Author's note going forward: To avoid confusion and to give a little mental visualization, short animals like Nick and Buster are given a little height boost, i.e. Buster is a little over half of Suki's height.

Zootopia, The Rainforest District, Crimson Den.

Nick sat in his office, his gaze fixed on the rainforest outside. Many animals went about their business, completely unaware of the storm brewing in Redshore City. Nick got up from his desk and looked at the pictures on the wall, each one was of his many lovers, and in the center were the two that mattered the most to him.

The one on the right was of his beloved wife, Kris. Her green eyes were so full of love; her smile so full of life, and best of all was the wedding ring on her finger. The fox felt his heart flutter as he brushed his fingers over the smiling face of Kris, as if she was right there in the room with him.

Then he turned to look at the one on the left, which was of his mother, Kayla Wilde. She looked so kind, but what Nick had learned from his grandfather, she had a very dark side he had no idea about. It frightened Nick to know that the woman he had fallen in love with first was secretly the terrorist leader, Axis.

Just thinking about how she had deceived him, took his son hostage, committed countless acts of terrorism and even maybe had something to do with Angela Swinton's attack on Zootopia. Nick clenched his fists and turned away in a fit of rage.

"WHO ARE YOU!?" he shouted. "Are you Axis? Or are you my mother?" His yelling was loud enough to get the attention of his secretary, Vixey. She came rushing in and saw Nick going through his liquor cabinet. The angry fox pulled out a bottle of Diva Vodka.

"You know that costs about one million dollars, right?" Vixey said watching Nick pop the top off before taking a big swing from the bottle.

"I know," Nick sighed sadly, not really caring about the price. He was so confused on how to deal with his mother. A part of him wanted to go and see her, but another wanted nothing to do with her. It was so confusing for Nick.

Turing to his secretary, Nick looked at her, his eyes full of tears. "Vixey, have you ever felt so lost because the one you loved the most ended up being someone else?"

Vixey knew what her boss meant. She still felt the betrayal of her ex-boyfriend, Tod. The lovely vixen replayed that fateful night, she came home to find Tod with his best friend Copper, both necked and fucking like mad. Vixey stood there is silence as she listened to Tod confess his feelings to Copper. Then they kissed, before noticing her.

Oh yes, Vixey was no stranger to betrayal. Looking back at Nick, she nodded. "Yes," the vixen said softly.

"Then what should I do?" Nick asked her.

Vixey reached her hand out and took the bottle away from Nick, who in return reached for another bottle of liquor. The vixen quickly blocked him from getting another.

"Out of my way, Vixey," he grumbled, but the lovely vixen stayed where she stood.

With no warning, Vixey slapped Nick across the face. "Stop acting like you're life is over!" she shouted.

Nick held his burning cheek as he looked at her. The vixen put the Vodka back in the cabinet and slammed the door shut.

"Look, you will never get over you're pain if you don't face your mother now," she said, before grabbing Nick by the ear and dragging him out of his office. When they reached the office door, Vixen made one final threat to her boss. "If you ever want to fuck me again, you are going to go see you mother and get things sorted out, otherwise, you can start looking for a new secretary." Then she pushed Nick and locked him out of his office.

"BITCH!" he shouted. "Fine! I'll go see my mother."

Ten minutes later…

Nick stood outside his mother's hospital room, the sound of June and Marian's voices could be heard as they talked with his mother. The fox mob boss knocked on the door before entering and greeted the two soon to be mothers. He walked up to his favorite Milf lover and placed his hands on June's pregnant belly.

"When are they do?" he asked.

June smiled.

"Two more weeks and I'll be giving Max some wonderful little pups."

Marian also was looking forward to her due date around the same time. After a brief talk with the ladies, Nick looked over at his mother who seemed to be very upset, because she knew why he was really here. Turning to June and Marian, Nick asked them to leave.

Once the mother fox was alone with her son, Nick took a seat next to her bed. The look he gave Kayla really caused the tears to build up in her eyes there once so full of love and lust for her son.

