Initial Notes:

Hi everyone and welcome to my fanfic! This time I share you a short story about a cool film I watched a couple of months ago: Zootopia 3, I mean, Rock Dog. Yes, probably most people have no idea or remember it at all, I know it wasn't the best movie, but it had something I did not know but I liked, so, I decided I have to at least wrote a little story.

What happened here is what I imagine happens after the film and focuses on a character who has a little time on screen: the fox bassist of the band, Darma. This story is mainly a comedy and a pinch of romance; and T-rating, so is recommended for teens and big children because of a couple of dirty jokes and moody tone.

Like my other Zootopia fanfic, Dumb Fox, this is my own translation of the Spanish version of my fanfic "Declaración" So, I'm sorry for my poor English or grammatical issues. I'll try to translate the best possible this story.

Credits: Fanfic cover is a fanart made by elranno.

Nothing more to say, I leave you with the first chapter of this Rock Dog short-fic: Declaration. Enjoy it!

Chapter 1: Bodi Casanova

It has been over three months and I still can't believe it. Everything has been Glorious! I'd never have imagined my life would have changed so fast in such a short time. From spent several years playing the bass guitar with my friend Germur and idiot Trey at Rock 'n' Roll Park as amateur musicians waiting to achieve fame, until everyone (except Trey) become into a new band under the tutelage of the Rock Legend: Angus Scattergood.

Practically overnight, we turned into a rock band; in fact, a part of me feels like cheating and a bit unfair, but I cannot complain about the result of slowly making reality my dream of playing in a great band and transmit our music to more animals. And none of this would have been possible without the help of Bodi, definitely, that dog changed my world.

It's funny how things changed so fast since Bodi came into my life. The first time I met him in those strange Tibetan robes and his stupid hat, I thought he was some sort of Shaolin monk or a loony one (nothing further from the truth) who saw me that time with pleading eyes, not asking for money, food or inviting me to a mysterious sect, but for join to our band in order to fulfill his dream of being a rocker in the same way Mr. Scattergood became famous. The poor dog said nonsenses and told me hard to believe stories, although he believed blindly and firmly in that crazy fantasy. I admit that I underestimated him at first, but the enthusiasm and passion with which he spoke of it were very contagious, made me admire him and even feel empathy toward him; Although he looked like a naive fool, he remembered me to my former self.

At the end, Bodi's perseverance, determination, and natural talent allowed him to get closer to his dreams, and me to my own ones. Unconsciously, that fool but noble mastiff renewed my desire and motivation to play music and now, together with Germur and Angus, we started a new life to do what we most passionate about.

With great blissfulness, I woke up and dressed quickly, I put on a thick gray hoodie that contrasted with my orange fur but combined very well with the white tufts of my face; since I was a small chest vixen I didn't care to wear baggy clothes (it wasn't as if I cared to get the attention of any male anyway) or little feminine, although I didn't want to be confused by a boy again, so I also wore a checkered green miniskirt over dark grey tights attempted to cover my thin legs; as I said, I didn't want to call more attention than necessary but making it clear I was a female; Finally, a pair of black boots gave me a bassist look and a little height.

After I finished grooming my huge and fluffy vulpine tail for the third time, I looked at the mirror and brushed with my claws a pair of rebellious strands between my pointy jet-black ears; Then I smiled to my own, I'm not vain at all, but I think that despite not paying much attention to my appearance like other vixens of my age, I considered myself a pretty girl, nor ugly nor gorgeous, just pretty, and that was enough to me. I took my bass guitar case, hung it on my back and then went out from my home to the rehearsals.

After passing the exaggerated security system of the mansion and the huge and unnecessary labyrinth of hedges, I reached Angus Scattergood's home, despite to know and treating him for some weeks, I still couldn't treat him as an equal or as another band member, at this moment he has been my favorite rock star, my boss and also my teacher.

I came over from the main door hosted by Ozzie, the small butler robot, who pointed to the kitchen, giving me the sense that the others should be there. Because it was half day, I assumed Angus hasn't woken up yet, only Buddha knows what celebrities do all night long, surely a rampant evening full of music, drink, and girls, like any famous rocker, although I have never seen Mr. Scattergood near other animals besides us or their sponsors, so I couldn't be sure; it seems he's a more solitary mammal than he pretended to be.

