Chapter 1: James Piberius Wilde

James Wilde was born the youngest of three in his litter, and the smaller of the two brothers. Right from birth, James and Nicholas were practically the same fox, sharing everything except a forename. And when they reached the age where fox kits inevitably start getting into trouble, they always got into trouble together, always to be scolded by their mother as well as the eldest of the litter, their sister Samantha.

It wasn't until Nick found interest in something that James held no desire to be a part of- the Junior Ranger Scouts- that the pair started to grow apart. The day Nick brought home the flyer from the school bulletin board, James took one look at it and called it a stupid idea. "They'll never let a fox in," he'd insisted. "And even if they did, they'd never actually look at you as one of them." It lead to a heated argument, Nick digging in about all the times they'd been told to try and better themselves, and James raving about how much fun they always had getting into trouble. It ended when Nick slammed the door to their shared room in James' face, and James stormed out of the house in a tantrum.

When it turned out that James had been right about the Junior Ranger Scouts, the wedge between them was driven firmly in place. The two avoided each other whenever possible, and when they had to be in the same place, they said next to nothing and avoided any kind of contact. It was a few years before Nick ran away from home and met Finnick, and so began twenty of what Nick would call the best years of his life.

James, however, did not have the luxury of a mentor, someone to teach him the noble vulpine art of slipping out of trouble. Where his brother lived a semi-affluent life of conmanship, James lived life just for thrills. By the time he was halfway through high school, his father had bailed him out of jail three times and he'd served seventy-four total hours of court-ordered community service. It all came to a peak when, in his senior year, he was arrested for joyriding and destruction of public property. He'd stolen a delivery truck from a bakery and crashed it into a hundred-year-old statue in Zootopia National Library's front courtyard.

Given his prior record, James was sentenced eighteen months in prison. Or, he could serve six years in the army. And so, a couple months shy of 18 years old, James Wilde swore his enlistment oath. When the day came for him to board the bus halfway across the country for basic training, Nick stood among the crowd of mammals wishing their families best luck. The brothers embraced for the first time in years, and both were quick and eager to apologize for all the bad times between them.

James spent nine weeks in basic training, then was slated for AIT as a medic. He spent four months more learning all the ins-and-outs of treating a combat casualty. It was almost laughable. After all the shit he'd given Nick for wanting to do something to help people, his life purpose had become doing just that.

Six years passed. These accounted for some of the best and some of the worst times in James' life. When it came time for him to exit service, he knew he'd never be the same fox that had stepped onto that bus.

"Corporal Wilde, I was afraid I'd be seeing you in here today. Shut the door, please. Take a seat."

Fully stepping into the office of Major Diana Urso, the battalion retention officer, James let the door shot behind him and pulled himself up onto the oversized seat. Oversized for a fox, at least. It would've been ridiculously small for the Kodiak bear seated across from him. "I'm afraid we both saw this coming, Ma'am. There's really no way we could avoid it."

"You could reenlist, perhaps?"

James chuckled, and shook his head. Major Urso had been his company commander until her promotion three years ago. She knew him well enough to be sure he had no intention of signing on for further service. He was pretty sure she'd meant it as a joke, but with her, one could never actually be too sure. "The first six years were pressed on me by a judge, Ma'am. Honestly, I don't know if that judge is even still there, and it's nothing personal, but it'd take another court order to get me to re-up.

Taking a deep breath- which with her size, was enough to rattle the table- Major Urso looked down and flicked open his file with one extended claw. "That's very unfortunate, Wilde. You're one hell of a medic. Not that great of an actual soldier, granted, but one hell of a medic all the same."

James shrugged and, with a slanted smirk, remarked, "What can I say? I'm better with my hands than with my shoulders. And in all honesty, those hands are tired of filling out paperwork for the sake of military bureaucracy. Thought I'd give it a shot applying them elsewhere."

"Can't say I fault you for that," the Major grumbled, applying a few cautious signatures with a pen held between two massive fingers. "Don't suppose you've planned out where you're gonna go once I finish up with this?"

After a contemplative moment, James mused, "I was thinking I'd head back to Zootopia for a little while… Not long, a couple weeks I think… Then I'll probably head out, see the world without gunfire."

"Right. I hear it's much nicer to travel without all the explosions." She met his eye with a quick grin, then closed his folder, picked up a stamp and pressed it down on the cover. Right under his name, it now read, 'Service Complete'. "CAC card, please." James reached into his pocket and pulled out his military ID, handing it over. She slipped it into a slot in the corner of her keyboard, and tapped a few keys. The printer nearby spat out a few forms, which she collected and stapled together. She turned to the back page and signed the bottom line, then handed it over to him. "Sign here, and you're a free mammal. Any questions?"

"Just one," James replied, taking the packet and attaching his signature on the line just above hers. "Any idea where Lieutenant Treever's been staying?"