"Why?" he finally asked her. "Why did you do all this?"

Kayla wiped away a tear. "I did it all for our family; our children and for your father."

Nick frowned and turned away to look out the window. From what he could see, the animals of Zootopia were still rebuilding their lives from the war with the Lords of Prey.

"And what about them?" he asked turning back to face Kayla. "Not only have they suffered because of you, but so have I."

The mother fox was unable to hold back her tears and she began to sob as she tried to explain the whole thing to her son.

"I never meant for you to be caught up in this vendetta of mine. Swinton and Bellwether needed to be dealt with first, but I had no idea just how crazy those two were."

Crazy indeed. But Swinton was one good lay. Nick thought, but found the will to looked at his mother with sympathy. "Was our relationship and getting you pregnant just part of you plan? Or was that one real?" he asked.

"It was real," Kayla replied.

"I loved you so much that I willing to be your lover until the day I die."

"You put my son, your own grandson Jason in great danger."

"I was testing you…to see if you were willing to give up everything for your son to keep him safe."

"Is that why you chose to follow me to Jasper City? To test me?"

"Yes, but also to protect you."

Nick looked at his mother, then at the door. Getting up he quickly put a "Do not disturb" sign on the door before returning to his mother's side. The handsome fox started creasing his mother's cheeks.

"I'll forgive you mom, but I need to see if you can take your punishment," he said before pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was to him nothing but love and warmth. Nick smiled as his tongue started rubbing against Kayla's in a show of dominance. Soon, both mother and son pulled away.

Nick looked into his mother's eyes. "I love you, mom. Considered yourself to be forgiven."

"Thank you, Nick," Kayla whispered. "I love you too."

After that, Nick bid his mother goodbye and hurried to his meet his driver, Manchas. The handsome black jaguar was already waiting for Nick, and was happy to drive Nick to the airport. Once they arrived, Nick was surprised to see Dax and Sam were already waiting for him at the gate. Turning back to his driver, Nick snapped his fingers. "Manchas, get my bags and have them sent to gate 5."

"Yes, sir," Manchas said.

Nick, Sam and Dax hurried off to catch their flight, but of course, the fox felt the need to use the bathroom before takeoff. As he entered the men's room, the fox felt uneasy with two handsome water deers staring at him. Noticing an empty stall, Nick hurried inside and closed the door.

Nick could see the stalls next him were now occupied by the two water deer. Silently, pulling himself up, Nick steadied himself on the stall walls. Two silent thuds were heard, followed by the sound of the water deers falling to the floor. They had fired into his stall, but missed him and ended up killing each other.

When Nick left the bathroom, he looked at a security guard with a smile. "There are two dead guys in the bathroom." then handing the guard some money and a piece of paper with a phone number, he left with these parting words.

"At least the bathroom now has some glory holes."

Meanwhile, In Calatonia…

Porsha tossed and turned in her bed, the young wolf trying and failing desperately to get to sleep. Normally she didn't have this problem, but due to recent events, it was taking a toll on her. And every time she would turn to face the digital clock on the nightstand by her bed, the green-hued 3:17 staring mockingly into her face, Porsha would let out a sound that seemed a combination of a groan and a whimper, throwing a forearm over her eyes in agitation.

"Screw it!" she lowly growled to herself, uncovering her eyes so she could grab a hold of her blanket, flinging it off her form so that she could get out of bed. And while many would assume that the "daughter" of a certain, recently incarcerated entertainment mogul would wear better pajamas, Porsha was always content with a simple tank top, usually purple in color, and a pair of black, skintight gym shorts.

She always fancied herself a sort of tomboy.

And while it was true that she had such fine clothes and objects, Porsha had made a personal decision to distance herself from anything that could trigger any unpleasant memories. And right now, staying in the spare bedroom of the apartment over the New Moon Theater was just what she needed to get her mind off the rotten, neglectful, abusive Jimmy Crystal, who always insisted on the height of luxury for everyday living by staying in a lavish penthouse in his hotel/theater. Not that she had much a choice, having only just turned eighteen a month before she had her first with Nick and started her lesbian relationship with Suki. And it was only when Porsha first moved in to the tiny-by-comparison apartment that she realized…

She felt more smothered in Mr. Crystal's world than she did here.

