Zootopia, the world's metropolis, was a vast shining jewel that stretched across five different habitats.  So grand this city was that it had its own time zone, and a long reach of political presence.  From above it resembled a geode structure, complex skyscrapers in many shades from sandstone to turquoise.
For the most part, Zootopia was a place of balance, of perfect equilibrium between the rights of arctic and desert, tropical and temperate, prey and predator, after thousands of years resolving conflicts and unlearning habits.  But some creatures yearned for a different peace.  One that was natural, one that ordained to a specific order of their place in life.  At least, that's what a small group of reptiles in the central park were offering with a full stall and pamphlets.
	"My friends!" cried a crocodile.  "The Natural Order beckons a new way of life, back to the old ways where the prey can find pleasure, and predators can aid them in the greatest joy they could ever know!  Please, ask anything you like, take a pamphlet!"
	"So what you bet?" asked Nick watching from afar.  "Cult or party?"
	"Mmmmm...party," Judy shook her head, "those suits don't say a cult to me."
	"There's plenty suits up in finance who are into some freaky stuff."
	"Yeah but they wear suits because it's their job Nick, these guys would wear looser clothes!"
	"Alright, you say party, I say cult, let's see how it goes."
Sitting out on patrol in the park, Nick and Judy Wilde-Hopps were scanning for potential troublemakers under a pleasant shade in the warm afternoon.  Their eyes were fixed on the yellow stall, a croc and two komodos offering pamphlets to curious herbivores.
A few were a little startled and would shuffle away, but some were more than excited by what the group were offering.  Pamphlets were handed, questions asked, and everyone the crocodile spoke to for longer than a minute, would walk off with a strange look of glee.
	"Definitely a cult," Nick murmured, "look at them, those pamphlets laced with nip or what?"
	"They couldn't get away with that," Judy scoffed, "he's probably a good talker, like a politician."
	"Nobody walks away THAT happy talking about politics."
The officers strolled casually as they could through picnicking sloths and jogging leopards, slipping behind a tree to overhear a conversation with a black sheep.
	"I always thought about stuff like this," she said plucking her wool, "it seemed kinda silly, that just because I'm prey, I should be thinking like that."
	"Oh that's perfectly reasonable," the gator smiled, "you will find more than enough predators who would be glad to fulfil your dream."
	"But...isn't that illegal?"
	"How can nature be illegal?  We never force anyone, every prey who comes to our order does so by themselves.  To accept it in your heart fully, makes it all the sweeter."
	"Ohhh...y-yes," the lamb bit her lip, "I thought I was just...different from the family but...you're right, it should be like this."
	"The pamphlet will tell you more," he handed one to her, "but you require a special ink."
	"What...special ink is that?"
	"The one that's flowing inside you...my dear."
His rumbling voice made her shiver with bliss, skipping away with rosy cheeks.  Judy rolled her eyes as she handed Nick a five-dollar bill, stepping up to the kiosk when the coast was clear.
	"Aaaah officers!" the gator clapped.  "What a beautiful day it is!"
	"Sure is pal," Nick leaned on the desk, "not seen you around before, kinda curious what you're selling."
	"Oh we're not selling anything," said one of the komodos, "this is more like a...free education."
	"So it's a seminar?" Judy peeked up on her toes.  "About what?"
	"The ordainment of all prey," said the other komodo, "the joy of prey is to know your pleasure serves another, to submit yourself from the fear of living and escape to a peaceful freedom."
	"Knowing you served the natural order," the crocodile offered his hand, "Claude Sorensen."
	"I'm officer Wilde-Hopps," the rabbit reached up to shake, "this is my partner, officer Wilde-Hopps."
	"Ahahhh, any relation?"
	"Nah," Nick shrugged, "just a coincidence, you'd be amazed how common it is-nah I kid we're married."
	"Aww congrats!" one dragon bowed.  "Taking your vows, til death do you part?"
	"Mmhmm you know it."
	"Why is it UNTIL death do you part, what if you wanna be together in the afterlife?"
	"Uhhh...I dunno," the fox rubbed his neck, "just one of those traditions."
	"Yeah but," the other komodo brushed his tie, "thing about love is you wanna go out together, even after you're gone you'd never part, least that's...sorry I'm kind of an old romantic."
	"It's alright Gavin," the first dragon gave him a smooch, "that's why I love you."
	"May I have one of those pamphlets?" Judy waved her hand.  "I'm curious myself."
	"Oh but of course!" Sorensen handed one.  "Always glad to see more prey wanting to serve."
	"I didn't say anything about serving, I'm just wanting to know what your order's about."
	"Oh no no, WE are not an order ma'am.  We advocate a return to the Natural Order, what our ancestors decreed, the yearning for prey to please their predators by fulfilling their existence."
	"Okayyyy but," Nick rapped his fingers, "what does that mean?"
	"It can be anything the prey wants," the croc grinned, "predators like you and I are mere caretakers, and the prey are our stewards to make us strong."
	"Okay, sir...this sounds like a cult, right?  I don't want the wrong impression so, you gotta clarify this."
	"The pamphlets say all," said Gavin, "you just have to open your mind."
	"I'm opening as much as I can," Judy squinted, "but this doesn't tell us anything, are you offering massages, self-confidence lectures?"
	"We offer both," said the other dragon licking his lips, "everyone who's come to us has had one-hundred-percent satisfaction."
	"Can we meet any of them?" Nick palmed his chin.  "Maybe we know someone to get a referral!"
	"Apologies, officer," the gator bowed, "we always keep them confidential.  I respect our prey's want to be part of the order, in serving predators with their bodies."
	"Mmmm, alright, I respect that, it IS weird you keep calling them prey, wouldn't think that was something you could say nowadays."
	"That is my belief...as well as those who agree with me, is this park not under the rules of fair speech?"
	"It is," Judy grimaced, "as an historic term at least.  Do you have an address we can visit?"
	"I cannot say," said Sorensen shaking his head, "for the sake of privacy."
	"That's kinda sus," Nick crossed his arms.
	"Some of my clients are very sensitive, plus to protect ourselves from any time-wasters and riff-raff, we invite only those who truly believe in the prey's station in life."
	"And how do you do that?"
	"They figure out the pamphlet.  It requires a special ink to see the truth."
