Zootopia As Humans Novels & Stories

"Have you seen her, Sam? She's tiny. She'd never survive the change. She'd die during her first shift." "You don't know that." Sam bites back. "She's your mate for a reason. You need to start trusting that." "No. This is the worst possible scenario. I didn't want a mate in the first place, but was willing to accept what was best for the pack but having a fucking human mate is the worst thing that could have happened. Look at how she's been the whole time she's been here." "She was nice to me. Smiled. Laughed even." "Well congratu-fucking-lations to you." Asshole seethes.

Amanda said and Alysa couldn't take it anymore, she passed out ***** Her eyes seems heavy as she tried opening them,, finally it went wide open. " Finally " Nikki groaned out Alysa sighed and tried getting up " Humans are so weak,,I hate them " Liz said from the room corner " So,,does that mean,,am the only human here in this room??" Alysa asked and they nodded " Fuck,," She muttered " We won't hurt you okay?? You don't have to be scared,, we are friends now " Amanda said Alysa managed to nod her head,,if someone told her a week ago that she's going to make friends with nonhumans,she will definitely slap the person,but now here she is. In the midst of witches and devils.

He said, his bright smile never fading. Let Sei go? But then that would mean I'll have to go back to dissecting frogs! And they can't let him go. He may not be what we were looking for but he's also something we've never known in humankind. His hair, eyes, strength! Are they just going to ignore all of that because of a bigger, more eye-catching animal? Sounds just like something the government would do now that I think of it.

Zarah crossed her arms over her chest as she began to get annoyed at his behavior because he thought everything was still a joke. “Human gets PTSD, even animals like dogs. Whether you agree with me, you are part human and an animal. You have an extra strand in your DNA, but it doesn’t mean you are special and not expendable. You get killed and get sick. And this is just the first stage. Do you understand me?” He finally shut up when he realized something. We shared thoughts, after all. He met my gaze, and I felt like my heart split in two.

There were always so many other dogs and humans that it would be hard on me. Living with Zeus, I’ve gotten better at handling things that used to scare me. Like small humans. When our humans took us on a long ride in Clay’s truck, we were greeted by two very loud little girls. They scared me at first, but Zeus reassured me they were good tiny humans, and they were only excited to meet me.

I enjoy killing and the sport that it is. We are tracking a group of humans heading to the supposed human refuge center. Little do they know it’s a trap that we set up. A physical trap. Hope is powerful, and if they believe there is a fortress that is being successful against zombies, humans will flock to it like it’s their saving grace. Humans that enter that fortress never make it back out.

I asked. “Yes. And then we might get some answers for you. Hopefully, by then when you’ve calmed down enough, I can show you around and how we really work around here. We’re not as rabid and wild as humans claim us to be. If anything, we’re more humane than humans, if that helps.” I rubbed my arms, staring at him. I could run, but from what I understand, there was no way out, and one of them would catch me eventually.

Humans were often afraid of them, or worse, saw them as nothing more than animals to be hunted and killed. "What do you suggest, Zavier?" Sergio asked, voicing the thoughts of the rest of the pack. Zavier looked at Sergio, his eyes full of wisdom and understanding. "We need to find a way to show the humans that we are more than just wild animals. We need to show them that we are intelligent creatures with emotions and a sense of community. We need to find a way to communicate with them on their level." The pack murmured their agreement, but Sergio could see the doubt in their eyes. How could they communicate with humans when they spoke such different languages?

“We can use it to our benefit. Hold it up to the light. Humans brought this mess back to our homes again. We’re cleaning it up and getting rid of them for the safety of everyone.” “We are not furry superheroes.” “I know that, but the humans don’t seem to think so. The ones that don’t hate us outright want us to be of use to them and not the cause of chaos to them. It’s all propaganda and the incorrect information in movies.” “Ugh. I need to run. Just run and never stop. It doesn’t end, does it?” “Uh, no. We have several humans requesting memberships within the Wild Wolf as well. They are threatening to sue us if we don’t allow them in based on their species.”

Ziva cracked an eye open from her slumber and muttered, “You don’t have to worry about those kinds of things on land. Stupid hairless mice building sky boxes. No wonder they all die so easily.” “Ziva, what did we just talk about? You can’t compare humans to mice. It’s rude and hurtful since I’m half human.” “But there are so many of them and mice taste good.” Her tail swished irritably. My stomach took a sharp turn. I placed a hand against my mouth. “You better have not eaten any human or mice, Ziva. Seriously, I’ll puke right here don’t fucking try me.” Somewhere, beyond the pointless conversation I was having with my wolf, I could hear Knight and the others speaking.