Nick Wilde was smiling in a satisfied sort of way as he walked down the street, pushing the pink
baby carriage he so often used. Finnick - posing as the baby in the carriage - was snoring loudly.
A passing hippo blinked at the noise the baby was making, so Nick casually flipped down the top
of the carriage with a smirk.

"Hey! Hello?" called a voice.

Nick turned in confusion and looked to find a tiny joke of a police car sidling up along the edge
of the road. He blinked at the sight of a familiar, fuzzy gray face in the car...with long ears.

"It's me again!" said the rabbit in the officer's uniform brightly.

Me? Again?

Nick grinned mischievously as he recalled a meeting the other day.

"Hey, Officer Toot-Toot!" he sang with a teasing little lilt.

The rabbit was smiling, but he could tell from her eyes she was probably thinking of biting off
his head, if she could.

Priceless.

"Heh heh heh...actually," she chuckled, in a nervous sort of way, "It's Officer Hopps, and I'm
here to ask you some questions about a case!"

She lifted a carrot-shaped pen and a notepad from behind her seat. Nick glanced at them, then
smirked a bit more widely.

"What happened, Meter Maid?" he crooned. "Did someone steal a traffic cone? Wasn't me!"

Satisfied that would get her to leave him alone, Nick continued, eyes forward, picking up the
pace...only to stop as the joke-mobile suddenly surged forward, swerved onto the sidewalk, and
stopped in front of him. Nick scowled as the rabbit flashed her sirens for a few seconds.

"Hey. Carrots. You're gonna wake the baby!" he snapped, gesturing to the still-sleeping Finnick.
"I've gotta get to work."

With a huff, he turned to try and get around the car...only for the rabbit to bound out of the
vehicle and get in front of him. Nick eyed her suspiciously.

"This is important, sir," she said, calmly, then smirked up at him. "I think your ten dollars of
Pawpsicles can wait?"

Nick barked out a laugh. Oh, this bunny...this silly little bunny...she had NO idea...

"I make two hundred bucks a DAY, Fluff!" he sneered, tapping a finger on the handles of the
baby carriage just to emphasize his words. "Three-hundred-sixty-five-days-a-year, SINCE I
WAS TWELVE. And time is money."

He jabbed a thumb to one side.

"Hop along," he practically ordered.

The rabbit, however, just rolled her eyes. She wasn't taking any of it.

"Please, just look at the picture!" she sighed.

Nick lifted one eyebrow slightly as the bunny held up her notepad, revealing a photo of an otter
with glasses, holding a red Pawpsicle.

"You sold Mr. Otterton that Pawpsicle, right?" she asked, pleasantly. When Nick didn't answer,
she leaned forward slightly and pressed: "Do you know 'im?"

Nick smirked, and let his arms rest on the handlebars, putting on his most slippery smirk, eyes
half-lidded.

"I know everyone, bunny," the fox responded, putting as much smarm and cockiness as he could
into his voice, just to show her how very, VERY little this whole situation meant to him.

When she continued to smile, as if not getting it, he decided to fire one last verbal dart: "And I
also know that, somewhere...there's a toy store missing its stuffed animal. So why don't you get
back to your box?"

He grinned as he saw her face fall into a look of real hurt...then tilted his head, ever so slightly,
when, suddenly, her eyes narrowed and she lifted her chin, filled with determination.

"Fine," the Rabbit sniffed, placing the photo back into its folder. "Then we'll have to do this the
hard way..."

CLINK.

Nick blinked as, in a movement faster than he could honestly keep track of, the bunny had placed
something large, yellow, and heavy on the wheels of the baby carriage. He blinked, leaning down
to get a closer look, then looked up in utter disbelief.

"Did you just boot my stroller?"

"Nicholas Wilde," the bunny announced, holding her notepad in front of her and giving him a
cold look, "You are under arrest!"

Nick scoffed and snorted. This was...this was just...something else.

"For what?" he snapped, then cooed, leaning his head in one paw. "Hurting your feewings?"

The bunny smirked.

"Felony tax evasion," she responded.

Nick froze. The smile was instantly struck from his face.

"Yeah," the bunny said, speaking VERY fast and writing in her notepad, "Two hundred dollars a
day, three-hundred-sixty-five-days a year, since you were twelve...that's, what, two decades? So,
times twenty...which is: one million, four hundred, sixty thousand, I THINK. I mean, I AM just a
'dumb bunny,' but we ARE good at multiplying-ANYWAY! According to your tax forms,
you've reported, let me see here...ZERO."

Nick felt himself gripping the handles tightly with both paws, practically twitching with a
mixture of panic, shock...and RAGE.

"Unfortunately," the bunny added, putting on a mocking pout. "Lying on a federal form is a
punishable offense; five years jail time."

Nick took a deep breath, repressing the urge to bare fangs and claws. There was no problem. Not
yet. He could control it. He could control the situation.

Never let them see they get to you.

"Well," he hissed, straightening up and crossing his arms over his chest, "It's my word against
yours."

