Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Zootopia or any respective characters. I'm not brave enough to challenge the mouse so it'll probably stay that way. All OCs, however, are mine. Rated M for violence, language, sex, drugs and suicide.

Chapter Nine: Marked

Over Sahara Square, earlier that day

Dylan Krueger sat in the back of the helicopter as Logan Howlton flew it back to their hideout. As the sun went down, the shadow of the helicopter was cast against the desert sands, though not drawing any attention. Since helicopter tours were fairly popular in Zootopia, it provided the perfect cover to be flying over a relatively high profile area. As Logan focused on flying, Dylan was left alone with his thoughts. Too easy, thought Krueger, I got both McBoot and Delgato without a hitch. Damn shame the fox lived though.

"Dylan," said Logan from the pilot's seat, "the Colonel wants to speak to you." "Aye, Logan," said Dylan, who then spoke into the helicopter's radio, "Colonel." "Mr. Krueger," responded Spotzen in his signature gravelly voice, "what's the sitrep on Delgato?" "He's dead sir," responded Dylan, "and so is Mack. But it seems I missed Officer Wilde." "I'm disappointed in you, son," said Spotzen, "that fox probably knows too much now."

"Requesting permission to speak freely, sir," inquired Dylan. "Go ahead," said Spotzen. "Wilde is incorruptible, and so is his partner," he said, "but I do sense a weakness." "Go on, Mr. Krueger," responded Spotzen, "indulge me." "The fox is the only one that saw what happened," said Dylan, "I think I can make him back off by getting to the rabbit and using her as leverage." "Alright, Mr. Krueger," said Spotzen, "you have the green light on this op after you return to base." "I won't fail you sir," said Dylan. "I know you won't," replied Spotzen before he cut out.

Nick's apartment, the next morning

Judy Hopps had the most wonderful dream in her life. Here she was, finally finding love in her douchey, yet loveable partner, the fox Nick Wilde. She thought vividly about her dream as she stared up at the ceiling, remembering Nick doing some weird ritual before she gave him her v-card in passionate sex. She smiled and took a deep breath, then she felt an arm on her.

"Oh yeah, carrots," mumbled a sleepy Nick Wilde, "I haven't been fucked that good since ever." "So it wasn't a dream," said Judy to herself as her eyes widened and her ears shot up. "What dream," asked Nick, still not fully awake, "you came here bawling, only to go off on how desperately you wanted me." He yawned and stretched his arms, rolling over and removing the blanket from Judy's side of the bed. "I marked you and everything," said Nick, "and it seemed like you could do this for days." Just then, as Judy observed her nude, wet body, and noticed some red hairs sticking to her gray fur, it hit her.

"Holy fucking shit," she shouted, using some rare curse words, sharply waking up Nick, who fell out of the side of the bed, "did I really sleep with you!?" "I think so," said Nick from the hardwood floor, "you called yourself 'carrot cake' and asked if I was hungry? Then I got up and…" "Okay, okay," interrupted Judy, "I remember that part. But what on earth were you doing beforehand?"

As Nick got up and hastily threw on some pants, he thought about last night's escapades. He remembered him scent marking Judy, which was something that every fox learned about growing up, but was a once in a lifetime affair for his kind. Then it hit him. "Oh shit," said Nick, "you need to take a shower now! Before we get to work!"

"Since when did you care about hygiene," asked Judy, "I'll shower in the locker room if I have to." "Just about every predator in the building is going to smell my pheromones on you," said Nick hastily as he began aggressively wiping himself with one of his shirts, "my scent on you is going to be extra strong on account of me marking you before we did the dirty last night."

Judy couldn't help but sniff herself, noticing a distinct new scent on her other than sweat, spit and cum. She couldn't describe it to herself, but it definitely reminded her of Nick, somehow. "If you wash extra hard," said Nick, "you might be able to throw it off a little." "But," asked Judy. "But you're still marked pretty much for life," answered Nick, "and if you're unhappy now, this'll be a big 'I told you so' moment."

"No, Nick," said Judy sweetly, "I'm happy with this, with you, but I'm just a little lost on how to handle this." "We'll try to keep this quiet for now," said Nick as he rinsed off his fur, "I don't want Bogo on my ass right now." "He'll probably be forgiving," assured Judy, "we can talk to him about this." "No, you don't get it," said Nick, "we're gonna be judged, scorned and mocked as soon as we announce this thing. Can it wait until there aren't highly dangerous mammals out to kill us?" "Okay," said Judy as she made her way to the shower, "but you will come clean on this." "Scout's honor," said Nick.

ZPD Precinct One

Ben Clawhouser sat behind his desk at the precinct, ready for a new day of work after yesterday's fiasco. A major operation was compromised, they learned that Shadow Company had a dirty cop acting as a mole, and with two good officers in the hospital and one pretending to be dead (he couldn't tell anyone though), he was ready for a change of pace. Then, as he was munching on a donut, he noticed a familiar scent approach him. "Hey Ni.." he stopped as he looked down and saw a pair of bunny ears with the tip of the left one shot off. He looked down and saw Judy, with Nick nowhere near her.

