Zootopia PD: The Hairless Ape 1
Story by sangheilinerd on SoFurry
An Idea inspired by another story which got too fetish-y for my liking. I also don't like the Nick/Judy pairing. It's too obvious. The pairings you'll see in this are Bogo/Clawhauser, Fin/Nick, Bucky/Pronk, Judy has yet to meet her partner. Though I have a few OC ideas that I might bring to the story.
Chief Bogo looked at the photo of him and Clawhauser at a fishery in the Rainforest District. He loved that photo. Clawhauser looked so sweet in it. It reminded him of how loving and caring his fluffy cheetah was. It had been accidental at first. A matter of happenstance and need. But the two had become more than just a couple. They’d become mated. Under the law. He looked down at the band of gold wrapped around his wrist, and the jewel which adorned its center. A bright pink tourmaline with very few if any inflections. Its size always made him giddy. He still wasn’t sure how Clawhauser afforded such a gem. If he’d gotten it on a payment plan, it wasn’t on any of their shared accounts. The detective in him wanted to continue the search.
Just then a man tumbled into the office. Not a male fur, a furless ape. The chief wasn’t unfamiliar with the species. Their embassy was often being protested in front of and his precinct was in charge of disbursing the crowd if it got violent. This man was the Ambassador himself. He was just a little shorter than Bogo himself, a build reminiscent in one of their species of someone who took care of his body and spent time working out. His eyes had a look of desperation and fear. And Bogo, though his nose may not have been as powerful as the canine members of his police force or that of now-Detective Wilde, he could still smell the stench of the same emotions on the human. “Chief Bogo! My son. My son! It’s my son!” he chanted distraughtly.
“What about your son, Mr. Ambassador?” Bogo grunted in reply, politer than the tone he took with his officers.
“He…he…Oh my god! What have I done?!” the man broke down and started bawling into his hands.
The chief huffed to himself. “Is. He. Alive?” Bogo felt the need to establish which type of case this was.
“Yes.”
“Then why have you barged into my office unannounced, Mr. Warren?”
The man took a deep breath, his red face tear-stained and his eyes sparkled with tears still waiting to be shed, but he seemed to get ahold of his emotions, then, “He ran off. I have no idea whereto and I’ve gone throughout the city. He won’t answer his Yphone and he hasn’t made a post on ScentBook, Facebook—our equivalent, or any other social media site that I know he uses.”
“Has he done this before?”
“Never. He’s a good kid, Bogo. I did this. I…I…Well I found him in bed with a male fur.” He sighed, I know where this is going. Bogo thought to himself. He knew the bigotry and xenophobia that humans harbored. “I may have overreacted just a tad.”
“Is the other male okay?”
“What?!” the ambassador asked, affronted, “Why I never. Jeffrey is fine. He’s just as worried as I am.”
At Chief Bogo’s look, the furless ape sighed again. “When I overreacted, Marcus left, running away. For fear, I guess that I may do something untoward.”
“Have you been violent with him before?”
“Never. I’m not a perfect father, Chief Bogo, but I do love my son. I could never hurt him.”
Bogo didn’t think that was a lie, but why would a man who never was violent with his offspring evoke a flight response in his child upon discovery of his homosexuality? “Why’d he run off then?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know?”
“He’s your son, Ryan, not mine. You know him best.”
“Obviously not well enough. I’m not a bigot, I swear. I try to have an open mind. I love my son and his homosexuality—or bisexuality—does not change that fact.”
“Then why’d he leave?”
“My best guess, he feared my reaction, not because of any past violence on my part, but because of human media’s portrayal of coming out of the closet. We aren’t exactly the most understanding people.”
“Nor are your religions as I understand it.”
“Uhm…”
“Mr. Warren, if I may. Let me sum this up. Your son and his lover were having sex. You walked in on them. Obviously surprised you may or may not have said some choice words. And due to your species many bigoted religions, and its popular media’s portrayal of—as you put it—‘coming out of the closet’, your son bolted into the city. Not thinking to bring his furson lover with him. Now he won’t pick up his cell and he’s not tried to contact anyone in any way.
“Has your son shown any sign of suicidal tendencies? Does he know the city well enough to get himself into trouble?”
“What, suicide? NO! He wouldn’t. I don’t think he’d go into the grungier areas of the city. He’s used to upper and upper middle-class areas. I don’t think he’d feel comfortable in lower class neighborhoods.”
“Alright, Ambassador,” chief Bogo said. Getting up from his chair, walking around and patting the human on the shoulder, “I’ll have Wilde and Hopps, my two best detectives look into the case.”