The bunny smiled in a way that told him he'd just said EXACTLY the WRONG thing. She lifted
the carrot pen and pressed a button on the side.

CLICK.

There was a sound of something being rewound...then...

"...Two hundred bucks a DAY, Fluff!Three-hundred-sixty-five-days-a-year, SINCE I WAS
TWELVE."

He froze again, blinking. Unknown to the rabbit, his claws clenched where he had crossed his
arms.

"Actually, it's YOUR word against yours," the rabbit smiled, and waggled the pen about. "And if
you want this pen, you're going to help me find this poor, missing otter, or the only place you're
going to be selling Pawpsicles is the PRISON CAFETERIA."

She smirked up cockily - oh-so-STUPIDLY - up at him, cocking her hips and twirling the pen
teasingly.

"It's called a hustle, sweetheart," she crooned, mimicking his own words to her from the other
day.

There was a pause...then...

"...She hustled you..."

A cackling laugh echoed out as the baby carriage opened up, and a VERY amused Finnick,
hopped up onto the handlebars, grabbing the fox by his loose-fitting tie.

"She hustled you go! Yer gonna be a COP now, Nick! Yer gonna need one o' THESE!"

Finnick slapped the sticker of a police badge onto Nick's shirt pocket, hopped off, and swaggered
off down the street, laughing uproariously.

"Have fun workin' with the fuzz!"

Nick snarled, ears flattening back, and abruptly shouted after him.

"SHUT UP, FIN!"

The fennec fox stopped, smirked back, and saluted Nick.

"It's all in good fun, 'daddy.' See ya later!"

Nick sighed as Finnick stalked off; if it hadn't been for the fact he was so useful...and vicious
beyond belief...he would have-

"So? Are you going to help me, or not?"

Nick turned fast to look down at the bunny. Oh, how he HATED that superior smile on her face.
Oh, how he wished he could...

Grrrooowwwllllrrrg...

He blinked, placing a paw over his belly...and there it was again.

That craving.

That lack of control.

That NEED.

Why COULDN'T he?

Nick took a deep breath...let it out as a sigh...then placed his paws in his pocket and looked down
at the rabbit with a cool expression.

"Fine. I'll point in the right direction, I'll show you where you need to go, yadda-yadda-yadda.
Happy now?"

"Yes," smiled Hopps with a sort of chirp. "So, what comes first?"
Nick bit his lip, as if in thought, eyeing the bunny carefully. After a little bit, he finally nodded,
as if he had made a decision.

"There's a spot we have to stop by before we go anywhere else. If you want to get to where you
have to be in this case, it is IMPERATIVE we go there," he said, placing one arm behind his
back and the other to his chest, lifting his chin in a show of wisdom. The rabbit just rolled her
eyes.

"Fine, fine, just show me which way to go," she snorted, hopping into her car. The fox groaned,
and rolled his own eyes, before hunkering down into the vehicle with her, his expression not
unlike a pouting child.

"All right," Nick grumbled, "Let's go..."
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The bunny officer tilted her head as they stopped by a shabby-looking apartment building in a
seedy part of the city. The brick-built building was worn and weathered; it had clearly gone
through VERY few repairs.

"Is this...where you live?" the officer asked slowly.

"Yep," the fox answered curtly, climbing out of the tiny car with a soft grumble, then glanced
back. "Look any better than where you stay, Hopps?"

The bunny blinked, as if surprised he had called her by name.

"Actually, no," she said, then paused before quietly adding, "Actually, it looks...worse."

Nick just nodded and then stuffed his paws in his pockets before heading towards the door.
Officer Hopps hesitantly followed; something about the posture, the look on the fox's face...she
suddenly felt, despite all his snark, a pang of sympathy for the shifty creature.

As they entered the building, the first thing that struck Hopps was the eerie silence. The second
thing that struck Hopps was that the building was quite dusty and barren-looking; she couldn't
help but suddenly think this felt more like a prison than a home. She shuddered.

"Mr. Wilde!" called a voice, and both the fox and the rabbit looked up to find a huge, hefty black
bear waddling down the nearby stairs, the steps seeming to shake under his weight. "Good to
have you back."
"Thanks, Barry," smiled Nick, slightly, then gestured towards Officer Hopps. "This is, uh..."

He looked back down at the rabbit.

"What did you say your first name was?"

"Judy," the rabbit answered. "Judy Hopps."

Nick nodded.

"Got it. This is Judy Hopps," he said to Barry. "She's working a case, thought I might be able to
point her in the direction she needs to go."

Barry smirked in a way that made Judy suddenly feel rather uncomfortable. It was...playful, yet
cruel. There was something cold about it...even colder than Nick Wilde's.

"I see," said the bear, and the smirk vanished as soon as it came. "Just don't make a mess, all
right?"

"Sure thing, sir," Nick said, saluting with one hand, before heading towards another flight of
stairs. "Come this way, Carrots."

"Don't call me that," Judy hissed, glancing back at Barry as the bear watched them. "And...don't
make a mess? Seriously? This place looks like a breeding ground for cobwebs!"

"You get used to it," shrugged Nick.

