Toony Tooting Judy

Judy Hopps was in her bed, the bedsheets unable to hide the girl’s perfect curves under the bed, for this was no ordinary bunny sleeping peacefully, this was an embodiment pure, unstoppable divinity in a peaceful slumber, a perfect soul choosing to inhibit the vessel she was born into. As morning came, the light that shone through tried to makes its way to Judy only to literally bounce off her curves, being slowed down by that much, Judy’s curves making cartoony boinging sounds like BAOAOAOAAONG BOIIOIIIOIOG BWAAAUAUANG as it did, while also jiggling super erotically with the most mind numbing physics that would rock anyone’s planet. Finally that light made its way to the eyes of the goddess, who opened them and showed the world the windows to the most perfect soul in all of Zootopia. Windows that reflected off the light, for she was of course, unstoppable in every way, not even bothered by light that would hurt mortal eyes if direct, but would rather not get lost in the girl’s eyes like anyone else who dared answer the call of beauty forbidden.

As Judy got up, the rabbit nonchalantly just lifts her bed sheet covers, releasing into the room all her body’s pheromones of perfection that it gives off but were trapped in there. Pheromones that attract and stimulate any living thing. Really, ANY living thing. Pheromones that attracted those exposed, their fertility skyrocketing on the first sniff along with the primal urge to fuck someone or get fucked, depending on the sexual organs they have. But even plants would grow and go wild from this stimulant, the blind restored sight, the deaf restored hearing, those with their sexual lust depleted or shot, reversed and restored! Vasectomies even, naturally undone! There was simply no fighting her body’s natural excretions.

Afterwards, the goddess just gave a cute big yawn and stretched, having awakened from her slumber, the bed she slept on practically trying to come to life just so it could fuck her, already having the privilege of touching her perfect butt, even though it was hugged by her two piece pajama, which was in sexual pain and arousal from Judy’s curves stretching them out, only unable to scream because they were not quite sentient enough. Judy got out of bed, which then struggled not to lose the perfect butt print it had, only to lose the shape eventually, but anticipate the next time Judy sat on it.

After Judy spun in a cartoony tornado like fashion, appearing in her police uniform and stepping outside, that’s when her butt started up.

**PPBPBPPRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT. PBBT PBBT PBBT PBBT PFPFFPPBBPBPBBBBBBBTTTT!!!! ……….**

This living divinity, this perfection in Zootopia, as a fan of Gazelle, had the song Try Everything in her head again, her farting actually tuned to it, the girl’s butt farting every part of it, every single musical staff, as if multiple butts at once, though just one, especially the brassy parts. Some desperate, horny peeping Tom was lucky enough to get a glimpse of her as she walked by, her lucky feet magically fixing and restoring every single crack in the sidewalk that she stepped on, no matter how small, just before either one of them graced the very pavement that was forced to be perfectly intact for her godly feet. As her farting went for the song’s finish after the third “Try Everything”, Judy was suddenly, as if teleporting without any special effects or anything but simply popping over, dropping a nuke in the face of the peeping Tom that may send him and a couple…..dozen….entire sections of Zootopia flying!! Then she was right back along like nothing happened. But the real kicker was when she had made it to Zootopia Police Department, her workplace.

“So how was your morning, dare I ask?” asked her partner Nick Wilde.

Judy just scoffed heavily, more bored while the opposite lingered around her. “Oh, the usual.”