(AN: This is my first time writing a piece of fan fiction based around the incredible creation that is Zootopia. I thought of this story as being showing the darker side of Zootopia, and how our favorite characters face that darker side. This story will feature lots of fan favorites: Judy, Nick, Jack, Skye; and hopefully some new well liked characters. I will try to upload a new chapter when I can, hopefully, one each week. If the story is well liked and reviewed, the harder I will strive to make this story better and better. As a quick heads up, this first installment is dark and does not contain Judy or Nick. Look for them in the next chapter of this story.)
Prologue:
Night in the city of Zootopia. The Savannah Central skyscrapers light up the night sky. From the tallest building, in his luxury penthouse, the Zootopia Kingpin known as Shere Khan looks out at it all. The luxurious Palm Tree Hotel and Casino lit up most of Sahara Square, the restaurants, and fish plants in Tundratown. The Rainforest district, Little Rodentia, the marshes, the nocturnal zone, everything in his view. He can't help but raise an open hand at everything he sees and close it into a fist. Zootopia, all there for his taking. The rags and the riches, the high styles and the slums of the city; all his to reach out and take.
He lowered and massaged his hands. He could feel the implants he had put in both hands. It was an ill advised procedure, but with enough money, no doctor could refuse, he had the surgery. He liked the idea of having a secret weapon, hidden right in his hands.
Khan had no problem obtaining high-quality items which he stores in his penthouse. Decorated in gold, white, and marble flooring and having only the most expensive and high-class furniture. The suit he wore came from the best tailor in Tundratown. There was a time in his life were such luxury felt like a dream to have, but not anymore.
The Penthouse elevator opened and Bagheera, a black panther, steps out to inform his boss. Bagheera has always been Khan's number one, his brother. They grew up in the same foster home together, in the slums of Zootopia. Being the younger of the two, Khan always watched over him. They stole together and fought together. Bagheera was the only mammal Khan considered to be blood kin.
"Mr. Khan, you have a visitor down in the lobby. A fox named Mr. Gray says he has an excellent selection for you, if interested?" he said in their native tongue which was Kurdish, a spoken language between Iran and India. Khan remembers how much their foster mother hated them speaking in their language. She would yell, curse, and at sometimes strike at them for using a language she did not understand. Khan would speak Kurdish to spite her.
"Very well," Khan said in Kurdish and turning his attention away from the window to his brother. "Most likely wanting to show me a selection for one of the brothels. Have Vicky bring him up along with the selection he brought."
"Yes sir," the panther obliged. Bagheera pulls a black walkie from his belt. "Bring them up" speaking in English through the walkie-talkie.
"Bagheera, you know you don't have to call me mister or sir. At least not when we're alone," Khan said still in his native tongue.
"Yes, I do," the black panther said, putting the walkie-talkie back on his belt. The elevator doors opened again, and this time a gray fox steps out. He wore a white shirt, leather jacket, gold chain around his neck, and a pistol tucked in the front of his pants.
"Mr. Khan," the fox said skipping into the penthouse with glee, "so pleased you were able to see me and at such an odd hour of the night."
"I always have time for business, as long as the outcome is in my favor. Now, Mr. Gray, you say you have a good batch for the brothels?" the KingPin said.
"Yeah, you betcha," the fox said sounding frantic, wanting to please the Kingpin. "Come on out, line up, and let him take a look at the lot of you," he called out into the elevator.
Out of the elevator, the rest of the group followed. The escorts consisted of two female tigers, a red female bunny, a female Ocelot, and one deer buck. The ladies wore short skirts and a unique selection of gold jewelry. The jewelry they were wearing giant spiked pins, rings with small spikes on the top, and the bunny had her ears pinned down with a large spike hair pin. The only exception was the deer buck who wore a light white button up shirt and black pants.
The last person exiting the elevator was a black fox vixen, Vicky. She was not with the escorts but was Khan's other loyalist. Not possessing the ability to speak, she spoke using sign language. She wore tight leather pants and jacket, with a black scarf around her neck. Holstered to her hip was a knife and a small revolver tucked into her belt. The main eye catcher on her was a red and black katana holstered to her left side. The katana was the perfect size for her to use and she tried to conceal it under her jacket. She always wore a smile on her face that made her look like she was up to no good.
"Come on now. Stand in a line and look beautiful," Mr. Gray said to the escorts he had brought to show off. Khan approached the sex workers, examining them up and down.
"Now, I won't lie to you Mr. Khan, sir. They all came from some of the biggest slums of Zootopia. But I worked some of my magic and got them all beautiful and looking like high class." Mr. Gray said, trying to give his best sales pitch to the Kingpin. Grabbing one of the female tigers under the jaw, forcing to turn her head.
