Disclaimer:

I prefer Ao3 over fanfiction. But I'm going to try to update simultaneously.

This fic is oc centric and oc heavy. I like to add my own twist when writing fanfiction. Nick and Judy will make an appearance but they won't be the main characters. If you don't like stories where the oc is the main character then this story may not be for you. Okay. You've been warned.

Buck is not a Gary stu. He has issues. The only thing that might be "Gary stu" about him is that he lives a double life as a cop and an internet celebrity. People on this site use Mary sue/Gary stu so much I don't think they know it means. Just because an oc is the main character doesn't mean it's an automatic Mary sue/Gary stu fic.


A Bucking Bronco

Chapter 1, Filing Duty: There I was in the records room filing documents. Not the best job in the world, but at least it wasn't parking duty. The only thing I will say is that the job would be easier to do if there were ways for a horse to pick up folders and papers easily. Why horses had not evolved to have paws when we became bipedal will always remain a mystery to me. At least our frontal hooves can still pack a punch. Getting hit with a hoof is no joke. I wasn't sure why I hadn't been put on a case yet. Is it because I'm still new? Doesn't the police force realize how valuable a horse can be? We're fast runners, we can knock out criminals in a matter of seconds, and despite what other mammals think; horses are not dumb. I bet we could solve a case faster than any other mammal. I don't know why horses got the stereotype of being dumb. Maybe it's because of our pretty faces.

I should start at the beginning. My name is Buck Broncco. Yes. Two C's. Not one. I'm a horse; thoroughbred and friesian cross to be specific. I have my father's coloring. I have amber eyes, a brown coat, and a white blaze marking on my face. I have my mother's black, long, and thick mane and tail. I was born and raised in Foal Farms. A small town where the population is eighty-five percent horses, ten percent other prey species, and five percent predators. Last, I'm a recent graduate of Zootopia Police Academy. It wasn't exactly a walk in the park. Fighting a large criminal and running through a sandstorm was a snap. Climbing a wall of ice or a vine in the rainforest? Not so much. It was nearly impossible to get my hooves to grip the ice, let alone be able to get them to hold on to a vine that is wet and slippery. I still remember hearing, "You're dead horsie!", "You're dead farm boy!", "You're dead long face!" I could not believe it when I finally passed. Being a cop wasn't something I had ever planned on being. After going through a lot of terrible events, I felt like it was a sign for me to be one.

I had a strange foal hood growing up. My mom used to be a preschool teacher. I had a close relationship with her until I turned twelve or thirteen. Around that time she was forced to retire early because she got an illness that made her unable to walk. My dad is a retired track runner, he's addicted to gambling. He would spend his pension on casinos every night and buy lottery tickets left and right. He was also verbally abusive. He would call me names, yell at me, make passive-aggressive threats, or just cuss me out. He was like that towards my mom as well. The only difference is that he'll hit her. But there were times when he did grab me. He pushed me down one time and my mother called the police on him for doing that. He never did it again.

Because of my dad's addiction and my mom's inability to work; she forced me to be an internet personality to make money. She envied me for having a longer and thicker mane and tail than her; so she made me dress like a filly doll and act cute while she recorded me. She posted the videos on Zootube and we made money from it. The acts ranged from me singing, dancing, eating desserts like apple pie, carrot cake, and peach cobbler, make-up tutorials, mane and tail tutorials, and sometimes us going on shopping sprees, or walking and twirling in cute dresses. She took photos of me in the dresses and sold them online.

I became known as Becky Dollequine. Or just Becky. I appeared in magazines, talk shows, and fashion shows. I had a love-hate relationship with what I was doing. I enjoyed looking cute and I liked the attention, but I hated how I was forced into it. If I had a choice, I would have never done this. It's not exactly a colt's dream to look like a living filly doll after all. Let me scratch that. It's not exactly a male mammal's dream to look like a female living mammal doll. I wouldn't doubt there are some out there. But I was not one of them. I wanted to expose my mother whenever I went on a talk show. There were so many times I wanted to tell the host that I'm actually a colt. However, my mother had threatened to ground or beat me if I ever told anyone the truth. There was also the fact that being Becky was the only way we could get money.

