Zootopia: Stone Kole in Storm Warning
"Awesome-possum dudes!" Zootopia's favorite small board surfer returns and he is getting married, but things turn sinister when his brother Storm is released from jail with a contract to kill their father Finnick. This is the third and last story in the Stone Kole Series.
The life of Zootopia's favorite surfing fox:
I based the protagonist in this series of stories on some of the concept art for a fennec fox who would ultimately morph into the character of Nick's friend and business partner Finnick. As with my other stories, the events take place a few years after the movie and feature not only the main character but also several OCs as his friends and family. Nick and Judy, in addition to Finnick, play important roles within these stories.
Additional inspirations for these stories were several songs, including Mishka's Coastline Journey, Taylor Steele's Miles Away, and Mat McHugh's Pocket Full of Shells.
Zootopia: Stone Kole in Hang Ten! Introduces the surfer and it is a coming to age story as Stoney's life as a carefree beach bum life changes and he is forced to grow up. His best friend Cooper is gay and has been rejected by his own father, our surfing fox has also fallen in love with a sand cat named Karen, and finally, he has found out from his mother that his father did not abandon him and his brother Storm before they were born, but that he had no idea they are even alive.
Zootopia: Stone Kole in Dark Paradise an action romance in which the Stone faces not only the fallout of the bigotry of society, which was brought on when Nick and Judy's budding romantic relationship is publicly exposed, as it turns against him and Karen. This drags the small fox into events that will require Stone and his friends to ultimately battle for their very lives against supernatural forces on a tropical island. The story also introduces you to a ghostly Zootopian version of another popular Disney movie character.
Time has passed and life has come a full circle after the events of the first story. It is the winter season again in Zootopia and a just a few days before one of the city's main holidays, the Winter Solstice with celebrations dedicated to the Holy Lamb. The city streets are decorated for the holiday with bright lights, ribbons, and greenery. For this is a holiday season of goodwill to all…or is it?
I do not own the rights to Zootopia or any of its characters. This story was written solely for the reader's enjoyment and without any profitable purposes. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious.
Chapter 1: The Snow Fox
SNOW! Gods above how the small tan furred fox in the oversized white winter fleece jacket hated the snow. Stone Kole was born and raised on the "other side" of the Great Wall, where the forced hot dry air blew from heaters to create an artificial desert just a five-mile walk away from where he was now standing. As a fennec fox, he was truly a child of the sand and didn't enjoy the cold air as it nipped at his large ears, causing them to twitch under the snug black wool stocking cap that he wore to keep warm. "Tell me again why you think this is fun?" he sarcastically called over to the pretty sand cat in the lavender snowsuit. "My ears are freezing, my paws are freezing, and my…"
"Quit complaining sourpuss!" Karen laughed as she pulled at his paw, trying to drag him up the steep icy slope toward the snow tubs ahead. "It'll be fun, trust me!"
"You said the same thing about skating!" he huffed as he shook the snow off one of his feet, his foot paws were freezing. "It's just like inline skating honey, that's what you told me, but it wasn't."
The cat wheeled around and glared at him. "Why don't you ever want to do what I want to do?" she pouted with a look of disappointment showing in her eyes. "All I wanted to do is make this Winter's Eve special for you!"
Ashamed, he looked down at the snow which covered his feet and sighed because he knew exactly why Karen and her family had decided to spend their holiday in the icy cold of Tundratown, instead of at the warm condo they owned along the sea coast…he was the reason. They were afraid that the memories of the huge deadly wave, which killed so many during the celebrations along the beachfront part of the city informally called The Strand last year, would overwhelm him. After all, it was that disaster which had led to his nervous breakdown. His father's best friend Nick Wilde had called it "survivor's guilt" and said it was not an unusual post-traumatic stress disorder for those like Stone who had risked their own lives under horrific conditions to save others.
"Look, Karen, that wave was a year ago and you can trust me that after our deadly battle with the Voodoo Queen this past summer, I've gotten over any fears about the sea!" he said to her as he pulled her into his arms. "Things just happen that we cannot control, like tidal waves, ghost pirates, and hordes of undead zombies."