"I know how you're always up for looking upon a beautiful tigress, so I made sure they were at their best before bring them." Mr. Gray let go of the female tiger jaw and made his way to the young buck.
"And look at this guy. Should've seen him when I first met him. Covered in filth, but now, now look at him," Mr. Gray said giving a few light slaps to the side of the buck's face. "He's Guaranteed to charm the clothes off of any mammal broad willing to spend a hundred dollars an hour with him."
Khan stayed silent for the duration of the Fox's entire sales pitch. Showing no emotion of interest, making the fox worried. He became jittery as his sale pitch went on. When done, only silence filled the room.
"So, what you think?" the Fox hesitated to ask.
"They will do" Khan finally answering the fox. "We'll decide on which of the brothels to send them to later. If that is all, you and your escorts are free to leave." Khan spoke in such a calm and serene manner, it was chilling to hear.
"If you're interested, Mr. Khan, would like the service of one of them tonight?" Mr. Gray asked. Khan stops and turns back around. "On the house of course," Mr. Gray added.
Khan examined the line of escorts again. He took a good look at the two female tigers, then the Ocelot. There would be no need to consider the young buck; his taste only fell under the female anatomy. Looking at the female bunny and liking the way he towered over her. How fragile the rabbit looked, something that he could force authority over with ease. That is what his fetish was, power and control.
"She will do," he said out loud. Shere Khan grabbed the red female bunny by the arm with his large paws and led her to the bedroom.
Khan's master bedroom was stylish as the rest of his penthouse, though it was dark and a little hard to see. The bunny escort stood at the end of the king size bed. She didn't know whether to sit, talk, or start to undress. Thinking it best if she waited for her orders from the tiger she was to please. She watched as the tiger paced the room, stealing a glance at her from time to time.
"Undress" he finally spoke, spooking the bunny a bit. The rabbit did not speak or hesitate another second. Obeying the order, removing the dress and letting it puddle to the floor. Wrapping arms around her exposed body, trying to cover what she could.
Khan removed his well-tailored suit. Without his clothes, she could see how muscular the tiger was. He had a few placed scars on his body from fights and afflicted abuse in his younger years.
"Make yourself comfortable on the bed," he said, not even turning to her.
She sat on the end of the bed and looking down at the floor. She kept her eyes on the floor while she heard the wrinkle of Khan's pants slide off to the ground. His heavy footsteps grew louder as he approached. Khan's large footed paws stopped in front of her. The tiger took one of his large hands and caressed the bottom of her chin, making her look up at him.
"Do you know who I am, girl?" he said asking the fragile looking bunny, nodding her head yes. He told her to say it, repeatedly as he pushed her on to her back.
Shere Khan buried his face into her chest as she repeated his name and looked down to see how distracted he was. His face still buried in her breast, which he kissed.
With Khan distracted, the red rabbit reached behind her, as slow as she can, and grabbed her large spike hair pin. Steadying herself and aiming the massive spike at the back of Khan's neck. Her chance to strike was now. She struck down at his neck.
Out the corner of Khan's line of sight, he could see the massive spike. With quick reflexes, Khan's giant paw struck, grabbing her arm with the huge spike. Fear was starting to set in as she struggled to break free of his grip.
"Oh, little dumb bunny," Khan said, looking up to stare at her with his dark, jaded eyes. "Why would you go and do a stupid thing like that?"
Fear engulfed the red bunny. Shere Khan tightened his grip, hearing the faint 'snapping' sound of bones in her arm. Screaming in pain, the red rabbit dropped the massive spike. Khan picked up the spike and sniffed the tip which gave a foul sickening smell.
"Poison, I'm assuming. The weapon of choice for a coward, but a choice you didn't make," he said. Forcing her out of bed by her broken arm, he led her back outside the bedroom. Still nude and yelping in pain every step of the way.
Once outside the bedroom, Khan tossed the naked bunny to the ground. The frightened rabbit curled up against the wall, shielding her broken arm.
"Woah Woah. What seems to be the problem?" The gray fox asked in a frantic voice when seeing the naked bunny against the wall and Shere Khan approaching him.
"Now, I thought we had a well-arranged agreement," Khan said, holding up the poisoned spike. Khan tossed the spike towards Mr. Gray who jumped to the side to avoid it.
"Mr. Khan, I-I-I don't know what you're saying? If she wasn't up to your liking I'm sure one of these other girls will be up to your liking?" Mr. Gray said, becoming very nervous.