"Uh Judy," asked Benji nervously, "what were you and Nick doing last night?" "What do you mean," replied Judy, pretending to upbeat when her brain was telling her Oh shit, Nick was right. "It's just that you, uh," said Benji, not knowing how to choose his words, "uh, you two always seemed so cute together." Benji smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to tell Judy, a bunny that she now had the permanent special scent of her fox partner.

"Ben," said Judy playfully, "what did I tell you about that word?" "Sorry," replied Benji, "it's just that I'm so happy for you two." "Us," she laughed nervously, "there's no us?" "That's not what I smell," said Benji. "This, hehe," she tried even harder to play it off, "I just borrowed Nick's shampoo when I showered this morning." "You've never been a good liar, Judy," said Benji, "that's definitely not shampoo that I smell. Did Nick seriously scent-mark you last night. Because if so," he chuckled a little, "either he wasted it for one very elaborate prank, or something's going on between you two."

"If I buy you lunch, will you keep this quiet," whispered Judy. "Uh, okay," replied Benji, "but you do realize that you're basically his prized possession now." "He said something like that before he went all zombie mode on me last night," said Judy. "My parents told me a similar story when I got caught beating it off at thirteen," thought Benji aloud. "Sweet cheese and crackers," chided Judy, "I did not need to know that." "Sorry," said Benji, "it's just that I had a moment where a memory just popped up."

Just then, Nick walked into the precinct, trudging happily and smiling like a dumbass, until he noticed Judy talking to Clawhouser. Based on the way this conversation, it looked like his cover was blown. He felt a knot in his stomach as he sank to his knees and buried his face in his paw. "Jesus carrots," he mumbled, "not now."

Savannah Central

Nick hadn't said a word since they arrived at the precinct that morning. The entire time they were getting prepped for the day, Judy noticed that every single predator in the building was giving her a weird look. She just tried her hardest to ignore it and went on with her business. Thankfully, Bogo either didn't notice or didn't care when he handed out assignments. So she found herself sitting in her patrol car with Nick in the middle of an empty lot, trying to figure out what to do.

"Are you okay," asked Judy. "No," replied Nick with both nervousness and anger in his voice. "I'm sorry that we got found out," apologized Judy. "Not your fault, carrots," said Nick, "I knew the risks." "Is that why you've been blowing me off on this," asked Judy. "Yes," said Nick. "You know," said Judy, "we can make this work. If not, there's plenty of fish in the sea." "No, there's not," snapped Nick, "you're marked, remember?" "So what," said Judy, trying to play it off.

"That scent will never wash off," said Nick, "not a single buck is going to try anything with you and my protective instincts are now attached to you. Basically," he sighed, trying to phrase it right, "I own you." "I'm your slave," Judy asked confusedly. "No, not like that," said Nick, "unless you're into BDSM," he joked and laughed to himself. But since Judy wasn't amused, he continued his serious talk, "according to ancient, biological law, you are my mate for life. You are my designated female and I'm your lifelong protector, or some shit like that. Get it?"

Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!

Nick looked down at his phone, and noticed a number calling that he didn't expect. Why's Duke calling me, of all mammals, he thought as he picked up the phone. "What is it," asked Nick. "Hey man, I don't have much time to talk," said Duke, "so please listen to me." "Where are you," he asked as he took out a notepad to write down the address. "1457 Safari Street," said Duke, "I think that my suppliers figured out I ratted to you and the bunny. How's she doing anyways?" "We're not gonna talk about that," said Nick as he handed Judy the notepad and mouthed for her to drive. "That good, huh," teased Duke.

Brakabrak!

Suddenly, Nick felt the sound of a machine gun tearing through his ears, coming through the phone. "Duke," said Nick, "we're coming for you! Sirens, now!" Judy flicked on the sirens and raced down the streets until she pulled up to the tenement.

Nick and Judy jumped out of the car as soon as they parked it with their pistols drawn as they charged for the door. They burst into the building and rushed up the stairs, not noticing three significantly larger mammals hiding in the shadows. "C'mon Duke," said Judy as she kicked down the apartment door, "please be alive."

She and Nick barged into the empty apartment, noticing a severely beaten weasel lying on the carpet. "Nick," said Judy as she rushed to the weasel's aid, "I think he might still be alive." "He better be," said Nick, "he's the closest thing we have to a…"

Whack!

Nick was cut off as he was hit in the back by a fairly large gun, sent flying across the room and crashing into the floor. Judy turned around rapidly, only to notice the same cougar that took a shot at Otterton, the arctic wolf driving the getaway car, and the sea lion that shot her ear off, all carrying automatic weapons

"You smell like him," said the cougar as he trained his MP5 on her, "he must really love you." "Like you would know," said Judy as she leveraged the pistol. "Save it, fluff," said the cougar, "you don't have a chance. We're dangerous, you know."

Before she knew it, Judy Hopps was quickly and brutally disarmed by the cougar, who then proceeded to grab her by the ears and stuff her into a duffle bag.

Nick woke up on a stretcher, being wheeled out by two white tail deer paramedics. His back hurt like crazy and he felt like his face was smashed in. Then a certain thought filled his head. "Judy," he screamed up into the sky, "Judy!" "Nick," said Danny, who arrived with his arm in a sling. "Danny, you're alive?" "Yes," said Danny, "I'm alive." "Where's Judy," he demanded. "They took her," said Danny. Nick, upon hearing this, broke down crying