	"And do you have that special ink?" asked the hare.
	"All of us do...especially those like you."
He smiled with all his teeth, long pearly whites giving a dominant energy that made Judy tremble in her loins.  Her body stiffened yet it wasn't from fear, something warmer and thicker in her gut as Nick stood up to his full height.
	"Look, Sorensen, we don't mind if it's sex work, long as you got the permits it's all good, just maybe get some better PR."
	"I think it says exactly what it needs to," the croc loomed over Nick still seated, "you just haven't found your place."
	"Oh I know my place, your pamphlet makes as much as sense as an IKOA instruction manual."
	"Hahaha, my apologies officer.  I have a unique style of writing and I can hardly change it now with my loyal fans."
	"Fans huh?" Judy leaned close.  "Are you a leader?"
	"Ohoh no, nothing so grand, I'm simply an organiser of events...and every prey who's come to us, has never been more happy."
That same smile again made something twitch in her thighs, a deep rumbling at the back of his throat not threatening in any way, but somehow brimming with such power it took all her strength not to flatten her ears in submission.
	"Thank...you," she stepped back with plastered grin, "have a good day, sir."
Nick looked at her confused as they walked back to the precinct with the pamphlet in her hands.  From pint-sized stoats to gargantuan hippos, the Zootopia Police represented the widest berth of species throughout the city, outmatched only by the hospitals.
Tigers scratched at desks, elephants snatched donuts with their trunks and squirrels scrabbled up columns to fly over halls with backpacks full of papers.  On their desks was a folder full of missing creatures, largely herbivores and the odd smaller carnivore over two months.
	"He seemed nice," Nick leaned over her, "you alright Carrots?"
	"I...yeah, sorry I'm trying to figure out this pamphlet."
	"It's a sex cult, you know it, I know it, let's be real."
	"Mmmmm...he kept every word so vague, too practiced."
	"Cuz he's running a cult, I thought you were the smart one."
	"Sorry Nick," she giggled, "think I got too much sun keeping my head open."
	"That guy looked like he wanted to open yours."  The fox curled his lip.  "His voice made me feel all weird and...tingly."
	"Wait, you too?"
	"Hmm?"
	"UHH, YES, I mean, he was certainly offputting!"
	"Hey, Malts and Ale!"  A rhinoceros lurched over their desks.  "We got another case, same MO as the last."
	"Seriously?" Nick shook his head.  "It's been two days since the last one-"
	"It's a family."  He handed them an address.  "Forensics on their way, neighbours called it in."
Heading out of the precinct and into their squad car, which was modified to have heightened pedals for their smaller legs, they raced down to a quiet suburb on the edge of Savanna Central, a modest street with detached houses in pale summer colours and porches out front.
Two cars were already outside a blue house, as giraffes and flamingos peeked out their doors and stared from their yards whilst officers asked them questions.  The case was like so many others, a couple or a singular herbivore disappearing from their home, with no signs of abduction or forced entry.
But this was the first time it was a family, the Steersteins who had three children.  Their car was missing, plates were left out at dinner still licked clean, a fridge almost empty but for some cheese and peppers.  The cows' bedrooms were untidy but not ransacked, with all their luggage and phones still left behind.  The only indication of foul play in these cases, was a trace of blood always dated to the day of their disappearance.
On this incident however, there was a new development.  The oldest child's bedroom contained a very familiar pamphlet, sitting on her bed along with a knife from her own kitchen.  While Nick and Judy recognised it as the Natural Order's, one thing was different.  A rectangular box with a generic slogan inside, much different to the one on their own copy.
Taking a picture of the evidence, the Wilde-Hopps returned to the station and back to their desks.  Amongst cheetahs whizzing around and tapirs carrying sheafs, they compared their pamphlet with the one from the scene.
	"I knew it," Judy smiled at Nick, "different slogans on each, ours talks about 'the path to freedom you must open here'."
	"But it don't open," he scratched at the box, "maybe this one's defective?"
	"No, something's missing, I'm sure there's a clue and I'm sure they're connected."
	"Well I'm gonna check with Traffic to see if anyone saw their car leave, ANPR must've seen something."
	"I hope we can find something before I get back home, this case is driving me crazy."
	"Yeah, I hope so too."  The fox gave her a smooch.  "I'm gonna msis you out there."
	"I knoooow," she hugged his arm, "wish you could come, you'll be okay without me?"
	"Carrots, I managed plenty years without you, a few more days won't kill me.  Alright, see you in a bit."
The hare kissed him back with a wave, and checked over the missing creatures again.  Not enough of them were in financial trouble, or struggling with mental issues, but all of them had seemingly left their houses of their own accord.  Her mind rattled with Sorensen's words, trying to figure out the inscrutable pamphlet and whether it held a deeper secret.
	"What does he mean by special ink, what special ink that we all have...wait."
Noticing the blood trace, something clicked as she pulled out a pocket knife from her desk.  She scratched her finger to let it bleed over the pamphlet's space, a lush steady drip until it covered enough before bandaging her wound.  Nothing seemed to happen, the blood soaking into the box space as she rolled her eyes.
	"Damn it, was hoping that would work...maybe I can check this at home."
She put it into her knapsack, waiting for Nick to come back with a hot coffee to share.  By the time their shift was over, still nothing came from Traffic, and so they went home for the day where Judy prepared herself for a trip back to her hometown.

After a fast trip through the monorail, the podunk town she grew up in had never changed.  Old creaking windmills and long sweeping vegetable farms, the grand flat plains and clear skies made her feel like she was the only rabbit in the world.  Until the horde came rushing.
	"THERE SHE IS!"
	"JUDYYYYY!"
	"W-WOAH, HEY HEY SETTLE DOWN!"
A mob of lapines assaulted her in a frenzy, her siblings dogpiling as they pulled her down the station steps and into the arms of her parents.  Surprisingly Gideon was there too, a flat-headed fox wearing his pink baker's apron.
	"Hi sweetiiiiie!" Bonnie smooched her head.  "Ohhh how are you doing?!"
	"I'm good!" her daughter nodded.  "Sorry Nick isn't here, we couldn't sync our PTOs."
	"Pee-tee-whut-now?" Stu scratched his head.  "I thought guys didn't get those, that's like a girls-only thing."