"Well either way fox, my father spent good money for everyone to be here this year and you are going to enjoy yourself even if I have to kick you in the tail!" she replied with a small smile on her muzzle. "Now we are next, so you better hold me tight as we go down the slope."
"I wonder that if you bounced out of the tube, would you land on your feet?" he sarcastically mused. "You know they say that cats always…"
He let out a yip as she grabbed his coat and pulled him towards her until their noses touched. "Don't go there fox!" she hissed before giggling as he apologized by kissing her cold nose.
"You two are next!" a gruff voice called out and they turned to stare up at the very large and burly polar bear who was looking down at them with an amused look. "Keep your paws and tails inside of the tubes at all times." Nodding, Stone climbed into the tube and gave a little grunt as Karen fell back on top of him. There was a mighty shove and they were on their way, hurdling down the icy hillside.
"We heard you both screaming all the way down the slope," Karen's brother laughed as he greeted them at the bottom of the hill.
"I didn't scream, that was just Stoney," Karen giggled. "I think he hit some notes that Gazelle couldn't reach with her voice."
"Ha..ha..not!" Stone grumbled and then grinned. "You were screaming too, we both heard it."
"That was because someone's very pointed cold nose was jammed into my neck," Karen replied as she turned and threw her arms around the fox's neck.
"Are you two going to kiss again?" the young tomcat muttered and then he sighed as he walked away while shaking his head, leaving the two lovers alone to kiss.
"So now what?" the fox asked as he looked around at the frozen white surroundings and shivered. "Ice fishing, sledding, or whatever that is?"
Karen looked to where Stone was pointing and saw that there were six otters on a frozen pond and one had just gently sent a tea kettle looking rock sliding over the ice towards a set of markings painted on the opposite side of the icy patch. In front of the sliding rock were two more otters with brushes and they were sweeping in front of the rock's path. "Is that some kind of shuffle boarding?" she mused.
"It's called Curling and it's a favorite winter sport," an older feminine voice answered her and they turned to see a tall elderly mule deer doe in a nun's habit standing there with a shy young arctic fox kit peeking from behind her. "I'm sorry to disturb you both, but you wouldn't happen to be the surfer, Stone Kole?"
"Yes, ma'am I am," the fox answered as he looked up at her.
"I'm Sister Clarence of the Holy Order of Saint Bernard of the High Woods and this is Anton, he is a fan of yours," the nun said with a smile as she used her right hoof to guide the young fox out from behind her. "Anton, now what did you want to ask Mister Kole?"
Although he was still a kit, the seven-year arctic fox was almost the same height as the fennec fox and he hesitated before he held out a piece of paper and a pen. "Go on dear," the nun encouraged him as she leaned over and put a hoof on his back.
"M…Mister Kole, can I have your autograph?" the fox stuttered out in a heavy accent. "Please?"
"Sure," Stone replied with a smile as he took the sheet of paper and then looked around for somewhere to write. "So Anton, are you a surfer?"
The white fox shook his head and sorrowfully stared down at the snow before answering, "I used to play with my boogie board at the beach during winter vacation, but my mommy and daddy died."
The fennec fox's ear's drooped and he first glanced at the kit, before he looked up at the tall nun, she was giving the young fox a sad look. Handing the autographed sheet to the white-furred fox, whose tail was now happily wagging, he had to smile as the kit excitedly showed it to the nun.
"Now go over and finish your hot cider and I'll join you in a moment," the doe said to Anton. Karen giggled as the fox kit skipped his way towards a table at the nearby outdoor café.
"Bless you, Mister Kole," the nun nodded towards him. "Your autograph means so much to him. The poor little tike has had such a rough time since he came to the orphanage. His parents were members of the Rapid Medical Response Team and they told him all about what you did to save so many lives last year when the big wave flooded the coast. He was watching you on television in that ridiculous movie you were in…ah Beach Spy Jinks and told me he wants to grow up to be a surfer. Can you imagine an arctic fox becoming a surfer, isn't that silly?"
