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Zootopia: Gone Chapter 7

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Keywords fox 231889, rabbit 127867, m/f 39104, zootopia 10198, romance 8253, judy hopps 4810, nick wilde 3286
The rabbit parents talked frantically among themselves, going silent once they saw the mixed pair coming up to them. Nick and Judy approached them, the fox's arm wrapped awkwardly around the rabbit keeping her close to him, and making walking across the grass rather awkward in both appearance and practicality.

“Mr. and Mrs. Hopps,” Nick started, a rather smug look on his face brought about by their fearful expressions, “I'm dating your daughter.”

The parents stood silently for a few seconds, Stu looking desperately at his wife, his eyes pleading for her to respond, which she finally did, “We… we're really… glad… for you both. How exactly did IT happen?”

“It was a few weeks ago,” The fox lied, his years of conning making the practice of telling untruths a second nature to him, “Judy and I just got off work—just wrapped up a very tough case involving a spree of murdered rabbits—we we were both hungry so I took her to this place I frequent, and we ate and drank a little; I took her home shortly after that. When we got back to her apartment, neither of us wanted to say goodbye, a friendly hug quickly became a passionate kiss, and my next few hours were spent with the most wonderful girl pressed against me under the covers of her bed.”

“We didn't do anything!” Judy assured her shocked-looking parents, glaring at the heavily amused fox, and then correcting his lie, “We slept in the same bed, and talked about stuff… nothing more.”

“Not that night anyways,” Nick vaguely added, taking a small rabbit elbow to his gut in response, “Come on Carrots, I'm just kidding!”

Stu looked to his wife and rolled his eyes, the fox's banter proving his earlier point. She payed him no mind, but instead looking to the couple. The two bickered half-heartedly, Judy gripping at him only for Nick to respond with his usual sarcasm; neither of them the slightest bit upset, their endearing smiles making that obvious. Bonnie watched the moment, unable to help from smiling at the display, in that instant accepting that her police officer rabbit daughter was now dating a fox.

“Nick,” She said softly, bringing their attention to her, “Keep our Judy safe.”

Her response was a surprise to him. He had come into this moment with the expectation of not being taken seriously and profusely ostracized, but the act of her accepting their fake relationship made him immensely happy. His eyes met hers, smiling genuinely, “I'll do my best,” His gaze now drifting to his beloved, “She tends to be the one keeping me safe though.”

“Well of course I keep you safe,” Judy responded, “I wouldn't dare let anything happen to my fox.”

“Am I your fox?” He mused rhetorically, his hands moving to her face and bringing his mouth to hers briefly, separating mere moments later and responding, “Yes. Yes I am.”

“I need to go check on the crops,” Stu said, walking in the direction of the fields. Not wanting to tolerate the scene in front of him anymore.

“I'll go talk to him,” Bonnie added, looking at the couple for a moment and then scurrying after her husband.

“I can't believe you kissed me in front of my parents!” Judy exclaimed, jump up and wrapping her arms around his neck in excitement, causing him to be practically holding her, “Now they have to believe we're together!”

“Yeah...” He responded rather somberly, her words reminding him that it was all just some farce and didn't really mean anything. Nick looked away, seeing a few of the younger rabbits looking over at them, only to quickly go back to what they were doing when they noticed his gaze, “Hey Carrots, do you wanna play tag?”

“Tag?” Judy inquired. before chuckling, “What are you… ten?”

“I may be ten,” Nick responded, forcing the rabbit girl from his arms and to her feet, before poking her, “but you're it.”

The fox wasted no time in running from her, leaving Judy standing there for a few moments before she realized what had happened. With a sigh she chased after him, already knowing this was going to be a long endeavor.

Judy quickly propelled himself across the grass in chase, the fox's longer legs giving him an obvious advantage, but Judy didn't let that discourage her. She began putting more force into her steps, giving her more forward momentum, making catching up with him a realistic possibility; that is until she came upon the cluttered field of siblings unknowingly impeding her.

Nick darted past all the small rabbits, his size and malleability making going around or over them a lot simpler for him than Judy. They quickly became a serious problem though, going from mere observers to players in their game. Nearly all the little rabbits trying to stop the slippery fox from passing, grabbing a hold to his legs and waist trying to drag him down.

He tried his best to clear him self of the cute army. His options limited to detaching the arms of the ones holding him around the waist, but his legs quickly became cluttered with enough of the little furballs to bring him crashing to the ground.

“Tag. You're it,” Judy said, reaching down and poking him on his prominent black nose.

“That's not fair!” Nick protested, “What can a fox do against this?”