	"That ain't whut she meant you ol' coot," Gideon snorted, "how's city life treatin' ya?"
	"Not bad!" Judy shook his hand.  "How are you, Gideon?"
	"Well I-i-I'm helpin' yer folks, yer dad bust his axle so just lettin' 'em borrow my truck."
	"And we very much appreciate it," Bonnie patted his hand, "makes up for poker night doesn't it?"
	"Hey I won fair and square!" Stu shook his finger.  "Ain't my fault you got a bad poker face!"
	"I-i'll beat ya next time," the fox shook his fist in jest, "you just got lucky!"
	"Well I DO got two rabbits' feet, haha!"
	"Yeah yeah, laugh it up.  Anyways Judes lemme take yer bag."
	"JUDY JUDY!" six kids pulled at her hands.  "You ever chased someone?!"
	"You shoot any bad guys!?"
	"You ever done a, a, habeas corpus?!"
	"Now where did YOU learn words like that?!" Judy chuckled.
	"I saws it on Sea-Span!"
	"I told you that cable deal was no good," the mother muttered, "kids these days knowing too much before they know how to dig straight!"
Absent-mindedly giving her bag to Gideon, Judy walked over to the fox's truck with her parents handling the rest of the family.  Whilst the horde of children were being piled in the back, Gideon saw a pamphlet with a slight whiff of metallic odour.  He knew that exact scent, and opened it up with a gasp.
	"All good?"
	"UHH, YEAH!" Gideon stuffed it in his pocket.  "Sorry, here's yer bag."
	"Thanks!" she hopped up front with him.  "How's the pie business?"
	"Great, great, yer pa runs me ragged but it makes good money!"
	"I don't run you THAT hard," Stu clambered in, "you got your own kitchen!"
	"I-i-i-i know that, I-i'm joshin' ya you ol' coot!"
As they drove off through the town, the Hopps family bantered with each other catching up on local news.  Gideon kept looking towards Judy, ideas ticking away in his brain.
	"And THEN," the mother gasped, "Mitzi climbed into the oven, it was so strange!"
	"One li'l bun gettin' in there's silly enough," said Stu, "but five of 'em in one day, thought there wuz something wrong with our youngest!"
	"So I go checking it myself, and wouldntcha know it, there was a streak of carrot cake sticking in the back that got our little ones' attention."
	"Oh my gods!" Judy chortled guilty.  "I'm glad no one was hurt but sheesh, how did that happen?!"
	"That mighta been my fault," the fox cringed, "made a cake too big, forgot you guys had a smaller oven."
	"Oh it's fine Gideon," said Bonnie waving her hand, "you're always such a good baker we just can't help having more!"
	"Hahah, yer welcome to have all ya want, this the first time you had young'uns crawl in the oven?"
	"You know...weirdly no," the mother stroked her ear, "I remember Judy did that."
	"What, no I didn't!" Judy snorted.  "Why would you think that?"
	"You did something reckless when you were little, course most of our kids did."
	"OHH, the snare!" Stu snapped his fingers.  "You had that thing round your neck, and you were flailing around like a dead fish!"
	"THAT, d-daaaad I was rehearsing a play!"
	"Well I hope you got the part you were really into your role!"
	"Whut kinda role wuz it?" the fox leaned in.  "I-i don't remember that play."
	"I was...rehearsing something IF I got the role, it wasn't a local play."
	"With a rope round yer neck?"
	"Maybe we should move on!" her face turned redder.  "It was a silly thing when I wanted to be an actress!"
	"Hey-ey, I-i ain't gonna kinkshame."
	"It was NOT a kink, I didn't even get close to doing-"
She immediately shut up.  Her eyes became tight as Gideon gave an odd knowing look with a slow grin.
	"Didn't you used to do that?" asked Stu.
	"Oh honey that was just a phase," Bonnie tittered, "you know it's what they call that...mmmm, what was it now?"
	"Prey-vibes," the fox added, "stuff sum folks do to feel like they uh...they being preyed."
	"How do you know that?" Judy raised her brow.
	"Known a couple folks like that...small carnivore types, did stuff like you did."
	"So it's...it's not weird?"
	"Naaaah, whutever you wanna do, s'perfectly natural right?"
	"I think so too!" her mother beamed.  "Sometimes it's good to just let your instincts flow, get back to where you really belong."
	"Natural...huh..."
The officer looked between her parents and Gideon.  Sometimes a look was shared between them as they arrived back at the family house.  Judy hurried to her room, her mind suddenly fraught with ideas she hadn't thought of since childhood.  She looked over to her bag wondering about the pamphlet, then pushed the sack away and rolled into her bed to rest up before dinner.

On that same night, Nick Wilde-Hopps had gotten a lucky break.  Traffic had discovered the route the Steersteins had taken, a boulevard on the edge of the Rainforest District.  Through the arid streets of Sahara, tunnels separated the environments to keep from cross-contamination, with each habitat requiring a specific set of conditions to flourish at their best.
The vast verdant jungle rose beyond the climate wall as Nick drove beneath the twisting trees, darkened streets crowded by overgrown roots that wrapped around buildings.  He found the family car in a small parking lot, reporting it in to his radio as he stepped out.
	"Damn," he gasped, "windows look like fireflies out here...I wouldn't mind living here, the night always soothes me, what about you Carrots-"
He looked at her empty seat, a sad sigh from his lips as he put on his gloves and opened the Steersteins' vehicle.  His flashlight scanned over the seats, a couple of books and a handheld game console in the back.
	"Alright, let's see...keys are in the ignition, that's weird, didn't take them.  Kids had toys with them...no signs of force, but who takes their family to a dark street on the other side of the city?"
He picked up the book and took a deep whiff of the strongest scent in the vehicle.  A young calf, preteen, the paper held her scent with the pages bent at the ears to tell him how beloved this book was.
Putting his snout to the ground, the fox tracked her through the streets with ears twitching to keep alert.  Sometimes a call went in the night, a howling screech from a civet, or a Conda Civic peeling its wheels.  The damp of the rainforest stuck to his fur, soaking his clothes with an uncomfortable weight slowly building.
