This is my first zootopia fanfic ever, hope you guys like it! I had this need to write something zootopia related and well, I finally did. A big shoutout to EmPro8 for helping me with the story idea. I would not have been able to come up with it had he not given me a very good idea.

Chapter 1

"What just happened?"

I've never been someone to like animals. To state is as simple as possible, I just don't. Things in life just gave me every single day more reason to prefer living with only humans. Like the time in which a friend's dong bit my nose over in kindergarten, or the time a cat scratched my hand and left me with a very bothersome scar that looks as if it was the result of some epic fight but was really just my grandma's cat…

Okay, scratch the last one, I like telling the tale of how I survived an evil beast and lived to tell. The real experience wasn't pretty at all though.

So yeah, and this are just a few.

Wait, did I mention I was allergic as well? I tend to get all this need to scratch my body every time I'm around animals. I need to be far, or the animal needs to be super clean. It's bothersome, really annoying.

I tried my best to like them, I really did. My mom is a vet and my dad has pet stores all around the country. You'd normally think I'd love animals! Well, I don't. I find them bothersome, distractive, and extremely unnecessary. Like, really, why would you pay so much in food for one? Don't get me wrong, I live out of that (remember my dad sells that sorts of things), I just won't. I literally see how I could have bought a new Xbox instead of all those food bags for my mom's animals. I also get these panic attacks whenever there's and animal I don't know or that is wild. I start to hyperventilate and I lose control of my actions, tending to do some pretty embarrassing stuff. I shiver every time I remember an incident at school with those panic attacks...

Then, there's the son responsability.

What is that, you may ask? Well, I'll gladly answer. It is some term my parents invented once they were entirely certain I would never willingly do stuff with animals, and that is to help my mom the vet. Sounds fun, but remember who I am. They make me go even though I hate it with all my being.

So every evening, I needed to go from school over to where my mom worked and help her on every single thing. Be it attending a customer or cleaning a pet. Everything. I've even been present in operations by my mom, and boy were they something. Let's just say I am not one up for anything in the field of medicine, animal or human.

Wait, I feel like I forgot something…

Ohhhhh! Right! My name! How could I forget that? No, this won't do. You all need to know who I am; this is, after all, my story.

My name is Michael West. Son of Rachel and Stephen West.

I'm an average High school senior, I suppose. I have this dream of becoming a musician and I'm currently stressing myself with preparing for auditions and all that stuff. I'm not going into detail, but there is nothing I want more in this world than making a soundtrack for a hollywood film. My grades are average, I don't really want to spend my life under a desk working on something that's got to do with numbers, or science, or anything at all that's not music.

This is me in a nutshell. Of course I could go rambling about my personal life, my young days, things that don't really matter now that I think about it. No, you guys came to read this because I have something else to tell you…

It all began in a hot and sunny evening, the likes of which I tend to prefer being in my room or with my friends playing basketball. My mom was attending clients and I was trying not to stare at any of the animals. I had been attending to the animals that I really loved, and cleaning after them and all those things that made me want to get out of there. Every time I had to touch one of them, I couldn't help but cringe a little and fear that my allergy would show up, some part of me wanting to run from them. I honestly couldn't help but wonder, even though I know my mother needed help with it, why she made me go through all that torment knowing how bad it was for me.

I had finally finished the chores and managed to sit down. I had my earphones on and music at a dangerous volume that are hazardous for my hearing (and yet I still do because then where's the fun in listening to music?). My hands were imitating very faintly the movements of an orchestra conductor, playing Beethoven's fifth symphony. I generally go more for Tchaikovsky, but Beethoven was really good and I like most classical music.

I was so lost in my own little world of music that I did not hear my mother calling out for me. As I was about to enter into an amazing part of the piece, I felt a slap in the head. I almost jumped in the air out of surprise, but instead took off my earphones, not without making an appropriate reaction.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed. I looked back and saw my mother looking at me with the glare that tells you that you're in problems. "What was that for?!" I exclaimed, sounding offended. My mom generally allowed me to do what I was doing then, so I was genuinely surprised.

She sighed and crossed her arms. "You know, I was calling for you." I groan.

"Come on mom, can't I finish this piece please, It's almost over!"

She shook her head. "No! Now you listen to me!" she exclaimed. I cringed a little. She was usually this happy woman that never got angry. Actually watching her go full angry mom on me was something I rarely got to see, and every time I did I wished I didn't. "You can't just keep ignoring your surroundings with your music. I know what you want to do, but that doesn't give you the right to ignore your mother."

"It's just gonna be something again about the animals, and you know well enough how I feel about them." I pointed that out matter-of-factly. She knew it, and I've made that point clear throughout my childhood.

"You know, you can't keep that problem of yours forever. Whatever problem you have, you need to grow up."

