I do wonder what sort of firearms the rabbit-sized types can use against the larger animals, like a bear.

The sketches look good!

Sgt. Jerom's hand cannon, or something not unlike it could handle a hot round that would give a Bear pause. (he he, bear pause/paws, I made a funny) With a good muzzle brake and if sufficently unpleasantly heavy, a Rabbit size shooter might have a chance, but at that point something more like a carbine, or a pistol with butt stock, would make more sense. The "broom handle" design would accomodate stubby paws and still provide a wide magazine for large and long rounds. I handled a Coonan .357 (a 1911 style automatic designed for .357 magnum cartridges) and have sufficently baby hands that I likely would not be able to shoot it very well, due to the long cartridge/magazine/grip (but for gun geeks, they are REALLY nice hand guns, and make the most of the cartridge's potential) A magazine-forward version with the same action and cartridge would accomodate tiny hands and be a bit heavier, and with a good muzzle brake, could still be manageable to shoot. The little gun in Judy's hand is something like a .22, effective for a wide range of sizes but still of a rabbit optimized size.

Is she ok? looks like she got hit.

Anlef? Yeah-

"Gah, I must get clean." And with that Anlef began to strip.
Nick's brow rose quizzically. He was not one to be particularly impressed by simple nudity, but after all her formality, this seemed a bit out of character.
She was a healthy feline of about his size and age, and though very much not his type, he was about to make some litle comment when he noticed the scars.

Across her body and limbs were innumerable pale spots and lines, the fur around each injury had come back in white, though some scars were also streches of ugly naked meat. Several were the parallel lines of claw marks, of at least three differnt sized sources, others were neat surgical incisions, and a couple were the unmistakable pucker of bullet wounds.

She saw his expression. "I was in the infantry, started young. Became an agent when I was no longer fit for tactical combat. Get clean now."

As she walked to the bathroom, Nick realized that al least part of her stiff posture was likely due to those injuries. And her tail had been broken, more than once. Nick had his own scars, most were more emotional than physical, but his thick coat kept secrets. Thinking of which, he didn't really need a bath, but a good brushing would do his pelt some good.

The room included a pretty good grooming set, and he set to work on his tail with a vac brush. It was an older model and a bit noisy, so he didn't notice when Anlef returned and was surprised when she sat down beside him. She was still unclothed, but the cleaning had poofed her out a bit, giving her a kittenish look. "So, the bathroom was really a time machine?"

The Cat almost laughted. Then Nick noticed her fresh soap scent (and realized she had never presented a scent of her own, even when she was "dirty") and suspected he was all too foxy, Tods could get awfully musky.

Making a show of a deep sniff, "Should I rinse off, or otherwise get a bit less pongy?"

"You are not so bad. maybe a little masking when we go out." Then giving him clinical apprasal, "Give me that and turn around."

Nick handed her the brush and leered, "Oboy, naked cat grooming!"

She just rolled her eyes. "You thick furred types never get your backs done right." She pushed him down on the bed and began to work him over. A really good grooming was as much massage as hair care and she had strong skilled paws. Although not at all erotic, it was deeply sensual and Nick was a limp rag when she was done.

"Oh, where have you been all my life. I've paid good money for sessions that wern't half that good." Nick murphed, his face buried in the bed. Half-rolling, he looked over dreamily to Anlef, who, for that instant at least, looked at ease,"I'm no where near that good, but could I offer you a reciprical work out?"

The cat stiffened, "no. thank. you." Was that revulsion? No, that was dread, she was horrified at the suggestion. Nick could have kicked himself, with all those scars, she likely didn't want any of that touched.

"Sorry."

She waved him off. "No worry. Grooming you is good for me too." She looked away. "All work and no social life."

"Like Hopps, given half a chance."

"Your partner. Very focused in her passions, but she has an emotional investment in you now. Good for her." but that was not reflected in her expression, Nick saw greif in those green-gold eyes.

"Are you okay?" Nick asked ever so carefully.

"Yeah... Read your file, self-assess as 'broken'. Got some of that too. Not a native Zootopian. Came here as a refugee, had lost everything but my military background. Have my missions to keep me busy."

Nick knew that was no way to live, but wasn't going to say anything. He knew that the last thing she wanted to hear was some kind of lame encouraging words. But maybe he could manipulate a social situation for her benefit when they got back.

I really like this sample. Looking forward to seeing the finished story.

Oh, heck yeah! I like this a lot.

I love psychological background. In one of my own stories, in which a Human man accidentally builds a portal to a world populated by other mammals (1996 -- almost 20 years before Zootopia) one pivotal scene involves his Welsh-Corgi girlfriend teaching him to groom her properly. Another had a long, philosophical conversation with a Jackrabbit about clairvoyance.

I thought that looked like a Coonan.

Was thinking of that when I sketched it, but given her stubby paws, will be going to a magazine-forward design.

*Nods* Makes sense. Either that or bullpup it.

Would Birthight's Alfon use the same size of pistol that Nick would use?

The range of sizes in Zootopia is much wider, and the top end is much bigger than those in the Albedo/Birthright setting. The largest types in my setting are no bigger than an average human, while Zootopians get really big animal sizes. It isn't made clear, but implied, that the ZPD uses darts guns rather than firearms. Also, Nick is a fair bit smaller than Alfon. That being said, Nick could use, but would not like to carry or shoot such a thing, nor would he want to shoot Anlef's hand cannon (she's been trained on it so can manage it, but it is No Fun to shoot).

Yes. I can see this, Zootopia does not tend to make uniformity in sizes, but instead takes any given animal and stands them upright and gives them human intelligence levels. (which may be problematic, given some of us humans with room temperature IQ levels) I could imagine the pistol used by Eastwood in Sudden Impact might not be a lot of fun to shoot either, unless you are large and can handle it. A mouse from your worlds shooting the same would have knockback pitching him several feet back if not knocked down,

Right -- like most folks don't care to shoot my 10mm 1911 more than once. I like it a lot better than most .44 Magnums, though.