Judy bit her lip, looking up at Nick.

"...So...if you earn as much as you claim to...where does it all go, anyway? Why live here?"

Nick glanced back at the bunny for a moment, then turned back.

"It's hard to evade taxes when you live in a mansion, Fluff," he answered quietly.

"Yeah, but-"

"Tell me, rabbit, where do you live?"
"I...I also live in an apartment," Judy said, a little taken aback.

"And what kind of state is it in? Why do you live there? I'm guessing not great."

"Nope," Judy sighed, remembering the veritable closet she called home, "It's...it's pretty
sad...but I make do!"

"I'm sure of that," snorted Nick, more to himself than Judy, then went on, "Why do you think it's
'pretty sad' then?"

Judy bit her lip and looked away.

"I don't know."

"Bull," Nick snapped, suddenly stopping short and glaring at the officer. "It's small because
you're a bunny, and everyone thinks they can take advantage of you. They figure you're tiny and
desperate and stupid, so they do their best to undermine you. It's part of the lie of the city."

"The lie of the city?"

"'In Zootopia, anyone can be anything,'" Nick sneered, then continued walking. "You remember
me telling you what a colossal joke that is."

"It isn't a joke!" Judy insisted. "I mean...th-that's what Zootopia's all about, isn't it? Predator
and prey, living together, thriving together, making a difference and-"

"Let me ask you a question, Carrots," Nick broke in as they reached the top of the stairs, "Why
were you in that shop?"

Judy stopped mid-sentence and looked away.

Nick nodded, as if he understood.

"You saw me enter the shop. You knew I was there. And I'm willing to bet your paws were a
second away from using that fox repellent spray at your belt."

Judy glanced at the can in question, then back up at Nick.

"You...you were up to something-"

"No," Nick broke in. "That wasn't why you followed me. Not to say I wasn't - obviously I was -
but you didn't follow me in because you KNEW that. You PRESUMED I was up to something.
You saw a fox entering a shop, and you immediately assumed that fox was up to no good."

"...Well, I was right..."

Nick rolled his eyes and scoffed, turning away and walking forward.

"You're missing the point, bunny," he snorted. "But I didn't expect anything else."

Judy sighed, and followed the fox with a shake of her head.

"Look, we don't have time to discuss philosophies here," scoffed Judy Hopps. "You said there
was something here to help me."

Nick nodded, as he reached into his pants and pulled out a ring of keys.

"I actually have a couple of different places to stay," he said, off-handedly. "In my line of work,
it's best to be at least a little mobile. But what I need is in this particular spot."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because," Nick said, looking down at Judy with a cool expression, "I could tell you were
curious about Barry. His words were because I'm not always here."

Judy nodded slowly, then looked around. She shivered at the haunting silence of the old building.

"...Any other tenants?"

"Nope," Nick said. "Just Barry and I. He's my landlord, but he's also...well...I guess you could
call him a kindred spirit. He generally leaves me alone to my own devices."

Nick unlocked the door, stepped aside, and gestured for Judy to enter.

"Welcome to the fox's lair," he said, rather dramatically.

Judy rolled her eyes and entered the room. Nick watched her, then slipped in after her. He shut
the door...and locked it behind them.

Judy put her hands on her hips, surveying the rather messy apartment, noting the dust scattered
here and there, the rather tacky-looking furniture, the clothes strewn about...

"All right, we're here, so what do you-"

CLANG!

The bunny fell to the floor, knocked out cold.

Nick Wilde grinned toothily, eyes glowing, a frying pan held in one paw.

"Sweet dreams are made of this," he sang softly to himself.
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Judy moaned, eyes flickering, grimacing as consciousness came back with a stinging, spinning
vengeance.

"Wake up, little bunny," hissed a familiar voice. "Wake up. The fun is about to begin..."

Judy blinked, and looked down at herself. She jolted as she realized two things.

The first was that her feet were tied to the chair she was sitting in, while her arms were
seemingly bound by her own handcuffs.

The second was that she was wearing nothing but her underthings.

Now, granted, being a rabbit, one could argue that Judy didn't really NEED to wear clothes of
any sort...but in a civilized society, this was very, very alarming and disturbing to wake up to, to
say the least.

She looked up...and froze.

Nick Wilde was sitting on a chair just a few feet away from her. He was smirking that lazy, "I-
know-everything" smirk...and he was topless.

"I wouldn't even bother trying to break those knots, officer," the fox said, calmly. "I once tried to
get into the Junior Ranger Scouts as a kid. I didn't succeed...but let me tell you, when that's all
you want as a boy, you practice. You learn. You excel."

He smiled wider.

"And when you fail...the same applies, but even GREATER. Because you become obsessed with
proving the world wrong. I suppose that's why you got into the police force, am I right? To
prove the world wrong? I can almost respect that, if so."

Judy growled, and strained.

"You...you TRICKED me! Let me go right now!" she shouted, putting as much bite into her
words as she could...but she couldn't deny the way her heart was beating nearly out of her chest.

"In a little while," Nick said with a casual shrug. "But there's a few things I have to take care of
first."

