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On her regular patrol, she caught sight of a mouse thief in the act of robbery. Judy pursued him, eventually cornering him in an alley. With quick reflexes, she reached out and grabbed him, securely placing him in a small, clear glass box she happened to have in her bag. The glass container allowed the criminal to see out into the world, and the world could also see him. True to her playful nature, Judy decided to tease her captive once more. She brought her face close to the glass box, her warm breath fogging the surface. She dragged her wet tongue across the glass, teasing the possibility of eating the mouse. With a wide grin, she taunted the mouse inside. “Seems like I’ve captured another of your kind,” Judy taunted. “You mice just can’t resist causing trouble, can you? But don’t worry, I’m here to put an end to your little crime spree.” To her surprise, the mouse criminal didn’t react with fear or anger the way Jesse had. Instead, he swallowed hard and begged her in a soft, breathy voice, “Please, Officer Hoops… I’ve always wanted to be eaten by a rabbit cop like you. It’s been my lifelong dream. Just give me this one thing before you take me in.” Judy’s ears shot straight up with shock, and she pulled her face away from the glass box, staring at the small, pleading mouse with disbelief. “What? Are you crazy?” she snapped. “I’m a cop, not some kind of… I don’t even know what to call you. A willing victim?” She shook her head fiercely, refusing to let the bizarre request get under her skin. “Absolutely not. What kind of officer would I be if I indulged in such twisted desires?” she retorted. “Just because I tease a little doesn’t mean I take pleasure in actually harming others.” The mouse looked crestfallen, but Judy knew that she couldn’t let her emotions waver. She was a police officer, sworn to protect Zootopia and its citizens – no matter their species or personal fetishes. “Your weird request doesn’t change anything,” she said firmly. “You committed a crime, and you’re going to face the consequences.” As Judy secured the container and called for backup, she couldn’t help but feel unsettled by the encounter. She decided that, going forward, it would be best to stick to the more traditional interrogations – no matter how thrilling the prospect of being a predator, even in jest, might have been. And so, Judy Hoops continued to patrol the streets of Zootopia, serving and protecting, always putting the safety and well-being of citizens - both the innocent and the guilty - before her whims and curiosities. Her duty was, after all, to uphold the law and ensure justice for all. A few days had passed since Judy’s unsettling encounter with the mouse criminal who wanted to be devoured. She had tried to put the experience out of her mind, focusing instead on her duties as a police officer. On a particularly hot afternoon, Judy took a break from her patrol to sit outside and enjoy a cold glass of water. She gulped the refreshing beverage down greedily, relishing the cool sensation as it provided a brief reprieve from the heat. As she neared the bottom of the glass, she felt a strange, tiny object in her mouth and hurriedly spat it out into her cup. To her shock and horror, swimming in the liquid remnants was the very same mouse she had arrested days ago. “What in the—” Judy sputtered, her heart racing. “How on earth did you end up in my glass?” The soggy mouse gasped for air, his tiny paws treading water as he grinned up at her. “I told you, Officer Hoops,” he said, his voice both desperate and determined. “I just want to be captured by you. So here I am, offering myself up as your… snack.” Judy’s expression darkened, her ears laying flat against her head. “Listen to me,” she said, her tone stern and powerful. “My job is to protect and serve the people of Zootopia, not to entertain your twisted fantasies. What you’re asking of me - it’s completely unthinkable.” She fished the mouse out of the water with steady hands and set him on the ground, her eyes never leaving his shivering form. “If I ever catch you attempting something like this again, you’ll find yourself in more trouble than you can imagine. Do you understand?” The mouse hung his head, clearly chastened by Judy’s warning. He nodded meekly before scurrying away, leaving Judy to stare after him, her heart pounding from the adrenaline of yet another disturbing experience. Judy knew she couldn’t let these incidents distract her from her duty, but it was getting increasingly difficult to ignore the frightening, sinister undercurrents that lurked within her city. Determined to remain focused on her mission to keep Zootopia safe, she resolved to face any challenges head-on, always prioritizing the well-being and security of the citizens she was entrusted to protect. In the days that followed, Judy had hoped that her stern warning would be enough to deter the persistent mouse from pursuing his dangerous desires. She had tried her best to return to her normal routine, focusing on her duties as a police officer and the daily ins and outs of life in Zootopia. One evening, after a long day of patrolling the city, Judy returned to her apartment and prepared a plain lettuce and carrot salad for dinner. She sat down at her small dining table and dug into her meal, grateful for a quiet, simple moment to herself. As she reached into the bowl for another bite, her fingers brushed against something small and solid that definitely didn’t belong. Judy froze, a sinking feeling in her