That was quickly making me angry. I hated to hear her try and sermon me about animals and how I should love them. "Grow up?" I said angrily. "I am already grown up for that, and you telling me to like them isn't changing a thing." I kicked a cage to prove my point. The dog inside whimpered and then started barking at me. My mother turned her face down in shock, quickly advancing at me and holding my wrist angrily.

"Why did you do that!?" she said angrily. I simply kicked it again.

"They're just dumb animals, mom! You care too much for them, and since I was a kid you cared more for them than for me!" I quickly shoved my hand, making her unhand me. She stared at me unable to say something.

She looked confused and then sad. "That's not true. I love you more than you think," she said slowly.

I groaned. "Whatever…" Turning around, I made for the door.

"Where do you think you're going?!" she exclaimed at my back. I simply shrugged and got to the door, opening it and turning my head slightly towards her.

"Home, I had enough animals for a lifetime."

I quickly closed the door before she could say anything else.

I finally reached my house. It was a normal one story house, with a small U.S. flag in the porch. Making my way to the door, I took out the keys and unlocked the door.

Just as I opened it, I noticed a squirrel staring intently at me a few feet away.

I cringed a little, feeling again a little fear. I stared at it neutrally and simply entered and closed the door behind me.

This things tended to happen; animals had that effect on me.

The moment I entered I felt something was off. I could somehow feel it in the back of my mind. Something was making me feel goosebumps, and I didn't like it.

Choosing to ignore the feelings, I instead opted to go into my room and open my laptop. The nice sound of the internal fan made me smile. I had the whole evening for myself.

I knew perfectly well how my mother was going to be once she was back at the house, and then my father would support her on everything do both of them would again tell me something about how I couldn't keep feeling wrong around animals.

I sighed and opened League of Legends. Immediately the screen opened up and I looked to see if any of my friends were connected. That's when I noticed the squirrel.

I stared in shock as the animal made its way up my table and onto my keyboard. The animal was standing barely a feet away from me, and I couldn't help but to feel frozen.

Squirrels carried tons of diseases, or so I was told.

I waited to see what the animal would do. How'd it get inside either way? I made sure the door was closed!

Suddenly, the animal jumped at me. More specifically, at my face. I screamed in utter horror as I felt its tiny claws against me. I jumped, but miscalculated and ended up hitting my legs against the table. I lost balance only to fall backwards.

The animal kept trying to bite me, and I was lost in fear. I know, It was just a squirrel, but even then I still have panic over most animals, especially those that aren't domesticated.

I opted for standing up and running out of the house. Before the animal managed to catch up to me, I was out and with the door closed. I stood there, unsure of what to do. That's when I noticed a bird looking at me. Then another one landed beside it. Then another squirrel, followed by other two. Then a dog, then I was surprised to see a deer, then two deer, then three deer. I was seriously breaking down at this point. My mind couldn't understand what was happening, and my fear of animals had taken over, making it impossible for me to do anything rational. In a desperate move to get myself away from those devils, I ran as fast as I could towards a forest that was behind my house. I looked back and saw as the animals ran behind me.

I shouldn't have looked back, for as I focused again up front I failed to see a root that stood above the ground. Also, being right on the verge of the worst panic attack was making my feet feel like jelly and it was something I couldn't have stopped.

I saw as the world spinned and then a terrible pain on my head. Then darkness.

And my parents still asked me why I hated animals...

I groaned, feeling my head throb. My heart was racing faster than ever before, and that was something. I immediately recalled what had just happened and felt a panic attack coming. I immediately felt my breathing turn fast and my heart accelerating even more. I started panting and immediately opened my eyes. A blue sky greeted my sight, along with trees around me. It was getting late by how the light looked, probably late evening, almost night. I moved my hands to clutch my chest, and feel my heartbeat...

Wait, that felt wrong…

My hands touched my chest, and I felt the weirdest things ever.

Fur…

My hands weren't even feeling okay either. They seemed weird, my fingers moving in a rather strange way. Then add the lack of feeling one of my fingers that should be there no be there.

Wait, what?!

I started shaking. My panic attack was getting worse by the second. I had this urge to scratch my whole body from head to toes from allergy. In my head nothing happened except the feeling of fear and desperation, my breathing turning short as I started panting.

Slowly, I moved my right hand towards my face. My eyes made contact with it, widening and making me feel dizzy.

Paws, I had freaking orange and black paws!

I immediately regretter my decision of looking at my ha… paws… I felt short of breath, my vision turned blurry. I felt close to blacking out, and I eventually did.

For the second time, my world turned black.

...great.