Nick patted his knees and stood up. Judy watched him move; the fox's pale underbelly was
noticeably rounded in the middle. He wasn't FAT, per say - actually, up till now, she'd thought
of him as lithe and slippery as a serpent - but the bulge there was noticeable. Similarly, she could
now tell, with his loose-fitting shirt removed - that the fox had rather prodigious hips, very well-
rounded.

None of this struck her as attractive, of course...but she couldn't help but notice. Indeed, she had
a sinking feeling that Wilde WANTED her to notice.

"First of all," Nick said, and reached into his nightstand, before pulling out a bottle of what
looked like antacid tablets, "I need to make sure things are ready for you."

He scanned the instructions on the bottle quickly, nodded to himself, and then moved into
another area. Judy watched him with confusion, still straining to kick free of the ropes or pull her
arms free of the cuffs.

"Nicholas Wilde, when I break out of these-"

"Then you'll wish you were back in them," the fox said, in a voice so...hollow, for lack of a
better word, that it made Judy pause. The fox smiled, then turned away again, heading into the
kitchen and opening the battered icebox. He pulled out a bottle of water. "Simple, but effective.
These ought to do the trick."

He moved back into the room and placed the antacids and the water on the chair, then smirked as
he stepped closer to Judy. The rabbit looked up at the fox as he crossed his arms over his chest
and looked down at her.

"Now, I believe I made a deal with you," Nick said, in an eerily collected tone of voice. "You
give me the pen, I point you where you need to go. Well..."

He placed a paw in his pocket...and pulled out the carrot pen.

"...THIS is the pen. So, I've got it."

"H-hey. HEY! Give that back!" snapped Judy, nearly knocking over the chair as she tried to
jump up and grab it...and found herself unable to manage, bound as she was.

Nick just chuckled, and placed the pen on a coffee table, well away from the rabbit.

"Seeing as I have the pen," Nick went on, as if all this was perfectly normal, "I might as well
point you in the direction you need to go."

He grinned toothily...then to Judy's confusion, he opened his mouth...and pointed inside of it.

"This is stop number one," the crafty fox hissed, then traced his finger under his jawline and
down his throat. "Then you'll take a trip this way, pretty much without stopping again..."

His claw went over his chest...and finally stopped over the rounded portion of his belly.

"...And this will be your final destination. This, little bunny, is where you belong," he growled,
patting his gut.

Judy had gone pale. Her confusion was now stark terror.

"Oh...oh, cheese and crackers, you CAN'T be serious-!"

"I am DEAD serious, Fluff," snarled Nick. "You see, a long time ago, I decided that if prey were
just going to see predators as monsters or untrustworthy hoodlums, there was no point trying to
be anything else. You picked the wrong hustler to try and blackmail."

He swaggered over to the rabbit with a cruel smirk.

"It's a shame, you know...that otter seemed like such a nice guy. Now I suppose no one will ever
know what happened to him...though, if it's any consolation, I doubt too many will care about
what happened to you."

"You won't...y-you won't get away with it!" snapped Judy.

Nick raised an eyebrow, pausing before saying: "I've been getting away with it since I was a
teenager, Carrots."

Judy blinked, looking stunned.

Nick grinned.

"Yep. You are in the lair of what I guess they'd call 'a serial predator.' Congratulations, Fluff.
You've stumbled onto a case that would earn most other officers a promotion...if they survived
it. Which you won't."

"You've...you've...you've EATEN people?"

Nick nodded, still grinning.

"More than once. You're just the most recent meal."

Judy felt sick. Nick could tell.

"Now, before you go and call me a monster, or something like that, I don't just eat people right
and left. Oh, no. Then I'd get caught. I am...patient. I only eat those who decide to make my life
especially difficult...and those I can actually stomach, obviously. And you? You were getting to
be a pest. Not to mention you could have had me put away, right after managing to hustle me.
Me."

He grinned wider yet.

"Nobody hustles me, or tries to, and gets away with it, rabbit. Which is why I'm going to take my
time with you. I'm going to ENJOY you. I'm going to see just how long I can keep you alive..."

He patted his gut.

"...In. Here."

Judy shook her head, looking stupefied and repulsed.

"...Al...alive?"

"Yep. I'm going to swallow you whole. Oh, and for the record? Digestion is going to hurt. A
LOT."

Judy gulped, and shook her head more.

"You...you wouldn't dare..."

Nick chuckled and knelt down before the rabbit.

"Is that a fact?" he practically purred. "Then watch me...watch as your own body sinks into
mine."

He then reached down and rapidly untied Judy's ankles...and before Judy could react...

SCHLOMPH!

The fox's mouth had opened wide and slammed down around her calves. The rabbit blinked,
stunned at how quickly - how unceremoniously - she had been crammed into the predator's
mouth...

...And then the screaming started.

"NO! NO, PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS! DON'T!"

Nick chuckled, and shut his eyes, smiling with bliss as he lapped over the furry, sweet, slender
legs in his jaws. The rabbit tasted delicious...the natural, hearty flavor of her meat mixing with
something fruity and sweet...

