Cover Art by merffle on Furaffinity
Winters affected the large city of Zootopia in a variety of ways across its multiple sectors. The temperature in Tundratown dropped three or four degrees lower than its usual temperature, otherwise experiencing no changes whatsoever. Sahara Square's machines worked on overdrive to keep temperatures high, though citizens might have noticed a cool breeze blow through a few times a day. The Rainforest District seemed to get the worst of it, with the cold February weather making the wet bridges and walkways an icy slipping hazard for half of the town. Savanna Central however faced the natural weather head on, no matter how light or fierce the changes were. Fortunately, this year's winter had brought on not even an inch of snow and only a medium chill of the air, enough to prompt the residents to bundle up in warmer attire. The children usually playing along the corners of the street instead enjoyed the warmth of their homes, playing video games or surfing the web while neglecting what homework and chores they had to their parents annoyance.
Within the house of 1242 Padfoot Street, an older vixen with faded red fur enjoyed the warmth of her house with green wallpaper lined with oil paintings and family photos. The feathery cream fur of her neck peeked over the edges of an old green hoodie bearing the Zootopia University logo on the front and a pair of purple sweatpants, the vixen sat against the right arm of her bridgewater sofa in front of her television. Next to the couch on top of a small dresser sat a white mug, the words "Olivia Wilde: Most Valuable Mother" written on the side. The vixen reached for the mug, lifting it from in front of the picture of herself next to a taller male fox in a police uniform, and took a gentle sip of the warm cocoa within. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen while she took a sip from her mug, watching a recorded episode of the game show Leopardy play out.
"I'll take 'History Mystery' for six-hundred," the gopher behind his panel declared, before the screen transitioned to a blue square with white text in the middle.
"Answer: 'It'll be a cold day in Sahara Square before another another city walkway gives way' declared this acting mayor who called for stronger city walkways to support animals of any size and weight," the show host leopard declared, the vixen on the sofa lowering her mug from her mouth.
"Mayor Rutherford Neighs," Olivia muttered, licking some of the cocoa from her lips as the tigress on the far right of the screen's podium lit up.
"Who is Rutherford Neighs?" the tigress asked.
"Correct," the host responded, before the contestant's on screen monetary value increased.
"Ha! I'm so smart," Olivia chortled as the tigress selected "Shining Celebrities" for four-hundred. Just when the answer appeared on screen, the cell phone on the seat near her feet rang and vibrated. Looking down her legs, she could see the headshot of the same fox from the picture on the desk, the name "Nick" underneath his picture. Olivia reached for the remote and paused the game show, before leaning over and answering her cell phone. "Hello, sweetheart," she said with a chipper tone.
"Hey mom," Nick's voice replied from the other side of the phone, "How's it going? You winning at Leopardy right now?"
"Of course I am, dear. You know your mother oh-so well."
"I know that because that's the show I'd have to wait for you to finish before you'd let me play Mega Mammal."
"Oh, that's a shame. It breaks my heart to know you had to wait thirty minutes to play your videogames," Olivia said in a sarcastic tone, prompting a mocking laugh from her son. "How's work going for you, son? Is Officer Hopps keeping you safe?"
"Yes, mom; and I'm keeping myself safe as well. You know I'm a capable officer to my own credit, right?"
"I know that, honey. I just really like Officer Hopps and think the both of you make a great duo, that's all."
"Yeah, I'm with you there," Nick replied in a low tone of voice, "Anyway, how's work on your end?"
"Ugh, nothing interesting to talk about," Olivia said with a lackadaisical tone, leaning her head back to rest on the arm of the sofa, "There's no glamor or excitement in a receptionist's day at Bullhoof Incorporated. Making coffee for my supervisors, sending faxes, tolerating the younger foxes eyeing me up and down when I walk past their cubicles."
"I'm guessing they're not up to your dating standards?"