“Nothing,” Judy replied, taking a seat in the grass in front of him, just barely out of reach, “I will get them to let you go though. Just admit that bunnies are better than foxes, then you can get up, and I'll let you tag me.”

“Carrots, you know I can't do that,” He retorted rather smugly, especially considering his position, “I'm an officer now… I can't tell such lies.”

“That's disappointing.” Judy said, not at all surprised by his attitude or response, “We can sit here all day Mr. Wilde.”

“I don't mind in the slightest,” He fidgeted around for a moment before settling, “Being crushed by a large amount of young rabbits is rather… comfortable.”

Nick waited a few minutes, not so much as making a move, leaving the rabbits atop him bored and unsuspecting, before throwing a lot of force into a single thrust forward, and escaping from the hold, and accidentally ramming straight into an oblivious Judy.

“What the hell Nick?” She exclaimed, now laying on her back against the ground, with the fox somewhat on top of her.

“Sorry Carrots,” He replied, lifting himself off of her and to his feet, and then offered her a hand up, “It's your own fault though, subjugating other creatures is cruel.”

“I was gonna let you go,” She insisted, rubbing the back of her head where it collided with the ground, “All you had to do was admit something we both knows true.”

“I don't know that to be true,” He responded rather indignantly, “I don't know every bunny or every fox, therefore I can't make a judgment on it. I will say that if every bunny was a Judy Hopps, then the foxes wouldn't stand a chance.”

“Nick...” She started, not entirely sure what else could follow. He did that to her often; in the midst of vitriol and sarcasm, sneaking in a compliment that made her knees weak and her words soup. It was probably why she couldn't help but love him.

Judy had developed a habit of finding herself embracing the fox—now included—and he seemed to have a habit of returning the sentiment, the two happily holding one another, both smiling in response to the barrage of “eww” and “cooties” coming from Judy's siblings.

“The foxes do have one hope,” Judy whispered vaguely, still latched onto him, “If every fox was Nick Wilde then I think they might just win.”

“Carrots, if that were the case there wouldn't be a contest.” Nick responded, “The Nicks and Judys would team up and become modern day superheros. The Judys would have to settle for sidekick though.”

“I don't think so,” She replied, feeling a bit crazy for going along with his scenario, “I'm the one that turned you from a villain to a hero, so it makes sense for you to be the sidekick.”

“Opportunist... not villain,” He corrected, “and I don't think it would make much sense for the sidekick to be two foot taller than the hero.”

“There's no rule against it though,” Judy retorted, only to sigh and concede, “If I say that you can be the hero can we just move on?”

“I was actually about to give in,” Nick admitted, “good thing you did first.”

“You suck,” She said, finally breaking their lengthy hug, turning to smile, before starting to take steps away from him, “Come along little fox.”

“Yes dear,” Nick began to follow her without question, the rabbit leading him into the carrot ridden field, making him a bit confused about her intentions, “Hey Judy you know I still don't like carrots right? They're great and all in the context of cake mix and icing, but that doesn't mean I'm fan of them.”

“Good thing we're not here for carrots,” She replied, continuing to lead him through the seemingly never ending field of carrot tops protruding from the ground. Near the far end of the tilled soil, the carrots died off, instead consisting of a lesser amount of other things; corn, lettuce, and tomatoes, to name a few.

“I'm not really a fan of any of those things either,” Nick stated, looking over the vegetables with a feeling of contempt. His eyes quickly brightening at the now visible row of bushes holding an excess of juicy blueberries, “I um… I take that back.”

“I knew you would,” Judy replied, walking over to the branches and starting to remove the small fruit. The bunny held out her hand, containing a small pile of the berries, gesturing to Nick to take them. The fox didn't, but instead brought his muzzle down and scooped up the majority of the berries, causing Judy to sigh and mutter, “Uncivilized Fox.”

“Blueberries turn me savage, Judy,” Nick responded, bearing his teeth and mimicking a growl at her.

“Bellwether seemed to think so,” Judy replied, stopping when she had a big handful of the berries, taking a few off the top and slipping them in her mouth. The two mammals making their way out of the garden and taking a seat in the grass next to it.

“Her wool was so fluffy!” The fox gushed, fond memories of his hand grazing her head filling his mind. He then took small portion of the berries from her and funneled all of them into his mouth.

The bunny laughed, eating a few more berries before speaking, “She nearly destroyed Zootopia, and all you care about is how fluffy her wool was. You're kind of insane, Nick.”

“Sheep never let you touch their wool though, Carrots!” He exclaimed, before smiling deviously at her, “It's second only to getting to touch a bunny's ears or... tail.”