I eventually woke up, only that this time it was night. I slowly opened my eyes and stretched. I had actually been lying down in a very uncomfortable position, and even under my current weird predicament I needed to stretch. I felt with pleasure as my bones cracked and went to their right places, the nice snap of a good old stretch. My arms fell back limply to my sides, as well as my legs. I stayed there, staring at a clear night sky. It was filled with thousands of stars, almost no light pollution; that allowed me to calm myself.

In the end I stood up. I immediately noticed the weird way my legs felt, as well as how my balance seemed… much, much better. That was a reassuring thought.

That's when I noticed the tail.

I got a little scared, but since my initial shock was kind of gone I didn't have another panic attack. Thank God. My tail was brownish orange, very fluffy. I slowly reached for it and touched it with my left ha… urrr, paw… It felt really fluffy. The thought made me smile for some weird reason. I'd just called my tail fluffy. Also, I had a tail. I think I'm going mad.

I looked around. Somehow, everything seemed more… more alive. The crickets song felt very nice against my ears (which twitched around trying to catch every single freaking sound. That feels weird too!). I touched my ears and felt the pointy things animals tended to have. I then proceeded to touch my muzzle. I then looked around, unsure of what to do next.

Okay, I was already fine with my current physical condition. Not okay, just fine. No panic attacks were coming from that soon. I had a long, fluffy tail, two pointy ears and I was a combination of orange and black; mostly orange though.

I knew what I was.

I immediately moved my furry fox paws and began walking. I needed help, or something along the lines of that. That's when I realized something else.

I was naked.

I mentally slapped myself and groaned. How could my day get any worse. I was out in the wild, turned an animal, straight up naked. I know animals aren't supposed to wear clothes, but I wasn't an animal. I can't go around naked!

Priority number 1: find clothes, no matter how, just find them.

I scanned my surrounding again, maybe a hint of what could help me was around. My eyes immediately spotted a faint light in the distance. A wooden cabin.

Also good night vision. Yay! I'll have to give points to this body for that.

I approached the cabin. It was surrounded by a field of really tall grass, so approaching slowly and hidden was fairly simple and easy. The grass brushed against my new tail, tickling me a little. I had to take a point in that, I was ticklish there.

Finally reaching my destination, I proceeded to lie down on the grass beside the back of the house. I needed to see if any of the inhabitants came out, so maybe I could ask for help or know that I was hopeless and lost.

I looked at the house. It was bigger than I had thought, two stories high and a large chimney blowing up smoke towards the sky. The light inside made my eyes a little unfocused for a second, having gotten used to the moon light. I stared inside and opened my mouth wide at what I saw.

A family of pigs, eating around a table, dressed in clothes and looking like your standard twentieth-century family. Have I mentioned I'm going crazy?

Just then, one of the pigs that looked like the kid of the family went for the back door and opened it. He left the house and towards the back. I slowly and silently followed him within the tall grass, never letting my eyes off him. This reminded me a lot about those documentaries of a predator stalking his prey. Only that this time, they were sentient pigs and I was a sentient predator. That immediately ruled out getting him in that way. I was also heavily disgusted by that thought I just had. Seriously brain? I wanted it to quit thinking all that horrible stuff.

The pig suddenly seemed to get on alert. His head looked clumsily back and forth, as if sensing something was wrong. I crouched even more against the dirt, the grass covering my fully. I managed to keep watching him, my eyes scanning his every move. There was some sort of thrill to this, and it was exciting. Still, I controlled myself from doing something I'd regret.

The pig seemed to calm down and started tending to something. I shifted a little and managed to get a better view now that I didn't need to worry about him being on guard. The pig was looking at some clothes hanging outside, taking some with him before heading back inside. I shifted a little and accidentaly made the grass move more than what I wanted, causing the pig to stop right by the door. It's head turned around and scanned the grass. I didn't dare move a muscle, at least not unless it spotted me.

It seemed to shrug it off and finally went inside. I allowed a large amount of air inside, as I had been holding my breath. Good luck pig eyesight was not really good at night, or else I'd be in trouble. I mean, It had clothes for a start, and I was naked. I think that would've caused a very awkward situation. Also the fact that I was stalking the animal, I'd get a heart attack.

Wait, I'd stalk it… Without having a heart attack myself! I mentally cheered. Maybe I'd get over this panic on animals after all.

Okay, back to setting my priorities. I needed clothes. Immediately, my sight fell upon some pants and a shirt.

Should I? I mean, that'd be stealing and stealing is something I'd never done before. It would be bad for my own moral to do so. Still, It was night and I was naked without any means of getting clothing any time soon.

I groaned and proceeded to enter the backyard where the clothes hung on ropes all around. The family was again seated at the table, completely oblivious of my current position. Still, they needed to just turn a little their heads and they'd see a fox taking their clothes. I needed to be fast and silent.

Good thing I seemed to be a natural at it.