chest as she carefully picked up the obstruction. To her dismay - but not entirely to her surprise - it was the same mouse from before, nestled within the folds of the lettuce. Even now, his eyes pleaded with her, and he uttered those now-familiar words: “Please, Judy, I just want to be captured by you.” Judy’s expression hardened, and she set her jaw firmly. “Enough,” she said, her voice steady and composed, but cold with anger. “I warned you before, and I meant it. Your twisted fantasies have no place in my life, and it’s time for you to face the consequences of your actions.” Swiftly, she got up from her table, holding the small mouse securely in her hand as she grabbed her phone and called her fellow officers. “I have a persistent stalker,” she explained, her voice remaining even despite her inner turmoil. “He has disregarded previous warnings and continues to invade my personal space with dangerous intentions.” The mouse stammered in protest, but Judy paid him no heed. She had given him more than enough chances to change his ways, and now it was time for him to understand the gravity of his actions. As she handed the mouse off to her colleagues, she turned her attention back to her own safety and well-being. She’d grown stronger and more determined to never allow anyone to compromise her dedication to preserving peace and justice in Zootopia. And so, Judy continued her unwavering mission to serve and protect her city, fearlessly facing the challenges that came with wearing her badge with pride and resolute integrity. She was Judy Hoops, a rabbit cop that would never succumb to the darker desires that might momentarily threaten her purpose in Zootopia. The following day, Judy was at her desk, trying to relax and put the recent troubling events behind her. After a long shift, she pulled out her favorite book to enjoy some well-deserved downtime. Picking up her glass of water, she took a deep gulp – only to suddenly feel something familiar within her mouth. In dismay, she spat out the water onto her desk, and there, soaked and gasping for air, was the same mouse. Shock and frustration overwhelmed her as she demanded, “How did you even get out?” The mouse, shivering from the cold water, looked up at her with a wry grin. “My father is the chief of the NPA. He pulled some strings, and I got off scot-free,” he boasted, rubbing his dripping fur. “But listen, Judy, I’m willing to strike a deal. I promise to leave you alone forever, but only if you swallow me and then throw me back up.” Judy’s eyes widened, and she felt a mix of anger and desperation. “Are you out of your mind?” she exclaimed, her ears laying flat against her head. “I am a police officer. My duty is to protect and serve the citizens of Zootopia, not fulfill your depraved desires!” Frustration boiled inside her as she continued, “I will not do what you’re asking me to do. I will not let you undermine my integrity and compromise my position as an officer.” Straightening her posture, Judy glared at him, her voice steady and firm. “You are going to turn yourself in. You will face the consequences for your actions and confront the reality that this is a serious situation. I’m not a toy, and you do not have the right to manipulate or harm me – or anyone else – to satisfy your dangerous fantasies.” With that, Judy picked up the mouse and marched him straight to the NPA headquarters. Confronting his father, the chief, she related the entire sordid ordeal. The chief, visibly dismayed and ashamed, assured Judy that he would ensure his son received proper counseling and, if necessary, legal repercussions. Despite the difficult circumstances, Judy remained steadfast in her dedication to upholding the law and maintaining her moral compass. She knew that she had faced one of her most bizarre and troubling challenges yet, but she refused to let it change who she was as an officer and as a rabbit. Judy continued to protect and serve the citizens of Zootopia with a renewed sense of purpose, knowing the strength of her own convictions could never be swayed by the darkness that threatened to taint her city’s heart. The very next day, as Judy returned to her apartment after another long day of patrolling the streets of Zootopia, she found a surprise waiting for her. The chief of the NPA himself stood at her door, holding a beautifully arranged gift basket. “Officer Hoops,” the chief began, a sincere and apologetic look in his eyes, “I just wanted to extend a personal apology to you for my son’s actions. It’s been a difficult time for our family, and I assure you we’re working on making sure he learns his lesson and gets the help he needs.” Judy nodded, appreciating the gesture. “Thank you, sir. That means a lot to hear. It was a complicated situation, but I’m hopeful that things will get better.” The chief gestured to the gift basket, saying, “As a token of our gratitude and apology, I brought you this basket of fried rice balls. It’s a special family recipe, and you’re meant to gulp them in one go without chewing. I thought you might enjoy it as a small treat.” Judy’s ears perked up in curiosity as she took the basket with a grateful smile. “Wow, that’s very kind of you, sir. And it sounds like an interesting way to enjoy a snack. Thank you very much.” The chief tipped his hat to Judy, his expression still solemn but relieved. “You’re welcome, Officer Hoops. Please continue to keep Zootopia safe. You’re doing excellent work out there.” With that, he took his leave. Judy closed the door and brought the basket over to her