[A/N] Here is another short scene I thought would add a bit of color to my other story. It should help elaborate on a comment that Wolfard makes to Judy while they are briefly working together.

As a note, the inspiration for these two characters originally came from the story Vixen's Mark by VarriableMammal. If you have not had a chance to read any of their works then I strongly recommend them. They have some amazing characters and a very in depth Zootopian universe.

I hope you enjoy the second story in this random collection of thoughts and ideas.


Chapter 2 - Jealousy

The club was hoping that evening. It had barely opened and yet there was already a decent crowd lined up outside. Today was the first day of Zootopia's normal work week, but no one would call the mammals who frequented the club 'normal.' They had all arrived to enjoy the music and the open minded atmosphere where a mammal could hangout or dance with whomever they choose without being judged or looked down upon.

It was a place where all mammals, no matter what species, could let their fur down and be whomever they wanted to be at the moment. No one looked twice at a tiger wearing horns and had her tail tied into a tight bun while dancing with a zebra that looked like he had been torn out of an old horror film and wore a long black cape with a pair of cheap plastic fangs. The club catered to all kinds and strongly discouraged any form of discrimination, either in a mammals choice of clothing or life partners.

The Velvet Orca was a new night club built on the edge of the strip, where almost any kind of entertainment was legal. It had been constructed from a vacant and gutted out casino that had gone under years ago. The building had remained empty for many years before a meerkat named Sandra had come along and bought the place.

Some said the meerkat had won the money in a game of roulette over at the Palm Casino Hotel. Others said she had won the property deed at the poker table. No one really knew the true story and she preferred to keep it that way.

Jo really didn't care how the club had come to be. It was one of the few places she could let loose with her girlfriend without being looked on with disgust, or even thrown out. The great music and wonderful company were all that mattered to her. She did her best to support the club with tips to the bartenders and DJs as well as rave reviews on the latest social media sites.

She could not remember how her mind had wondered to the topic of the club's origin while washing her paws in the plain white sink. It might have been the contrast from the modern, edgy style of the club's main floor to the quaint, dilapidated look of the old and worn out restrooms. Even though they were fairly new they still reminded her of the dented and rusty stalls at the mall.

Running a pair of wet paws through the dark fur on her long ears, she dampened them and held them straight up, trying to look tough. Jo's fur was mostly white but was covered in black and light-brown spots. The pattern, among other rabbits, was referred to as a Broken Tri-Color and was not very common in her family. Her mother was a pure-as-snow white doe, while her father was a rich, chocolate brown buck. She was the odd one in her litter, while her brothers' and sisters' fur was either all while or dark brown with the occasional patch of white down the front. Shoving the history of her spots to the back of her mind, she left the tall, black ears standing, while splashing more water on her muzzle.

Shaking her head, she preferred the air dry method, saying that wet fur made her look tougher. She wasn't a slovenly rabbit, but would often leave her fur unbrushed and mated, giving the impression that she had just been in a scrap. A dark splotch of fur around her left eye even gave the impression that she had a permanent black eye.

The splotchy rabbit looked at herself in the mirror and tugged on the collar of her shirt. It was a black silky shirt that barely fit and she had to leave the top two buttons undone. Her biceps and pecs would have easily ripped through the thin fabric if she had fully fastened them. With that thought she lifted both arms, flexing the large muscles in the mirror.

Satisfied with her appearance, she left the restroom to meet up with her girlfriend at the bar. Tabby should have been able to get through the crowd to order their drinks by now.

Turning a corner, Jo exited the back hallway and strolled into the main dancing and socializing area of the club and spotted a small group of medium sized mammals that were still clustered around the bar. Through the crowd she was able to easily make out the grey and brown shape of her girlfriend. She was a small, pretty fox with a cute mix of grey and brown fur around her muzzle that made her look like a young kit.

A simple red blouse fit the kit fox like it had been made for her. The frills on the sleeves gave the impression that the cloth was not actually attached but floated in the air around her arms. Around the fox's waist was a skimpy black skirt that came with three different shiny, black and chrome buckled belts. A small silver chain hung from one of the belts and rattled whenever she moved.

