Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps pulled into the parking lot behind Precinct One, Judy laughing as Nick told her yet another one of his funny stories from his hustling days. The two had been together for several months now, and their relationship was just growing stronger. Nick even planned on asking her out on a date soon, if he could muster the courage up.

“Oh my Gosh Nick, you’re so funny…” Judy said, tears still rolling down her face as she opened up the car door, jumping out onto the paved road below.

“I try Fluff, I try.” Nick replied, as he hopped out of the oversized police cruiser. He folded up his sunglasses and stuck them in his uniform pocket, grabbing Judy’s paw and walking her over to the front of the precinct.

“Whelp Carrots, it’s the end of the road for today.” Nick said, with a sad tone to his voice.

“Whelp… I’ll see you tomorrow, partner!” She said, extending a paw in a fist bump. Nick gladly accepted the bump, smiling warmly as he did so.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” He said, giving her a warm smile before turning around and making his way towards his car.

Walking for several minutes, he finally reached his car, a beat up red convertible. Reaching into his pocket and grabbing his keys, he moved in to turn them into the lock, but before he could do so, he felt hooves grab him up from behind, pinning him to the door.

“H-Hey! Let go!” He yelled, shaking and squirming in an attempt to break free. He managed to get one arm free and grabbed the arm of his assailant, but before he could attack back, he felt a rag up to his face, and the strong smell of chloroform. Drifting into unconsciousness, his last thoughts were of Judy, wishing, hoping she wasn’t subject to the same fate he was.

———-

Waking up, Nick found himself strapped to a table in a dark room, his uniform stripped off until nothing was left but his naked body. The table was surrounded by three rough-looking sheep, dressed in black leather jackets and ripped jeans.

“Well well, look who’s finally awake… Rise and shine, foxy!” One of them said, as the others moved away from the single overhead light and into the darkness, as the lead sheep paced back and forth. “You and your bunny friend have given us quite a bit of trouble, fox. With our leader stuck in jail, we’ve been without guidance for months - Bur as always, we have a solution to our little predicament…”

“Wha-? What are you talking about?!” Nick stammered, struggling to break free from his makeshift prison.

The sheep chuckled, shaking his head back and forth. “Is it not obvious? We’re going to turn you into our new leader. The bunny? She could be turned eventually, but you? Your only purpose to us is as a vessel, a vessel for her return.”

“L-Leader?? You don’t mean…”

Before Nick could finish, he was suddenly sprayed by some weird, sticky liquid from a nozzle on the ceiling. The fox yelped and squirmed as he was coated with the substance, squirming and trying to break free. Taking deep breaths, his fur dripped with the substance, but he caught something out of the corner of his eye. The sheep had returned, and they carried with them what looked to be the deflated skin of one of their kin. But as it moved closer, Nick recoiled in sheer horror as he recognized the mask’s facial features, which resembled a very familiar assistant mayor he and his bunny helped depose.

“What… What was that??” Nick asked, bewildered and confused.

“That? That was glue. To keep you from breaking away from your new form… Dawn.” He said, reaching into his pocket and procuring a stopwatch, beginning to wave it back and forth in front of him. Nick couldn’t help but stare at the watch as it swang, getting caught in its rhythmic trance.

“Listen closely. You are Dawn Bellwether, former assistant mayor and leader of our little prey supremacy movement.”

“I… I’m… Dawn? No, that can’t be right… I’m Nick” the fox shouted trying to resist his little trance as his shackles were lifted. The two other sheep began suiting their poor victim up, starting with the legs. Although he shook his legs and tried to struggle, his efforts weren’t enough, and his fox paws slowly disappeared underneath the acrylic hooves.

“No! You are not Nick. You are Dawn. You managed to escape prison by using a body double, and now you’re back and here to lead us!”

Nick could feel as the suit was lifted up over his groin area, he could feel a rubber tube clamp over his penis, as the silicone pussy was pulled over his own genitalia.

“N-No! No I’m not!” he shouted, closing his eyes as he shook and thrashed. He couldn’t give in… He had to keep fighting! For the sake of Zootopia, for the sake of his family… for the sake of Judy. But as he projected the mental image of his beloved bunny to the front of his mind, he could feel himself slipping. Who he was, the very fabric of his identity, was being replaced, by that of a hateful, speciesist sheep.

As Nick continued to struggle against the hypnosis, his shackles were released, as the goons pulled up the chest, yanking big wooly boobs over the fox’s orange and yellow chest. This was followed shortly after by the arms, the floppy latex and wool arms coming to life as they became animated and full of life. Suddenly, the struggle stopped, as the fox flopped limply, submitting to his captors’ demands.

“Now my dear, what’s your name?”

“D-Dawn…” The fox cooed, causing the sheep to light up with joy.

“Welcome back, boss.” The sheep said with a grin. Motioning over to one of his goons, he clapped his hooves together, as the goon holding the mask nodded, walking up behind Nick and stretching the neck as wide as it could to. Slowly lowering it over his head, Nick’s vulpine features began to slowly disappear under Dawn’s face, until eventually, the only thing indicating there was a fox at all was the little bits of orange fur around his face. And with a sudden SNAP, the goon let go, and Nick Wilde was no more.

“Dawn” snickered for a moment, as “she” admired her new body. It was so remarkably similar to her old one, even it had to be build on an… inferior base. Hopping up from off the table; she struck a wide grin as she grabbed the glasses from the table and put them on over her eyes.

“Wow, you guys did a real fine job finding me a suitable vessel.” she said, clapping her hooves together.

“Welcome back, boss.” The sheep said, smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah yeah, save the flattery and get me some clothes. Now… we have work to do. There is still MUCH to be done before the city sees those dirty preds for what they truly are….”