The scent of the Steersteins remained as Nick sifted through the odours of every local who came through.  With the power of canid perception, each scent was filed away in his short-term memory, then separated from the environment like trying to hear the drums in a rock song.  The family's smell brought him to a street two blocks away, an old door hidden near the wall.
	"Alright."  Nick pulled out his baton.  "Please, please don't be six guys bigger than me."
He kicked the door open carefully, surprised to find it unlocked as he rolled in with flashlight to scan the rooms.  An old empty apartment block, with evidence of some cleaning from a cold clinical stench that hung in the air.  The fox searched with his snout, following the trail to a large room with a central table.  Tufts of hair were left on the slab, and the more he smelt around the place, the darker his expression became.
	"Ohhh...god, what happened here?  But these pheromones...they...there's no fear scent around here.  I'm smelling joy...arousal even, this...this isn't someone who got kidnapped."
Putting on a UV lens to his light, a white smear filled the table with countless droplets, splashes across the wall including one or two pools with the imprints of hands and knees.
	"This...this can't be right.  None of them were scared but three of them were kids?  Haaah...jeez, come on Nick get a grip, they had to be drugged right?  No."
He sniffed again to confirm no drugs.  The constant waft of arousal smothered him as he bit his lip with a tenting in his pants.  Thoughts filled his mind with a shameful recreation but the scents couldn't lie.  Two pairs of hands and knees on the floor, father was spread on the table, mother and daughter dangled from the ceiling.
As he took photos of the victims' spots, he struggled not to fiddle with himself.  The tantalising mix of blood and semen slathered across the floor, combined with the estrus of bovines permeating the walls befuddled his mind, and he finally couldn't stop himself.  Alone without Judy, he pulled out an evidence bag, whipped out his cock, and pushed his throbbing vulpine shaft in to jerk off.
	"Haaaah, f-faaah...god you, y-you damn freaks, you all came right here to kill yourselves?  S-some big th-thick...hungry predators wanted to ruin ya?  MMMMPH!  You didn't even say no, not even your kids you s-sick...SICK, AAAH!"
Nick had heard rumours of such groups before, underground snuff clubs and meets on the dark web.  But never had he stumbled upon a place like this.  The absence of fear inspired him, placing him on the scene as he saw Mrs.  Steerstein hanging herself like a rack of meat, dripping her juices as her eldest daughter choked gleefully beside her.
Her husband was gangfucked on the table, along with her two youngest daughters on the floor, squealing in bliss at the savage regression to basic instincts.  To simpler times when prey were prey, and predators freed them from the suffering of life.  Nick kept on pumping, the bag rustling around his cock as it swelled with surging knot.
Bucking his hips with excitement, he imagined being one of those predators, fucking the mother as she hung herself, pounding that juicy beef cunt, her choking coughs as she begged him for more, begged her womb to be defiled before she died.  The longer he jerked himself off, the more he started shifting from being the predator, to the prey itself.
What if he was on that table, getting violated both ends, fucked like a ragged sleeve pleasing a much stronger, superior predator?  The submissive aura of the Steersteins' last moments infected him, whimpering his own pleas to be snuffed out and disposed of.  Then he came at last, shooting his jizz into the evidence bag and whimpering with a feeble howl.
	"A-AAAH!  HAAAH!  O-oh FUCK...haaah...fffffucking shit."
When his orgasm subsided, his face turned beet-red with guilt.  Shame crawled up his back and disgust filled his veins, but there was always something lurking, something that told him it wasn't that bad.  After all, the Steersteins clearly enjoyed it, why shouldn't he?  In the midst of his struggle between morals and wants, he spotted something scrunched up in the corner, a scrap of paper he unravelled.  His eyes widened recognising the font of the Natural Order, the pamphlet from the park, with the address being this very room.
	"Shit.  So that...that's what they're selling."

Back in Bunnyburrow, Judy rolled out of her bed and headed downstairs to the smell of something cooking.  An odd heavy scent came roasting from the oven, her father still in his pyjamas staring through its window.
	"Oh, morning dad!  I thought you were at work."
	"Mmm naw, I'm not going in today."
	"Eh?"  She checked the clock on the wall.  "It's not St. Lapintine's is it?"
	"No no, no...Judy, you ever considered where you really belong?"
	"Oh come on dad not this again, I'm a police officer now!"
	"No no, I'm not talking about that."  He stood up with a stretch.  "I'm talkin' about bigger things, like whut our place is in life, whut we're really here for."
	"I...don't know," she smirked sitting at the table, "kinda early to get into philosophy."
	"Might as well before I kick the bucket."  He sat up beside her.  "Gideon told me that you uh, were part of a special club."
	"Wait, kick the bucket, what, what special club?"
	"The pamphlet in yer bag, he saw it when he wuz driving us home, I had no idea you's were in the Natural Order!"
	"...what?"  Judy shook her head.  "Dad, I'm, no, I'm not, that was part of work-"
	"Now now you don't gotta hide nothing," Stu patted her back, "truth is your mother and I were dealin' with a lotta thoughts, and we just didn't know how to express it."
	"What...sort of thoughts, also where's mom?"
	"She's cooking, don't worry, anyways, you wouldn't believe yer luck!  Gideon's a member of that order too!"
	"He...he is?"
	"Yeah he's outside now, digging a place fer us!  I said if'n we were going out, yer mom and I should be together."
	"Dad, okay, just..." she put her hands on his shoulders, "what...do you think I'm doing, and what do you know about this order?"
	"I-i-i'll take over if that's okay."
The fox strolled through the back door carrying a shovel.
	"Mornin' Judes, sleep well?"
	"Hey, Gideon, what's going on?  Dad said you're in some order."
	"Oh yeah, same as you from thuh pamphlet!"
	"No, it's not like..." she pursed her lips as her cop mode engaged, "I...got the pamphlet from the park, and I WAS curious, but they didn't tell me what was going on.  I was hoping to meet someone who knew more."
	"Makes sense."  The portly fox looked in the oven.  "She roastin' away fine huh Stu?"
	"Hohohhh yeah," the old rabbit shook his head, "always knew how to work up a sweat."
	"Never thought you'd be all into this," Gideon walked to the table, "but seein' how reckless you were, that noose game you said you wuz actin' an'...well, thuh fights we had."