As Jo approached the bar she noticed that her girlfriend's arms were delicately wrapped around another rabbit. A grey doe with black tipped ears, a white puffy tail and a pouty expression on her muzzle returned Tabby's hug with a gentle pat.

Jo's ears splayed to the sides of her head like little umbrellas and a scowl slowly crept up her muzzle. This other rabbit looked tough and her stance clearly showed that she could defend herself well. An icy chill filled Jo's chest as she marched towards the pair. Was this other, tough looking rabbit flirting with her girlfriend, she thought angrily.

Tabby pulled away from the hug while holding the other rabbit's paws to admire her outfit. It was then that Jo noticed that the grey doe was dressed in a police uniform, complete with paw cuffs and a sidearm. That was a new one, she had never seen a rabbit wear a costume like that before. When she spotted the uniformed wolf standing next to her girlfriend's bunny friend she suspected that the other rabbit was not wearing a costume. She felt a similar sense of danger flowing from both mammals and quickly realized that they were both real cops. Seeing a rabbit cop seemed out of place somehow, especially standing next to the much taller wolf.

The muscular tri-colored rabbit held her tongue as she cut through the small crowd in front of the bar. Her sharp ears could overhear Tabby talking to the cop about a dress and realized that the other rabbit might be nothing more than a customer of her uncle's shop. There weren't a great many clothing stores in the city that catered to smaller mammals like rabbits, so it wasn't unusual to find that a police rabbit had shopped there.

When Jo finally broke through the group of larger mammals that blocked her path, Tabby and the new rabbit were talking about another fox who seemed to be absent. The other rabbit's ears fell and her muzzle dropped slightly when the kit fox asked about the lack of the other canid.

A short glass filled with a thick green liquid was passed to the splotchy rabbit and the small fox introduced the other doe cheerfully, "Hey, Jo, you remember Judy, right?"

Nodding at Judy, Jo downed half of the glass in one gulp, letting the cool liquid burn the back of her throat without bothering to taste the explosion of tropical flavors that followed. "Yeah," she grunted towards the two cops. She didn't want to start any trouble with the tough looking mammal, but she really didn't like the way the other rabbit was smiling at her girlfriend. It was obvious that this doe enjoyed the company of predators, and by the way she held herself, she seemed far more masculine than most bucks that Jo knew.

She wrapped her fingers around the fox's paw and pulled her close to plant a soft peck on the side of her long muzzle. As the rabbits pink lips met brown fox fur she whispered the word, "Mine," like it was a sacred promise. No one heard the softly spoken word over the loud dance music, but the kit fox beamed at the rabbit's show of affection.

The two cops were still saying something to her fox about the club owner, but Jo paid them no mind and began dragging her partner towards the dance floor. She wasn't terribly fond of the music that was currently playing, or the musk ox DJ that was up on stage, but she didn't like either of those cops talking with Tabby.

Before the strong rabbit could pull her girlfriend away, the kit fox quickly replied to the cops, "It looks like Jo wants to get back on the dance floor, so we can chat later. Or you can always stop by the store anytime."

Free from the crowd near the bar, Jo leaned towards the fox's fuzzy brown ears, "You know that I don't like it when you flirt with other rabbits."

Tabby threw down the paw she was holding and glared back at her girlfriend, "Is that what this is about?"

Jo stepped back from the fox suddenly realizing how the situation looked, "It's not like that."

The vixen folded her arms across her chest, "Then what is it exactly?"

"Um, she," the tri-colored rabbit mumbled.

"Judy is just a friend," Tabby explained, her long tail swishing behind her. "She came into the store the other day to buy a nice dress to impress a boy."

"This other fox I heard the two of you talking about?"

"Yes," the young vixen's eyes softened as she grabbed her girlfriend's paw. "Now would you stop being so jealous around her?" She stepped forward and planted a reassuring kiss on the rabbits muzzle. "You are the only rabbit for me sweety." Pulling on the warm, white paw she pulled Jo towards the dance floor, "I help does try on new clothes everyday at work and I have never seen you like this around any of them. So why now, why this rabbit?"