Major Urso took back the forms and slipped them into his packet, and answered, "I can get you that information."

"Donnie! Open up!" James called out, banging on the small hotel room door. It was still kind of early in the morning- he figured it for a little past eight- but Donald had been a soldier just as long as he had. And anyway, James was supposed to be a nocturnal mammal. His best friend didn't have that excuse.

James waited a little while. No answer. Silence inside. With a little growl, he reached up and banged on the door again. "Wake up, Nuts! No way you're skipping out on me already!"

This time, there was a slight shuffling behind the door after a moment. The knob turned, the door cracked open, and a tree squirrel peeked out from the gloom. "What the hell, Jimmy?" Donald Treever had finished out his contract just over a month ago. He'd reached their unit just a short while before James, and had been a cadet at the time. When James showed up, they'd struck a quick friendship. Where the fox was the embodiment of sarcasm, the squirrel was snark. And when it had come time for Donnie to end his contract, they'd struck a deal to head back to Zootopia together.

"Hey, don't give me that, short stuff, I've been in a bureaucratic hellhole for the last month, while you've been sitting around her…" Pushing his way past the half-open door, James grinned. "Playing shooters and ordering pizza, looks like. Not a bad month." He dropped down on the hotel mattress and grabbed up the controller, unpausing a game that he figured Donnie had put on hold the night before. It didn't take him long to get Donnie's character killed, and he handed the controller back with a grin.

"Thanks," the squirrel murmured dryly, snatching the controller back. "Only twenty minutes back to the last checkpoint. Half of that's dialogue, too. Why the hell didn't they put in a skip function…?"

"Because they like the thought of squirrels having to sit still and wait," James answered. "As if this squirrel ever needed an excuse to do nothing," he added, giving his friend a little punch on the shoulder.

"Alright, so… What's the plan?" Donnie asked, grabbing a cold slice of olive and banana pepper pizza from the freshest box.

"You got your ticket, yeah?"

"Yeah. Got here last week. Thought you'd want a little more time to get ready, ya know?"

"Why wait?" James asked with a big grin. "I've been MIA from my own personal stomping ground six years already, another day is too long. Bags are packed, right?"

"Pretty much, yeah…" Donnie murmured, letting out a tired groan. "Fuck it, I'll rewatch this later…" He shut down his game and went around the TV to pull out the cables. "Just gotta get my system in the bag… Got a cab on the way?"

"Got a cab already here. Waiting in the parking lot. Hurry up, Nuts, flight leaves at noon."

James had picked up a set of civilian clothes a few days before, and changed into them while Donnie finished packing. Just a dark green shirt that said 'Mountain Don't', but he wore his olive-green army jacket over it, and a pair of tan shorts, and as they were heading for security to board the flight, he saw a hat in a shop window he just couldn't pass up. A straw fedora with a green band; it was perfect for him. He popped into the store and grabbed that before heading through the scanner.

From there, they had a half-hour wait before boarding. Donnie hadn't given himself a chance to get hungry, what with all the empty pizza boxes he'd left in the hotel room, but Nick hadn't had a chance to really eat since last night, so he got an overpriced cheap fish sandwich to sate his appetite while they waited. Donnie was playing Snake on his phone.

James was leaning back in his seat, staring at the ceiling, when the boarding light came on above the bridge. A meercat standing on the podium leaned into the microphone to say, "Now boarding flight 2072 to Zootopia."

"That's us," James stated, quickly standing up and grabbing his bag. Donnie scrambled to follow him as he quickly got in line to cross onto the plane. Before long they were at the front of the line, the meercat checked their boarding passes, and then they were on the plane. "Let's see… 22… 23… 24C. This one's me." He grinned, and reached up to put his back in the overhead. "I think you're back there," he added. While he fit into the mid-small size mammal category, Donnie was barely half his size and fit firmly among the small mammals. The squirrel looked back, then shrugged and shuffled toward the back of the plane.

It took another half-hour for the plane to finish boarding, then twenty minutes more for them to reach there queue for take-off. The passenger gave his little dialogue, and the head stewardess gave her standard safety presentation. James did a really good job of ignoring all of it. Once she was done, they lined up on the runway. The plane started to roll forward, picked up speed, the flaps on the wings folded to add lift and they were off.

Apart from take-off, James had expected it to be a boring flight. He didn't have much of anything to do, and it was a smaller plane, so they only had three TV monitors set up along the middle of the isle. He could hear the movie they were playing, but couldn't see much of it. It wasn't one really worth watching anyway.

Fifteen minutes in, however, a stewardess made her way down the lane, taking drink requests. She was a rather pretty vixen, and her nametag read 'Nera'. What caught James' attention, though, was a small pin she had attached to the end of her left sleeve. At a glance, it appeared to be a red crescent moon wrapped halfway around a star. On closer inspection, the crescent was actually a fox tail.