I quickly spotted some that would fit me the best. I mean, not trying to be judgemental or anything but those pigs were very fat, even the small ones. So, naturally the clothes were pretty big for a skinny animal such as what I was at the moment.

I managed to take the clothes and see if they fit before heading towards the grass once again. All had gone much more smoothly than what I'd expected…

"Mommy, mommy! Look, a fox is taking our clothes!"

Well, shhhhhh… Nope, no cursing. I don't do that ever.

I immediately jumped into the grass, practically disappearing from their sight. I quickly ran through the tall grass, listening to everything around me. I oculd feel my heart beating as fast as it could as my panic returned. They had seen me, and they probably were chasing me down…

"Stop right there thief!" the sound of a more grown up, mature being reached my ears. I turned around and saw the grass moving behind me. They were really chasing me! In the middle of the night! And a fox!

Wait, I was a fox. That meant I was fast, right?

I quickly stopped and put on the clothes. They were more of a burden in my arms than if I put them on. As I had imagined, they fit me a little too loose, but in the end they weren't that bad.

Then, the pig jumped on me.

"Gotcha!" it squealed. I immediately scampered onto my feet. The pig had my tail on it's hooves thingy. I've never known what pigs had. Never bothered to think of that before. Still, it had a really hard hold on it and it hurt! I was almost in shock now, my panic attack on the verge of exploding. My breathing was as fast as one's body could without dying. The pig had the most ugly smirk on his face, like the ones I see in horror movies. "You're coming with me and I'll get the cops!" I reflexively kicked him without thinking. He cried out in pain as my hindpaws knocked the air out of him. Releasing me, I managed to control myself and then run away. "You'll not get away!" it exclaimed. I felt as my mind turned blank in fear. No! Please no panic attack now, please! I really couldn't have that this moment! Can't it wait before I'm safe and can feel horrible without a pig screaming for my blood?

I couldn't help but have this rather random thought: I was really small, too small for a fox compared with a pig at least. I immediately shove that thought into the think later part of my mind. Run now, think later.

As I ran, I noticed as the pig's shouts came more faint by each second. Also, the threats were getting much more scary.

"You stop or I'll call the police!"

"I'll catch you and then I'll show you what we do to thieves like you!"

"Stop or I'll personally make your life hell!"

"I'll kill you!"

And so, his words were lost in the wind. I'd reached the end of the grass, and a rather dark forest. I looked back and saw the wooden house far behind. My eyes managed to see the pig running around, probably still cursing me and saying some rather disturbing things. Come on, what if his kids heard what he said?

I sighed in relief and felt my heart calming down. My breathing was very labored, but at least everything seemed fine so far.

I proceeded to enter the forest. I needed to find someplace where I could spend the night, and I just had the best idea.

I spotted a rather tall tree and then proceeded to climb it. As I did so, I felt a rather interesting thing in my paws as they instinctively revealed claws. I stared at them as I was preparing to climb. I had cool looking freaking claws!

Another point for this body. I may hate animals, but I was getting rather fond of all this cool things. Night eyesight? Superhero hearing? Claws? How awesome was that?

It took me a good ten minutes before I managed to reach the top. By then, I was extremely exhausted, and really needed to sleep. Still, I gave myself some time to scan my surroundings. After all, this was one of the tallest trees around, giving me a rather nice view of everything around me.

The pigs' house was in the distance a dot of light. I could even swear I heard curses still going on inside the field where the pig was probably still looking for me. Right on the other side, I spotted something that left my mouth wide open and wondering just where I really was.

A city took up the whole horizon. It had titanic buildings and I could see helicopters going around, as well as a few airplanes flying to and from the city. I was now wondering how I'd survive this. If I was really in a world of animals, I'd probably end up dying from a heart attack during a panic attack or something. If my allergy didn't kill me first, that is.

Wait, my allergy…

I remember that upon waking up I felt the urge to scratch myself, probably due to the fact that I was and animal. Now I didn't feel anything. That was a relieving thought.

I proceeded to look to another side and spotted a few lights far off. Probably just a town. I sighed. I'd rather go to some town than to a city full of my worst nightmares. It'd also probably help me see how I can go over my panic attacks, and maybe even don't mind about that at all.

So, with a goal in mind and a tired and body, I proceeded to lay down on a large branch. I made sure that I'd not fall, or else I'm pretty sure I'd die. I didn't want to die from falling off a tree. Imagine when people tell your life they'd say "and then he fell off a tree and died". Nope! I needed a better story.

I closed my eyes and quickly went into peaceful slumber.

Tomorrow I was going to go to that town, and then I'd see really how screwed I was...

So, let me know what you guys think! I hope it's good and you all like it. Again, thanks to EmPro8 for his help. You should check out his stuff. it's really good! Also, reviews are welcome!