Swinging her legs over the edge of her bed, the soft shag carpet tickling the pads on her soles and toes, Porsha just sat in silence for a few minutes, hands clutching the edge of her modest twin bed, a far cry from the large queen she was used to. Luckily, thanks to the efforts of Suki, Porsha was able to get her blankets and pillows from her old room and Crystal Towers. Heck, the saluki even saw to it that she got her TV and speakers. And looking at the still fresh wallpaper, Porsha couldn't help but smile at the memory of Mr. Moon, or Buster as he insisted on being called, fussing over the room being redone to her liking. It was at that moment Porsha realized just how much the koala cared for his friends.

If she could even call herself that.

In truth, Porsha had a lot of time to reflect on her past actions. Even though Buster had welcomed her back to the show with open arms after her little episode at being "fired," the teen wolf still felt she didn't deserve such forgiveness. And it was only after the indefinite hiatus for "Out of this World" began three weeks ago that her guilt was still very much present.

"Can't sleep?"

Having let her eyes drift down to the floor, her mind lost in deep thought, Porsha hadn't noticed the door to her room open, making way for her koala guardian, or as some might put it landlord. Though seeing as how Buster didn't charge Porsha rent, he was deemed "a pretty lousy one." But the sudden intrusion did succeed in making Porsha jump a little, her wide eyes looking straight into Buster's, who quickly raised a defensive hand.

"Sorry," he whispered, stepping fully into the room, the light from the city out of the window letting Porsha get a good look at the koala, dressed in shirt so large for him that looked like a night gown, "I was just getting some water and decided to check in on you."

Upon hearing this, Porsha let a small smile grace her muzzle, her shoulders coming up in an indifferent shrug as she looked at Buster.

"I'm fine," she softly replied, "thanks Daddy."

Even though Porsha had been insistent on calling Buster by that name at first, saying that it made her feel more comfortable given their current position, Buster couldn't help noticing how much since her first night with him that Porsha seemed to mean it when she called him "daddy." And if Buster was being honest with himself, the more time he spent with Porsha, the more he saw her as his own kid.

And that off course, came with fatherly concern.

"You're not fine kiddo," he said with a sign, making his way over to the bed, plopping down beside her at the head of her bed. And the moment he was seated on the bed's edge, Buster sent a worried glance toward Porsha, the wolf now looking at her hands as they sat in her lap. And it was only when she felt a tiny hand on her forearm that Porsha brought herself to look at Buster, who looked back with almost pleading eyes, his ears down as he looked worriedly at the teen beside him.

"Talk to me Kiddo."

And while Porsha had adopted a sheltered state of mind when it came to her feelings, a very bad trait she developed from her time with with Mr. Crystal, she knew that she could at least trust Buster enough to confide in him. And so, with deep breath, Porsha began to speak.

"It's just," she began, her gaze once again falling to her lap, "I'm just so confused right now. I pretty much had everything handed to me on a silver platter. The best clothes, the best shoes, everything I could want. I guess what I'm saying is, I was kinda spoiled."

"Kind of?" Buster playful teased, the reaction getting a little giggle from Porsha.

"Okay," Porsha said while rolling her eyes, "a LOT spoiled."

Suddenly, Porsha's smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared, another deep frown forming on her muzzle as her gaze once again returned to her hand sin her lap, which seemed to be her favorite point of interest as noticed by Buster.

"And I guess I also feel kind of guilty. Me being the way I am, freaking out when I thought you fired me. If I had just kept my cool and let you explain…"

At this point Buster could see Porsha's resolve breaking, a thin line of tears appearing in her eyes as she spoke. Before long, Buster's heart broke as he heard Porsha's breath become uneven, a clear sign she was fighting the urge to cry.

