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A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside 
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (3/12/16). This story was won by 
TylerFurlong, and it's an inspirational piece. His wolf character Kita (note: image not to scale, as he's actually 5"9) had gotten laughed out the Zootopia Police Department (jeez, for a police station it's quite the happenin' place) for being too lithe and not muscular enough to be a cop. So with dogged determination, he sets out to prove he has what it takes to be an officer of the claw, err, law.
Zootopia & all related material are © Disney (they own you) and Pixar Animation.
Word Count: 2014
Give it Time
“Join the Zootopia Police Department? As what, a desk lamp?”
“Sorry pup, but we don’t need vegan preds on the squad.”
“Yeah, I need proper officers on my team, not some high school graduate with spirit and determination!”
“I’ll… NGH! Show them!”
Some embarrassments are hard to live down, while others only make you try harder. The humiliation a certain brown wolf suffered at the hands of the Zootopia Police Department is what put him where he was now. Too thin. They had rejected his application, because he was, too, thin. How is body shape meant to be a requirement? They had a cheetah at the front desk that had his own gravitational pull, so why would litheness be an issue? Well, at this point it was going to be a non-issue once he was done with his new regime.
Dropping from a pull-up bar, Kita wiped the sweat from his brow as he regarded his source of inspiration and drive: A picture of himself before he started. Dressed in a casual shirt with a simple vest and in shorts, he wasn’t exactly skinny there. But then, he wasn’t exactly athletic either. His body was in that mystical place where he was skinny, but you couldn’t describe what kind of skinny it is. But after all his hard work, you could without a doubt tell where his body stood. Staring into the mirror on the far wall of his basement, Kita could already see the changes in his body. His chest was showing the beginning of definition, but they weren’t exactly pectorals yet. Pulling up his a-shirt, the wolf grinned at the slight bumps that were his abdominals. All those ab exercises were finally paying off. Slapping them with manly strength, it was like slapping clay. Okay, they weren’t hard as bricks yet, but, give it time.
Taking a drink to keep himself hydrated, Kita prepared for his next exercise, which just so happened to be crunches. Lying down on foam mat, he got to work at crunching those abs. Balancing his legs on a block, he grunted from the strain of heaving his body up, but he wasn’t to be deterred despite the burn. “One!” he shouted. “Two!” “Three!” “Four!”
Over and over again he crunched, his willpower slowly waning as he got into the teens. “Thir-ngh!-teen!” he declared loudly.
“You couldn’t even carry a case of donuts, let alone a perp!”
“FOURTEEN!” he cried loudly, his body kicking into overdrive.
He’ll show them, he’ll show all of them that he was ZPD material, even if it took all year to bulk up. “KITA! BUBBEH?!” a voice called from the basement door.
“WHAT?!” Kita shouted irritably, his body recoiling back onto the mat.
“You want a sandwich?” the voice questioned.
“No mom! I’m on a strict diet!” he called back.
“Okay sweetie! Good luck with your work-out!”
“Thanks mom!” Kita called.
Yeah, he was going to make her proud as well Kita thought as he got back into the groove. “Twenty-one!” he cried loudly, his abdominals burning like an inferno.
After making it to the thirties, Kita collapsed at around thirty-two, his body springing apart like a, well, spring. Oh yeah, feel the burn, feel the burn. Slapping his abs, he could have sworn that they felt a bit harder. Still not rock-hard yet, but give it time. Dragging himself back over to a stand, he grabbed the bottle and chugged half of it. The rest he poured on his head, to wash away the sweat matting his hair and ponytail. A five-minute break should be enough to allow him to recover, before trying again. And then after that….
Weight-lifting. He needed to strength his lower arms, for when he was darting and lifting perps. Plus, he also got to sit for the exercise. Kita’s arms tensed as he hefted the 10 lbs weights up and down in rhythmic timing. Left up, right down. Right up, left down. He tried to do it both at the same time, but he always ended up alternating in the end. There was something pleasurable about how his arm muscles tensed as they lifted the weights up, and then when they came back down. There was no pleasure in how his arms strained to lift the weights however; but, give it time. Every lift he made, the more his body strengthened. But there was no strength in forcing himself as he dropped the bars.
