Commission story 7: Always My Sly Bunny (Alternate Ending)
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An: so, I finally got read through 'Always my Sly Bunny, Always my Dumb Fox' by Cimar, and a joke suggestion of mine snowballed into a ridiculously dumb idea. But it was also a funny one, and could be construed to be Halloween related, so here we go.
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Zootopia High Security Penitentiary: Cell Block C. 31st of October.
(During a thunderstorm).
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That damn bunny and fox. That was all ex-CEO Steven Furzer could think about. How… How had they survived?
The plan had been simple, so effortless that it should have gone off without a hitch. But it wasn't to be, thanks to the incompetent bunglers in his own damn company.
He couldn't even fire them from here.
It had been a long and bitter struggle since that day, healing in the hospital while being wheeled out to his trial. Somehow that bunny had survived, and she'd looked on as he'd been put away, all for trying to clean up the filth…
Now that he could walk again, he paced about, trying to find solace as he imagined himself muzzling both of them.
Crack…..
A thunderclap roared out, shocking him even through the thick concrete walls. He grumbled and settled down, only for the rattling of his lock to draw his attention. Looking up, he saw it open, only for a flash of black to take him.
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"oooh ooooh ooooh…. Try everything…"
Great, he was waking up to that song. Standing up, shaking the tiredness from him, he found himself at the end of a dead-end corridor. Light and noise was coming from the end and, with nothing better to do, he walked towards it.
Turning a corner, his eyes widened.
Mammals partying. There was no denying it, they were having a good time, partying to that singer. He walked forwards, the music dying down, and he had to doubletake what he saw in front of him.
Lying on a coach was that bunny and, at her feet and the end of her literal chain, wearing a flashy bikini costume more appropriate for a space princess, sat the fox.
Their eyes met for a second, before he scowled. "What's going on?"
She scowled back and spoke. "Bun bunna bun bunn bunn."
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The fat cheetah to her right cleared his throat and spoke. "Her greatness, Judy the Hopps, would like to invite you to your getting."
"My what?"
There was a chuckle from the fox. "Given your interest in foxes, I'd of thought you'd have gotten this one."
"Well I don't!"
"Bunna bunna bun bun bunnn…"
"She states that, for the pain you caused her, her mate and the ones she loves, you will be subjected to a cruel prank imbued with popular culture references."
"Pop culture?" Steven asked.
There was a rustling from near the bunny as a fennec fox appeared. "You could say it's outta dis world! Hahaha!"
Everyone laughed, Judy giving the little fox a look before turning forwards again, down at her big fox. "Bunna bun bun bun…"
"She admitted that having him play that role was actually a good idea."
"What role?" Steven exclaimed. "What's going on. And why is muzzle mouth dressed like that!"
Nick shrugged and smiled. "Because I look fabulous in this cosplay, Steve."
"Bunna bun bun bun…"
"She says that this is not for your benefit. It is her revenge, and for her enjoyment. As is this."
"As is whaaaaaa…" Steve screamed, as the floor beneath him gave out. He fell, sliding down before landing in a sand pit. Looking up, he saw the others staring down, the fox calling out.
"Give him hell Jess!"
"You bet I will!" A voice screamed, before a deep rumbling began.
"Huh?" He asked, looking over to see a big door opening, revealing.
"Arggghhhh! What is that! What isthat! It's coming towards me, make it stop! Make it stop! What is it!"
"This!" The new female voice spoke, from within the looming furry monster. "Is a member of the Hopps family called Bigpaw. And he's not a happy bunny!"
Steve cowered back and screamed, looking up and begging to be let out.
Nick and Judy just look down and smiled.
"Bun is a bun bun-bun bun…" she said.
"One, that's from Star Trek," Nick pointed out, before looking down as Steve yelped in fear. "And two, yes, yes it is…"
"Bwaaaaaaa… Get it away from her me…"
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An: I joked that they could release bigpaw on the bad guys. That method of release became Rancor inspired not long after. Hope you enjoy…
(Sidenote. There isn't a pic of Nick as Slave Leia… Fandom, wth?)
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"That was cruel!"
Judy looked down at the got, but not got enough, Steve and shook her head.
"Bunna bun bun bun bun…."
"Her highness exalted, the great Judy the Hopps, has decreed that you are to now be placed in anger management therapy."
"Good. I need therapy after that."
"Bunna bun bunna bun bun bun!"
"You will therefore be taken back to your prison, and enrolled in daily classes inside your small cell with a volunteer therapist, of common acquaintance to us all.."
"Doesn't sound so bad."
"In close proximity to Yax, you will learn a new definition of itchiness, as you come in contact with his thousands of fleas."
"On second thoughts, can I pass?"
