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Welcome to our Zootopia fanfic! Now, before we get started, let us say something. There are three people running this fanfiction account. There's me. You can refer to me as Pix. I have another FFn account, it's called Pixeleve, so please go check me out! There's the second runner, you can call her Italy. She's new to FFn so please welcome her! Then there's the third runner, Scout.

(Pix): I'm kinda sorta mentoring Italy and Scout under writing, more so on Italy than Scout. Scout's got a Quotev, but I won't release it unless she wants me to. That's it for now, so enjoy! WARNING: RATED M for language, suggestive content and future reasons. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

"Are you sure you want to go in alone? Maybe I should walk you in." A male lion fretted, staring worriedly into his daughter's round, emerald green eyes.

"It's only ballet class, Daddy." The cub squeaked, twirling the lace on her skirt absently mindedly.

"But, Nymara-" Her father was cut off as his daughter- Nymara- hugged him tightly.

"It's fine." Nymara insisted. "I wanna make my own friends."

Her father sighed heavily, placing his paws squarely on Nymara's shoulders. "If anything happens, come straight home." He kissed her forehead, waving goodbye as she excitedly ran into the building.

A noodle thin zebra dance instructor in yoga and a grey tank top turned as the door closed behind Nymara. "My darling! Welcome, welcome!" The zebra exclaimed in a heavy french accent. "We've plazed in B clazz for now." The dance instructor said, waving an arm towards a group of diverse students, most of whom Nymara recognized from her school, Savanna Elementary School.

"H-hi!" Nymara stammered, waving a paw at the group of students timidly. The group shifted uncomfortably, their eyes seemingly staring right through her. A tall, slim gazelle stepped forward, pushing past the other dancers coldly.

"I'm Gail." She said in a voice full of posh and pampering as she held out her hoof.

"Nymara's my name!" The cub replied, gladly shaking Gail's hoof.

Gail pursed her lips together and wiped her hoof on her frilly skirt with a disgusted look on her face. "Let's go, uh, practice in the changing rooms." Leading Nymara across the mirrored room and down a staircase, a room labeled 'boiler room. Was the only room there with the group leading her in.

"This isn't a changing room…" Nymara gulped nervously as the students cornered her against a still blazing fire place and slammed the door shut behind her. "What's going on guys?"

"Shut up, you hybrid!" Gail snapped, shoving Nymara against the wall with both arms.

"W-what?" Nymara stuttered, gritting her teeth as Gail's hooves dug into her shoulders.

"You don't deny it?" Gail knocked her against the wall a second time, Nymara's head buzzing with stars. "You are a hybrid, yes? Spawn from a tigress and a lion?"

"I-I am." Nymara admitted. "I'm a ligeress." She groaned, unsure of what Gail and the others were getting at.

Gail threw her head back in a short, mocking laugh. "Freak!" Gail spat. The others sneered at Nymara coldly.

"N-n-no! My parents are good people! I am too! Being a hybrid has nothing to do with it!" Nymara pleaded, feeling tears prick her eyes.

"You're wrong!" A leopard spoke up from inside the crowd of others, his claws unsheathing threateningly.

"You're a freak of nature." Gail scowled, thrusting the ligeress to the wall again. Nymara pushed Gail back, shoving the gazelle onto the floor.

The leopard from before tackled Nymara on the ground, slamming the ligeress' face into the dirty, damp tile floor and latching a muzzle onto her.

Nymara kicked the leopard off her, pawing at her snout desperately in a feeble attempt to get the muzzle off her, resulting in her standing on all fours.

"Look, she's gone savage!" A kangaroo girl exclaimed, bursting out laughing at Nymara as she lay on the ground.

"N-no!" I'm only trying to get this off!" Nymara gasped, tears filling her eyes as she sprung to her two feet.

"Freak! Savage! Unnatural! Screw-up!" Came the sneering laughs of her classmates. Nymara collapsed back onto the ground on all four in fear as Gail came close to her face, a hot branding iron in her hoof.

"You'll never be one of us. Freak of nature!" Gail growled, pressing the iron to Nymara's forehead above her left eye.

Nymara cried out in pain, fighting tears as she darted out of the boiler room and out into the dance studio. She skulked into a nearby alleyway, letting herself break down like the sky raining above her.

She gingerly touched the burn from the iron, grunting in pain as it stung. Nymara scratched at the muzzle, though unable to find the clip to release it. The fiery pain on her forehead worsening with the cold, night rain soaking her pelt.

A small puddle formed before Nymara, the ligeress sobbing as she saw herself in the reflective surface of the water. The burn was already fading in with her fur though the bright pinkish skin was clearly visible. Rain and tears drenched her face and the muzzle was clasped on too tight, it squeezing her face. Golden tiger stripes littering her body, a pale underbelly and a lion like figure blended her as the liger she was.

"I really am a freak of nature…"

A/N

Pix: How was that? It's my first Zootopia fanfic, and since hybrids weren't covered in the movie and I'm obsessed with the tiger dancers, who are basically strippers, and a liger is my favorite animal, she became my OC! When the other two pals of mine, Italy and Scout, running the fanfic with me get involved, they'll start talking in A/Ns. Bye for now, and DON'T FORGET TO R&R IF YOU LIKED IT OR ANY ADVICE YOU HAVE.