Kita rubbed at his aching muscles. They hurt, but, they were also starting to get pretty hard. Yeah, they were getting nice and strong. Nice and strong. “Maybe we could use you in the stealth ops. Cause when you turn on your side no one can see you!”
But not strong enough….
Time is a funny thing. With time and dedication, a farmer can grow their crops to sell. With time and dedication, a desk lamp could become a filing cabinet. There were many amused murmurs as a strong figure marched through the front doors of the Zootopia Police Department. A few brows raised as the figure approached the fat cheetah at the front desk. Clawhauser smiled in amusement at the muscular wolf who stood before him, dressed in the exact same clothes he wore when he had first arrived. “Looking good there slick” he praised.
“Thanks” Kita smiled, flexing his muscles.
From beanpole, to a decent size. Okay, let’s to be honest here, he hadn’t bulked up that much. But once his body had shown actual muscle definition, he felt he was ready to apply once more. His abdominals weren’t exactly egg cartoons, but there was actual space to pressed his fingers into between them, and that’s what counted. Books could be stacked on his present pectorals, and his arms could handle up to 100 lbs now. That should be good enough, right? “So, you’re applying again huh?” Clawhauser smiled as he grabbed an application form.
“Yep” Kita smiled proudly.
“Okie doke, well, here ya go” Clawhauser smiled, handing the wolf the form.
“Thanks,” Kita said as he accepted the paper, “mind if I borrow a pen?”
“And why do ya need a pen?” a powerful voice snorted.
As if on cue, standing behind Kita was non-other than the very imposing Chief Bogo. As muscular as Kita had gotten, he still paled in comparison to the buffalo’s sheer bulk. “Applying again huh, runt?” he grunted.
“Yeah. You guys said I wasn’t big enough, well look at me now!” Kita boasted, hands on his hips as he flexed his arms and chest for the police chief.
Bogo was an indifferent wall of mystery, his features betraying nothing to the cocky wolf. “Then don’t bother applying, you’re rejected” Bogo grunted and walked off.
“I’m… WHAT?! HEY! WAIT!” Kita angrily cried out.
Chasing after him, he blocked the way Bogo was attempting to take out of the entrance hall. “What do you mean “I’m rejected”?” Kita demanded.
“It means what it means, the answer is no. The exit is behind you” Bogo snorted, shoving the wolf out of the way.
“NO!” Kita roared in frustration, getting back in front of Bogo to block his way again. “NO! I am NOT going home after what I’ve endured!” he roared with fury.
Bogo tilted his head slowly, a tired look on his face. “Well?” Bogo snorted.
“Well? WELL?! After you guys insulted me out of this place, I went home and built my body up. I worked out day and night to build myself up to YOUR standards. I gave up any free time I wanted to spend on gaming and hanging out with my friends because I wanted to be a ZPD officer SO DAMN MUCH! I gave up EVERYTHING because I wanted to be one of you guys more than anything! But if you’re just going to reject everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve sacrificed for without even GIVING me a chance! If all I’m EVER going to be doing with my time is trying to impress you guys… THEN I DON’T WANT THE JOB! AND I DON’T WANT TO BE LIKE YOU!!!” Kita screamed angrily, screwing up his application form and throwing it at Bogo. It bounced harmlessly off the buffalo’s brick wall of a chest.
Storming off angrily, his march was halted by a something hitting the back of his head. Staring at the ground, Kita saw it was his application form. Craning his head around, he found Bogo staring at him. “What?” Kita demanded angrily.
“You meant all that?” Bogo grunted, his arms folded over his muscular chest.
“Damn straight I did!” Kita spat.
“Then see Clawhauser, and get another application sheet” Bogo ordered.
“What? Why?” Kita questioned, now very confused.
The buffalo was still expressionless, but there was something about his eyes. They weren’t harsh, they almost seemed… respectful? “Simple. It’s not about how much you want something, it’s about what you are capable of. When you first came in, you looked some boob who wanted to play police officer. You looked the same just before, when you show off at me. It takes more than putting on a few extra pounds to impress me or to get hired here” Bogo explained.
“Then, why?” Kita demanded.
