I do not own Zootopia, sadly. The only thing I do own and can take credit for is the plotline. This is my very first Zootopia Fanfic and I hope you like it. It took a lot of time and effort to put this plot together and fit all the fun and lovable characters that we greatly cherish into it, but it was worth it. I hope you enjoy.

(Nick POV)

Everything around me was hazy.

I tried to grab onto something: anything to steady myself. But everything seemed so far away. My steps seemed longer than they normally would be, and that caused me to get even dizzier. Eventually, I touched something to my left. It was a streetlamp. Or was it a giraffe? Whatever it was, it was sturdy enough to keep me upright and that was enough for me.

"Finnick!"

I hiccupped and jumped from the sensation. I liked the sensation. It was bubbly. I hiccupped again and began laughing.

"Finnicky? Where are you?"

Was it Finicky? Or Finnick? Where they the same person? Or... was I Finnick?

"Yoo-Hoo!"

My body leaned away from the streetlamp - or giraffe - and my body stumbled and twirled around. Making things spin even more. My eyes were droopy and my tail was dragging along the dirt path that I find myself on.

How did I get here?

Oh, yes. Me and Mom. Arguing. Yelling. Me stomping away. Finnicky. Bar. Drinks of... beer? Or deer? I've never tasted deer. So, I think it should be beer with the "B" of a bear. Of had I tasted deer before? Or bear?

"Fin?"

Up in the distance, I saw something small and grey. My vision was hazy, so I couldn't tell who or what that was. Maybe that was Finnicky? But didn't Finnicky have a lighter colored pelt? Maybe. Maybe not. Who knew and who cared? I found someone!

I tripped on what I could say were my feet - or paws - and landed on all fours. I began laughing hysterically at nothing at all. And it felt good to laugh. I hadn't laughed like this in a long time. I began to try and get up, but my body was too weak from laughing that I couldn't. I tried again and again to stand up and get back on my feet - or paws - but failed every time. You know what, why get up onto my feet? Why not just stay on all fours? Yeah, it was easier, and everything and anything that was easier was good enough for me.

I put one paw in front of the other instinctively: and watched with big mesmerized and curious-filled eyes as I did so. How did I do that? There! I did it again! My paw was now in front of my other paw! I smiled a delighted smile and began to try and put them in front of the other faster: speeding up. The air slammed against my face in a powerful blow. My eyelids closed a little to keep out the air and my nose inhaled. There was something around here that I liked. And I wanted to find it. I sniffed around even more. Every scent was mixed with the other and it made me confused and I growled in irritation. My ears were also trying to find what I was looking for, as they would turn every which way to find that something. I heard crickets around, but then they faded. I heard water around, but that faded to. Everything would eventually fade. Eventually, they gave up and flattened themselves against my head. It was then that I saw the grey animal again.

My hazy vision, mixed smell, and confused hearing didn't help me to identify what it was. My eyes only caught sight of a gorgeous set of purple eyes. They were like gems. I liked gems. I slowly began to walk forward, feeling my tail as it would occasionally brush the back of my hind legs. Then the gems turned away and I heard something. My ears perked up quickly as I tried to identify what it was I was hearing. I heard fast padding pawsteps. Someone was running. Confused, I smelled the air and my ears perked even higher and my tail stopped swooshing at the smell that my nose caught in the chilly midnight air:

Fearful prey.

A deep feeling began to pulse and live within me. It started at the pit of my stomach and it spread to every part of my body from the tip of my nose to my tail. My hairs began to stand up and my muscles tensed.

Prey. Prey. Prey. Prey.

Before I even knew what I was doing: I was running after it. The thrill that this gave me was delightful and I wanted more. I sped up faster and I could feel the adrenaline running through my veins. It was a feeling so wonderful that it became my new addiction that very instant. I felt free. Liberated. Unchained. Unstoppable. The dirt path that the grey animal had taken was soft beneath my feet and I could feel the moist ground crumble and shift beneath my paws as they impacted the ground. My prey was fast. It was scared too. And it began to slow down due to being tired. So, it decided to hide.