My mom kept a tight rein on me. I wasn't allowed to go outside unless I was going to school. Gossip spreads around quickly in Foal Farms. She didn't want anyone to know what she was doing with me. Why the neighbors did not suspect that she had a famous "daughter" while knowing she only had a son is beyond me. Maybe they secretly knew but didn't want to actually know. It felt strange when the other foals asked me why I hardly played outside. Blame my crazy mother.

One time my mother called the police and got the whole neighborhood to look for me because I caught the bus for summer school, and she didn't know where I was. When I came back, she was crying and one of the first few things she said to me was that my mane and tail weren't done correctly. I guess you could say my mom was an absolute nightmare. To this day, I still don't know how that psycho mare didn't know that I went to summer school. She received a letter that I had to go to summer school so how could she not know?

When I turned eighteen I had enough of my mother's smothering. Even though I was now a stallion I knew she would never let me leave. She depended on me to make money. To get away from her, I got engaged to one of my fans who lived in Zootopia. We met on Instagraze. When I was younger my mom controlled all of my social media accounts and the Zootube channel. After my eighteenth birthday, I argued with her for days on end that I should have some access to the accounts. She only agreed because she didn't want us to fight anymore and was annoyed with me talking about it.

I messaged my boyfriend each night on Instagraze until I went to sleep. He told me how great Zootopia was and promised he'll help me find a way to leave my family. He sent me photos of the city; and postcards from Sahara Square, Rainforest District, Tundratown, and Outback island. They made me feel like I was there for a brief moment. My favorite picture he sent me was a photo of him and Gazelle together. I liked to imagine that I was princess Raponyzel and he was Eugene Fitzhorsebert from Wrangled. For years I had to stay inside my parent's house because my mother was using me for my long mane and tail. Now I got a boyfriend who will help free me. When I turned nineteen I invited him over to propose to me.

Needless to say, my mother was not happy about it. After the engagement, she said bad things about him all over the internet. She'd say that he's an abuser, addict, cheater, and liar. An awful lot of projecting when you think about it since my father is all those things. My fiance appeared in some of my videos much to my mother's dismay. He and I ate desserts and danced together; had sung duets. Sometimes we did Qs & As with each other. I posted pictures of us on our dates on Instagraze. My mother always deleted the pictures. She knew those Becky money days were numbered. She didn't delete the videos because they got more views than my other videos. Romance sells. When I turned twenty I packed up my stuff to move to Zootopia. My mom kept trying to talk me into breaking off the engagement and staying with her while I packed.

"Buck. You're making a huge mistake. I was two years younger than you when I married your father and look what happened."

"He's not dad."

"How do you know that Buck? You barely know anything about him. Two years is not long enough. It may feel like it is. But it's not. Believe me. Please stay with me. We only have each other."

"If we only had each other why didn't you leave dad?"

"I did it for you."

"I wanted you to leave him!"

"I. Couldn't. Walk. Buck."

"Two years might not be long enough, but I've known you and dad longer than that and you're both awful."

"I've been a good mother Buck! I made you a star! I wanted you to have an easier life than I had!"

"Or did you just want to live through me?"

"No, I didn't!"

"Did I ask to be a star? Actually bigger question. Did I ask to be one by dressing as a filly?"

"No. But it worked out for us, didn't it!? I made you dress like a filly because it would make your mane and tail look more beautiful!"

"It's always about the mane and tail with you!" I locked the suitcase.

"Don't yell at me Buck! I did what I had to do! I couldn't walk and you know your scumbag dad always spent his money on casinos and tickets!"

I rolled my eyes. She always said not to yell at her when she knew she was wrong.

"Buck, you're about to move in with someone you barely know in a place full of predators."

"We're horses mom," I replied annoyed.

"But we still have to fear cougars, tigers, and bears."

My parents do not like predators. At least the large ones. You know, the ones that are capable of attacking a horse. They tolerate the medium and small ones like foxes and weasels. But they'll still say bad things about them behind their backs. They talk about how sneaky and deceptive they are. It's rich coming from mammals like my parents.

"I'll buy a bear taser up there to calm your nerves," I said.

"I bet he doesn't know." She said,

"And whose fault is that?" I replied.

"I will not be made the villain here Buck!"

"I will tell him."

"When he pulls your panties down while you're both getting it on?" She asked.

"You did say to wait until marriage for that, and by then I'm sure I would have told him already."