“Simple: You told me why. You put aside everything you considered a distraction not because you want the job so much, but because you were willing to prove that you not only wanted the job, but were capable of attaining it. You showed a level of control and desire for achieving your goal. That is almost commendable… almost. More importantly, you told me flat out that the job isn’t worth having if all you’re going to try and do is impress us or live up to our unreasonable standard. The job ain’t about impressing the chief, it’s about doing your duty to the badge. It seems you get that now. You’ve proven that you are driven, and that you have motivation. So, show me that drive in an interview. Who knows runt, you might actually become a fur in blue” Bogo smirked.
“Rea- err, yes sir!” Kita saluted.
“Don’t get cute” Bogo grumbled, and walked off.
Okay, to be honest, Kita wanted to squee right then and there. He wanted to cartwheel about and explode. But, his foresight was wise enough to tell him how stupid that idea was. After all, he’d have to SEE the people around him every day, after all. So, instead, the wolf respectfully received another application form. “He likes you…” Clawhauser grinned.
“He does?” Kita questioned.
“Well, sure. He’s a big mean lunk sometimes, but, well, he does respect those who want to prove they will do everything they can, and go up and beyond their usual capabilities. It’s not about wanting, it’s about proving what you can do” Clawhauser explained.
“How do you know that?” Kita inquired.
The chubby cheetah grinned knowingly. “Well, sufficed to say that someone like me doesn’t get on the force without being able to do more than greet visitors, answer the phones, or put away an entire case of donuts by themselves” he smiled knowingly.
“Huh? Then what did you do?” Kita questioned.
“Me?” Clawhauser smiled innocently. “Well, maybe I’ll tell ya when you’re on the force. So get to writing champ, if you want to learn the mystery that is Clawhauser” he chuckled, handing Kita a pen.
“Thanks” the wolf smiled.
He couldn’t believe it, honestly. He had just shouted at Chief freaking Bogo, and instead of being thrown into a wall, he was asked to re-apply. “Ouch” Kita winced as he pinched himself. Nope, he wasn’t dreaming. So, this was real huh? Neat. Hmm, maybe there was more to Chief Bogo than being a giant grump then. Just like how there was something more to that butter- to that nice cheetah with the XXXL uniform. And just like how there was something more to Kita himself. Hmm, that’s a comforting thought. Maybe if he gave it more time, he could find out more. What an adventure that would be.
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (3/12/16). This story was won by 
TylerFurlong, and it's an inspirational piece. His wolf character Kita (note: image not to scale, as he's actually 5"9) had gotten laughed out the Zootopia Police Department (jeez, for a police station it's quite the happenin' place) for being too lithe and not muscular enough to be a cop. So with dogged determination, he sets out to prove he has what it takes to be an officer of the claw, err, law..:Rated general for:.
>Working Out
>Dogged PerserverenceZootopia & all related material are © Disney (they own you) and Pixar Animation.
Word Count: 2014
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.Give it Time
“Join the Zootopia Police Department? As what, a desk lamp?”
“Sorry pup, but we don’t need vegan preds on the squad.”
“Yeah, I need proper officers on my team, not some high school graduate with spirit and determination!”
“I’ll… NGH! Show them!”
Some embarrassments are hard to live down, while others only make you try harder. The humiliation a certain brown wolf suffered at the hands of the Zootopia Police Department is what put him where he was now. Too thin. They had rejected his application, because he was, too, thin. How is body shape meant to be a requirement? They had a cheetah at the front desk that had his own gravitational pull, so why would litheness be an issue? Well, at this point it was going to be a non-issue once he was done with his new regime.
Dropping from a pull-up bar, Kita wiped the sweat from his brow as he regarded his source of inspiration and drive: A picture of himself before he started. Dressed in a casual shirt with a simple vest and in shorts, he wasn’t exactly skinny there. But then, he wasn’t exactly athletic either. His body was in that mystical place where he was skinny, but you couldn’t describe what kind of skinny it is. But after all his hard work, you could without a doubt tell where his body stood. Staring into the mirror on the far wall of his basement, Kita could already see the changes in his body. His chest was showing the beginning of definition, but they weren’t exactly pectorals yet. Pulling up his a-shirt, the wolf grinned at the slight bumps that were his abdominals. All those ab exercises were finally paying off. Slapping them with manly strength, it was like slapping clay. Okay, they weren’t hard as bricks yet, but, give it time.