"Not even close," Olivia said after taking another sip from her mug, "They're younger than you, and don't seem to have matured past their high school days. They just think I'm a hot looking cougar because of my age."
"Why do they think that? You're obviously a fox."
"Very funny Nick, you know what I mean. Besides, I'm through with my dating days. I've not had any interest in finding another mate since your father, and I'm just fine with that."
"No complaints from me," Nick replied casually, "Speaking of mates though, the reason I wanted to call you: are you busy tomorrow?"
"Well, I have work from nine to five, but other than that I'm available. Why, did you have something in mind?"
"I did, actually," Nick replied, his voice shaking just the slightest bit, "How would you like to, uh… meet the woman I've been dating for the past six months?"
Olivia's ears shot up with a bright smile stretched across her face. "Sweetheart, I would love to meet her!" she replied with glee, "I didn't want to pressure either of you, but I've been dying to meet her ever since you told me about it so long ago."
"Yeah, well you know, we kind of wanted to wait it out and see if what we had was genuine before rushing things, you know?"
"I understand, dear, that's a smart choice. Why don't you two come by around… seven o'clock?" Olivia asked, lifting herself from the couch and strolling toward the kitchen, "That gives me enough time to come home, unwind from work and cook something up for the both of you."
"That's awesome, thanks so much, mom."
"Before you go though, what do you want me to make for you?" Olivia asked, opening her refrigerator and scanning the inner shelves. Her eyes poured over the carton of milk, yogurt and plastic containers filled with cricket or grasshopper meals, "I'm assuming Judy doesn't enjoy insect meat."
"... Who told you I was dating Judy?" Nick asked after a moment's pause.
"Or… whoever you're dating?" Olivia backpedaled with uneasiness, "Assuming that they're prey animal — which they might not be either — I don't know!"
"You know, don't you?"
"I know," Olivia admitted while her son groaned from the other end, "I know you wanted to keep it a secret, but I kind of pieced it together on my own."
"Was it really that obvious?"
"Well, first I thought you were just good friends the day I met her at your graduation ceremony — like, good good friends," Olivia clarified, "The way you two kept teasing each other felt like borderline flirting to me, like how my friends did with their boyfriends in high school. Then two months later, you tell me you're dating someone, but don't say their name or even their species; kind of made me wonder why you were so secretive about them. I just had a strong hunch."
"Well, crap, there goes the surprise then."
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I promise when you bring her over tomorrow, I'll pretend I'm surprised!"
"Yeah sure, if you want," Nick relented with a bit of defeat in his voice, "Anyway, yeah, she likes her veggies, so anything with carrots or cabbage or whatever works just fine."
"Oh, I know what to do; I'll search the net and see if I can find some kind of veggie casserole to make."
"You're the culinary expert, mom, I'll leave that to you." Nick replied, while Olivia closed the refrigerator door, "By the way before I hang up; you know that thing that we used to do, before Judy and I started dating?" Olivia's tail swished behind her and a coy smirk spread across her face,
"You mean how you'd come over to my house every other weekend and we'd have wild, passionate sex with each other?"
"Y-yeah, that…" Nick stammered, clearing his throat before he continued, "Don't let her find out about that, okay?"
"Oh, you don't want me to tell her?" Olivia asked with a mocking pout, "I planned to give her an extended narrative about the first time I took you to bed, and detail every other session we've had since then."
"Mom!"
"I'm kidding sweetheart, geez-louise," she giggled, "Of course I would never tell anyone about that, especially not your significant other. It's not the sort of thing I want anyone else finding out about myself."
"Right, yeah. That's what I figured, but, I just wanted to make sure," A bit of silence hung between the two before Nick resumed speaking, "Mom, you don't hate that I've stopped doing, uh, 'stuff' with you since I started dating Judy, right? Like you're not gonna hold a grudge against her because you feel like she stole me from you?"