"Buck. If you don't stay here. I'll do something you're not going to like."

"Go ahead. You have always done stuff that I didn't like." I said as I left my bedroom. My mother wheeled after me with her electric chair.

"Buck, at least let me go with you."

"Why? You don't like him."

"That's why! It's so I can be there in case he does hurt you."

"What are you going to do? Run him over with your chair?" I replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes, in fact, I would." She replied jokingly.

"Don't joke your way out of this mom. You're just using me to leave dad when you had years and the money to do it yourself. You didn't even stand up to dad when he abused me."

"Sometimes I did."

"No mom."

"Buck please."

"No." I opened the door.

"Bucky… if he does hurt you. You're always welcome ba-" I closed the door on my mother before she could finish her sentence.

She did keep her word. When she couldn't convince me to stay; she aired out our dirty laundry online. She wrote about how bad I was as a foal. All the embarrassing and weird things I did and said when I was little. How I wanted to kill myself as a teenager. Even better, how she was concerned about me because I got engaged to an abuser and he coerced me into moving to Zootopia. Of course, she never revealed that I was born a colt. That would hurt her reputation. All the stuff she posted about me had grabbed the attention of some Zootubers and one who sided with my mom. I'll probably talk about that later though.

Life with my fiance was just as bad. Sometimes he slapped me across the face. Getting hit in the face by a horse is one thing, but getting hit by a clydesdale and shire cross is ten times worse. There were times he knocked me out so badly that I wasn't sure what time it was whenever I regained consciousness. The most terrifying time was when he slapped me so hard that I hit my head on the floor and got a seizure. He'd pull me either by the mane or tail and drag me down the stairs. If I was listening to music he'd yank the headphones off and yell at me in the ears. My mother wasn't wrong about my fiance being an abuser. But I don't think she knew he was one from the start. She just didn't want me to go to Zootopia.

With all the abuse I went through, I began to see it as a sign that I should make the world safer for other mammals. I wanted to help those who had similar experiences to mine. It gave me the courage to break off the engagement and sign up for training at Zootopia Police Academy. That's how I ended up here. No one at the station knows that I'm Becky. I just say that she's my sister. Clawhauser likes my videos. He said that we look like twins. He calls Becky "an angel with a dark mane". Every day he asks me to convince Becky to do a dancing collab video with Gazelle. Gazelle is a celebrity. I'm just an internet personality. I doubt we were in the same league.

I didn't necessarily give up my internet job when I became a cop. After I graduated from the police academy, I stayed in a hotel temporarily to find a place to live. I was worried about my ex-fiance finding me. For extra caution, I bought a townhouse in a gated neighborhood. A townhouse in a gated community is not cheap. There wasn't any possible way for me to pay for it on a cop's salary. I needed Becky to pay the mortgage. In a way, it made me feel like I could finally use my internet persona for something I wanted and not just be my mother's hustle horse.

The neighbors say they're glad I'm living with my "sister" because they feel safe with a cop in the neighborhood. As if living behind a big gate wasn't enough protection. You can never be too careful I guess. My next-door neighbor is a sweet elderly red fox. Or at least she was a red fox in her younger years. She's mostly gray with hints of red. Her name is Rosaline. I call her "Nana Rosaline". She insisted I call her that. She will bake carrot cake, different types of fruit cobblers, cookies, fritters, muffins, pies, and tarts for "Becky" and me. She said she grew up in Bunnyburrow. The way she baked it didn't surprise me. Her food had a southern comfort food taste. The taste is similar to how my mother baked.

"Officer Broncco. Report to my office now." Chief Bogo called on my walkie. I closed the filing cabinet worried that I might have made a mistake. I braced myself as I headed to his office.


A/N: To avoid any confusion. Words will be italicized if there is a flashback, something in writing, a song, or any type of dialogue that is not in the present.

I don't know if the names of the characters in Wrangled are Raponyzel and Eugene Fitzhorsebert I picked them because I thought they would fit.

Foal Farms is not a canon place in Zootopia. I made it up. You are welcome to use it in your stories. But if you want to use my ocs then please ask.

I thought about writing this in third person but I went too far with this fic. So I'm just going to see how it goes from here.

If you want to know why I wrote this, read until the end. It's a funny story :)