“The fox and bunny? Aren’t they just token officers? A pandering to the media and equal rights groups?”
“Originally, yes. Now, those two work so damn hard just to get recognized that they have always been an example to the other officers how to conduct themselves.”
“Interesting. I find that very promising.”
Bogo went to the door and opened it, motioning for the Ambassador to leave, “I will call you with updates.”
***
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* “Nick! It’s Judy. We’ve got a case!”
Finnick groaned under him. “I’m busy at the moment, carrots.”
“When your knot’s deflated and your decent come down and talk with me, Hustler.”
“Dammit! Nick why does this always happen, we never get any time together anymore!” Finnick complained, then in a softer more caring voice, “I miss you.”
“I know, love.” Nick said as he slowly pulled out of the fennec.
“Why’d you go and become the fuzz, Nick. I miss our scamming days. We never had to worry about any of this back then. You just had to go and tick of that bunny didn’t you!”
“Fin, we’ve talked about this. Judy saw something that I didn’t even see myself.”
“Something I saw in you, too, love. I just miss the old days sometimes. Just promise me you’ll be safe.”
Nick kissed the small fennec. Who’d recently been confirmed as to having dwarfism, because even though fennecs were smaller than red foxes, Fin was almost child-like in his proportions. Even amongst his species he was small. “Always, love. Don’t forget your doctor’s appointment is in about an hour.”
Nick went over to the body-length mirror in the bedroom and smoothed down his bedraggled fur. Put on his de-musker and donned his Hawaiian shirt, and shorts. As he was putting on his tie a knock came at the door again, “Nick Wilde if I have to come in there with a crowbar I will!”
“Alright, alright, Carrots. I’m coming.” The fox said. “Hold your horses.”
“Hooferton won’t like to hear you using that expression,” the bunny quipped. “Remember your last equine euphemism?”
Nick opened the door and Judy smiled. “There you are, lover boy. Hey, Fin” she greeted the two. Waving to the nude fox languishing on the bed, his red rocket still fully on display.
“Heya, Jude. How’re Bucky and Pronk?”
“Ah, they’ve adopted a beautiful male puma cub. He’s so cute. He’s teething, though. The little rascal gets ahold of everything.”
“Oh, how precious. You know Jude, we should stop back at Jumbeaux’s. He’s cooled off a lot since you took him down a peg. He’s actually quite a pleasant fellow when he’s not being such a bigot.”
“Are you going in the costume?”
“Nah. No scammin’ no more, Jude. I promised ya’.”
Jude gave him the evil eye. “That wasn’t what I asked.”
“Nah. Much as I like that costume it’s in need of retirement. I’m kind of sick of the pawpsicle gig anyhow.”
“How’s the bowling alley?”
“They aren’t SMF.”
“SMF?”
“Small Mammal Friendly.”
“We had a case, Carrots?” Nick interjected.
“Yes. The furless apes’ Ambassador. His son’s missing. The father walked into the kid’s room when his lover was balls deep. The kid ran off.”
“So, we’re looking for the Human Ambassador’s gay son. Who likes to bottom for furs?”
“I don’t think that’s his preference. I think the two kids truly were more than a fling to each other. I think they were romantically involved.”
“How old’s the kid. Do we have a recent photo?”
“No, Nick. I’m a completely useless detective that doesn’t know a darned thing about policework. Of course, I got the case file right here.” Judy handed him the file.
“Not as bad as the Otterton case, huh.”
“Nothing. Will. Ever. Be. That bad.” Judy grumbled.
“Let’s see. This shouldn’t be too hard. The humans tend to avoid Zootopia. I think they fear us more than the feral creatures in their neck of the woods. So there are very few.” Nick mused, “Especially since the father doesn’t think he’d be willing to go into the poorer areas of the city. That leaves City central and Tundra town. Given the lack of fur, he’s here. In Central.”
“That’s still a large area to search.” Judy replied.
“I know, but at least we have a general idea of where he might be. Given the situation, I doubt he’s even clothed, which leaves the mammal pretty defenseless.”
Fin just ignored the two, just because Nick wasn’t tied with him, didn’t mean he wasn’t going to get his rocks off. A few more strokes and a squeeze of his knot and he loosed himself all over his chest. The insides of Judy’s long ears turned red as she turned around, trying to give Fin some privacy, Nick leaned over and said in the same chiding voice that he’d used and the naturalist club, “Oh boy, does this make you uncomfortable? Because if so there’s no shame in calling it quits.” He sniggered.
Judy rolled her eyes, “Har har. Very funny Wilde.” She griped, “Let’s go, we’re burning daylight.”
“Aye, Aye, detective.”