"No honey, I'm not," Olivia assured her son, "I will always love you and treasure you as my son, no matter what you do in life. The intimate moments we shared were wonderful, but I knew that they'd stop if you ever found a proper mate. I want you to have this, and I'm not going to hate her just because you're rutting her instead of me. I promise." A loud sigh of relief escaped Nick's mouth from the other side of the phone.
"Thank you so much, mom," Nick replied in a lighter tone, "That's a load off my mind."
"You're welcome, son. Anything else?"
"Nope, that's all I can think of. See you around seven then?"
"See you then. Love you, Nick."
"Love you too, mom. Bye."
The phone call ended with a soft click, and Olivia's phone returned to it's front screen. The vixen leaned her back against the door of the fridge, her thoughts wandering around her son Nick. The year and a half before Nick had begun his relationship had been quite enjoyable for she and her son.
Following a display of heroism from saving the city with Judy Hopps a year and a half ago, Nick found the courage to pay his mother a visit after distancing himself from her for twelve years. After rekindling their connection, Olivia had suggested he wear one of his father's suits to the award ceremony for he and Judy's heroics. Seeing Nick dressed in one of the suits belonging to his late father James had stirred up a whirlwind of confusing feelings within Olivia. While she thought she'd made peace with the passing of her husband, seeing Nick dressed in his father's attire brought up the passion she'd once felt in her youth, all of it bubbling to the surface and directing itself toward her own son. Her accidental advance toward him had horrified him, forcing him to retreat to his bedroom and scaring Olivia into thinking she'd lost him all over again.
After what seemed an eternity of Nick staying locked in his old bedroom, the fox emerged still in his father's suit, proving he forgave her in the most astounding way: by pressing a firm kiss right on his mother's lips, and doing nothing to hide the erection such an act gave him. The two cast away their hesitance about acting out a widely considered a cultural taboo and lost themselves in a whirlwind of lust and passion between them.
They had spent the rest of the evening in Olivia's bed, she and Nick sharing the most passionate and heartfelt sex she'd felt since his father was alive. It had felt a little awkward at first with the two of them stepping into unfamiliar territory. Once they had moved beyond their first-time jitters, everything clicked into place. They paid no mind to the social taboo against incestual relationships, and instead enjoyed the comfort of mother and son exploring each other's bodies in a whirlwind of loving passion.
Following their first session, Nick had paid Olivia several more visits, the majority of them ending with the two of them in bed with their naked bodies pressed against one another. Nick's training in the Zootopia Police Academy had made it hard for him to find the time to visit, but Olivia respected his decision to push for a better career than hustling the streets on a daily basis. And following his graduation a year later, the two had their share of sensual fun while Nick kept the top half of his police uniform on.
The day had come though, a few months after his admission into the ZPD, when he'd broken the news of his relationship to her. He'd met another woman, and would have to stop engaging in carnal pleasures with her out of respect for the new mammal in his life. Olivia had anticipated, even hoped that Nick would one day find someone, and she truly felt happy for him that he'd done so. Despite her support of he and Judy's relationship, Olivia couldn't deny that she missed feeling his body pressed against hers. Over the months of her abstinence, she still daydreamed of the things he used to do to her. She could still remember his tongue lapping against her neck, his paws groping her breasts and her buttocks. Most of all, she could remember the enticing jolt of his girth sliding in and out of her before his knot pushed inside and spread her pussy lips open.
Following a soft gasp, Olivia realized that her right paw had traveled between her thighs, pushing up against the crotch of her sweatpants. It was faint from the thickness of the cloth, but Olivia could detect a bit of wetness on the tip of her digits that had pressed up between her legs. The vixen pursed her lips and looked upward in thought. She'd originally intended to look up vegetarian recipes on her phone, then pay a trip to the local grocery store to buy the ingredients for a dish that Judy would appreciate. The building tingle between her legs and the fog of arousal clouding her mind made it clear that leaving for the grocery store now might not be the best of ideas at the moment.