table, her curiosity piqued. She picked up one of the rice balls and examined it, the delicious aroma tempting her to try it. Well, she thought, no sense in not giving it a try. Judy opened her mouth and popped the rice ball in, gulping it down as the chief had instructed. The flavors and textures were unique and delightful, and she couldn’t help but smile. It was a small moment of joy in the midst of the chaos and challenges she had recently faced. As Judy Hoops continued her days as a police officer, she never forgot this thoughtful gesture from the chief or the incredible resilience of the people of Zootopia. She remained ever-vigilant and focused, tirelessly working to keep her city safe and ensuring that those who needed help found it, too – even if the journey to reach that help was difficult and, at times, seemingly impossible. Judy was on the brink of dozing off, reflecting on the bizarre events of the past days, when she suddenly heard a small chuckle coming from within her own body. She felt a strange movement in her stomach, one she couldn’t quite place. Her heart raced as she hesitantly pressed her ear against her belly, her breath catching in her throat as she heard the unmistakable voice of the same mouse from before. “Looks like I got you after all, Officer Hoops,” he taunted from within her stomach. “You really should have known better. There’s no such thing as a ‘fried rice ball’ that’s meant to be swallowed without chewing.” His cocky laughter echoed within her, filling her with a mix of anger, fear, and disbelief. “You see, my old man was in on it the whole time,” the voice continued. “He couldn’t resist the idea of pulling off this little caper. Even the leader of the NPA could use a good thrill now and then.” In a flurry of thoughts and emotions, Judy struggled to process the reality that not only had the chief betrayed her trust, but the mouse had managed to achieve his twisted goal as well. Her heart pounded relentlessly as she considered her options. Taking a deep breath, she considered indulging the mouse’s wishes, though it made her feel sick to her stomach to think of willingly bringing a life closer to harm. Regardless of his ill intentions, she reminded herself that she was an officer, and her duty was to protect the lives of others – even those like him. However, the thought of him violating her personal boundaries and making her feel used and weak was infuriating. She wrestled internally between her instincts as a police officer and her own vulnerability, feeling the weight of the decision bearing down upon her. In the end, a sense of justice and duty won out. Judy took several steadying breaths and steeled herself for what was to come. It was, in a way, counter-intuitive; but if she wanted to protect the lives of others, she had to protect this mouse as well, no matter how much she loathed the idea. Judy closed her eyes and tried to relax her body, preparing herself for the difficult task of forcing herself to throw up. It was a horrifying thought, and she dreaded the sensation that would soon accompany it, but she knew it had to be done. As the bitter contents of her stomach began to rise, she could feel a tinge of regret settling in. Surely there had to be another way to resolve this situation without further endangering herself or giving in to this mouse’s demands? But the moment had passed, and before she knew it, she found herself retching and spitting up onto the cold bathroom floor, the taste bitter and acidic in her mouth. Her muscles were tense, her jaw aching, and her eyes watering from the strain. And there, amongst the remains of her dignity and the ruined remains of the fried rice ball, lay the mouse – looking small and helpless, but undeniably smug. He looked up at her, his eyes twinkling with a twisted sense of victory. “You did it, Officer Hoops,” he said with malicious delight. “You made my day. Now I can leave you alone and move on with my life, knowing that I’ve finally achieved my goal.” The mouse scampered off as Judy stared after him, her breathing ragged and tears streaming down her cheeks. In that moment, she was devastated and furious – not only at the mouse for his audacity, but at herself for choosing a compromise she never thought she’d have to make. Yet, despite the pain and the humiliation, Judy knew that she had made this difficult decision in the name of protecting and serving her city. Even in the face of betrayal and degradation, she had remained true to herself as a rabbit and an officer of the law. Her spirit may have been beaten and bruised, but it was not broken. And so, she vowed to continue fighting for justice and the safety of those in Zootopia, with every last ounce of strength she had left. In the days that followed, Judy struggled to come to terms with the overwhelming feeling of defeat and humiliation. She had been outsmarted and manipulated by the very criminal she was sworn to protect her city from. