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This chapter was actually written by a good friend aomagrat. It features his OC A.O. who is a rat along with my bunny Eileen. He sent this to me in discord and I thought it was worth sharing with everyone. So thanks again aomagrat for this I thoroughly enjoyed it!
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“Watch it asshole!” I scream as I scurry away from some fat porcine’s cloven hooves. “I’m walking here, watch where the fuck you’re stepping!” Fuck cloven hooves. Regular hooves are bad enough but those things give me the creeps.
“Go back to Little Rodentia, where your kind belong.” The specist creep replies as he looks back over his shoulder and gives me a cloven hoof finger.
Life’s hard in Zootopia. It’s even harder if you’re a rat. And fuck Little Rodentia. That’s just a containment area for mammals my size, so the big mammals the city was built for don’t have to watch out for mammals like me. One day when they’ve got all of us rounded up there they’re going to lock the gates from the outside. Fuck them, I ain’t going there. I’m just trying to meet up with my girlfriend at a bar without getting mashed like a wad of gum on the sidewalk.
I arrive at my destination, The Carrot Patch Pub, in one piece and with time to spare. Yeah, that’s right, I’m dating a rabbit. You think a rat dating a rabbit is weird? My last girlfriend was a fox. She had a beautiful swath of freckles running down her back (I have a thing for freckles!) but things weren’t working out so I broke it off. Actually I found someone with cuter freckles. Hey, I’m a rat. I might as well live up to the stereotype, right?
Since there’s no rat sized door in this rabbit infested bar, so I have to either wait for someone to open it or beat on it for a rock to get someone’s attention. Before I can get my rock out, a drunken rabbit stumbles out and I manage to scurry in before the door closes. Not many mammals here yet, just a few scattered around at the tables and booths and a couple at the bar, all rabbits of course. I walk to the bar and climb up the leg of a barstool to the seat and jump up onto the bar.
The bartender, a solid black rabbit named Tom, with eyes that glint red when the light hits them just right, looks at me, sighs disgustedly and brings me a shot glass half full of rum and without saying a word goes back to whatever he was doing. I have to watch my tongue around Tom. Rum loosens my tongue pretty quick and the last time my tongue got loose around Tom he put an upside down beer mug over me and would have kept there until I passed out if my girlfriend hadn’t intervened, after she quit rolling around laughing of course. The mammals at the bar had started betting on how long I would last.
I sit on the bar, take off my backpack and set it beside me. I have to carry a backpack. I keep my cell phone, wallet, rock and other necessities in it. Rat clothes have tiny pockets, can’t get much more than my hands in them. I open the backpack and take out my cell phone and a tiny mouse sized cup. I dip the cup in the rum and take a drink. It’s easier to drink it this way without spilling it, especially if I’ve been drinking. I text my girlfriend and let her know I’ve arrived safely, and almost immediately get a reply saying she’s running a little late (as fucking usual) and telling me not to get drunk in the meantime. I can ignore that second part, she’s not my Jiminy Cricket. I might as well surf the net while I’m waiting.
About a half an hour and one refill later, I sense a foreboding, if not hostile presence before me. I look up to see a grey fox staring intensely at me, and he does not look pleased.
“I finally found you,” he growled.
“You found me?” I replied. “I didn’t know I was lost.” *Oh shit! He found me!*
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Just so everyone knows, the next scene doesn't align with the previous one. Enjoy!
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“Come on baby, I said I was sorry.” What was supposed to be a romantic date with my girlfriend suddenly turned into a disaster when I complimented a grey fox vixen sitting at the bar on her pretty freckles. My girlfriend had gone to the restroom and left me alone and slightly drunk at the bar. I had noticed the freckled fox and walked down the bar to compliment her. I’m a rat. I’m small. I usually sit on the bar in front of my girlfriend when we come here, but Tom the bartender frowns on me walking around on the bar, but he wasn’t looking at the time and I took full advantage of the opportunity. Just in time for my girlfriend to return from the restroom to catch me red tongued.
“Sorry is not going to cut it this time A.O.,” Tropical Storm Eileen says as she paces around the living room of our apartment. I’m stand on the coffee table she is circling to get some height so I don’t get a sore neck from looking up at her. It’s better than looking at her knee caps. “You embarrassed me in front of the entire bar!”