“Ears? Negotiable. Tail? Never.”

“How about your ears for my ears.”

“Your ears are a lot smaller! Bunny ears and fox ears aren't equivalent.” Judy responded, moments later a deal coming to mind, “My ears for your tail; that’s the only deal I'll accept.”

“That's not a fair deal either, Carrots,” He explained, “Yes, a rabbit's ears are beautiful, but a fox's tail is magnificent. The two can't be compared!”

“Come on Nick!” Judy pleaded, “I've wanted to touch your tail since the first time we met.”

“Ok Carrots. I'm not a cruel fox,” Nick replied calmly, “I'll give you one last deal. Your ears now—and a serious negotiation for your tail later—in exchange for my tail. Also, I get to touch your ears first.”

“Deal,” Judy responded, leaning her head in his direction, and closing her eyes in anticipation for the caressing to come.

“Your ears are beautiful, Judy.” Nick commented, his fingers simply stroking around the base of them, enjoying the way she shook in anticipation, while simultaneously not wanting to overwhelm her. After a while his area of influence grew, his hands slowly working their way up the gray fur that encompassed the back of her ears; leaving the sensitive interior to be his final conquest.

“Nick...” Judy murmured, her ears tingling against his touch. He found himself a routine, slowly stroking up the length, at the end allowing them to bounce from his grasp and starting again at the bottom. The fox began to stroke her ears again, allowing both his thumbs to lightly graze over the soft pink fur in her inner ear, causing the bunny to flinch, and involuntarily moan.

“Does Carrots like having her ears touched?” Nick teased, his hands now stagnant, only his thumbs in motion, working over her delicate area.

“Mmm… shut up,” Judy murmured, even though she most definitely did, “I'm just thinking about your bushy tail.”

“I could just do this forever, and you'd never get the pleasure of touching it.”

“That takes away all possibility of ever touching my tail though,” Judy responded, satisfied that his hands quickly left her ears.

“There you go, Judy,” Nick said, his eyes now shut, teeth gritted, and arms crossed, awaited her torment, “Now it's your tur- Eek!”

Judy didn't take it slow; no soft touches or gentle caressing, just her entire being embracing the fluffy appendage; the fox nearly jumping from his skin at the suddenness of it all. She held the tail close to her, allowing her hand to flow with the fur all the way down to the darker fur at the tip, all the while inhaling his strong scent she'd come to know all too well.

“I like your tail,” Judy admitted, still embracing it tightly, “It's like a really nice smelling pillow.”

“Thanks Judy.” Nick responded, short spikes of pleasure coming over him while she played with it, “Most mammals don't like the smell of a fox.”

Judy pressed her nose into his fur, sniffing deeply, “It’s not just a musky fox smell, it smells like you… That's why I like it so much.”

“Carrots...” He began, not really knowing how to follow up her compliment. No jokes coming to mind to lighten the moment, and the idea of saying anything real making him afraid of the outcome. Nick had never been very good at social interactions—not the real ones anyways—always opting for humor over genuine emotion, and the rabbit completely destroyed that facade. Every moment he spent with her sincere and meaningful, every single second bringing him absolute bliss.

“Does Nick like having his tail stroked?” Judy mocked, grinning at the fox who was now laying against the green grass, his arms folded behind his head with his eyes shut tight, seemingly purring at the attention.

“Yes... I do,” He murmured,  “Very much so, Carrots.”

“Does that mean you'll let me touch your tail whenever?”

“Hmm… it does feel nice,” Nick pondered, acting as if he was thinking about it before bluntly responding, “No.”

“Why though?” Judy asked, taking hold if it again as if he may pull it away at any moment, “I like it and you like.”

“For the privilege to molest my tail into the foreseeable future,” Nick started, bringing himself to a sitting position, “you must let me have the same rights over your tail.”

“Why do you want to touch my tail so much,” she asked, “It's stubby and sucks, unlike to yours.”

“I like your tail,” He complimented, “It's tiny and cute, and looks like a cotton ball.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Judy inquired, only to smile at his dumb comparison, proceed to hug the fox, while still not letting his tail from her grasp, “I'll let you touch it once if you let me touch yours whenever.”

“Carrots, you're terrible at negotiating,” Nick responded, smiling down at bunny with his tail wrapped around her like an anaconda, only to sigh and reply, “Deal.”

“Everyone, it's time to eat!” Judy's mother shouted in the distance, all the younger rabbits that had been running about the field now cleared out and headed over to towards their den and disappeared into the trapdoor that covered it.

