Hello, guys. Sorry this took so long and is so short, but I just moved and started University, So I haven't had much time to write. Also, the weather here is horrid. I have to walk in the literally freezing temperature to get to the University since I live off campus, and I have to walk to the post office, which is like 2 miles away, to get my mail because they don't have the key to my building and I'm not at my apartment when they deliver it. But enough about me, onto the story. Hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: There is a made up religion that plays a semi-major role in the next few chapters. It is based on a real religion, as are the politics surrounding it. The political views in this chapter are not necessarily mine.

Also, I don't own Zootopia.


CHAPTER THREE

Nick and Judy sat at the dining hall's table, which was vastly oversized, and could probably fit twenty mammals. They sat on one end, across from one another, and ate. Judy had made herself a salad, with romaine and red leaf lettuce, spinach, peppers, olives, and a generous helping of croutons. Nick, on the other paw, had a piece of salmon, cooked unbelievably well.

"This salmon is really good, where did you learn to cook for predators?" Nick asked.

"Oh, there was a recipe book in the kitchen. I guess I made it right. I'm, um, glad… that you liked it," she replied, seeming timid. "Hey, um, during that press conference, you said you were… against inter-species relationships. Don't you like to claim that you're opposed to speciesism?" she finished, looking down at her plate and twisting her fork around in the salad, while rubbing her forearm with the other paw.

Nick chuckled. "I did say that, didn't I? Well, truth be told, and I'm only telling you this because I think I can trust you…" she looked up, her gaze meeting his, and he felt an almost… electric tingling feeling throughout his body. "I lied about that. I'm not really against inter-species relationships."

"Were you lying about the affair too? Did you really sleep with a bunny?" Judy blurted out,her voice a bit higher pitched, her eyes widening even further. Oh god. I hope he didn't hear my excitement there. She sat there, completely still, waiting for his answer.

Nick stared at her for a moment, surprised at how forward she was. And what was that he heard in her voice? Hopefulness? He took a moment to think. Should I tell her the truth? What will she think? He swallowed, preparing himself.

"Yes," he hesitated. "I did lie about that. But…" he stammered, but quickly regained his composure. "I was telling the truth when I said I regret it."

"Why?" Judy blurted again, before chastising herself. Why couldn't she control herself around him?

"Because," he continued, deciding to be entirely honest with her. "I didn't get the same feeling."

"The same feeling as what?" asked Judy, this time more deliberately.

"The feeling that I can't form a coherent sentence, the feeling of my pulse racing, my heart pounding in my chest. The feeling that I get when I'm around you."

Judy's eyes bulged, her mouth falling open. What? He gets that feeling around ME? Why? What does that mean? Does it mean he's interested in me too?

"W- what?" Judy stammered, her voice having risen in pitch.

"The feeling I get when I'm around you, Judy. I'm interested in you, and I know I've probably terrified you, and that you probably don't feel the same way, but I just can't lie to you. I don't know why, but I just can't bring myself to." Nick replied, looking directly into Judy's eyes. She saw the sincerity in his viridescent orbs.

Judy stood up from the chair, keeping her gaze on him, and walked around the table. She finished her journey, hesitated for a moment, then leaned up to him and planted her lips on his.


"Oh my! How perfect," exclaimed the diminutive sheep as she watched the security camera footage from the bunker's dining hall. Bellwether had known about the mayor's attraction to prey animals, and had leaked the photo of him with the rabbit, but had no idea that this was the reason for his affair. He had been able to play off the photo as having been edited, but this video, this would be enough to destroy him. Probably enough to get him impeached for lying under oath. This hadn't been part of her plan, but she was more than willing to run with it. But she would have to wait to leak this video. The terrorist attack she had staged would overshadow this piece of news if she leaked it now. Besides, she needed to stir up fears of predators even more. Maybe another attack, or perhaps more night howler induced savagery. She would certainly need to decide.


Nick's eyes opened slowly. He felt wonderful in the large, comfortable bed. He turned his head to look for a clock. He saw one, which read 5:20 am. Wow, I'm up early. I guess I can go back to sleep. He turned onto his side, and hit a warm grey ball. What is thi- Oh. Judy. A smile crept onto his lips. He began to remember the events of the previous night, and his smile just kept growing. He wrapped his arm around her, and quickly fell back asleep.


