Humming in his apron, Nick warmed two bottles of milk on the stove, having just put the twins in the living room. "I tell you girls, Daddy is quite the chef in here. He's got two bottles of the finest lait de fantaisie. Best in all ze city." Taking a quick look at the twins, he lowered the temperature on the pot to let it simmer. "And while that gets all yummy for my girls' tummies, I'm just going to enjoy some Daddy cuddle time." He left the kitchen, and stood over the small beds, a fatherly grin on his face as he cooed back at the two puffy faced bunnies who stared happily back at him. "And how are my little June and May doing over here? Not making more wet diapers for me to change I hope?" He feigned falling to his knees, to the twins delight as they gurgled small babyish giggles. Hopping up, he made faces at them, making bubbly noises.
As the two girls's attention became focused on each other and their wordless communication, Nick returned to the kitchen, retrieving the bottles, and testing them as he started back to the living room. When the doorbell rang, Nick stopped short, sighing to himself at the interruption of his daddy time. "One second girls. Then it's lunch time! Then more nap time for full princesses and and tired Daddy's." He put the bottles in his apron, Nick unlocked the door. "Of course, if there is a bunny on the other side of the door, it might just be nap time for princesses, and fun times for Daddy and Officer Mommy.."
Nick reached out as the door opened, then jerked back as his hand was slapped away. The small form in front of him wasn't Judy. As he was pushed back into his home forcefully, Nick fell to the ground, scooting away. The door shut and locked behind the hooded and covered mammal, and they turned, walking towards Nick slowly. Scrambling to his feet, Nick raised his fists, standing firm between the intruder and the living room.
"I don't know who you think you are, but you are mistaken if you think you are robbing my house!" Nick took a step, then pointing at the uniform hanging on the wall. "You just pushed an officer of the ZPD. You have any idea how much trouble you are in, buddy?" Nick's fatherly instinct took over as he stepped closer, picking up an umbrella and pointing at the assailant.
A single hand reached from within the brown coat, pulling the hood down to reveal a tuft a white downy hair. Nick froze, dropping the umbrella, as he looked at the pair of green eyes staring back at him. "An officer of the ZPD in an apron. Yes, well I do feel quite threatened, but no more than usual. You know, what with all the predators and predator sympathizers searching for me." She stepped casually past Nick, entering the kitchen even as he followed her movements with the umbrella. She sat a small basket on the table and swiped the table with her finger checking for dust.
"That's right, everyone is Zootopia is looking for you. I don't know where you get off coming here, and it doesn't matter because the moment I'm done with you, they'll find you in pieces outside my door. Nick raised the umbrella to strike her. "That's your bad move coming here Bellwether!"
Holding her resolve, Bellwether adjusted her glasses and turned to face Nick. "Ah, ah, ah. Dawn. Remember. We are on a first name basis, my dear dear pred." She smiled and then clasped her hands together. "I'm only here for the moment. I'm going to keep up my end of the bargain and be gone again. I just thought maybe you'd like to meet someone." She gestured to the basket on the table.
"Bargain?! You didn't! You showed Judy what you did to me! You attacked her in the hospital!" Nick swung the umbrella, cracking Bellwether across the head and knocking her to the ground. "I don't want to hear it!" He struck her again, knocking the glasses from her face. As he raised the umbrella again, she raised her hand to stop him.
"I agreed not to say anything. I never said I wouldn't give her the best porno this city's ever seen. Speaking of which..." She dug a small phone from her pocket. "If you stop swinging that around, maybe we can make another deal. I'll be really clear this time around." She turned the screen towards Nick so he could see. "What I have here might be the last copy of that lovely video we made together. I'm thinking you don't want that uploaded for everyone to see. And I really don't think you want to see the follow up video floating up and around in the world." She clicked next, and Nick dropped the umbrella as he saw Bellwether in Judy's hospital room, molesting the disabled bunny, squeezing a baster full of Nick's cum into her, licking up the remnants, then grinning as she sealed the semen slurry inside. "So.. are you going to hear me out?" May coughed, and Bellwether looked up from the floor to the living room. "Oh, isn't that just precious. I wasn't planning on that little development. Maybe I should show them the same courtesy, see how far that freak gene goes." Standing up, she took a step towards the living room. "This is just hilarious, I was just going to let your get framed for the rape and attempted murder of that annoying bunny, but she got knocked up instead. You two put yourself in a trap of your own making! How stupid can you be to keep those rejects?"
"Touch my kids, and I'll cover this house with every bit of your blood." Nick reached behind him to grab a knife and pointed it at the sheep. "You've got until the count of five to get on your knees, and put your hands behind your head."
Bellwether stilled, then held our a single hoof, a grenade gripped tightly in it. "This time...I did bring a bomb." She turned to show Nick, and smiled as she flicked at the pin ring. "You won't have enough time to stop me, save your little accidents, and get away from the blast. Wrap your little predator brain around it."
Nick looked back at the living room, then back at Bellwether. Her smirk widened as she held the grenade towards the living room, one hoof holding the pin. "Just don't hurt my girls. I'll do anything you say." He fell to his knees, held his head low and slid the knife away.
"Good start. So first, you are going to go over there and look in that basket." Bellwether pocketed the grenade, then walked to retrieve her glasses, rubbing them on her coat, then angrily trying to polish the scratch from the umbrella off. "You are lucky I have more than one pair by the way. Or I'd add that in."
Nick slowly approached the basket, reluctantly lifting the sheet. His heart sank as he looked at the tiny figure sleeping inside. The black flossed sheep cooed softly in her sleep, undisturbed by the noise from before. "Don't tell me...for the love of all that is right in the world.."
"Mistake. I didn't give her a last name. I figured that'd be your problem." She stood beside Nick and looked into the basket. "I was going to just take her with me, but with your people following me, having this load of baggage just slows me down. So my initial plan to further ruin your happy life years later just got pushed up." She forced Nick's hand into the basket to wake the sleeping lamb. "Mistake, this is your father. Get attached you little freak and a half."
The lamb yawned sleepily, her eyelids parting, revealing the green eyes of a fox. Nick jerked away, backing into a wall. "No, no, no. You said before..." He held his chest as he began to feel the room closing in around him. "You can't do this to us!"
"I can do whatever I want pred...or guess I should call you Nicolas now. Now onto that deal..." Bellwether put the phone in the basket, then knelt in front of the panicked Nick. "I'm going to leave this little freak with you. Do whatever you want with her. That's part one. Part two, I leave this place and you don't follow. I've got big plans for the prey uprising. I don't need some predator screwing that up for me. And lastly, part three." She rested her hands on Nick's crotch. "You are going to give me a little service, right here and now."
Nick snatched her hands away, baring his teeth. "Never again! Keep your hands off me!" He sneered at the sheep as she reminded him of the threat in her pocket. "I'll let you leave, but I'm not doing anything else. You get out of my house you bitch."
Bellwether sighed as she held out the phone. "I don't recall saying it was negotiable." She tapped the screen and smiled as the upload progress bar began to move.