“Yay, time to eat some carrots,” Nick joked, climbing to his feet, and walking alongside Judy.

“Not carrots… well not entirely carrots.” She explained, “It's usually salad.”

“Foxes and salads don't exactly go all that well together, Carrots.” Nick responded, “If I wanted vegetables I'd eat grass.”

“Relax, we probably have something else for you. Mom says that dad brings Gideon over for dinner all the time.”

“Gideon? I thought your dad hated foxes.” Nick replied, a bit offended, “or is it just me that he hates?”

“Nick he doesn't hate you. He just...” She said, stopping to think about how to put it, “...doesn't know you.”

“He knows Gideon though? He tormented you as a kid, and still gets to be your dad's best friend.”

“People can change Nick,” Judy replied softly, “Just keep being you, and he'll come around.”

“Judy, ever the optimist,” Nick observed, grinning at the rabbit, “I'll do my best.”



The fox stepped through the trapdoor and down a short ladder that opened into a large area filled that comfortably accommodated all the bunnies that had entered before them, a large majority of which already sitting with their own individual bowl of salad. Nick and Judy walked across the room, the rabbits sitting in such a way that a path of empty floor allowed them to reach the kitchen where the food was. The room was a lot smaller than the external one, consisting of counters and appliances just like any other kitchen and at the other end of it a small table with only a few chairs. On the counter sat a line of prepared salad bowls, of which Judy took one.

“Nick, I know you probably don't like salad—Gideon doesn't—so we always have a few fish dinners handy,” Bonnie told him, standing at the microwave waiting for the timer to count down, “It'll be done in a second. Then we can all sit in here and eat and talk.”

The microwave went off momentarily, and the older rabbit pulled out a plastic tray, walking over to the fox and handing it to him along with a fork. Nick took it from her—graciously telling her “thanks”—and walked over to the circular table walked over to the circular table, pulling out the chair next to Judy and taking a seat.

Nick looked over the tray of food, mentally turning his nose up at it all; the fish looked soggy from being frozen and probably tasted awful, the macaroni was watery, and the green beans were green beans. How any self respecting fox could eat something like this he didn't know, but he would tonight in the name of diplomacy.

Bonnie came to sit with them a few minutes later after making sure all of her children had gotten their food. Luckily for Nick she took the seat next to him leaving Stu to be across from him. Nick had already taken a few bites of the food in front of him, his intuition correct on all of the preconceived notions. He still ate it though, spending upwards of a minute between bites to allow himself a break from the awful.

“So Nick,” Bonnie said, trying to start up a conversation, “What did you do before becoming a cop.”

“I um… I,” Nick started, trying to think of something that didn't paint him negatively, knowing very well that if he told the truth it'd lead to more distrust, “Me and a friend worked a lot of odd jobs. Nothing really solid.”

“What kind of odd jobs?” Bonnie inquired.

“Uh… everything from selling Ice pops to delivering lumber,” Nick responded, not entirely untruthful, “We'd do whatever we could find to stay afloat.”

“So why a police officer then?” Bonnie responded with yet another comeback question.

“Judy saw me on the street and asked me about a missing otter and I happened to know a little about the guy so I came along for the ride. Afterward she told me that I should join the ZPD and I did.”

“That's really interesting, Nick.” Bonnie responded, taking a mouthful of lettuce from her bowl and chewing it to pieces with her front teeth, “What about your family Nick?”

“Don't have any,” He stated rather emotionlessly, “Never met my father, he left when my mom found out she was pregnant, and my mom died when I was around 12-13.”

“I'm so sorry,” she apologized, surprising Nick when she actually teared up, “I shouldn't have mentioned it.”

“No, don't worry about it,” He said, smiling warmly at the older rabbit, “It was so long ago that I've gotten past it,” he turned to his beloved Carrots, who up until now was quietly watching it all, “Judy more than makes up for it.”

“Nick, you're sweet,” Judy responded, happily gazing at him, “I'm glad you're mine.”

“Carrots, it doesn't matter what happens between us—whether we're together or not—I'll always be yours,” After that was said, the fox craned his neck around the table, only for the rabbit met him halfway already knowing his intention. The friends kissed briefly, both of them exploiting their predicament to share such a moment. The two quickly pulled away returning to back to their own spaces, both mammals not daring to look at the other for the passing moments.

In the coming minutes the conversation drifted to many other topics; how Judy was doing, the current going ons in Zootopia, and BunnyBurrow gossip, to name a few. It was the kind of conversation Nick couldn't get into so he instead sat there, still taking occasional bites of terrible fish, and waited out the situation. It finally came to an end when Bonnie found herself yawning, “I think it's probably about time to get to bed.”