"Good afternoon sir," Nera greeted when she reached his row. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Rum and coke, please. I like your pin, by the way," he added with a wink.

"Oh?" Nera asked, a little surprised. She looked at the pin on her sleeve, then back to him, a mischievous smile spreading across her muzzle. She leaned over her cart and, after a little while, handed him his drink, with a napkin that read, 'Left mid-small bathroom 10 minutes'.

James grinned, and watched as Nera moved on down the isle. The pin wasn't actually that spectacular, but what it represented was. It was the symbol of Captain Tail, the hero of a cheap TV show that had run for a single season back in the 80s. The show had been rendered from some C-list comics, badly written, and cheaply performed. No one thought it was good, and no vixen wore that pin because she liked the show. The deeper meaning had to do with the main character. One very big defining characteristic about him- probably the thing that had got the show canceled, apart from bad writing and ridiculously cheesy effects- was that Captain Tail was polyamorous. Wearing that pin was a safe and discreet way for a vixen to show that she was open for some illicit encounters with no strings attached.

Slowly, James sipped his drink, watching the little digital clock in the corner of the nearest TV monitor tick. Time passed, as it usually does, minute by minute, until it had been the full ten. Finishing off his drink, James stood up and made his way back to the lavatories. The one on the left showed 'occupied'. He knocked. After a moment, Nera peeked out, grinned and grabbed his collar, quickly pulling him in and shutting the door behind her. He heard the lock slide shut once more.

From there, things got a little frantic, and extremely heated. The bathroom was set up for mammals about their size, so there wasn't a lot of room to work with. Nera would also have limited time before she had to get back, so they had to be quick about this.

The didn't take the time to fully undress. Grabbing up clothes and getting them back on would be near-impossible in such tight quarters. Instead, James reached around Nera's waist, his paws grabbing at her backside. He gave a squeeze, and lifted her up onto the edge of the sink, drawing a surprised but excited little gasp from her. The vixen's supple legs wrapped around his waist, and her hands quickly reached down, expertly parting the button and fly of his shorts. He took that time to push her skirt further up her legs, and buried his muzzle into the fur along the side of her neck. He took her scent, and bit softly, eliciting a soft whimper.

Then she had him free of his shorts, one paw drawing up and down his member. "Mmm, this is a nice one…" she purred. "Been… Way too long…"

"Heh… Yeah, me too," James growled faintly, rolling his hips a little against the motion of her paw.

"Just, uh… Well, don't knot me. I mean… I'm safe, but, well, I can't really be stuck in here an extra ten."

"Come on, baby, I'm not new," James chuckled. He reached down and freed himself from her grasp, and started to line up. He brought his muzzle over her neck and bit down again, his sharp fangs digging through her fur to press into the soft skin beneath. She gasped, and covered her lips with a paw to keep her voice down. He let out a low growl against her throat, and drove forward, sinking most of his shaft into her.

Nera barely managed to contain the cry threatening to rise from her throat, tossing her head back with a shudder as he began to drive into her. He hadn't lied; it had been a while since he'd had an opportunity like this. It was pretty clear Nera needed this just as much, though. Pressing his hips into hers, rolling and rocking against her, he could feel the heat of her, he could feel her sweet wetness drawing out, coating his shaft and seeping into his fur. His teeth sank in further, drawing little beads of blood, and he drew a paw up, trailing the claw along the back of her ear. She flinched, shivered, reached out for whatever she could grab for support. One hand grabbed the paper towel rack, the other pressing against the far wall, her lithe frame rocking and swaying with each thrust he made into her. "I, ahh…. That's it…. Right therrrrreeeeee!" Nera hissed out, quickly building up then letting loose, her legs tightening around his waist, her paws reaching around his shoulder to pull him against her.

"H-hey, Nera, I…. Let go," James groaned. Nera took the hint quickly, and with an effort, loosened her legs and let him draw out. She quickly pushed him back onto the toilet and knelt down in front of him, took him into her maw. Her lips wrapped around his knot, and with a deep groan, he let go and poured himself down her throat.

Once they'd both caught their breath, they took a few minutes more to get cleaned up, and James helped her make sure her uniform was in good order. Nera left first, since she had a job to do, and five minutes later, James made his way back to seat, more than satisfied, and decided he'd take a nap before they reached Zootopia.

Woo! That took some time to write. My gift to you; sweet, steamy, airline bathroom smut. Keep in mind, this does not set the pace for the story as a whole. Yes, there will be more sex scenes here and there, but it should only be one or two every few chapters. Can't give you an exact number right now, since I don't have any more written out yet, but moving forward… Figure on every five or six chapters. That seems a safe bet.

And what do you think of James Wilde and Donald Treever so far? Those of you following my other story have kinda been introduced to James, but this goes a lot deeper into his character. Please, your reviews will be a huge help, so if you've got something you wanna get said, get it said. And stay classy. ;)

-VV