"So that one of them can stab and poison me?" Khan spat at the gray fox. The Fox was losing his cool, stuttering and sweat glistening down his fur.
"Mr. Khan… I-"
"On the floor, face down," Kingpin tiger demanded.
"Excuse me?" Mr. Gray said standing there with a blank stare.
Without warning, a loud blast erupted behind the Fox as both his kneecaps ripped to shreds. The Fox screamed in pain as he fell to the floor, face down. The female escorts cried at the horror of the scene. The young buck looked sickened by what he was seeing. Behind, where the fox once stood, was Bagheera holding a sawed off shotgun. He pumped the gun, ejecting an empty shell and loading a fresh one in the barrel. He aimed at the line of escorts.
Though in pain, Mr. Gray struggled to reach for the pistol he had tucked in his belt. Pulling the gun out and trying to aim at Khan. Lifting it only halfway up before the whistling sound of metal cutting through the air piercing his arm barring hand. The Fox screamed in pain as a knife protruded through his hand, making him drop the gun.
Vicky strolled over, her tail swishing back and forth. She slammed a foot down on the fox's knife pierced hand. Leaning down Vicky retrieved her knife and the Fox's gun, still giving that vixen smile of her's.
"If anyone else has a weapon, give them up now; otherwise you will be joining him," Khan announced to the escorts and walking over to the fox that wept in pain. It did not take them long to decide. The buck was the first to give in, tossing down a knife he had hidden in his pocket. The other escorts followed suit, throwing down their weapon like jewelry and huddling together. Their cooperation pleased Khan.
"He promised if one of us carried out the deed, he would pay us handsomely and never have to turn tricks ever again," the young buck pleaded.
Shut the hell up!" Mr. Gray shouted.
The young buck ignored Mr. Gray's scream, "In return, he would be able to fill the void and replace you."
"Shut the hell up! Don't believe a damn word from these fucking whores! That's all they are, a bunch of fucking whores! You can't trust them," the screaming fox yelled in pain.
"Thank you for coming forward with this. That will save me lots of time trying to get this gray piece of shit to talk," Khan said in a respectful tone towards the young buck.
"Was ten percent not good enough for you?" Khan asked rhetorical and cold, placed his large pawed foot on top of Mr. Gray's head. The fox started to scream louder as Khan forced pressure on the fox's skull under his foot. The fox squirmed and squealed louder as he tried to escape.
"I will only offer you this one offer. You will all work for me. Do what I say and obey everything I say, and you will have nothing to fear. Because if you don't, you will find yourself in Mr. Gray's position. Do you understand?" he said with a stern tone of voice.
The line of escorts nodded their head in agreement, scared to say anything. The King Pin Shere Khan smiled, happy with how well they understood their position. "Good," he said. Khan rammed his foot down at full force on top of the fox's skull, caving it in with a loud 'crack.' Again, the female escorts screamed in fright at the sound and sight of the Fox's crushed skull. Khan took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled, allowing him to assess the situation.
"The first thing to do is to clean this mess up. I hate seeing shit stain my beautiful floor. Bagheera, Vicky, can you please supply them with the essentials to clean this up?" he said as he referred to the dead Mr. Gray on the floor.
Vicky picked up a washcloth, tossing it to Shere Khan who used it to clean what ever fox bits were still on the bottom of his foot. Done, he tossed it back to her and gave her an appreciated thank you. She threw up her hands and gave him the sign language for "you're welcome." Bagheera returned from the closet with a wash bucket, bleach, scrubbers, and a large tarp. He placed the items in front of the escorts. Without a word spoken, they knew what they had to do. They grabbed the supplies and made their way to the dead fox.
The naked bunny that Khan had tossed aside early on forced herself up. She still whimpered with every step from her broken arm, trying to make her way to the group of escorts. She felt that was her place, where she belonged.
Shere Khan noticed her as she tried to pass him. With his quick reflexes, he reached out grabbing the bunny by her long ears and throwing her back on the floor. She cried and yelped in pain and fear. Khan still had a firm grip on her ears.
"Not you," he said, looking her in the eyes. "You and I have unfinished business."
Without any further warning, Shere Khan dragged the helpless bunny behind him by her ears. She struggled and cried out for help; which was a pointless effort. Khan continued to pull her till they were back in the master bedroom. He slammed the door shut, and with a loud 'click' had locked the door.
(AN/ So that is the end of the first installment of this story. I hope most of you enjoyed it. Our villains are present, but what of our heroes: Nick and Judy? Our heroes will be in the next installment. If you liked it, please follow and leave a review. Till next time.)