"Wake up!" Judy said, poking Nick in the chest. She had woken up at 6:00, which was much later than she usually woke, and as she had been getting dressed, she received a phone call from the chief. He had told her that it was safe for the mayor to come out of the bunker.

"Unh… why?" Nick grunted, eyes still shut. Judy snickered at his reaction.

"It's time to leave. Come on!" she exclaimed, grabbing his arm and dragging him from the bed. She threw him his suit and hopped out of the room. Nick groaned and began dressing.

A few minutes later, they emerged from the bunker, and to their surprise, saw no one. No reporters, no journalists, not even any police cars.

"Huh. I was expecting a crowd. I guess the bunker's location is secret," mused Nick. He and Judy then walked to the barn, and got into the SUV that had been parked there since they arrived. Judy started the car, and began driving to the city center.


"So…" Nick said after a couple minutes of silence. "About last night, what exactly was that?"

Fun. Judy's mind thought immediately. She snickered internally. Seriously though, what was it? Was it just a one time thing? Or is it more? An affair? A relationship? She bit the inside of her cheek.

"Uh… I don't know." she finally said aloud, after mulling it over in her head for a while.

"Well," Nick said, and hesitated before continuing. "I certainly enjoyed it. I wouldn't say no to doing it again. Of course, if you don't want to, that's... fine."

"No, I'd like to keep- What is going on?" Judy replied, narrowing her eyes. Nick looked forward and saw a very large crowd of animals outside a large church-like building.


Hundreds of animals stood about, waving signs, yelling, throwing rocks and bottles at the church, some brandishing weapons such as tasers, knives, axes, shovels, and the like. Inside the church, a group of about fifteen wolves, several of which were children, cowering, crying, praying, and huddling together.

"Do not worry, my children," an elderly wolf in a white and gold robe and matching hat said, looking at his congregation. "The mammals outside do not hate us, they are merely afraid, just as we are. Do not become angry at them, I beg of you, for it will only lead to hatred, and as we know, Akela says in the canavar, hatred is one of the tenets of sin. To hate is to disappoint Akela, and to disappoint Akela is to sin."

One of the children stood up, a young teenage she-wolf. She wore a red dress covering everything but her face, in keeping with the more fundamentalist aspects of the Canavari religion.

"My child, do you have something to say?" asked the older wolf. She did not respond, but instead just walked to the doors of the church, and out.


Judy pulled over the car and as they were about to get out to see what was going on, they saw the crowd become far more animated, the police surrounding them raising their tasers and dart rifles. Then, a white flash temporarily blinded both of them.


The doors of the church opened, and the young she-wolf emerged. The mammals in the front of the crowd began throwing their rocks and bottles at her, some hitting her, others not. She kept walking, into the center of the crowd, still silent, and upon reaching it, shouted.

"Akela Antar!" she exclaimed, then clicked the button in her paw, triggering the explosive vest she was clad in.

Almost the entire crowd was engulfed in the blast, and of those who weren't, many were killed by the shockwave, flames, or shrapnel. The wolves in the church, as well as Nick and Judy looked in horror at the scene, minds trying desperately to wrap themselves around the fact that they just witnessed the greatest act of terror in the history of Zootopia.


"Peter, what are your views on this seemingly new, radical branch of the Canavari faith?" asked the female snow leopard.

"Well, Fabienne, I think that it is very shocking that there seems to be an organized network of these terrorists, yet the ZPD claims to have no knowledge of them. Furthermore, with more and more wolves, and specifically Canavari Wolves, moving to Zootopia from Lupenon and other nations with heavy wolf populations, one has to wonder, how many of them are going to commit such attacks?" Moosebridge responded.

"Indeed. Some citizens even say we should outright ban the Canavari from immigrating, or if we do let them in, we should have a registry, and track them. We have the Mayor, Nicholas Wilde, here for an interview on the subject, and we'll be right back with that after this short break. Until then, I'm Fabienne Growley, ZNN, signing off."