"I got raped in front of Suki and you almost died because of me," she finally said in a pained whisper, the tears now coming without any gateway.

Buster had known about the abuse Jimmy had been known to dish out on Porsha but hearing that the white wolf had taken it to a whole new level shocked him.

"You should hate me," she quietly sobbed.

"Everyone should hate me… but you all have been so nice to me and I-I…I-I feel like…I don't deserve it!"

And with that everything came forward as Porsha brought her hands up to her face, her shoulder's shaking as her body was racked with violent sobs. At this point, Buster's heart was shattered as he watched this usually strong, independent girl reduced to such a self-doubting mess. And it was only when he placed his hand on her thigh that Buster saw just how broken she was when she flung herself at him, her arms wrapping around his middle frame as she cried into his chest.

For several minutes Buster didn't know what to do except comfort Porsha by running his fingers through the fur on the top of her head, putting some emphasis on her pinned down ears, the action seeming to calm Porsha down to the point that her sobs become soft whimpers, accompanied by a hiccup or two. And it after just sitting in silence for a few minutes, Buster finally decided to offer Porsha comfort in words.

"You deserve far better than what you had kiddo," he said, continuing to run his fingers through her fur.

"And with us, you will have that…you'll have a FAMILY that will love and always support you…Never doubt that."

And after a few moments of silence, Buster received the shock of his life in the form of a soft confession.

"I Love You Daddy."

Those words, those four simple words, where all Buster needed to know that when Porsha called him "daddy…"

She meant it.

But, before Buster had a chance to respond, he noticed that Porsha's breathing had slowed to the point where it was almost tranquil. And upon looking at her face, Buster let a soft smile trace his lips as he saw Porsha's eyes were closed, all these factors indicating she had fallen asleep. For a few more minutes Buster just stayed in place, continuing to comfort Porsha, the girl letting out unconscious hums of content as he did so. And it was only after making sure she was in a deep enough sleep that Buster removed himself from her hold, taking extra care not to wake her. And after a little extra effort to get her more comfortable on her bed, a task made a little difficult due to their size difference, Buster moved to get off the bed. But before he did, he made sure to give Porsha a gentle kiss on her forehead before whispering…

"I Love You Too, Baby Girl."

And with that, Buster quietly moved himself off the bed before leaving the room, not noticing the small smile that had spread on a sleeping Porsha's muzzle. And once the door was closed, Buster couldn't help but smile brightly at the thought of what had just transpired. Followed by an idea of what he could do to make Porsha feel better.

BZZZT! BZZZT!

Suki groggily reached for her phone on the counter, red rob tied loosely around her frame as she limply held a cup of coffee in her other hand. And given the fact that her mangy bed-head hung over her eyes, which were missing their round glasses, Suki's irritation as to who would be calling her as she just got up skyrocketed. But upon squinting her eyes to focus on the blue light of her screen, her irritation was replaced with concern when she saw Buster's text…under the name she had for him under her contacts.

And one thing was for sure, she would surely die of embarrassment if he ever saw it.

KoalaKutie: Sorry for the early text, but Porsha's had a bad night…wanted to make her a special breakfast. Any ideas?

On the other end of the conversation, Buster sat on the couch, his phone in his hands as he waited for Suki to respond. And even though the three-hour time difference between them meant that Suki may have just woken up, Buster just didn't have anyone else to ask about Porsha's interest. But he figured, if anyone knew, it was Suki. Buster even smiled at how much the saluki seemed to care for Porsha. In fact, she seemed to be the only one to genuinely care for the girl when Jimmy Crystal was still running his empire.

DING!

Buster was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the notification alarm on his phone. Looking down, he saw that Suki had returned his text.

Suki: It's fine. I had just gotten up anyway. If you want to do something special, Porsha loves French Toast. Tell her I said high.

As Suki sat on her couch, her glasses now on her face, her attention solely on her phone, which lit up with Buster's response.

KoalaKutie: Thanks, and will do. Take Care Suki.