	"I thought you always had a death wish li'l Judy, but...damn if I didn't hit it on the head, wanting to be true prey, how come I didn't see it sooner!?"
	"Why else would a rabbit wanna be police?  Might as well jump right in sum predator's teeth thuh legit way, heehee!"
	"True...prey?"  The officer shook her head.  "What do you mean, Gideon?"
	"Natural Order, s'all about findin' prey who're willing to know their place.  Prey who wanna be prey, prey who serve thuh land by pleasin' predators...with their lives."
	"And just like that," Stu clicked his fingers, "it all came together for me and your mother.  Gideon asked us about it, we gots to talking and he sold us on the idea of being prey for a kind-hearted, hard-working pred such as him."
	"So you're...you're saying," Judy gulped, "this order's about making us...submit to predators?"
	"Whutcha think?" the chufty fox grinned.  "Seemed weird fer a cop to be into that, but I-i don't kinkshame!  OH, yer mom's ready!"
	"Wait, my mom, where is she?!"
	"I got her on the phone," Stu pulled out his, "knowing you, you'd never believe it unless it came out her own lips."
A recording played showing Bonnie, sitting in a metal tub naked and shaven from head to toe.  Judy reeled back at first, but then realised she was sitting in the oven tin.
	"Hi sweetiiiiie!  Just leaving my last message for you, because I know you.  Hopefully Stu remembered to tell you and if not, Gideon's there too."
	"Sure am," the fox said in the phone, "now uh, you mind I-i-i use olive oil?"
	"Just lemme finish this, dear.  So...I never thought you wanted to be true prey, but it all just clicked when Gideon told us about the Order.  It's a little strange and frightening, but the more he talked about it...the more I realised it was just what me and Stu were missing."
	"Wh-what?" Judy gasped.  "Oh my god, mom, MOM what are you saying?!"
	"Don't worry, your father and I are perfectly happy, it's what we always wanted!  Serving a real predator, and Gideon's been such a sweetie he deserves to enjoy us!"
	"Oh I-i sure will," said past Gideon, "you made me thuh happiest carnivore in thuh world, I-i'm gonna love snuffin' out yer family."
	"The little ones are going to an orphanage until they make up their mind.  Some of them weren't sure to be snuffed, so they can decide later.  Gideon said he has good friends to look after them."
	"They won't do nothin' to 'em unless they say yes.  Scout's honour."
	"Thank you dear.  Welp...see you on the other side Judy, Stuey."
She waved farewell as the phone moved to Gideon's hand, olive oil pouring over her luscious pink skin before she slipped into the oven.  The next few minutes showed her getting immensely aroused in the burning heat, the oil sticking to her thighs and her moans of discomfort turning to panting bliss.
Her daughter watched in horror at her mother's death, slowly cooking away as Bonnie started to scream.  She wasn't even tied down, gladly burning as her shrieks of orgasm were evident amongst insufferable anguish.  As her flesh became golden brown, Judy felt a horrible twitch in her loins at her mother's last spurt, a squirting gush on the oven door.
When she looked up, Bonnie was in front of her, roasted to a sheen on the table with her head placed beside.  Even in death she was smiling, as Stu leaned over to kiss her warm lips.
	"N-no...no you, you didn't," Judy gasped.
	"It's whut she wanted," Gideon smiled, "I-i'll have her later, after Stu's had his turn."
	"Oh god, oh GOD, Gideon what the HELL!?" she jumped out her seat.  "THIS, TH-THIS...I-I'M A POLICE OFFICER, ARE YOU INSANE?!"
	"Nobody's insane round here," Stu chuckled patting her, "I got tested for that, now I know it's a bit much to deal with, but it's what me and your mother wanted."
	"Besides you want it too," the fox grinned mid-stutter, "I-i, I know you do...I-i can smell it...Judy."
The daughter stiffened in outrage, torn between the sudden grief but also a deeper feeling that twisted in her gut.  Her mother's bliss had been palpable, the rapture she savoured and the calmness of Gideon's voice all swirled in Judy's mind with a gentle drip down her legs.
It was just like that crocodile at the park.  Was it true?  Was this really her true desire to be the ultimate prey, someone so willing to die for a predator's pleasure?  She gulped trembling from head to toe, seeing the fox and her father gently undo their pants.
	"What...wh-what are you doing?"
	"What your mother wanted," Stu chuckled, "crazy old thing, told us she wanted to get roasted, then spitroasted on top of that."
	"You wanna watch?" Gideon offered his hand.  "Lemme show ya thuh Natural Order...once I-i'm done with yer pa, I-i-i'll take you to 'em, an' if you still wanna die like true prey, then we do it."
	"...any...a-any way I want?" she twitched her ear.  "You're serious?"
	"Any way you want.  I-i'll make you feel better than you ever been, yer whole life."
	"...alright."  Judy clasped her hands.  "If...if this is what we're doing, and I can't...I can't even hide it, I never wanted this to happen but...but I feel so weird."
	"You stay right there pumpkin," her father climbed on the table, "just gonna give your mother the send-off she deserves."
His daughter would watch her mother's body be defiled, the cock that made her and all her siblings pumping into that hot wet cunt.  Stu didn't even flinch when he grabbed the oily drumsticks and pounded his dead wife.  Gideon took the neckhole, slipping it over his cock like a condom and stuffing to the hilt as he groaned in rapture.
The sight of her father and the former bully spitroasting her mother turned Judy wetter than ever.  It was a sickening feeling, twisting with guilt, but at the same time it felt so perfect.  Remembering the look of joy Bonnie had in her last moments, it encouraged the officer to slip her hand between her legs.
Twisting her feet in sorrowful lust, she fingered her pussy imagining it was Nick.  But then it became Gideon, when she saw that thick knot slamming into Bonnie's throat, stretching it wider, a moist slapping filling the room as the rabbit roast jiggled back and forth.
	"HAH, a-aaah!  Ohhh Bonnie, ohhh yer just as tight as when we married!"
	"Mmmph, I-i bet," shuddered the fox, "always wanted yer wife to suck me off."
	"You still got her head...if'n that pleases you."
	"Ohhh it sure does Stu.  But not as much as killin' you."
