Just got a damn good idea! Judy Hopps from Zootopia employing ballbusting to apprehend a violent (and nude) suspect.
“You’re under arrest! Stay right where you are, and keep your paws where I can see them.” Judy grabbed the radio on her belt. “This is Officer Hopps, requesting backup at 4th and Boulder – I’ve apprehended the robbery suspect. I’ve got him cornered in the jeweler’s shop.”
The suspect snickered, a bag of stolen gems clasped in his paw. He was a lion – easily twice her height, and well-muscled to boot. Unconcerned, the larger predator strode towards her and pushed her roughly to the ground.
The female let out an “eep!” of surprise as she tumbled backwards, her well-padded rear only slightly cushioning the fall. Her radio skidded across the floor, well out of reach.
“You actually think you can keep me here ‘til your cop friends arrive?” He sneered down at the surprised bunny. “You’re a fuckin’ runt!”
Judy’s eyes went wide with fright for a moment, but quickly narrowed into slits. “You just assaulted a police officer. I’m authorized to respond with non-lethal force.”
“You don’t even have a taser,” the larger male scoffed, standing over her threateningly. “What the hell is little girl like you gonna–”
The bunny pulled her powerful legs into her chest, rolled backwards slightly, and SLAMMED both footpaws up between the male’s legs with all of the force that she could muster.
The lion’s words caught in his throat as he was lifted up onto his tiptoes, his fat furry testicles crushed flat between Judy’s brutally strong kick and his own pelvic bone. The sack of jewels slid from his paw, its contents scattering loudly across the floor of the shop. Agony exploded in his gut, and a lancing pain shot through the heart of his right gonad, the poor orb soaking up the brunt of the bunny’s blow.
Then she did it again – twice more, in fact, pistoning her legs up into his crotch until the male finally began crumpling to the ground. She slid quickly out of the way as the big cat came toppling down to earth, his paws latched around his wounded kittenmakers.
“…M-my nuts,” he croaked. Sure, he had been kicked in the balls before, but never like THIS. He let out a long, mewling cry, twitching as wave after wave of nutpain radiated through his body. “OhhhhHHHhhh…!”
Judy climbed back to her feet, brushing the dirt off of her uniform, then walked over and picked up her radio.
“Bring a medic, too,” she added. “I might have, uh, damaged some jewels.”