Suki: You Too.

Before long, Buster began to settle back in for the night, the koala just as emotionally exhausted from the day's events. But, the same could not be said for a certain lynx across town.

As Nooshy made her way through workshop of Big Daddy's garage, her stomach having woken her up for a late night snack, she noticed that the back door was slightly ajar. Curiosity getting the better of her, Nooshy quietly made her way to the door, the lynx poking her head outside to see what was going on. And needless to say, she let out a quiet breath of relief as the only occupant of the balcony was Johnny, the Gorilla dressed for bed in the same outfit he wore when practicing for out of this world. And as Nooshy observed, his attention was solely on a lone puddle at his feet…

That is until she cleared her throat.

"Hey," Johnny said with a light laugh as he looked at Nooshy, the lynx suddenly feeling her breath catch in her throat as she took in the almost dreamlike aura radiating from Johnny, all thanks to the multicolored lights coming from the surrounding buildings. In fact, Nooshy found herself biting her lip as she looked into Johnny's deep, soulful eyes.

Like a Chocolate lake, Nooshy thought to herself, only to shake the intrusive thought away.

"You okay."

Nooshy was pulled from her thoughts when she noticed that Johnny was staring at her with concern. The almost childlike innocence making her feel warm and fuzzy as butterflies did flips in her stomach. And one thing was for sure…Nooshy hated it.

"Y-yeah, it's just…" Nooshy stammered, unable to take her eyes of Johnny's, the gorilla placing a comforting hand on her shoulder as he continued to hold his concerned gaze. And it was at that moment Nooshy realized just how scared she was. And it wasn't because of the situation she was in right now…but the WHOLE mess they were in. Her nerves were as shot as everyone else's, her mind always racing and her heart always feeling like it was going o explode. And the more she thought about it, the more she realized how precious time was, especially with the risks that they were all taking.

Fuck it, she thought to herself, the sudden expression of determination on her face making Johnny feel unnerved before the gorilla's eyes shot open at what happened next.

In what could only be described as a lightning quick move, Nooshy grabbed Johnny's cheeks, the lynx wasting no time in smashing her lips to his, a loud runt of surprise escaping Johnny's throat at what was happening. In truth, he really didn't know how to respond. This was his first kiss, and nothing could have prepared him for it. But, Johnny found himself pulled from his musings as he suddenly felt something prodding at his lips. And the moment he realized what it was…well, he couldn't explain, but all that fear and uncertainty just seemed to melt away as his eyes slowly closed and his large arms wrapped around Nooshy's skinny frame as he granted her entrance, the lynx wrapping her arms around his thick neck in order to deepen the embrace.

For a solid minute the two just stood there, a battle of dominance taking place in their mouths as they softly moaned together, the feeling of being in each other's arms just feeling so right, even though they had only met just a few weeks ago. But they could care less. Unfortunately, the need for air arose, the new couple reluctantly parting, their breathing uneven as they panted from the exhilarating moment they just had.

"Well, that's forward, isn't it?" Johnny panted out with a laugh, the laugh returned in the form of small, breathless giggle as Nooshy held her grip on the back of his head.

"Shut up, ya weirdo," she rasped out before pulling Johnny back into another, much more heated kiss, both packing as much passion as they could into this one moment.

Porsha groaned at the sunlight that hit her eyes through the window blinds, her face scrunching up in discomfort. But, after taking a few moments to regain her bearings, Porsha finally sat up in bed, stretching her arms over her head as she let out a long yawn as she glanced at the clock that read quarter past nine. And when that was done and over with, she tossed off her blanket and got out of bed, dragging her feet lazily on the carpeted floor before she finally reached the door.

In an instant, her nostrils were filled with a powerful scent. And as a wolf, she could pick it apart and identify each ingredient. There was egg, milk, sugar, bread, a little cinnamon, and a dash of vanilla. And it was at that moment that Porsha's face instantly lit up and her tail started wagging as she picked up her pace toward the Kitchen/living room. And once there, she was met with the sight of Buster, dressed in his dress pants, shoes and white shirt, standing on a step-stool so he could be over stovetop, flipping another piece of French toast on a tall pile of the aforementioned food.