Blueberries.

Nick Wilde moaned; if there was one thing he liked more than the flesh of his enemies, it was
blueberries.

His eyes opened and flashed, making Judy squeak at the sight.

GUUULLLP!

The first swallow dragged Judy Hopps up to her waist into the gullet of the greedy fox. She
howled as her hands were still bound to the chair with a pair of cuffs all her own. She strained
and tried to wiggle free, shuddering at the feeling of saliva pooling around her, her legs bound in
sticky, rippling throat-flesh...

"No," she pleaded, panting. "No no no no, PLEASE, no! Stop, STOP, I BEG YOU!"

Nick smirked, and winked at her, mouth full of her form.

GUUUUUULLLLLLP!

"Please...PLEASE, STOP THIS!"

Nick raised an eyebrow; his teeth now circled the bunny's chest, her arms awkwardly straining as
he curved like a snake. Her body made a grotesque bulge in the fox's gullet, and Judy panted
with terror.

"N-Nick...it isn't...isn't t-too late to stop this," the rabbit pleaded. "I can tell...you've been
through a lot, but...b-but this ISN'T the way to work."

She cracked a nervous smile.

"Come on...y-you don't...REALLY wanna eat me...do you?"

The fox gazed up at her...then a low growl echoed somewhere within the fox.

Judy whimpered.

GUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLP!

The fox chuckled around his catch; only her arms were now uncomfortably trapped outside of
him, her face in his mouth. Nick awkwardly managed to unlatch the cuffs...and the doomed
rabbit immediately began to push at his shoulders, flailing to try and break free.

It was far too late for that, of course.

Nick rolled his eyes, and, with ease and calm that only came with practice, managed to grab hold
of both hands and crammed them after the protesting, squealing Judy into his jaws.

The fox smirked, suckling on the rabbit's head and ears like a lolly...then moved over to a nearby
mirror.

He opened his mouth.

"GUH!" gasped Judy, and stared out through the last bit of light...

She saw her own face. At the back of the fox's maw. She saw her body bulging against his from
within.

And she saw him wink once more...before slowly starting to close his mouth.

"NO! LET ME OUT! DON'T TAKE AWAY THE LIGHT! I BEG-"

CLIPK.

GLUCK.

Nick sighed as he felt the rabbit descend into his belly, patting the hefty round ball of flesh and
fur as it was stretched taut by the form of an entire bunny.

"Ahhhhhh...haven't had a bunny in AGES...you little fluffballs fill me up nicely..."

His ears perked up and he looked down at his gut, feeling the bunny cramped within kick and
wiggle. He chuckled, rubbing a paw over the surface of his gut; it was the size of a bowling ball,
and felt almost as heavy.

"Mmmmm...and theeeeeere's the best part. The kicking and the pleading. I'd suggest saving your
energy, however, rabbit," cooed Nick, and waddled towards the chair with the antacids and
water. "See...you hustled me. And you could have put me in prison. So, I'm going to make sure
YOUR stay..."

He tossed some antacids into his mouth and chewed them up.

"Mmph...is an EXTENDED one..."

He opened the water bottle and chugged it down. Judy gagged and sputtered; he felt the rabbit in
his guts actually pushing her paws at the sphincter of his stomach, as if trying to stop the flow...or
else pull it open and try to escape.

He cackled as he wiped his mouth with one arm and tossed the empty bottle towards an
overfilled wastebasket.

"Heh heh...struggle all you want, bunny," he growled. "It won't make a difference. Nobody gets
out of my belly unless I WANT them to...and I certainly don't want you to leave."

Nick Wilde licked his lips and patted his gut...then he blinked, winced...and released a toxic-
smelling belch.

"BLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRR
RRRRLLLLLLLLLLLP! Oof...ugh, forgot how - U UURRRP! -
phew! How gassy bunnies can make me, ha!"

Judy panted, hyperventilating in the belly of the beast; it was tight, cramped, and beyond
revolting. The stench around her was a foul perfume of acrid gastric slime, mixed with the
malodorous remnants of the fox's past meals: fermented fruit, rotten fish, sour milk...and what
she disturbingly recognized as old meat.

It took all of the rabbit's willpower not to vomit, as the water had made this putrid brew rise
slightly. The antacids and the cold, flat liquid had dumbed down the power of the fox's bodily
juices; the rabbit hardly felt anything but a warm, slightly tingling sensation...but that was of
little comfort, as the walls rippled, squeezed, and rhythmically churned around her, as if trying to
get a feel of the prey they needed to break down.

"SPIT ME OUT!" she howled, banging on the wall with a fist and kicking with her opposite foot,
while the other two limbs tried to push the groaning, sludge-covered walls of belly-flesh away.
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"

"Oh, I'm afraid I can," Nick crooned, drawing circles over his stuffed stomach with one finger.
"And I'm going to. But don't worry, little bunny...you and my tummy will have PLENTY of
time to get to know one another."

