The Military Thief

The Military Thief

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"A Zootopia fanfic molded into a military story with the hard work of eleven volunteers"-@MooseDoggo Maxie is a fifteen year old maned wolf. She lives on the streets, shoplifts and obsesses over maple syrup and pancakes. Not having much to do with her lonely life, she decides to do the most genius option in the book: Go to a fist fight. Not any fist fight though;the legendary 'Backstreet Fight', hosted by a smug basset hound. Or is it? She gets swept away by mistrust and uncertainty. Was the military really there to help them? Were her parents really killed in a terrorist attack six years ago? Was the society she lived in real? What was going on? Will she come out alive from the blood thirsty reality of Zootopia City? Read on if you wish. Updated weekly on Saturdays. #wattys2017
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Preview He wasn't exactly sure how they had ended up like this Well, that wasn't true; he had a very clear memory of every moment that had taken him from point A to point B, and no doubt those memories would haunt him for some time to come. But that didn't mean he fully understood why he had his partner pressed against a tree in the Rainforest District, both of her legs hiked up with her paws resting on his thighs to compensate for their height difference as his paw slipped past the now unbuckled waist of her standard issue ZPD slacks. He was obviously as insane as she was, something that he continually tried to convince himself of when his fingers wedged and squirmed their way into her briefs. He almost managed to stop himself, almost managed to think for a moment before the adorable bunny chirred her approval and arched her hips and completed the motion for him. He was dumbfounded when his palm cupped over a heat that he had never felt from a vixen before, and perhaps even more dumbfounded when his middle digit pressed inward all too willingly until he felt that same wet heat wrap around it. This drew a sound he had never heard from from his partner and best friend, sort of a high pitched whimper/cry as her small paws dug into the front of his uniform. Tiny claws gripped and pulled him towards her so hard that he almost slammed his muzzle into the tree he used to prevent them from falling

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