"Good morning, My Little Pup," Buster called upon noticing Porsha, the teen just eyeing the tower of French toast like she was ready to tear into it, "I made you some breakfast. I figured after last night you could use a pick me up. Also, Suki says hi."

Upon hearing this, Porsha's demeanor slightly faltered upon being reminded about last night. But, realizing that Buster did care enough to obviously ask Suki for advice, she figured that he did genuinely care about like her father's former talent scout did. Not giving it another thought, Porsha went to grab a plate, immediately placing four slices of French toast on with a generous drizzle of maple syrup before taking a seat at the breakfast nook. And when she took her first bite…

"WOW DADDY! THIS IS GREAT!"

"I thought you'd like it," Buster proudly responded as he flipped the last piece of French toast onto the leaning tower of bread, "it was my dad's recipe. Also, I wanted to let you know that today is all about you. Anything you want to do, just say it!"

Giving it a moment of thought, Porsha decided that right now, she was content with staying in.

"I think I just want to stay in today, daddy. Maybe we can do a Sky-Fi marathon."

Buster couldn't help but mentally chuckle at Porsha's continued mispronunciation of sci-fi. But, seeing as how last night still seemed to linger in the girl's mind, Buster thought that her idea seemed pretty good to him.

"Sure thing, Princess," he said as he got down from the step ladder before making his way over to Porsha, who at this point had just finished her French toast.

"Why don't you get ready, I'll clean up, and once we're all set, we can head to the rental store?"

"Sound's great," Porsha said cheerfully as she made her way to the bathroom to freshen up, but not before squatting down to planting a quick peck on Buster's cheek, which left the koala speechless, but at the same time moved by the gesture. And just as Porsha was about to walk away, Buster called out to her, catching her attention.

"Hey…Love Ya Baby Girl."

And all Porsha could do was smile.

"Love you too Daddy."

And as Porsha went about her business, Buster just stood in silence, his mind reeling at the thought that that wolf, that innocent child…

Was now his Daughter.

Yeah, he thought to himself with a smile, I can get used to this.

But as Buster and Porsha prepared for their day together, a plane had just touched down at Red Shore's Airport. And inside the first-class accommodations, Nick turned to Dax and Sam.

"You all know the plan?" he asked them, receiving a nod from the silver wolf.

"Sam and I will go meet the Bad Guys at the checkpoint to set up our recon and intelligence networks," Dax said with a smile.

Sam then spoke up.

"After that, I'll contact Max, Mr. Big and Jack to set up some secure locations for us, thus making it easier to keep an eye out for trouble."

"Good," Nick smiled.

"I'll get to the hotel, and call Big Daddy."

The three men quickly hurried off, but as Nick made it outside, he saw a taxi waiting for its passenger to exit. A bulldog who had to be the same age as Max paid his fare and left the taxi. The fox hurried over to the open back door and was about to enter when he stopped after noticing that the gentleman before him had left his briefcase in the taxi.

Unknown to Nick, another assassin had been waiting for his chance to get back at Nick for his involvement in bringing down the Lords of Prey. His weapon of choice… A seven-inch knife.

As Nick picked up the briefcase, he turned around just as the assassin thrusted his knife towards the fox, only for it to end up being blocked by the briefcase. Nick looked at the assassin confused.

"What are you doing?" he asked, not noticing that three inches of knife blade was close to his heart.

Suddenly, the old bulldog rushed up.

"Hey! That's my case!" he growled, snatching his briefcase away from Nick, before shoving it into the unlucky assassin. He let out a pained gasp as the bulldog hurried inside the airport to catch his flight.

Nick smiled and said to the wounded assassin.

"Lucky for you I'm in a hurry, otherwise I would have had you iced."

He jumped into the taxi as the assassin fell dead on the sidewalk.