The father blushed with an odd giggle, Judy still pumping her cunt in twitching gasps until she could no longer stand.  Slumped on the floor, she fingered deep as she could until Gideon looked to her and offered a basting stick.  She caught it and went to work, not even trying to excuse herself as she fucked deep enough to tickle her cervix, a painful twitch that made her yelp.
	"A-AAAH!  OHHH!  O-oh god, m-mom, MOM, wh-why did you...AAAH!"
	"She gonna taste real good," breathed Gideon Gray, "mmmph...fine-ass milf always begging with them hips fer me to fuck her dead."
	"Glad I...c-could join," Stu moaned mid-thrust, "real h-happy we could...pleasure ya, Gideon."
	"I-i'll take care of yer kids...all two-hundred-and-seventy-five of 'em...ain't no one'll ever see you Hopps again, outside of thuh mass grave I-i dug, fer yous out back."
The father suddenly came, the thought incensing him to imagine his bones buried with his wife and children.  Pumping hot white into his cooked beloved, he raised his head up in bliss to expose his neck proudly to Gideon.  The fox picked up a carving knife, grabbed Stu's ears, and slit his throat open with a deep single cut.
Judy screamed with excitement, not the fear she was hoping would come as her father was killed in front of her.  She suddenly came from the surprise, whimpering peals of delight, the fox leaning over Bonnie's corpse to suck on Stu's throat and drink deep of his blood.
The whirling scents of meat and ichor brought him to a climax, smacking Bonnie's neck even harder.  His teeth sunk into Stu's neck, sucking his rich red as the gurgling hiss of the rabbit father vibrated down his throat, swallowing his last words.  Gideon almost imagined he was eating the rabbit's soul, as he pumped his seed into Bonnie's roast.
The daughter squirted all over the baster, panting with sobs of joyful confusion from the cream trickling out her mother's neck.  The fox pulled back to let Stu fall on his wife, hugging that beautiful golden-brown skin, as he wiped the blood from his lips and picked up Bonnie's severed head.
	"Yer family were always good to me."  He pushed his wet cock in her mouth.  "I-i-i'm glad, I-i could repay thuh favour...your folks were happy to die fer me."
	"H-hah...aaah...god...I can't believe...you really...did that."
	"Mmhmm...fuck yer mom wuz hot...you don't mind I-i just...fuck her head?"
	"N-no...go right ahead.  I'll help."
She submitted to her needs, crawling forwards to her childhood bully and sucking the tip of his cock pushing down from her mother's throat.  He tasted like Nick, saltier but that same foxy musk that excited her still.  All her thoughts were drowning in fatal lust, and it was then she finally understood the joy the Steersteins had known in their last week.
	"That's it," Gideon whispered, "good bunny...I-i'm glad you finally learnt your place."

After the death of Judy's parents, she met up with Nick as they would share their experiences through a long guilt-ridden conversation, confessing the surge of lust they each had felt in that same week.  Through Gideon they would contact the order, as friends and willing "partners" awaiting their turn, and offering their own assistance to strengthen its position.
When reports of the Natural Order came to their desk, they would discard cases knowing that each and every "victim" had died happily to their predators.  Because of this, the Order would spread throughout suburbia, as more and more disappearances, but less and less would be reported.
A month would pass, during which Zootopia undertook a whole new narrative.  Members of the civil service encouraged prey species towards something they've always been missing, something only predators could fulfil.  Advertisements nudged them with keywords and suggestions, whilst school curriculums were subtly changed for young impressionable minds to learn their place.
In that time the Natural Order would swell from being a vague operation, to an actual political party endorsing a return to the old ways of prey knowing their place, and predators aiding them.  Support shot up from the grassroots in every quadrant, and endorsements from surprising candidates more often prey than predators.
The Order were careful about who they picked.  Never anyone unwilling, always searching for the lustful and suicidal.  Judy found more encouragement with Gideon sending her letters every time one of her siblings had chosen death.  She recognised all their words, their happiness flowing in realising their true place.  And soon she would find hers.
	"Ready Carrots?" Nick asked her one day.
	"I've been ready all month," she bounced on her feet, " I can't believe we're really doing this, I couldn't even sleep!"
	"When'd you ever sleep?" he rubbed her back.  "After those neighbours you used to have, they still at it?"
	"Oh yeah, banging their horns the day, banging their beds at night.  I kinda miss them."
	"I can invite them to be our neighbours."
	"Please don't."
They chuckled as they stepped up to an old house in the Rainforest.  The pamphlet in their hands was a new one, as the door opened to reveal the two komodo dragons.
	"Heeey, glad to see ya, come on in!"
	"You want a drink?"
	"Uhh sure, thanks!"
Inside was an old apartment, a couch and a table in the central room with kitchen nearby kept surprisingly clean.  The crocodile Sorensen sat in a yellow suit, showing the badge of his party as he stepped up to shake their hands.
	"Niiick, Judy, so good to see you!  Thank you for all the help establishing us."
	"Hah, no prob," the fox blushed, "glad things are going well, you get your foot in the door?"
	"Ohoh yes, we'll be running for election soon and our support base is enormous!"
	"We did our best to help," the rabbit bowed, "after you'd shown us all that you really do, we realised you were right all along."
	"I am so glad to hear," Sorensen kissed her cheek, "you helped us lay the foundation and, no disrespect to your precinct but, some of them can still be closed-minded to assume we were doing something sinister."
	"I was once like that too, assuming it was a murder-kidnapping.  Glad it wasn't, and thanks to Gideon I got to meet you OH speaking of which!"
She pulled out her phone and showed the latest text from him, whilst Gavin the komodo gave them some lemonade for their last drink.  Smiling at the camera, the portly fox waved to her with his dick hanging over a grave filled with little bones.  His cum had bleached them white, the picture titled "277 BUN(NIES), NEW BAKING RECORD!  HOPE YOU'RE 278 JUDES!".
	"HAH, bun!" Nick chuckled.
	"What a magnificent predator," Sorensen cackled, "I should see about getting him lauded, perhaps a higher position in the party."
	"That would be great!" Judy squeaked.  "He really deserves it, he snuffed my family out and was so sweet about it too.  Speaking of...is it our turn?"
	"It most certainly is," the crocodile smirked, "how would you like to die, my dear friends?"
	"Well...um," Judy rubbed her hands, "god this is so weird, I don't even know!"
