Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Zootopia or any of the affiliated characters (except for a handful of OCs I created for this story), they belong to Disney. This story is Hopps and Wilde in a gritty, shoot-em-up style cop movie (much like Lethal Weapon), and there will be some bunny and fox romance in the story. Rated M for violence, language and sexual situations.
Lethal Paw
Chapter Ten: Club Savage
Rain Forest District
Vroom! Vroom! (For a better experience, listen to Motley Crue's Girls, Girls ,Girls) Officer Mike Wolford pulled up in front of the club on a banged up Howley Davidson, which he requisitioned from the evidence garage. Wolford wore a black leather jacket with thick jeans, the typical biker outfit, as a police uniform would easily set off Spotzen's goons. Wolford stood by the parked motorcycle and looked at his watch. Damn, thought Wolford, they should already be he…. Wolford held that thought as he saw Nick, in his normal Pawaiian shirt getup, and Judy, wearing a light pink blouse and a white miniskirt, waving at him through the front door of the club. "He Mike," shouted Nick, "come on in, the water's fine." Mike rolled his eyes and made his way in.
Club Savage had a reputation for being the place to spot predator gals in their natural beauty. Under the flashing, multicolor lights, the three officers saw plenty of big cat females, in the skimpiest outfits imaginable (or wearing nothing at all) dancing on poles or in massive, gaudy cages. "How do you know about this place," asked Judy. "I'm a guy," said Wolford, "and I like getting hard. Plus, me, Delgato, Spotman and Grizzoli came here once for Scott's birthday." "It's a damn shame we'd have to shut this place down," said Nick as he was gawking at a pole dancing lioness, "this is the best place to be a male predator."
Stomp!
"Oooowwww," whimpered Nick, "I mean, it was if I wasn't already seeing someone. Albeit, a lot of someone." "Oh yeah," said Wolford, "I forgot. You two did the dirty last night." "And the night before," cracked Nick, "and boy does Judy know which buttons to push." "I'll take that as a compliment," commented Judy, "as at least I know you won't run off with one of these bimbos." "Relax, Carrots," said Nick reassuringly, "I learned a long time ago to never date someone that exposes her privates for a living. Females that treat themselves as disposable are completely worthless." He actually meant that, thought Judy, didn't he?
Nick walked up to the bar, where an otter in a black vest and red bow tie stood bartending. "Hey mate," said Nick, "I know this place has some great ass." "And that's supposed to be news to me," said the bartender sarcastically. "Listen, dickhead," said Nick, now annoyed, "I've heard we can find some, how do you say," he hesitated before making air quotes, "tropical snow?" "Ask the cougar by the back door," said the bartender, as he pointed to a door in the back of the club, "or the scar faced leopard that owns this joint." "Thanks dickhead," said Nick as he handed the otter a fifty dollar bill. It'll be enough to bail out a pasty like you, thought Nick as he approached the door that said "Club Employees Only." Judy saw Nick walk towards the door and ran after him.
Elsewhere in the club, Wolford was chatting with one of the girls, a white tiger he happened to know by name. "How's life in the sausage industry treating you, Stella," he asked the Tiger. "Can't complain," said Stella, "I bring home a few hundred in tips, that these low t scumbags stuff into my thong." "Great to hear," said Wolford, "you know, Stella, you're beautiful and all, but you're never gonna meet anyone one good by showing off your stuff to these losers." "Who says I haven't," said Stella as she flirtingly patted the top of Wolford's head. I love you too Stella, thought Wolford.
"Hey listen," said Wolford, now in a very serious tone, quieting down so nobody else would hear what he was about to say, "we've tracked a drug ring to this place, bad dudes, they almost killed Scott and they put a detective in the morgue." "That's horrible," said Stella, who was now very concerned, "but what should I do to help, Mike?" "Where could I stash drugs in a place like this," asked Wolford. "The Colonel has a very large storage space in the back area," answered Stella, "but I'd never go in there. None of us showgirls are allowed back there." "He's not a colonel anymore, but thanks a lot babe," said Wolford, "and if you need any help getting a new job, you still have my number." "And your address," said Stella as she waved off Wolford, "see you later Mike."