“Me? You didn’t need my help for that. I wasn’t the one screaming at the top of my lungs. Yes, I may have implied that you were cute but I didn’t say it.” Yes Eileen is a bunny and I know that I’m not supposed to call a bunny cute. But that doesn’t change the fact that she is indeed cute. “All I said was that your freckles were cuter that hers. And by the way, you are cute when you’re mad!” Apparently this was the wrong thing to say because Tropical Storm Eileen just upgraded herself to CAT 5 Hurricane Eileen. One of her large hind paws starts thumping like a jackhammer, probably setting off the seismograph down at the University. This is confirmed by an answering pounding on the shared wall with the adjacent apartment accompanied by a muffled shout. Her face turns a shade of red I’ve never seen on her before. Of course I have to go and exacerbate the situation. “I reckon you can’t handle the truth.”
“AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!” she screams. “You... You… You rodent! You DIRTY RAT! You have no idea what the truth is!” Her expression slowly morphs from anger to pain and finally settling on sadness, her eyes filling with unshed tears and her lower lip trembling. I’m shocked, not by the dirty rat epithet, I’ve been called that so much during my miserable life it no longer affects me. I’m shocked by the defeated look on her face and by the sudden crushing feeling in my chest, both of which I’ve never experienced before. Seeing her standing there, looking at me with tears in her eyes destroys me. What have I done? I fall to my knees, then to my back on the table with my hands over my eyes. She’s going to leave me, I know it. She’s going to kick me out and I deserve it. It’s all my fault. I’ve been pushing her buttons for so long for my own enjoyment that I never even gave a thought to how she felt. This feeling in my chest increases as I realize that I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave her, ever. I think, no I know now that I lo…
I suddenly feel paws on my ears and I am snatched up into the air. “Stand up and talk to me, A.O.” she says as my instincts take over and I emit an involuntary Rat Scream of Death (RSOD). My instincts work as designed as she drops me and emits her own BSOD in response. I land on the table with a loud thump, bounce off onto the floor and scurry beneath the table and under the couch. I hear her say “Oh my God A.O., did I hurt you?”
Before I can reply I hear a loud pounding on the door.
“ZPD! Open the door now!”
I recognize the voice, it’s Eileen’s friend, and she does not like me, at all. She thinks I’m a bad influence on Eileen because of my record. It’s only a few drunk and disorderly and resisting arrest charges and it’s been awhile since I’ve had one, but she’s right. I think I’ve proved that tonight. Eileen’s been trying to set up a double date between us and her friend and fox boyfriend to prove to her friend that I’m a good mammal but I don’t see that happening now. She’s leaving me and I’m going to jail.
Eileen hops over to the door and opens it before Judy on Duty kicks it down. Judy rushes in with her tranq pistol in paw, followed by a smirking fox with his paws in his pocket. “Are you OK? Did he hurt you? We heard the screaming as soon as we got off of the elevator! Where is he? I’m going to strangle him with his own tail!”
“No, he didn’t hurt me. What are you doing here?” a confused Eileen replies. “Put that thing away!”
“We received a call for a domestic disturbance at this address.” the fox says. “Officer Hopps here was quite concerned when she heard the address. I’m sure she broke a few regulations driving here.”
Judy gives Nick the look as she holsters her gun. “OK then, what’s going on and where is that miscreant?”
“He’s under the couch and we were just having a discussion about the “C” word. It wasn’t a domestic disturbance.”
“Must have been some discussion.” Nick says. “I’ve heard foxes gekkering that wasn’t as loud as those screams.”
I choose this moment to come out from under the couch. I’m not letting her take the fall for this. This is all on me. “Don’t shoot! I’m coming out. I’m not armed!” I crawl out from under the couch a lot slower than I scurried under and stand up in the middle of the room with my hands held high and fingers spread wide. “It’s all my fault. She had nothing to do with it. Take me. I confess. Leave her out of it.”
Before Judy on Duty or her shadow can respond Eileen sweeps me up into her arms and hugs me to her chest. “Oh my sweet little honeybunch, I’m so sorry!” She squeezes me tighter into her bosom. Oh yes! No doubt about it I love this bunny. It’s about time I let her know it.
I look up into that cu… beautiful face. “I’m sorry too. I’ll never call you cu… the “C” word again. I love you, my Beautiful Bunny!”
“I love you too, my Romantic Rat!”
“Gaaack… I’m getting a tooth ache… Ooof! Thanks Carrots, I needed that.”
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I hope you all enjoyed this. I do plan to have more chapters like this that include Eileen and the OCs or sona's of some other friends in various misadventures. Enjoy!