	"Just follow your heart.  No matter what it is, there is no method too great for us to cleanse you."
	"I...well I...since I was a leveret I...always had this thing about ropes round my neck.  I know it's not something big but...always excited me having my neck go tight."
	"You want to kill yourself?" asked Gavin.  "Hang from a noose in front of us, watch us get hard to your choking?"
	"Y-yes," she shuddered, "oh god yes...please."
	"I wanna see it too," Nick moaned, "and...I wanna join ya."
	"Wait, join me?" Judy turned to him.  "But, you're a carnivore, I thought you wanted to-"
	"No."  He took her hands.  "I could never hurt you...but if someone else did...and I did nothing to stop it because I was dying too...I want to die with you Judy.  I want to know how you feel, in your last moments...being prey to some big superior beast."
The reptiles smiled together, watching the couple kiss each other in a sudden grip of passion.  The last breath they would share, savouring the heat of their bodies as they would quickly undress, their tongues locked together as their paws roved all over their backs.  Sorensen loosened his tie, slipping off his suit as the komodos did the same with one of them heading back to the kitchen.
It took all of Judy's restraint to pull herself free from her husband, webs of saliva trailing from their snouts as he suddenly went for her tits.  A sharp squeal made her cackle as the fox sucked her teat, moaning with passion as she looked to Sorensen with a heavy blush, but he simply nodded and bade them continue as he took off his pants.
The predators said nothing, letting the lovers go as far as they wanted until they pulled themselves apart.  They had all fully undressed, the komodos each having two hemipenes, and the crocodile having a large swollen girth with a thick gourd base.  All of them towered over the mammals who trembled with excitement, their tails flickering with pre running down their legs.
	"You want I set up the noose?" asked Gavin's husband.
	"Let me do it."  Judy said.  "I'll need a ladder."
Providing one, they watched the rabbit climb up and attach a discarded cable to the ceiling fan.  Nick started to stroke himself, panting at the sight of her wet pussy and how it clenched in anticipation.  Much as he wanted to fuck her one last time, the prospect of watching others use her was even more tantalising.
Stepping halfway down the ladder, she rolled the cable down to be crotch height for the reptilians, before wrapping the noose round her neck.  Her small furry body shook hard enough to make the ladder wobble, causing her to turn wetter by the minute.
	"Are you ready madame?" Sorensen stroked her ears.  "Any last words to your husband?"
	"W-wait," she gasped, "I...Nick.  You never told me how you wanted to die."
	"I wanna see you die first," the fox licked his lips, "you don't mind these guys are gonna...use you, huh?"
	"Oh no.  That what prey like me are good for, right?"
	"Exactly," said Gavin, "don't worry ma'am, you and your husband, even in death will stay forever, long as me and Derek have."
	"God you're so romantic," said Derek, "but yeah, we'll fuck your wife good when she's dead, like she deserves.  What about you?"
	"Just fuck me," he shivered, "fuck me 'til I break, 'til I'm just a rag on your dicks."
	"Wonderful," the gator chuckled, "then let us begin.  Goodbye Mrs. Wilde-Hopps...we shall not miss you."
He grabbed the ladder and pulled it away, letting Judy drop with a sudden choke as her legs kicked in frantic instinct.  Her arms were not tied, no need for a prey who understood their place as she suffocated on the nooise.  Her gasping face turned Nick even harder, his knot swelling fully with a plump pulsing pre spittling down his legs.
	"Ohhh...Judy!  God you look...mmmph, f-fuck."
	"Go ahead," said Sorensen, "show her how much you enjoy her death."
Her husband stroked himself, the rabbit kicking in desperation that fought against her desire, the will to live versus the need to die.  Suicidal bliss filled her head, the air running out in her brain, her throat getting tighter as her voice turned to a shriek.  Sometimes her hands reached for the noose, but she never pulled.
Her smile grew as her eyes rolled up, her cunt spurting with the same rich spray her mother had in her last moments.  She finally understood what Bonnie felt, and it was the most beautiful thing to face the abyss.  Darkness filled her vision, the room blurring as her throat burned as hot as her pussy, the males panting around her.
	"Yessss," muttered Derek, "that's a good rabbit, kill yourself.  Make yourself extinct."
	"All of your species will disappear," said Gavin, "one by one, we'll watch you snuff yourselves out on the streets, in your houses, even kill each other.  No one will miss you, and the world'll be happier."
	"All the better," Sorensen kissed her cheek, "the last of your family, committing suicide for our pleasure...your bloodline erased.  Is that not the most wonderful thing?"
Judy struggled to say yes as her fingers turned limp.  Her eyes were bloodshot, her neck going purple, her thoughts disappearing one by one.  She couldn't remember her mother's face, only the plump carcass that Gideon fucked and ate.  Her father faded away, and all her brothers and sisters with them too.  The last of the Hopps died even before she gave her last breath.
	"J-judy, OHH, f-fuck, OHH JUDY!"
Nick sputtered a hefty shot, splattering jizz under her feet when she finally stopped moving.  Her head drooped forwards, her ears flopped, and saliva trickled down her breasts as the gator gripped her body.  Pulling her body against his scaled belly, he pressed his large meaty head against her pussy.
	"Now you, Mr. Wilde-Hopps.  My companions will aid you in joining your wife...as you watch her corpse pleasure me."
	"Yes, YES, f-fuck, thank you Mr. Sorensen!"
	"Get on the table then...make sure you get a good view of my shaft in her dead cunt."
The fox laid down on his back, his face beneath Judy's legs as he watched Sorensen push inside.  The first few inches would test her limit, the lack of resistance making it easy to stretch her walls until they split.  Blood trickled down his harpoon, the rabbit's hips snapping apart until her legs would dislocate.
The croc was not gentle, but he was slow and patient in fucking Judy, savouring her sweet tightness, claws pinching her tits as he grunted with quick thrusts that cracked bone and flesh.  Nick throbbed even harder seeing her belly turn full, the shaft's imprint swelling her gut as Sorensen ripped through her cervix.
	"MMMPH!  God, your wife is a tight little whore," he chuckled grim, "her womb is like...nnngh, a condom too tight for me."
	"H-haaah...ohh jeez, h-how tight?"
