the readers are interested. If you want me to continue the story please let me know and review.