I walked up and down the huge, high hallways of his living room, which was probably larger than my parents' house, and I looked even more impressed at the white walls of his mansion, adorned with expensive paintings and ostentatious things for rich animals; I was surprised that Mr. Scattergood blindly rely on Bodi and us, especially with me, since my species didn't have a good reputation for respecting the property of others, perhaps Angus is an open-minded feline that judges no one by appearance, race or belief... or he's simply so awfully rich and famous that he doesn't care. Probably both.

After passing a very long vermillion sofa, I finally got to the end of the room and entered an equally huge kitchen, I was about to yell and ask if there was somebody there, when the voices of my two friends reached my ears.

"So Germur, my friend... Could you make me that big favor?"

"Sure thing Bodi, whatever you want, bro."

In the distance, the Tibetan dog and the goat chatted amiably in one of the chrome tables of the spacious room. I walked with no hurry toward them until I heard their conversation clearly.

"Don't tell Darma anything we've just discussed, okay?" Bodi told him with an odd and concerned tone.

I stopped suddenly. Why did Bodi ask him something about me to Germur?

"Telling her what?"

"That's the attitude, thank you, my friend."

"No, seriously bro. What shouldn't I tell Darma?"

I slapped to myself. Germy maybe was an absent-minded animal, but he was a good secret keeper because he would hardly tell anyone, or remember what they told him. Even so, I hid by the side of the refrigerator, it was more than obvious Bodi wanted to hide something from me.

"Come on, Germur. I told you about 5 minutes ago, about Darma's declaration, I wanna surprise her." Bodi said excited but with a muted voice.

I gaped. What the hell? Did Bodi... just want to declare his feelings to me? We didn't even know that much each other and even if I think he's a good boy, I considered him just a good friend, or even the little brother I never had or wanted to have; but, Did Bodi really think that of me? I chuckled a little, I didn't know whether I laughed for mock or for nerves; I mean, well, on the one paw, I felt flattered, it feels good to know you like someone, but on the other paw... no, I didn't know what to feel, I never have though about Bodi that way. I liked it and terrified me at the same time.

"Oh! Now I remember, you mean that. Of course, bro, anything for you."

"Thank you."

"And when are you going to tell her?"

Well, to be an absentminded guy, the goat was as interested as I was.

"I dunno, I wish it was as soon as possible…"

Woah, take it easy Bodi Casanova! I'd wish you weren't talking about me. For my sake... and yours.

"… but…"

Oh no, there goes the but!

"... but I'm not sure how to tell her."

"What are you talking about? You talk to her all the time and get along pretty well."

"I know but... I'm not very sure, I've never asked that to a girl…"

There I realized Bodi didn't want to rush things, he was just a little nervous. Awww, how cute! His first time.

"Well, not with city girls, females in my village were far different, and I never had any problems or difficulties to asking them that."

And there I realized only Bodi could become into a Trey-level idiot from 0 to 100 in less than a minute. What's wrong with him? For a moment, I thought I was her first crush, and the next one, I found out I was just one more of the hundreds of girls with whom Bodi came out, I mean, with whom he planned to go out. Am I next to nothing to you, Bodi? And why on earth did I bother so much? It wasn't like I was jealous, or I cared about his life.

"Bodi... You dog!" The goat elbowed the mastiff's shoulder with a huge stupid smile. Males. "How many girlfriends did you have in your village?"

"What? No, no way! And I didn't mean that! They were just friends, I never... I haven't even kissed a girl or any of those things. I just saying it is easy to talk to sheep of my village, we share the same beliefs and traditions, but, I know almost nothing about the city females, there are things that I still don't know or understand, and I dunno if I should ask Darma that in the little time we know each other. She's different, she doesn't look like any other girl I ever met."

Oh well, I've gotten rid of my anger quickly, I was a little annoyed for what he said before, but I must admit that hearing those beautiful words from the mastiff's snout, would make any girl feel flattered.

"You said it. She's a bit violent and sort of tomboy…"

Mental Note: Break Germur's drums into his airhead next time I see him.

"What are you going to do, bro?"

"Well, I dunno. I was hoping to ask someone for advice, but I don't know who."

"Hey, why won't you ask the guy who sells noodles?"

"Good idea! It doesn't sound bad."

"Really?"

Bah, I got bored listening to Germur and his great ideas. I thought about Bodi a bit. His comments made me very thoughtful, I think he's a good boy, I like him and physically, he isn't that bad; well, he has a certain childish and not so masculine air, he may not be my type, but he seems like a good catch for any other girl.

Even so, we didn't know each other very well, and, truth be told, I'm not looking for a relationship right now, let alone with a band's member. I was more than sure I going to have to turn down his offer, though I couldn't help thinking how good or bad it would be to him.