Nick yawned and stretched; Judy yelped as the stomach tightened around her as a result.
"YaaaawwwwwwmmmMMMUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!
Ooh-hoo-hoo, that one was nice!" Nick laughed, fanning the air before his sharp nose.
"Ahem...anyway: since you had the GALL to try and out-hustle me, I've decided that I'm going
to use you for a little...experiment, I guess you could say. I like to call it, 'Belly of Hell.' I'm
basically going to see how long I can keep you alive in my guts. I'll swallow water, antacids, and
air as needed to make sure you remain conscious for...well...however long I can manage it. We'll
see if the acids and muscles of my stomach kill you first...or just the lack of oxygen."

"I'M A POLICE OFFICER!" Judy shouted desperately. "People...people will come looking for
me! My car, I-"

"As we speak," Nick said, "Your car is being taken away by Barry to be DESTROYED. No one
will find your vehicle, and the only witnesses would be Finnick and Barry. I can promise you
neither of them would dare fink on me. And if they did, they know exactly what would happen to
them. "

Judy sobbed, and kicked at the wall with both feet.

"Please...please, I-I don't wanna die! I just...I just needed your help to save a life!"

"Well, boo-frickity-hoo," snarled Nick Wilde, rubbing his wriggling belly with both paws.
"Looks like you couldn't even save yourself, to say nothing of a random otter! Psh...some 'police
officer' you turned out to be..."

Judy let out a shriek and kicked even more wildly. Nick laughed, squeezing his gut with both
paws.

"UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRUUUP! Awwww, YEAH, that felt great!" he practically roared.
"Mmph, if this is how much you'll struggle when the PAIN hasn't even started...I can hardly
wait to feel you start to melt!"

"Oh, sweet God, YOU ARE A MONSTER! LET ME GO! PLEASE, IN THE NAME OF ALL
THAT'S HOLY, LET ME GO!"

"You know, I wish prey would come up with more original things to say," Nick grunted, rolling
his eyes and drumming his fingers over his gut. Then, with a light sigh, the fox headed for his
bed.

"Yeesh, it's not even...what, early afternoon yet? Already I'm exhausted. Must be the result of
getting a big meal," Nick smirked cruelly, and lay down upon his bed in the empty apartment. He
rolled onto his side, his belly splaying over the mattress, filled with squirming, pleading rabbit.

"You can fight all you want, Carrots," growled Nicholas Wilde. "It will not save you. I'm gonna
take a nap. I'm not sure how long I'll be out, but...well...it won't matter if I'm sleeping or awake
to YOU now, will it? Try not to blow out your vocal cords crying for help or mercy, okay?"

He yawned, closed his eyes, and curled up.

"...See you later..."

"NO! NO, DON'T FALL ASLEEP! OH...oh, God...oh, what is...? There's...there's something
in-IT'S A SKULL! OH, GOD, PLEASE, NO! ANYTHING BUT THIS! WAKE UP! LET ME
OUT!"

A snore was all that answered her cries.
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A few hours later, a tired fox was awakened by his own belch.

"BRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUP! Phew! Ugh...what...?"

A feeble kick and some whimpers answered his unasked question. Nick smiled sleepily, and
rubbed his eyes.

"Ahhhh...that's right. Hey there, Hopps. You enjoying Casa de Wilde Belly? Hm?"

"N-no!" squeaked the rabbit inside him, pushing with both hands at the walls of his stomach.
"It's...it's getting tighter, I can hardly breathe...!"

"Well, easy way to fix that," shrugged Nick, and gulped down a few mouthfuls of air. He winced
as is plumpened belly grew even more stretched and swollen as a result. "Hrmph...that better?"

"Let me out!" Judy called out. "Please, JUST LET ME OUT!"

Nick rolled his eyes, and then rolled onto his back. He smirked as he patted his gut, feeling it
jiggle and slosh.

"Hey...antacids were stronger than I thought. You haven't even softened up a little...that's all
right. They can't last forever. You know, last person I ate actually tried to describe the feeling of
being digested alive to me before they passed out...I think they said something along the lines of
it beng churned like butter in a sauna on a hot spring day."

He chuckled.

"Well, you know, when they weren't screaming, 'Oh God, please, let me die, this is unholy,
make the pain stop, aaaaagh!' Words to that effect, anyway."

Judy sniffled, wiggling even more; the fox wasn't lying. In the hours between his falling into
slumber and waking again, it had grown hotter and hotter. She was sure at least half of the foul
sludge she now sat in was her own sweat and tears...literally.

"N-Nick...Nick, I'm BEGGING you," she pleaded, placing both paws on the stomach wall. "I...I
won't tell anybody about all this, I won't go to the police, I'll-"

"Of course you won't NOW," snorted Nick. "It's kind of hard to do that when you're fox fat!
Speaking of which, any part of my body you want to add to?"

"Wh-what?!"

"Well, seeing as how I'm going to SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY DIGEST YOU ALIVE...I
thought I should give you the option of what part of my body you'd like to be part of after I turn
you into pudge. It seems fair to me," shrugged Nick.

Judy shuddered.

"You are...you are BEYOND sick..."