	"Tight enough that-ah!  Nnngh...her womb WAS tight, Mr. Wilde-Hopps."
Nick sputtered again, his body shaking with a howl of bliss at her ruin.  Then he saw the komodos, their long hemipenes thick and studded with dozens of bumps as they stood at both ends.  Their claws felt cold and smooth as the first cock was given to him, tapping his snout.  He swallowed without offer, gladly tasting the unusual texture of the lukewarm length.
The second halberd rubbed his cheek, the lizard moaning at his tongue wrapping round the meat and starting to choke when it hit halfway.  The other dragon pushed into Nick's rear, stuffing with one cock to hear him whine with a suckling clench.  The first few inches went back and forth, opening his ass as the furry pucker squeezed on the bumpy dick with ripples of pleasure.
	"Howsit feel little guy?" said Gavin in his throat.  "You still see your wife?  She must be loving it with the last thought she had."
	"Oh you bet," said Derek, "you're not the first couple we helped, and they always say how glad they are someone else fucked them dead."
	"You couldn't have saved her anyway...Sorensen's ended more families than you've had hot dinners."
	"Shame she wasn't pregnant...I'm glad your wife is dead, cuz by the time we're done you, you'll die a fucking queer."
The fox spurted harder, his knot flaring like a red ruby as he painted his belly with white strips.  He sucked the lizard deeper, his ass spreading wider with every thrust that Derek made.  The fox was no virgin, having had a few experiences in the past, but this komodo felt different.  Knowing they would kill him, knowing they would violate him, knowing they would use his cold body.
For the first time in years he whimpered like a puppy, choking on the dragon's meat who started facefucking faster.  The other cock scraped on his cheek, drooling pre down his neck whilst Derek at the other end smeared his pre across the thigh.  The sound of pounding hips and snarling breaths filled the air.
Throughout all this, Nick got a full view of Judy's corpse being ravaged, the croc pounding deeper until her womb split apart with thicker blood down his pillar.  With each pumping thrust, her belly peeled another layer when Sorensen scraped the mesentery, that hot fleshy wall just beneath the fur lining.  Every passing second, Nick could see more and more of that hot piercing lance, the veins pushing through Judy's hairs.
	"Haaah, a-almost...yes!" the gator shuddered.  "Once I cum in her worthless womb, your fate is sealed little fox."
	"MMMPH, GLRRK!  M-MMMPH!"
	"You wanted this?  To watch your wife die, your hopes, your future, your dreams of a family you could have had?  Fear not...I shall take that burden off your soul, the unjust struggle of expectation put upon an inferior's back."
The crocodile grabbed Judy's legs and pulled hard to snap them out their joints, dangling her lower as he jackhammered with sudden strength.  Her belly turned purple, her head dangling like a pendulum with each pump as the leader's voice became snarling, raspy, dominant in a way that turned Nick even more submissive.
One too many thrusts fucked through the skin, as Sorensen pierced through the wife's stomach.  Her body split in half, blood drenching free to splatter across Nick's face, the crocodile roaring as he hit his climax.  Dangling off his beastly pole, the remnants of Judy's womb hung tattered like sails, dripping off in wet strips as the gator's cum sprayed across the table.
Nick was given a chance to breathe when Gavin pulled out his throat, keeping his mouth open to taste the crocodile's seed tainted with his wife's blood.  Dangling off the sides of the meaty halberd was Judy's ovaries, that soon popped from the overflow as her bloodline was truly erased.
	"MMMMPH!  Haaaah...ohhh what a good whore she was."
He pushed her head down to kiss his bloody glans.
	"And still hungry for more...your wife will pleasure me long after you're both dead."
	"H-haaah...god," whimpered Nick, "th-thank you.  Thank you sir, m-my wife...Judy was so happy to die for you."
	"And we're all happy you're dead too," said Derek above him, "thanks to you, Zootopia'll be much purer, stronger for the future when all you prey are dead, and your bones are ashes."
	"Yes," the fox gasped, "god yes, I wanna be prey like Judy!  Kill me!  Just kill me, I wanna be extinct!"
	"Good boy."  Sorensen stroked his cheek.  "Now join your wife..in a forgotten paradise."
The komodos grinned to each other, as they lined up both cocks to his ass and throat.  With perfect timing they thrust together, the fox's screech silenced in moments when his jaw snapped open and his ass split in two.  Hot red poured round Derek's shafts, lubricating for a deeper penetration with a loud tearing noise coming through.
The monitors gasped in joy at Nick's wilful destruction, the jawbone cracking out of joint to accommodate the hot swollen halberds now gaping his throat.  His neck showed the bumpy ridges, his lungs blocked off as his cheeks turned blue with heaving gasp.  Struggling whimpers vibrated down Gavin's cocks, the throat turning tighter as Nick's eyes rolled upwards.
He embraced his death with ease, not even trying to take more breaths despite the gasping screams.  His chest expanded showing lungs from his ribcage, while his puckered furry hole was ripped even further.  The komodos gasped and leaned close to each other, kissing over the body, forked tongues twisting in their drooling lust.
	"Ohhh DAMN boss, this little bitch feels good."
	"Fuck yeah, I love killing prey bitches with you hun.  Best thing in the world."
	"It's the best for everybody," said Sorensen patting them, "Zootopia shall be the font of extinction.  We will birth a new land, where the prey shall serve, and we will gladly let them."
The lovers kept kissing, not even noticing Nick's death as he felt two cocks touch the top of his stomach, and the other two eviscerate his bowels like rusted knives, sawing through his anal walls until he lost too much blood.  Violent seizures made him tighter, his body twitching with pinpoint eyes as he gave one last desperate suck.
So he would die tasting cock, a superior shaft like the one still fucking his wife.  Judy's corpse fell in half as Sorensen pulled her lower abdomen, tearing it free to end up fucking the ragged fur like a cocksleeve, jerking himself off over the former Nicholas Wilde-Hopps.
The reptiles came together, both dragons flooding the fox inside with a gurgling swell of hot lizard cum, that filled his belly to a hefty pudge.  Cum sprayed from his snout, and dribbled from his broken rear, just like Mr. Steerstein.  And just like that same inferior bull, he smiled in relief to his new masters.  Just like Judy, in death as all prey should be.