Author's Note: Well, damn. I got it out within a day. Woke up this morning and realized "Hey! I've already got the Prologue done. I'll go ahead and post it." Don't expect regular updates though. It will be sporadic.
Summary: Nick Wilde is special. He's an Eternal. Having lived for longer than he can remember, he's grown bored with it all. That is, until he comes across her. Now the tod has a desire: Make her his. However, outside forces have other plans. It's time to play a most intriguing game.
Prologue: Descending into Darkness
There was something about him, the red fox tod across the bar, gazing at her with those emerald eyes, that she could place. The way he looked at her was downright predatory. It was exhilarating, made her feel alive. His eyes never left her, no matter where she moved throughout the room. A moment of though had her wondering if he'd ever approach. The jackrabbit she had come with was nowhere to be seen, leaving only that tod who watched her every movement. Her heart sank when an arctic vixen claimed the seat right next to him, nibbling on his ear. Yet, still his eyes followed each and every single move she made.
He had seen the doe the exact moment she walked into the room on that jackrabbit's arm. His own date, the arctic vixen currently whispering words that used to entice him into dragging her away somewhere secluded to fuck her senseless held no sway over him anymore. The tod knew that the doe knew he was watching her intently. The vixen was pleading for him to just take her, here, now, in front of everybody. That wasn't what he wanted though. What he wanted, desired, was that beautiful gray-furred, black-tipped eared, violet eyed bunny doe watching him watch her.
"Why don't you go find another male to fuck you?" the tod finally told his date, setting his glass down as he stood. "After all, you'll open your legs for anyone. Doesn't matter who they are. All you want is to be fucked like a bitch in heat." Walking away from the shocked vixen, the tod strode over to the doe with purpose. Unfortunately, the jackrabbit buck returned forcing him to divert course to speak with another clubgoer. Yet, he kept his gaze trained on the doe, awaiting the moment he could spirit her away somewhere private.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" the jackrabbit asked his date. "It's strange. I can't seem to find the owner. I wanted you to meet him. He's a rather odd fellow, but also one of the most ingenious mammals I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."
"I'm having a marvelous time, Jack." the doe expressed with sincerity. Indeed, she felt electrified knowing that the tod was essentially stalking her as if she were his prey. "Why don't you tell me a little about him. What's he like? What's his profession? How did the two of you meet?"
"Oh, it's a bizarre story, I assure you." Jack replied, taking a sip of his drink. "Well, his name is Nicholas Piberius Wilde. He's a red fox tod with the most gorgeous emerald green eyes. A master of misdirection, deception, and trickery. He calls himself a confidence artist. I call him a magician or illusionist. I don't exactly know what he does for a living to tell you the truth. We met, rather interestingly, right here in this establishment. I came here to scout out this location for our date and ran into him. Like, literally ran into him. Knocked his drink over and spilled it onto him. I was scared he'd maul me, but instead, he simply requested I reimburse him for the cleaning bill. We ended up talking the whole night. I didn't leave until early morning. Was late for work as a result."
The doe listened to Jack as he continued to ramble on and on about the tod she now realized was the same one watching her. Finding herself wanting to play the game as well, she told Jack to go get her another drink. Once he disappeared into the crowd, the doe maneuvered her way towards a different table, one situated in a corner of the place. The tod practically materialized right next to her out of nowhere, and a passionate make out session ensued.
Nick growled furtively into their kiss, smelling the scent of her arousal. He was forced to reluctantly break away at hearing someone clear their throat nearby. Turning to look at whomever was moronic enough to interrupt, Nick found himself glaring at the arctic vixen he had dismissed earlier. "What?"
"So, you dump me like a piece of trash for this…this…whore?" the arctic vixen hisses. Leaning close, she asks, "You know, if you come with me, I'll let you shove that massive cock of yours up my tailhole. I've never had anything up my ass. Can you imagine how tight I'll feel around you?"
"Leave. Now." Nick commanded. He didn't have time for this shit. When she still refused to depart, Nick snapped his fingers, summoning one of his guards, this one being a polar bear, to deal with her. "Use her however you like." He told the ursine before refocusing his attention on the bunny doe beside him. "Sorry about that. We should be left alone now." Theatrically slapping his forehead, he added, "Oh, how utterly ungentlemammally of me. I've completely forgotten to introduce myself. I'm Nicholas Piberius Wilde, the owner of this fine establishment, and much more."
"Judith Laverne Hopps." the doe replied. "You can simply call me Judy though. I must admit, I never imagined having such an encounter." In truth, doing something such as what they had just done wasn't like her at all. It was the complete opposite of how she normally behaved.