But, after so many entanglements, I wanted to clear my mind and knew the quickest way to remove that subject from my head.

"Hi guys!" I saluted them jovially, leaving my makeshift hiding place and not caring if they kept discussing anything about me.

"D-D-D-D-Darma!" Bodi stammered.

"Hello there Darma, what's up?" Germur responded me calm and carefree.

"Hi Bodi, hello Germur, what are you doing?"

"We're talking about who to ask about yo- Humph!" The mastiff's paw covered the goat's mouth, prevented him from keep talking.

"Yeah?" I asked, pretending not knowing what they were talking about.

"Errr ... nothing, just about ... errr... ah... Boy stuff! Yeah! Right that. Boy stuff!"

Bodi was so nervous, and definitely, he isn't good at lying, though it wasn't as if I'd believed him in the first place.

"Really?" I asked him with sarcasm. "Surely you both chatted about perverted and dirty things, aren't you?"

"Yes… of course, that was it!" said the mastiff without thinking. "We talked about it, typical boy stuff... wait, wait, I mean, no, not about it, nothing like that!" Bodi said, startled when he catched what I was implying.

"Ha, ha, ha." I laughed genuinely. "Oh heavens Bodi, you're so innocent. Of course, whatever you say."

The green hat dog was clearly ashamed, I decided it was better don't keep teasing him up and I gave up.

"Anyway, since both of you are here, have you seen Angus?"

"Ah!" Germur bellowed as he got rid of Bodi's paw and took a breath. "No, we haven't seen him the whole day."

"We've been waiting for him since an hour. Looks like Mr. Scattergood hasn't wake up yet." Bodi replied more relaxed.

Almost immediately, an extremely thin white Persian cat entered the kitchen, wearing blue pajamas, slippers, and his trademark shades; Apparently, he didn't take them off even for sleeping.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh… meeeeoooooowwwww… ahh..." yawned bizarrely, as the Rock legend and the feline he was "Good morning guys, ahhh…" he yawned again "So, why did all of you coming so early?"

"Good afternoon Mr. Scattergood." Bodi greeted him energetically with a huge smile.

"What's up, Don Scattergood?" Germy saluted him with a classic 'devil horn' gesture with a paw.

"More like good evening." I said sarcastically.

The cat turned to look at me a little annoyed. I shrugged and looked down. I usually like that with the others, but I thought I went a little too far with my boss and now teacher. I looked away and waited for some kind of scolding or repression.

"Jeez," the puss laughed in a strange British accent, "Darma darling, you finally talked to me more confident! I hope it will always be from now on."

I opened my eyes in surprise, then laughed quietly, apparently not the big deal. Germur gave me a small tap on the shoulder, so I took it to him back three times stronger while I kept smiling.

"Ouch!"

"Thanks Angus, I''ll try, hehe."

"I hope so Darma darling. But hey, don't overdo it, it's not that late. What time is it?"

"It's 2 pm, Mr. Scattergood." answered the dog obediently.

"Already 2 pm!? Blimey! I fell asleep again, we should have rehearsed hours ago! Well, well, get your stuff together and go to the studio."

Everyone was about to leave when a roar was heard in the kitchen.

"Errr... well." said Angus, touching his stomach "How about we have the breakfast, errr, I mean, lunch first?"

"Yes!" Germur and Bodi celebrated in unison.

I just stared at the ceiling slightly exasperated. Males. They are always hungry.

"Perfect, I think there's still some salmon left." Ozzie, come here!

It was late, so I was not going to turn down some food. Also, I love salmon.

Author's notes:

Well. What did you think of this chapter? I hope you liked it. And I'll sincerely thank you for leaving me a review or comment, I will be more than happy to read and answer any opinion or even any insult you leave me.

I know there aren't many Rock Dog fans, but I hope the few ones who read it love this one. If any reader of my Zootopia fic "Dumb Fox" is around, I'll tell you don't to worry, I haven't left the fandom yet, I'm still trying to translate it (Chapter 7 is up!), but I was being lazy and unmotivated the whole time. I'll try to update more often too that story, maybe a bit slower but try to regain the beat.

Returning to this fic, I clarify that this will be a short story of 4 chapters, originally going to be a one-shot, but I wrote so much that I decided to do it better in this format, I'll try to update this one as soon as possible.

Nothing more to say, thank you all for coming here. See you next time with the second chapter of Declaration: Angus' Dirty Secret. Regards!