"It's been said before," Nick smirked, shrugging again, leaning his head in one hand while the
other kneaded at his swollen belly. "Frankly, I'm starting to believe it's a compliment."

Judy fidgeted, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the cramped, steaming pit of the fox's
belly. Ironically, she felt her own stomach gurgle faintly...as if the fox eating her up wasn't bad
enough...

"...How...how many others?"

"Hm?"
"How many other animals...have you...ulp...eaten?"

Nick shrugged.

"I lost count," he admitted, far too calmly for comfort. "I remember the first one, though: it was
an itty-bitty mouse in the orphanage where I stayed. He kept sneaking into this little box I kept
all my things in, and stealing my food. So I decided he should replace it. I'd given up hope on
prey long before that though."

Judy shivered.

"What...what do you mean?"

Nick's eyes grew stone cold.

"For someone about to become nothing but gut sludge, you seem...oddly resigned," Nick
muttered.

Judy let out a slightly hysterical sounding laugh.

"C-call it...delaying the inevitable. I-I've wanted to be a police officer since I was a kit...I've
always been fascinated by how the criminal mind works."

Nick smirked.

"Well. It won't save you...but sure, while you have the air and capacity to ask things, I'll tell you.
What I mean is that I learned, when I was very young, that prey are far more selfish and cruel
than the predators they fear and loathe. They are small-minded. Morons."

He licked his lips.

"Tasty, delicious, yummy little morons. Like I told you earlier, I decided that if a monster or a
crook was all they'd ever see in me, there wasn't any point in being anything else."

He grinned toothily.

"Of course, that mouse was only the first...and he was small, even for a kit...he only lasted a few
minutes."

His gut growled loudly, and Judy yelped.

"Wh-what's...what's going...?"

"You, on the other hand," Nick purred. "You're going to go through
something...COMPLETELY different..."

Nick heard a faint bubbling, felt his gut grow even warmer...and then...the screaming started.

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGH! OH, PLEASE, NOOOOOOO!"

"Mmmmm...theeeeere we go, NOW you start to feel it," he moaned, arching his back and
practically hugging his own belly.

"LET ME GO! OH, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, LET ME OUT OF HERE! HAVE
MERCY!"

"No mercy, rabbit," mumbled Nick, feeling the purest pleasure pump through his veins. "No
escape, no compassion...only PAIN. More pain than your dumb bunny mind can probably
imagine."

"MAKE IT STOP! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, BUT MAKE IT STOP!"

"Stop? Why, it's barely STARTING!" laughed Nick. "Jeeze, just how weak are you?!"

A shrill screech answered him. Nick bit his lip and closed his eyes, rumbling with delight.

"Mmmmm...bit by bit...breaking you down...taking you apart piece by delicious piece...you're
going to be rabbit stew in a day or two. Just think of it, Hopps...nothing but my chyme. And the
pain won't ever get easier to bear, oh no. With every passing minute, it's only getting worse."

He nuzzled his own belly.

"I'm going to move on with my life, Judy Hopps. I may be many things, but I am alive. You?
You were dead the moment you pulled out that carrot pen. You just didn't realize it."

"PLEASE! PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS TO ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE LIKE THIS,
PLEASE!"
"No one does. But you're going to. Because I want you to."

Nick sat up in bed and smirked, picking up a nearby remote control and turning on the T.V.

"Now, I can't very easily go out right now...you're a little too obvious. So, I guess today's just a
lazy day. I'm going to catch up on the newest season of 'GotHam.' You ever watch that show?
It's about an idealistic cop who tries to survive in a city where evil always wins."

Nick grinned cruelly.

"Sound familiar, future fat?"

"I HATE YOU!"

"I know," purred Nick, and turned up the volume on the T.V. as he found the right channel. "And
that is what makes this all the better..."

The next few hours of the day were intolerable anguish for Judy Hopps, and most blissful joy for
Nick Wilde. The greedy fox's belly lurched and groaned and sloshed, coating Judy completely in
the thick slop of his stomach acid. Every inch of the fox's body seemed eager to turn the poor
rabbit into nothing but soup and bones. Before Judy's eyes, the skull she had found began to fall
apart. It had belonged to a mammal who had cussed the fox out in road rage after nearly running
into him, even though Nick had no car, and therefore there was no reason for the pig to curse at
him.

She knew this because Nick, possibly out of boredom, chose to tell her.

He didn't say how long they had suffered.

Judy wasn't sure she wanted to know.

Her skin was blistering and turning red. Her fur frayed, sizzled, and fell right off as if there was
nothing there. Every kick and punch and thrash seemed to just irritate the softer parts of her
body; every fraction of her was BURNING.

As the hours flew by, she cycled continuously through the first three stages of her own emotional
destruction. First came denial...

"Oh, please, please, please, tell me this isn't happening! NO, THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! IT
CAN'T END LIKE THIS! IT CAN'T-OH, STOP, IT HURTS SO MUUUUUUCH!"

Second came anger...