"Judy." Nick repeated as if testing the name on his tongue. Smiling, he stated, "I like it. A beautiful name for an equally gorgeous bunny doe." Seeing the blush that tinted her cheeks and ears, Nick wanted to shower Judy with more compliments to see just how rouge he could make them. He really did believe she looked lovely, like a majestic masterpiece brought to life.
"Th-thank you." Judy whispered, shyly. She had never really received many compliments. It was always her sisters who got such things from their beaus, never her. However, there was something that she felt needed to be addressed. "What'll happen to her?"
Frowning, Nick replied, "Don't worry about that. Nothing bad will happen to her. In fact, I'd say she'll enjoy it immensely."
Just as she was about to speak again, Judy's ears perked and swiveled in the direction of Jack's voice calling out in search of her. "Jack is looking for me." she stated. "I'd better go."
"You aren't leaving until I get your word I'll see you again." Nick told her firmly. "Promise me, Cottontail. Give me your word we'll see each other again."
"I promise we'll meet again someday." Judy whispered as she went to rejoin Jack. Pausing only long enough to place a kiss on Nick's cheek, Judy vowed to herself they would cross paths again. Once she and Jack were together, the jackrabbit proceeded to apologize, saying work called and he had to cut the date short.
Nick watched as Judy left in Jack's company. No longer having any reason to stay, he decided it was time to go home. Walking to one of the club's back rooms, Nick entered the elevator and typed in the code for his penthouse. Upon arriving, Nick looked at the skulk of vixens and tods within his apartment. "Get out." he ordered. After the last had departed, Nick poured himself a drink of absinth then walked out onto the balcony. The tod looked out and across the city of Zootopia, a place he had helped create well over a century ago. Drumming the claws of the paw not holding his glass, Nick again recalled the events of his existence.
Eternal life was something that many desired. So many mammals had tried and failed to acquire it. For Nick, it was something he had possessed since birth. He had witnessed the repetitive cycle of empires rising and falling for eons. In all that time, nothing had ever intrigued him like young Judith. There was something special about the doe that made him desire her, and Nick who had never desired anything.
Setting his glass on the balustrade of his balcony, Nick looked skyward. "Are you challenging me to a game?" he inquired. His question was met with silence, which wasn't surprising. Extracting a cigarette from his pocket, Nick went to light it, but stopped. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the cigarette. Crumpling it up and tossing it in the trash, Nick picked up his glass before heading inside. Washing the glass, Nick returned it to cabinet. Making his way to a keypad attacked to a sealed pocket-door, the tod inputted a code, opening it.
This room was his 'playroom', his sex dungeon, where he often toyed with his various willing partners. Now though, it filled him with disgust since the only female on his mind was Judy. Just the mental image of doing to her what he'd normally do to his other lovers made him want to vomit. Yes, there was truly something special about the doe. Resealing the room, Nick walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor, where his studio was located. Sitting at his drafting table, the tod pulled out some draft paper and a pencil before he began to draw a sketch of the doe. At the same time, he dialed a number and set his phone on Speaker Mode. When the call connected, Nick wasted no time. "Hey, it's me. I'm calling to collect one of those favors you owe me."
Meanwhile, across the city, Judy Hopps said goodnight to Jack as the jackrabbit dropped her off while he was still apologizing. After he left, Judy ascended the flight of stairs towards the apartment she shared with Kris, her roommate and the daughter of her current employer. The young female otter had graciously offered to let Judy live with her for a bit, until the doe was due to report for training at the Zootopia Police Academy. Knocking in the pattern they had set up, Judy waited for the door to open.
"Hey! Welcome back! How was the date?" Kris was a rather young and pretty female otter. Her father, Emmitt Otterton, owned a chain of flower shops throughout Zootopia. In fact, he was the number one mammal others went to for anything dealing with any type of flora. "Did you have a nice time?"
Blushing a little, Judy nodded, not sure how to tell her friend the truth, nor trusting her voice at that moment. Quickly freeing herself from the confines of the menace known as a dress, Judy collapsed onto the couch while Kris brought her a pair of panties and a sleepshirt.
"Details, girl. Give me details." Kris demanded after Judy had gotten dressed. "What was it like? Where did he take you? How was it? Come on. Come on." The otter was bouncing where she sat on the other end of the couch enthusiastically.
"It…It was okay, I guess." Judy admitted. "He had reservations for us at this club-slash-restaurant called 'Wilde Gourmet'. We didn't really eat anything. He was busy trying to find the owner to introduce me. Unfortunately, he got a call from work requesting his presence." Judy didn't reveal to Kris how she and the owner, Nicholas Piberius Wilde, had had a ravishing, if short, make-out session in a corner booth. Just remembering it had Judy's arousal flare up a bit.
"Aw, poo. That sucks. You were really excited too." Kris complained. "Did you two at least set up another date? Preferably for a night you're both guaranteed to be off duty?"