Taking a drink to keep himself hydrated, Kita prepared for his next exercise, which just so happened to be crunches. Lying down on foam mat, he got to work at crunching those abs. Balancing his legs on a block, he grunted from the strain of heaving his body up, but he wasn’t to be deterred despite the burn. “One!” he shouted. “Two!” “Three!” “Four!”
Over and over again he crunched, his willpower slowly waning as he got into the teens. “Thir-ngh!-teen!” he declared loudly.
“You couldn’t even carry a case of donuts, let alone a perp!”
“FOURTEEN!” he cried loudly, his body kicking into overdrive.
He’ll show them, he’ll show all of them that he was ZPD material, even if it took all year to bulk up. “KITA! BUBBEH?!” a voice called from the basement door.
“WHAT?!” Kita shouted irritably, his body recoiling back onto the mat.
“You want a sandwich?” the voice questioned.
“No mom! I’m on a strict diet!” he called back.
“Okay sweetie! Good luck with your work-out!”
“Thanks mom!” Kita called.
Yeah, he was going to make her proud as well Kita thought as he got back into the groove. “Twenty-one!” he cried loudly, his abdominals burning like an inferno.
After making it to the thirties, Kita collapsed at around thirty-two, his body springing apart like a, well, spring. Oh yeah, feel the burn, feel the burn. Slapping his abs, he could have sworn that they felt a bit harder. Still not rock-hard yet, but give it time. Dragging himself back over to a stand, he grabbed the bottle and chugged half of it. The rest he poured on his head, to wash away the sweat matting his hair and ponytail. A five-minute break should be enough to allow him to recover, before trying again. And then after that….
Weight-lifting. He needed to strength his lower arms, for when he was darting and lifting perps. Plus, he also got to sit for the exercise. Kita’s arms tensed as he hefted the 10 lbs weights up and down in rhythmic timing. Left up, right down. Right up, left down. He tried to do it both at the same time, but he always ended up alternating in the end. There was something pleasurable about how his arm muscles tensed as they lifted the weights up, and then when they came back down. There was no pleasure in how his arms strained to lift the weights however; but, give it time. Every lift he made, the more his body strengthened. But there was no strength in forcing himself as he dropped the bars.
Kita rubbed at his aching muscles. They hurt, but, they were also starting to get pretty hard. Yeah, they were getting nice and strong. Nice and strong. “Maybe we could use you in the stealth ops. Cause when you turn on your side no one can see you!”
But not strong enough….
Time is a funny thing. With time and dedication, a farmer can grow their crops to sell. With time and dedication, a desk lamp could become a filing cabinet. There were many amused murmurs as a strong figure marched through the front doors of the Zootopia Police Department. A few brows raised as the figure approached the fat cheetah at the front desk. Clawhauser smiled in amusement at the muscular wolf who stood before him, dressed in the exact same clothes he wore when he had first arrived. “Looking good there slick” he praised.
“Thanks” Kita smiled, flexing his muscles.
From beanpole, to a decent size. Okay, let’s to be honest here, he hadn’t bulked up that much. But once his body had shown actual muscle definition, he felt he was ready to apply once more. His abdominals weren’t exactly egg cartoons, but there was actual space to pressed his fingers into between them, and that’s what counted. Books could be stacked on his present pectorals, and his arms could handle up to 100 lbs now. That should be good enough, right? “So, you’re applying again huh?” Clawhauser smiled as he grabbed an application form.
“Yep” Kita smiled proudly.
“Okie doke, well, here ya go” Clawhauser smiled, handing the wolf the form.
“Thanks,” Kita said as he accepted the paper, “mind if I borrow a pen?”
“And why do ya need a pen?” a powerful voice snorted.
As if on cue, standing behind Kita was non-other than the very imposing Chief Bogo. As muscular as Kita had gotten, he still paled in comparison to the buffalo’s sheer bulk. “Applying again huh, runt?” he grunted.
“Yeah. You guys said I wasn’t big enough, well look at me now!” Kita boasted, hands on his hips as he flexed his arms and chest for the police chief.
Bogo was an indifferent wall of mystery, his features betraying nothing to the cocky wolf. “Then don’t bother applying, you’re rejected” Bogo grunted and walked off.
“I’m… WHAT?! HEY! WAIT!” Kita angrily cried out.
Chasing after him, he blocked the way Bogo was attempting to take out of the entrance hall. “What do you mean “I’m rejected”?” Kita demanded.