Nick and Judy walked into the back area, a big open space just past the locker rooms, surrounded by offices and shipping containers, as well as a couple of parked vehicles. They were greeted by a bobcat and a coyote, each wearing a black suit, no tie, and carrying MP5K submachine guns. "Think they're legit," asked the bobcat. "If it weren't a dumb bunny and cheating fox," responed the coyote, "I'd say these two motherfuckers are cops." "Well good thing we don't have anything to prove to you two stormtroopers," said Nick, "now where's the goddamn blow?" "In the van," said the bobcat, as he gestured for the coyote to open up the back door, which he did after he let down his gun via the shoulder strap. Nick and Judy looked inside, and saw a mountain of cocaine. The white stuff was wrapped up in clear plastic, to avoid losing any of the expensive shit, and stacked up like a half assed pyramid. It was everything they were looking for.
(Listen to Let's Go Crazy by Prince for this next scene)
"Hey," shouted a familiar voice from behind, "those two bastards are cops. Jack, Robert, smoke 'em!" Krueger, thought Nick and Judy as they drew out their pistols and dove for cover, just narrowly missing the hail of gunfire coming from automatic weapons. Then they both turned around, seeing how both Krueger and the coyote ran off, they capped off the bobcat. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!
Wolford was caught. He tried to fool a Lynx and Jackal, both of which had MP5K's hidden in their jackets, into letting him go. Neither one of the dark suited hench-mammals were in a listening mood. So he took a swing at the Lynx, temporarily stunning him for enough time to make a move. He drew his pistol, slammed down the Lynx's head, and blew out his brains. After which, he stole the now-dead enemy's machine pistol, and cut down the Jackal with a quick burst before the Jackal was able to react. Everyone, save for a few dark suited predators with submachine guns and shotguns, dove down to the floor.
Then, the backdoor swung open, revealing a familiar fox and bunny duo, carrying small mammal sized machine guns. "It's about fucking time," said Wolford, as the 66th converged on all three officers. "Sorry about the trouble," apologized Judy, "it's just that we didn't count on running into Dylan Krueger in the back." "And I made my first kill," said Nick, "not that anyone would care." "Can we brag about this later," said Wolford, "now is not a good time!" "Why don't you all shut up," piped in Krueger, who was carrying an M-16 with a drum mag and M203 grenade launcher, as well as an ACOG scope, "and your deaths will be quick and painless." "Can it, asshole," said Nick as he, Judy and Wolford lashed out with their automatic weapons, laying waste to all of Krueger's backup.
Thakathakathakathakathakathakathakathakathakathakathak!
As a horde of terrified civilians fled the scene, Krueger attempted to make a getaway, only turning around to fire a quick burst in the general direction of his pursuers. Krueger tore out onto the streets, attempting to carjack a civilian to get away, only to get a massive bunny kick to the back of the head. Those two must be tougher than I thought, thought Krueger to himself as he turned around, to see a fox and bunny prepared to fight him in the street.
"So that's how you cop bastards want to play it," said Krueger as he removed his jacket and shirt, "let's see who wins the belt." Nick grabbed onto Krueger's leg as he attempted to kick him into a wall, climbed up the leg, biting into it, intending to rip a chunk of flesh off the killer cat. Judy backed up, and launched herself from the pavement to Krueger's chest, knocking the wind out of him. Then, as Krueger layed down, Nick clawed at his muzzle while Judy cuffed him, only to both be thrown off as the suspect shot up from the pavement.
Zzzzzzzaaappp!
Krueger screeched and squealed as he felt taser prongs strike him in the back. It was Mike Wolford, who was in no mood to let the mammal who played a key role in the maiming of his partner and the death of Mack to dare harm his remaining friends. "You're down Krueger," said Wolford angrily. "You'll stay there if you know what's good for you," commented Nick. "Alright, you fuckwits," said Krueger, "ya got me. You can't touch Spotzen, so ya got me. Bunny doll," he directed his attention to Judy, "read me my rights." Judy smacked Krueger so hard it knocked him unconscious.
"Glad I never called you that when we first met," said Nick jokingly to Judy. "Let's just call backup to pick up this trash," said Judy, "Slick." "I love you too, Carrots," said Nick, reeling in for a kiss.
Author's Note: So there you have it, several chapters of action, tragedy and sexual tension. The final showdown is coming up, and I'm hoping to get more readers for the eventual sequel. So kick back and enjoy the upcoming conclusion.