"Yeah. We've got something scheduled for next Friday. He wants to take me dancing. I don't know why I even agreed to that. I'm a horrible dancer. The best I can do is the 'Cabbage Patch'." Judy answered miserably.
After a few seconds of silence, Kris asked, "Wait a minute? Did you say Jack had reservations for Wilde Gourmet? Holy shit, Judes! That place is, like, wickedly notorious for how selective it is about who they let inside. You don't just make a reservation."
Blinking in surprise, Judy shifted to look at her friend. "Really?" she inquired. Thinking about it now, Judy had noticed the quality of food surpassed most other five-star restaurants she'd eaten at previously. The aromas which emanated from the kitchen had smelled unlike anything she'd ever experienced until tonight.
"Judy, Wilde Gourmet caters to both prey and predators. The quality of each ingredient is world-class. The chefs are all graduates of world renowned culinary institutes. I've only ever eaten there one time, and that was when my dad was invited to decorate the place for Zootopia's Centennial Ball." Kris explained in amazement. "I can't believe Jack got a reservation. He's really trying to impress you."
"Wow." Judy murmured, staring at the ceiling. While she had heard every word her friend spoke, Judy's mind was elsewhere. Recalling that thrilling sensation she felt when that devilishly roguish red fox tod stalked her with his eyes, Judy shivered. There was something about the tod that attracted her, something dark and dangerous.
Judy had always strived to be 'that' type of girl, the ingénue. However, it wasn't what she wanted at all. After getting clawed at age nine by Gideon Gray back in elementary school, Judy's parents had done everything within their power to try and smother her dreams of being an officer in the Zootopia Police Department. They had even gone so far as to send her to a sanitarium until she turned 18. Afterwards, Judy had packed up and moved out to Zootopia. Applying for the Zootopia Police Academy was the first thing she did after locating lodgings. Although the ZPA had accepted her application, they had informed her she had to wait until the next rotation to report for training.
Not wanting to sit idle until then, Judy had gotten a part-time, temporary job at Mr. Otterton's flower shop. It was there she had met Jack Savage. The hare had entered the flower shop intending to purchase a bouquet of flowers for his mother's birthday. The two had struck a conversation about little things while selecting which flowers would makeup the bouquet. She hadn't thought he'd return the next day, but he had, as well as the next day, and the next day, and the next day. Finally, Jack admitted he was trying to ask her out on a date, which had surprised the doe greatly.
However, they never managed to enjoy a single date. His job always, without fail, forced him to end it prematurely. Judy didn't mind. She had learned early into their strange relationship the truth about his job. Jack Savage worked as a private security consultant for various bigwigs throughout the city's upper echelons. While one could call him a bodyguard, Jack hated the term, preferring Private Security Consultant. So, of course, he had to leave whenever one of his clients called.
Again, Judy's mind wandered to her encounter with Mr. Nicholas Wilde. Wondering if Kris knew anything about the tod, Judy asked, "What about the owner of the restaurant? Do you know anything about him?"
"You mean, Mr. Nicholas Piberius Wilde?" Kris queried. "Not a lot, to be honest. He's something of an enigma. He owns multiple establishments throughout the city, and not all of them are restaurants either. I mean, I know he's a red fox tod, had a few scandals, seen him during major events, and supposedly never taken a mate. Other than that, I don't know anything besides rumors."
"What?" Judy asked, perplexed. "What was that last one? He's never taken a mate? What do you mean by that?"
"Well, red foxes mate for life, only ever taking a single lifemate." Kris explained. "Nowadays though, you'll see a few species of canids who originally mated for life have multiple partners. However, there are still some who remain true to their ancient roots. It's rumored Mr. Wilde is one such mammal."
A sensation she couldn't identify blossomed within Judy at hearing that bit of information. Remembering her promise to meet him again, Judy wondered if, just maybe, she'd be lucky enough to one day be Mr. Wilde's mate. Feeling her body warm, Judy said, "I've got a lot to do tomorrow, so I'm going to bed. Goodnight Kris."
Closing the door to her bedroom, Judy laid sprawled out on her bed. Letting her eyes slowly shut, she began to fantasize about him, about what they'd do together were he with her right now in her bed. She was so tired of playing the pure, innocent female her parents had demanded of her. Others had always called her an angel, but she desperately wanted to fall. After all, even the Devil himself had at one time been an angel. As sleep claimed her, Judy dreamed of a red fox tod with flamelike fur and glowing emerald eyes.
Post-Chapter Note: No idea when the next update will happen. I've got the next chapter in the works, but something's missing from it.
Also, the story is rated M for list of reasons. These include: Drugs, rape, murder, torture, excessive violence, and a whole slew of others.
Why did I put this at the end of the prologue? I just felt like it.