“It means what it means, the answer is no. The exit is behind you” Bogo snorted, shoving the wolf out of the way.
“NO!” Kita roared in frustration, getting back in front of Bogo to block his way again. “NO! I am NOT going home after what I’ve endured!” he roared with fury.
Bogo tilted his head slowly, a tired look on his face. “Well?” Bogo snorted.
“Well? WELL?! After you guys insulted me out of this place, I went home and built my body up. I worked out day and night to build myself up to YOUR standards. I gave up any free time I wanted to spend on gaming and hanging out with my friends because I wanted to be a ZPD officer SO DAMN MUCH! I gave up EVERYTHING because I wanted to be one of you guys more than anything! But if you’re just going to reject everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve sacrificed for without even GIVING me a chance! If all I’m EVER going to be doing with my time is trying to impress you guys… THEN I DON’T WANT THE JOB! AND I DON’T WANT TO BE LIKE YOU!!!” Kita screamed angrily, screwing up his application form and throwing it at Bogo. It bounced harmlessly off the buffalo’s brick wall of a chest.
Storming off angrily, his march was halted by a something hitting the back of his head. Staring at the ground, Kita saw it was his application form. Craning his head around, he found Bogo staring at him. “What?” Kita demanded angrily.
“You meant all that?” Bogo grunted, his arms folded over his muscular chest.
“Damn straight I did!” Kita spat.
“Then see Clawhauser, and get another application sheet” Bogo ordered.
“What? Why?” Kita questioned, now very confused.
The buffalo was still expressionless, but there was something about his eyes. They weren’t harsh, they almost seemed… respectful? “Simple. It’s not about how much you want something, it’s about what you are capable of. When you first came in, you looked some boob who wanted to play police officer. You looked the same just before, when you show off at me. It takes more than putting on a few extra pounds to impress me or to get hired here” Bogo explained.
“Then, why?” Kita demanded.
“Simple: You told me why. You put aside everything you considered a distraction not because you want the job so much, but because you were willing to prove that you not only wanted the job, but were capable of attaining it. You showed a level of control and desire for achieving your goal. That is almost commendable… almost. More importantly, you told me flat out that the job isn’t worth having if all you’re going to try and do is impress us or live up to our unreasonable standard. The job ain’t about impressing the chief, it’s about doing your duty to the badge. It seems you get that now. You’ve proven that you are driven, and that you have motivation. So, show me that drive in an interview. Who knows runt, you might actually become a fur in blue” Bogo smirked.
“Rea- err, yes sir!” Kita saluted.
“Don’t get cute” Bogo grumbled, and walked off.
Okay, to be honest, Kita wanted to squee right then and there. He wanted to cartwheel about and explode. But, his foresight was wise enough to tell him how stupid that idea was. After all, he’d have to SEE the people around him every day, after all. So, instead, the wolf respectfully received another application form. “He likes you…” Clawhauser grinned.
“He does?” Kita questioned.
“Well, sure. He’s a big mean lunk sometimes, but, well, he does respect those who want to prove they will do everything they can, and go up and beyond their usual capabilities. It’s not about wanting, it’s about proving what you can do” Clawhauser explained.
“How do you know that?” Kita inquired.
The chubby cheetah grinned knowingly. “Well, sufficed to say that someone like me doesn’t get on the force without being able to do more than greet visitors, answer the phones, or put away an entire case of donuts by themselves” he smiled knowingly.
“Huh? Then what did you do?” Kita questioned.
“Me?” Clawhauser smiled innocently. “Well, maybe I’ll tell ya when you’re on the force. So get to writing champ, if you want to learn the mystery that is Clawhauser” he chuckled, handing Kita a pen.
“Thanks” the wolf smiled.
He couldn’t believe it, honestly. He had just shouted at Chief freaking Bogo, and instead of being thrown into a wall, he was asked to re-apply. “Ouch” Kita winced as he pinched himself. Nope, he wasn’t dreaming. So, this was real huh? Neat. Hmm, maybe there was more to Chief Bogo than being a giant grump then. Just like how there was something more to that butter- to that nice cheetah with the XXXL uniform. And just like how there was something more to Kita himself. Hmm, that’s a comforting thought. Maybe if he gave it more time, he could find out more. What an adventure that would be.
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