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see his smug little face, mocking her from within her own stomach. “Why didn’t I see it coming?” she asked herself aloud one night as she tossed and turned in her bed, unable to find any rest. “How could I have been so blind?” Judy turned the events over and over in her head, trying to find some sort of clue or detail that she may have missed. But each time she ran through the scenario, the only thing that stood out was how completely she had been fooled by both the mouse and the chief of the NPA, whom she had once respected. “I can’t let this go,” she muttered under her breath, her hands clenched into tight fists under her pillow. “There has to be some way to make things right – some way to take control back from that conniving little rat.” As the days turned into weeks, Judy couldn’t shake off the need to find some sense of justice for herself and her compromised morals. She knew she couldn’t just confront the mouse and force him to apologize – this had gone beyond simple apologies. Besides, she doubted he would feel any real remorse for his actions. She needed something more; something that would hold him accountable for the recklessness and danger he had caused. As Judy continued to wrack her brain for answers, her mind inevitably returned to the chief. Regardless of his initial motivation or involvement in the plan, she couldn’t shake the overpowering sense of betrayal that came with knowing he had been a part of it. Perhaps, she thought, if she could hold him responsible and expose his part in the scheme, she could find some closure and take back her sense of authority and self-esteem. But how? She couldn’t simply march into the chief’s office and demand that he own up to his actions – she had seen firsthand how easily he could lie and manipulate others. She would need concrete evidence, something irrefutable to show his role in the plot. As she pored over various documents, security footage, and witness statements, Judy found herself growing more and more cunning, calculating every move she made with a newfound level of precision. She began to monitor the chief’s comings and goings, listening in on his conversations for any scrap of evidence or any moment of vulnerability she could exploit. One evening, as she hid within the darkened parking lot outside the headquarters, she overheard a heated conversation between the chief and his now-detained son. She couldn’t make out the details, but the anger and desperation in their voices struck a chord in her – it seemed that the chief himself was growing increasingly unstable in the wake of his son’s actions, and the bonds between them were rapidly fraying. Judy took full advantage of this knowledge, discreetly collecting pieces of evidence that she could use to create a case against the chief. Despite her determination, a small part of her was conflicted, unsure if she was going too far to achieve her goals. However, her desire to see the chief held accountable for his part in her own humiliation ultimately trumped any doubts. Slowly, painstakingly, Judy built a case against the chief, gathering enough evidence – and enough courage – to take her findings to the higher-ups within the NPA. The process was filled with obstacles and moments of heartache, and she faced skepticism and scrutiny from all sides. Yet through it all, her resolve never wavered. After a difficult trial filled with twists and turns, the chief was finally convicted and sentenced to 20 years in prison. It was a bittersweet victory for Judy, who had fought tooth and nail to uncover the truth and hold him accountable for his actions. With the chief securely behind bars, she felt a renewed sense of purpose and the satisfaction of seeing justice served. Still, her victory wouldn’t be complete without confronting the mouse who had started it all. She sought him out, finding him in a nearby café with an empty expression on his face. Judy couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at this unlikely victory. She approached him, a confident smirk playing on her lips. “Well, well, look who’s finally gotten his comeuppance,” she said with a triumphant tone. “Your little game didn’t work so well in the end, did it?” Judy expected a reaction – fear, anger, or perhaps even a grudging respect. Instead, the mouse’s face remained completely blank, not revealing the slightest hint of emotion. This lack of reaction confused Judy, leaving her struggling to understand his silence. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” she questioned, allowing her confusion to briefly break through her confident demeanor. “I just put away the man responsible for your little scheme. Aren’t you the least bit bothered by that?” As the mouse continued to sit in silence, Judy internally speculated on the possible reasons for his lack of reaction. Perhaps he was so stunned by her victory that he couldn’t find the words. Or maybe he was simply too ashamed to admit defeat. It was also possible that he was planning yet another twisted scheme, leaving Judy caught in a web of uncertainty. Regardless of his reasons, Judy refused to let the mouse’s silence diminish the significance of what she had accomplished. She stood tall, a hard glint in her eyes as she addressed him. “Whatever it is you’re thinking, it doesn’t matter,” she said firmly. “Justice has been served, and I will continue to do my job as a police officer to ensure that no one – not even you – can manipulate others in the way you did to me.” With that, Judy turned and left the café, feeling a weight lifted from her shoulders. Even in the face of the mouse’s silence, she knew that her victory had been earned through hard work, determination, and an unwavering commitment to her duty as an officer of the law. As she walked away, Judy couldn’t help but feel proud of how far she had come and how she had overcome the trials that had been thrown her way. It had been a long, winding road filled with challenges and setbacks, but she had fought every step of the way, emerging stronger, more resolute, and even more dedicated to the pursuit of justice in Zootopia.