"YOU STUPID FOX! YOU...YOU BEAST! I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL FOR THIS! I
HOPE THEY FIND YOU AND LOCK YOU UP! YOU'LL SUFFER TWICE AS MUCH AS ME,
DO YOU HEAR?!"

And third came bargaining...

"Look...l-look, please - ow, that stings! Listen to me, okay? It's not too late! Just...just let me
have some light, okay? Please! Just one last look at the light! A last breath of fresh air! Y-you
don't even have to let me out, just let me have that! Please! PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU,
JUST DON'T LET ME DIE IN THE DARK! IT SMELLS SO BAD, ANYTHING WOULD BE
BETTER! PLEASE, FOR MERCY'S SAKE, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!"

Cries like these echoed out of the belly of the beast over and over again. Sometimes, Nick
completely ignored them.

Sometimes, he just let out a stinking
BEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLCH and left it at that.

Still other times, he would respond. To denial...

"I'm afraid this is, indeed, happening, Carrots. Keep kicking, you have NO idea how GREAT
that feels."

To anger...

"Hey, cursing me out won't get you out of me any faster! Actually, it just makes me wonder how
long I CAN make this last...mmmmm, oooh, I think I can feel you starting to soften up...sssooo
good..."

And to bargaining...

"You belong in my belly. You don't give lettuce a final look at the world, do you? Same
principal here. Enjoy the reek of my guts; my stomach gas is the only air you're going to get."
After who-knew-how-long...neither kept count of the hours...Judy's voice started to grow hoarse,
her shouts and squeals and screams giving way to coughing fits, harsh sobs, and timid
whimpers...
Nick smirked as he felt the struggles give way to mindless, broken twitching.

"Hey. Been a while since you said anything? You still alive in there?"

The rabbit wiggled helplessly and let out a rough whine.

"Ahhhh...blew out your vocal cords, didn't you? Yeah, burning in a hellpit will do that to you."

He chuckled and turned back to the T.V.

"Ah, well. No matter. Means I can turn the volume on this down. Besides...food doesn't need to
talk."

The rest of the time went by quietly. Nick purred like a cat as he felt his body break down Judy
Hopps...felt her move and try to escape, twitches and fidgets broken up by sudden spastic kicks
and punches in reaction to the pain. Soon enough, however, the fox grew bored, and decided -
wordlessly - to go to sleep.

"That's about two days, Carrots," he grunted. "Let's see if you can make it to three, shall we?"

He grinned ferociously.

"Actually...let's make this even HARDER..."

"MMMMMRRRRRPH!"

The rabbit's muffled, garbled howl was caused by the fox deciding to lie down on his bloated
gut.

Nick cackled and licked his fangs.

"Die for me, rabbit," he nearly cooed. "Die in my belly...and add to my body..."

He patted his side.

"It won't be long now..."

Nick Wilde yawned...and once again fell asleep to the sounds of a dying bunny in his guts...

Judy Hopps for her part, whimpered and sobbed, shaking in the deadly pit.

She had come to Zootopia hoping to make a difference. Now, she was going to die here.
Forgotten and deceived in the belly of a beast.

She had no real thoughts. The pain had already stopped. That WASN'T a good sign.

She was doomed. Doomed to be pudge on a fox's belly or bottom.

What would her family think? Would they ever find out what became of her? Would any of the
police even think of looking for her? She hadn't been well-thought-of, she knew. Everyone had
underestimated her...everyone had thought she was too weak, too naive...

It seemed they were right.

And thus Judy Hopps gave into despair...as the acids slopped above her head. She thrashed
once...twice...three times...moaned...

And her dying breath became a soft, deep burp.

"Uuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp....mmm..."
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Finnick grumbled as he picked up his cell phone.

"Hey, 'sup?"

"Fin, baby! Nick here."

"Yeah, I know," grumbled the fennec fox, staring into his black coffee. "I'm guessin' ya took
care o' that cop I saw you leavin' with?"

"You know I'd sooner bite my own arm off than work with a cop. She was a fighter, let me tell
ya..."

"Psh, I'll bet. So, we gonna get back on th' streets soon?"
"Well, I'm thinkin' the day after tomorrow. I have some plans I want to sketch out for something
new, and...well...she's still got a bit of..."

Finnick heard a faint sloshing sound.

"...PROCESSING to go through."

Finnick smirked.

"Gotcha. See ya then. Same time, same place."

"Right. Bye now!"
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Nick chuckled and hung up the phone, before casually dropping it on the bed. He then grinned as
he looked into the mirror, admiring his new form. His gut was thick and burbly; the rabbit had
softened up into little more than a nutritious goop in his gut. She had finally succumbed to the
power of his gruesome guts during the night.

"Gotta say, Hopps," he sighed, running his own paws along his hips and belly. "You do a fox's
body good. It'll take days to fully work you off...actually, I'm not even sure I want to!"

Nick Wilde gave his belly a few gentle bounces and grinned cruelly.

"I warned you the day we met, Judy. The city's slogan was just a lie. Guess you finally realized
the world works best when you just accept what you are..."

He pointed to himself.

"Sly fox..."

He poked his gurgling gut.

"DEAD MEAT."
The End