

One of our Patrons, JNSx7, put down a "role switch" idea. We decided to give that a Sunderance spin.





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“You’re, uh,” the fox began, looking down at the stiff expression of the bunny standing beside him as the mammals of Zootopia shuffled around the mostly empty train station, “Not what I expected?”





“What did you expect?” the bunny asked without looking up at him. Actually, from what he could tell, she didn’t move much of anything at all as they stood at the railway station together.





“I’m not sure. Another fox, a wolf maybe? I didn’t expect someone so c-” He stopped mid work when he saw her nose twitch and her already hard face tighten, quickly fishing for a replacement that wouldn’t get him killed, “…short.”





“Don’t worry,” she said coolly, reaching up to absently toy with the knot of her tie. “I don’t need to be tall to protect you from Bunnyburrow.”





“Don’t get me wrong,” he said quickly, his paws tightening on his briefcase for a moment as he glanced down the tracks, “I am grateful that you even offered. It wasn’t like there were a lot of mammals from Bunnyburrow willing to take on the job of protecting a fox.”





“That’s because going to Bunnyburrow to defend Mr. Grey is going to get you swarmed,” she commented, raising one paw to check her watch. “No one wants to risk getting themselves mobbed by bunnies for your ideals.”





“Then why are you doing it?” he asked, trying to keep his tail from bristling as he felt he was being taunted for trying to defend an innocent mammal. That, and, as he glanced as his own watch, he realized that the train was running late.





“Because I know I can keep you from vanishing under a pile of amorous bunnies,” she said, shoving her paw back into her pocket as she returned to her stoic stance. “Did you know that there are two things in Bunnyburrow that you can rely on?”





“Death and taxes?”





He was surprised by the little snort that escaped her, as much as he was by the flash of bright violet eyes he saw through the top of her sunglasses before she turned them to face him fully. The little twitch of her nose, which was so brief he almost believed he had imagined it, only reinforced the idea in his mind that she was adorable.





“Okay, three things,” she amended as she waved on paw down the tracks. “The third being the train. It is fully automated, computer controlled and, barring natural disaster, it is always on time.”





“Oh?”





“I also made sure the train was completely empty today,” she added, causing him to blink slightly that she had that kind of pull in Bunnyburrow, “for your protection.”





“It can’t be that reliable,” he said, frowning as he glanced at his watch again before he ran the train schedule through his mind. “It’s already two minutes late.”





“That’s because I blew it up,” she said, causing his muzzle to drop open in shock with his ears flattened as she turned to face him fully with her paws still in her pockets. “You’re welcome. Shall we do lunch?”