“Sounds good honey,” Stu agreed, climbing from his chair, picking up all the bowls from the table, taking them to the sink and washing them all out.

“Goodnight Judy,” Bonnie said, giving her daughter a hug before moving to the fox and saying,  “Goodnight Nick,” then giving him a hug as well.

They chimed back with a “Goodnight Mom,” and a “Goodnight Bonnie,” and the older bunny disappeared into the other room.

“Time for bed everyone! Get in line to brush your teeth and go to bed,” They both heard from the other room along with the noise of over 200 rabbits moving about the burrow.

“Nick I'll show you where we'll be sleeping,” Judy said starting to leave the room only to be halted by her father.

“Nick, can I talk to you for a few minutes?” Stu asked the fox.

“Yeah sure.”

“Outside,” The rabbit added, to which worried the fox. He still followed along though.

“I'll wait for you here,” Judy called out to him.



The natural light from the setting sun was pleasing to his eyes after being underground for so long. He had expected it to be a lot less bright though, it didn't seem late enough to justify going to bed. The older rabbit took a seat just outside the burrow entrance, to which Nick followed suit and sat down a few inches from him.

“Nick, I'm sorry,” Stu apologized, looking at the fox his facing showing sincerity, “I haven't been very nice to you.”

The fox didn't say anything, caught entirely off guard by an apology. He had expected the man to chew him out, yell at him, hell even been shot by him seemed more likely than the apology he was receiving.

“I just want you to know it's not because you're a fox,” He continued a few seconds later, “Ever since my Judy gave up on her dream and came home, talking about some fox friend she'd wronged, and then went back to the city; I knew she'd either come back in his arms, or brokenhearted. I just want to say I'm glad she's not heart broken.”

“Thanks,” Nick sincerely responded, “I just want you to know that I do really love Judy, she's the most amazing person I've ever met, regardless of species.”

“Just keep her happy, Nick.” Stu retorted, “I may be small but I can use a shotgun.”

“If I ever made her unhappy, I think she'd get me before you had the chance,” Nick joked, Judy's father smiled at it.

“I like you, Nick.” Stu admitted, “You may be a bit goofy sometimes, but you definitely get it. And to think, had Judy not told me and Bonnie that she loved you then I wouldn't even know and we wouldn't be having this conversation.”

“Wait… she told you she loved me?” Nick asked, the second surprise to come to his attention within the few minutes they had been out there.

“Yeah she did,” The parent responded, smiling at the clueless fox, quickly piecing the situation together, “I think you need to go talk to her.”

“Yeah I'll go do that,” Nick said, giving the old rabbit a short hug before quickly entering the burrow again.Judy awaited him right where she previously stood, not noticing the fox coming until he already had her in his arms, holding her close to him, and spinning her around him.

“Judy I love you too!” Nick yelled excitedly, rapidly pecking his lips to hers.

“Nick put me down,” She commanded, unable to stop from laughing at his insanity. He quickly listened to her, dropping the rabbit back to being on her feet, she looked at him, his expression holding more excitement than she'd ever seen, “Now tell me what's going on.”

“Your dad told me what you said earlier,” Nick vaguely responded, taking the opportunity to kiss her again, “and to that I respond I love you, too.”

She didn't waste anytime in pulling him close to her, them holding each other close in the same way they always did, but now with more significance. It quickly dissolved into another lip lock, her hands holding his collar pulling his mouth down to hers.. In the midst of their oral tirade the sneaky fox allowed his hand to drift and gently touch her little rabbit tail, to which she didn't mind.



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Zootopia: Gone Chapter 6
Last in pool
Sorry this took a few days longer than normal. Reasons for that being:
1. Procrastination
2. Constantly Changing Undesirable Things
3. Length of the Chapter

Things actually start to be more concrete between Nick and Judy in this chapter, so I hope you enjoy! :)


Edit: Changed the ending a little bit. Now it doesn't feel as dumb to me

Update: If it isn't already apparent I'm taking a break from this, I won't write another thing pertaining to Zootopia until after the Blu-Ray comes out and I can watch it again. I may just let this end here and write an independent sex scene.

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fox 231,889, rabbit 127,867, m/f 39,104, zootopia 10,198, romance 8,253, judy hopps 4,810, nick wilde 3,286
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Chroma13
7 years, 11 months ago
Waaaaaaaah so cuuuute XD
Chroma13
7 years, 11 months ago
Will it get "serious"?
SimplyMiles
7 years, 11 months ago
It's eventually going to happen ;) Not sure if it'll be next chapter or not.
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