"I don't know why not? I'm a fennec fox and we are supposed to hate water, but I'm a surfer," Stone replied with a shrug.
"What happened to his parents?" Karen asked as she looked over at the kit with concern.
"His mother and father were both aboard a rescue helicopter which crashed six months ago while trying to fly survivors out of the Misty Mountains. As far as we can tell, he doesn't have any other family and so Sister Beatrice and I took him in at the orphanage. Unfortunately, he can't stay with us because the Church is closing our facility after the holidays," the tall doe answered.
"Then what will become of him?" Stone asked as he joined them.
"Not too many foster homes will take in a fox, so it looks like he'll be sent to another orphanage," the nun sadly replied. "Sister Beatrice and I are scraping together some money, we are hoping to at least buy him a new snow jacket and maybe some small gifts. You know what children are like, the little sweetheart says he wants a surfboard, but where would he go surf around here?"
Stone looked over at the kit, who was slurping his cider and clutching his autograph. "Well if he wants a surfboard, then he'll get one!" the fox said with a determined voice. "I'll go back to The Strand and get him one in the morning!"
"Stoney!" Karen began to protest, but then sighed and gave a little smile. "Dad's not going to be happy about this, but I think he'll understand."
Karen and Stone expected more of a protest from the portly tomcat when the fox announced that he was going to go back to the coast to go shopping for a surfboard in the morning. "Well you just need to be back in time for the evening's feast," was all that Chuck said after he heard the story.
It was Karen's mother who was the most concerned, not about her daughter or her fiancé, but about the little orphan. The older cat quickly found the telephone number for the orphanage and made a call. "So it's all settled," she later announced. "Your little fox friend and the Sisters will be joining us for the feast tomorrow night, so we all need to do some more shopping for gifts tomorrow morning. Let's make sure that the poor child has a proper holiday!"
Morning came early for Stone and the fennec fox yawned as he slipped out of the bed that he was sharing with Karen, he winced as he stepped down onto the cold floor. "Everything is cold around here," he softly muttered in protest as he looked for his pajamas that he had hastily discarded the night before.
"You were nice and warm last night," the cat whispered as she slipped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his naked chest.
"Okay, not everything is cold," he snickered. "But as tempting as it is for me to climb back into the bed to…ah…warm each other up again, I have to catch the train to Sahara Square and then the subway over to The Strand. I called Sandfly last night and he put aside a surfboard for me to buy this morning, he also found a wetsuit that should fit Anton."
Karen hesitated as she gave the fox a skeptical look. "I know you foxes are sly and sneaky, so what are you really up to Stoney?" she asked and raised an eyebrow as the fox hesitated while pulling on his tee-shirt.
"I don't know…" he started to answer and then sighed. "Look I feel sorry for the little guy, he's being shuffled around from place to place and has to be lonely. I know how that feels, Storm and I spent most of our youth being passed around between family and friends while mom worked and we really didn't have a home."
"You've told me that before," Karen replied as she sat up in the bed and wrapped the sheet around herself, hiding her own nakedness. "But your mom was there to tuck you in bed every night and he doesn't really have anyone does he?"
"Since the sale of Jack's treasure, I've got more than enough money to take care of us for a while, and then there's your promotion to corporate. So, now that you are not tied down to just one hotel anymore," he said as he finished pulling on his tee-shirt. "I was thinking that I might do something more with my life than just surf."
"Spit it out honey," the sand cat said with a smile. "Just what are you thinking?"
"There's this program called Surf Buddies and I thought I would offer to be Anton's mentor," he said as he fell back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. "Teach him to surf and help him with some of the other things in his life."
"Oh?" Karen replied in a surprised voice before she crawled over the bed to look down at him. "That's a sweet idea." As his paw reached up and caressed her cheek, she quickly added, "Don't you have a train to catch?"
He closed his eyes and nodded before he sat up.