In the red barn that had magically appeared there.

I saw as it opened the door just a tiny bit before it slammed it shut. Huh. Guess I'll have to find another way in. I slowed my running and began to sniff and look around. Huh. There should be another way in. I went around the barn two times. I even tried jumping in through the windows but, to no avail. I only ended up with a throbbing nose after that. Maybe I could try opening the door?

With nothing to loose, I pushed the door to the side with all my might. And it opened easily but with an uneasy creek. I stopped for a moment to regain my balance and stop myself from toppling over clumsily and also to stop my head from spinning. After a moment or two, I looked around the barn. It looked empty except for a few piles of hay here and there. Nevertheless, I analyzed it again and again and again. I knew a thing or two about being judged from the outside and not what was held within.

My prey was nowhere to be seen. I growled in annoyance and frustration. I did not put all that effort into chasing it and finding a way into this stupid barn just so that I wouldn't find it. I could feel myself getting madder and madder by the second until I was close to being enraged. I scanned the area with my eyes one more time before I decided to use my nose and my ears. I pointed my lovely and perfect snout upwards and inhaled deeply. It was here, alright. My ears turned left and right and eventually pointed themselves upright and my nose pointed forward to a stack of hay that lay unmoving in the middle of the barn.

Bingo.

I moved stealthily and quietly. Not wanting to scare it off again. I found myself in front of the haystack and looked at it with an unimpressed and unsatisfied look. Where was my prey? It had to be here. I was just about to call it quits and turn around when a deep purple set of eyes caught my attention as they peeked at me from underneath the hay.

My prey was hiding underneath the hay.

I let out a bark of laughter that startled me and I jumped onto the hay. And I felt something warm struggling and screaming underneath me. I didn't know whether I should move or not. Maybe, I could lift a paw up?

And I did.

The gorgeous and dazzling gem-like eyes were starring at me with fear written all over them. I starred into them for a long time. And I decided I didn't want them to be afraid of me. So, I inched my muzzle closer to my prey and eventually found what I believed to be the crook of its neck and quickly gave it a lick.

"Stop."

A voice squeaked and it took me by surprise, because I jumped slightly. I starred down at the eyes and they now had tears in them. And the tears were beginning to spill over.

Don't cry.

I began to lick the face of my prey and it began to squirm. I pressed my paws against it's sides to keep it from moving about and started liking her face again. It was only then that I caught a scent in the air. '

Arousal.

I sniffed again and again and my nose led me to my prey.

My prey was female. And it was aroused by me. I growled a low husky growl and began licking her again. If my prey liked it, I wasn't going to deny it. But she began to squirm again. I growled in show of dominance and to tell her that what she was doing was confusing me: did she want me to lick her or not? It proved affective because she quit moving. She just stayed there. Unmoving.

Satisfied with her response to his growl, he began to lick her neck again. Her neck tasted like blueberries and she smelled like a fresh summer breeze with a hint of a blossom in it. This caused a moan to erupt from her and he liked the sound. So he licked again. And again. He himself found that he was getting aroused as well, but when he looked into those eyes, he saw a fear so great and a sorrow so deep that he froze. And felt something powerful kick his face: sending him stumbling back.

He let out a snarl of rage and threw himself at the haystack only to find it empty. Seconds later, he heard something close the door to the barn. A sudden urge to sleep overtook him.

That was all he could remember as he drifted into slumber on that pile of hay...

And dreamed of those astounding and magical purple eyes.

Judy's POV will be in the following chapter. Let's get one thing straight here people - NICK DID NOT RAPE JUDY! I have to make that clear to you all. Nick was under the effects of alcohol, and sense I have never gotten drunk ( or high for that matter), I tried my best to make this as close to a realistic experience as I could. The chapter was a little short, and I apologize for it. The next chapters will indeed be longer and more detailed. Seeing as the characters will not be under the influence of alcohol.

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Do you think Zootopia 2 will pair Officer Wilde and Officer Hopps as a Romantic Pair?

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Love,

Me.