It was a beautiful night in Zootopia as its 49.8 million denizens settled in for the night, getting ready to strip nude and strut around the bedroom and blow their horny-ass rocks off—I mean, make love in a gentle, respectable, humane way, not with all that horny-ass shit parents don't want you to read about.
And so a big-eared vulpine sat in his patrol car, saw his big-eared lepine partner in law enforcement and marveled at the way her uniform went over her mounds of femininity, and felt a subtle surge of blood pulse his penus.
"Hey Hopps," said the vulpine in a leary purr as he slurped his coffee—"wanna have sex?"
She turned to her, looking like she wanted to rip his penus off. "Um...no, Nick. I'm a rabbit, you're a fox. You find a vixen, I find a buck. That's nature."
Nick goggled at her for a moment, then turned away and slapped his forehead. "Dammit, what was I thinking?" he muttered. "Thanks Hopps, for setting me straight."
And the two carried on with their patrol while feeling absolutely zero sexual inclination for each other whatsoever.