Ignoring the vixen's question, Jo let go of her paw and began to stomp and shake her body in time with the loud upbeat techno music. Tabby followed with a shake of her head. Her belts and the silver chain flopped against her narrow waist as she hopped, twirled and liberally shook her tail at her bunny partner. The red strips of cloth on the fox's arms fluttered around her like colorful insects. The dance floor wasn't very crowded this early in the day so the small couple had more than enough room to dance freely without having to worry about being stepped on by larger mammals.

When the second song ended with a loud crescendo, the two found themselves clutched together like lovers waking in the morning. Jo's paws clasped tightly onto her vixen's hips as they swayed with the thumping music. Tabby had her back to the rabbit and her long bushy tail casually reached around the doe's waist while her hips swayed rhythmically. The music had stopped but the couple continued to move together for several unheard beats.

Tabby lowered her brown paws and firmly grasped the white ones on her hips and with a final strut she thrust her rump back swiftly colliding with the large rabbit behind her. Then she pulled her partner's paws tightly around her chest in a reverse hug.

It felt good to be this close in public to the mammal she loved. To have her lover's arms wrapped around her body and feel the doe's sweet breath on her fur. No where else could she feel as comfortable around the rabbit, not even at home, where her parents frowned on their relationship. Not because Jo was female, although she suspected that was part of the reason, but because she was prey.

Her parents were never out right disrespectful to the rabbit and accepted that she was friends with their daughter. However, things changed when they caught her making out with the buff rabbit on the couch one evening while watching a movie. They hadn't blown up exactly, but made their disappointment very clear. Her mom sat her down for a very long talk the next day, convinced that Tabby was just going through a faze.

Jo was still allowed over for dinner and the two older fox's treated her cordially, but the younger mammals were never allowed to be alone together. A new rule also seemed to appear overnight and Tabby wasn't allowed to keep friends over after her parents went to bed.

The kit fox had considered moving in with her rabbit, but Jo's own family wasn't much better. They allowed her to work at the clothing store at Jo's insistence. She was sure that Jo's uncle knew about their relationship and treated the fox like a daughter, but her girlfriend's parents were not so open minded. They would put her down behind her back and Jo's mom repeatedly asked her brother why that 'fox' was still working in his store.

Getting their own apartment together would have been too expensive, so they stole private time wherever they could. The Velvet Orca was one of the few places where she could show the doe her feelings without looks of disgust, or some ever-so-noble prey trying to come to the rabbit's rescue.

Tabby squeezed her girlfriend's arms tighter and closed her eyes while leaning her head back to nuzzle with her. While the small couple held each other in a passionate embrace the DJ's switched and a new act came on stage.

As the first notes of the soft music began to play a romantic ballad, Jo let go of her fox and started to walk off the floor. Tabby felt her lover letting go as the slow song started and she turned around reaching for the bunny with both paws. "Stay," she pleaded, pulling on the speckled doe's white paw.

Jo gave the kit fox a pained glare, but when she saw the soft, moist look in her girlfriend's eyes she stepped back up to wrap the fox in her arms. Placing her paws on Jo's hips, she gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and let the masculine rabbit lead them through the steps of a slow, romantic dance. As they danced, the fox swung her slender hips in time with the music and after every turn or dip she would brush the rabbit's legs with her bushy tail.

The DJ played through a few songs while the small couple stepped and twirled around the floor. After the rabbit dipped her partner exceptionally low at the end of one song, the vixen nipped the doe on the base of her neck.

Jo let out a sharp, passionate squeal as her lover's teeth sunk into her soft flesh. The shivers that ran up her spin caused her voice to raise two octaves, "I love how you do that."

Laying back in her girlfriend's arms, with her teeth clenched tightly in the corner where the doe's strong neck met her broad, muscular shoulders. Tabby felt her own shiver at the sound of Jo's normal soprano tones. She never told her girlfriend, but the vixen was not overly attracted to the deeper voice the rabbit used when she was trying to act tough. Sure, the tough act was definitely attractive, but the female rabbit's normal voice felt more pleasing to the young vixen.

Neither mammal noticed the start of the next song, as Tabby reached up with both paws. She placed them on both sides of the rabbit's muzzle and pulled her close. Softly she whispered to her girlfriend, "You're my bunny." The rest of the song played while the small couple stood silently in the middle of the dance floor with their eyes closed and their lips pressed firmly together.