"Just a quick one, then," Olivia said to herself, pulling herself away from the refrigerator and heading toward the stairs, "Just a quick pearl-polishing, then I'll concentrate on dinner for tomorrow."
After a quick trek up the stairs, Olivia pushed through the double doors and entered her bedroom surrounded by light red wallpaper. She looked to her left, toward her bed of aloe sheets and pillows topped by sandy covers, two chestnut dressers on either side of the mattress. Olivia untied the laces at the waist of her sweatpants, before her thumbs slipped them and her light apricot panties to her ankles. She would have stripped all the way, but the coldness of winter prompted her to keep at least some clothing on, rather than turn up the heat and add some expense to her energy bill. Kicking the clothing away, Olivia stepped toward her bed with her bottom half completely unclothed. She dropped to her knees and poked her arms underneath her bed, her eager tail swishing over the light-red fur of her lean buttocks as her paws felt around under her mattress. She at length pulled out a large brown box and pushed away the small amount of dust it had accumulated on the top before opening it.
Her eyes lit up at the inner contents of the box. Resting on its back, a large thick dildo in the shape of a fox penis took up the majority of the inner space. A pale red shaft with strands of dark veins scratched along the surface, up to the round underside of its triangular head. Her eyes looked down its length, at the large two orbs of the knot resting above a pair of similar looking testicles at the base.
"Hello, my dear," Olivia said, pulling the shaft out of the box and giving it a firm kiss along the middle of the shaft, "It's been some time, hasn't it? A few weeks can feel like forever during a dry spell."
Feeling the tickle in her loins increase, the vixen crawled across the sheets of her bed until her head reached her pillows. She laid with her back against the mattress and kept the silicone dick resting between her breasts under her hoodie, the tip of the length pointed right at her chin. Her paw slid down the front of her hoodie, touching the flesh of her tingling lips surrounded by cream colored fur. A soft gasp emanated from the vixen, followed by a gentle hum as she laid her head back with gratification. Her digits moved up the crease of her vulva in slow strokes, before giving the nub of her clitoris the lightest tickle. Olivia pulled her thin red legs up to her chest, keeping them open wide in anticipation.
Olivia inched the artificial dick toward her face, drawing the tip of it across her closed lips. A satisfied giggle emanated from her chest when she felt its pointed head tickle her mouth, teasing her with the satisfaction it had given her so many times before. She extended her tongue past her lips, licking the underside of the head and coating it in her saliva. While her maw provided some wetness to the shaft, her right paw kept itself busy in the wetness building between her own legs. Her digits spread open both sides of her labia, and she drug another digit up the center of her gray inner flesh. The light penetration caused her slim buttocks to clench from the heightened spark within her, Olivia's libido rising little by little, warming herself up for the toy resting on her chest.
How many years had passed since she'd bought this little sex toy of hers? She remembered following the months that Nick had moved out of the house for the college dorms, she'd experienced a horrible bout of loneliness. She'd also felt a strong wave of sexual frustration, the likes of which she'd not felt since she her preteen years. It had felt awkward, browsing websites for adult toys at her age even back then; she couldn't imagine that most women near forty would ever find a respectable reason to visit such sites. She'd felt shocked when she saw the collection of phalluses for any species, and awe when she saw the variety of fox-shaped toys in a number of lengths and widths. Before she'd known what hit her, she had typed in her credit card number and shipping information, followed by confirming the order. It took just a week for the package to arrive, and Olivia marveled at what lay inside for her. The moment she touched it, her mind filled with the days she'd spent with James, before tragedy had struck and ripped him from her life.
Since the arrival of her order, Olivia had become more than acquainted with the toy. Each time she used it, she would think of her husband James Wilde, his burly chest and sturdy legs laid bare in his bed, his erection standing tall and waiting for her embrace. She remembered how she would bear down on his lap, slurping up his shaft and making him melt underneath her mouth. She reminisced about the moments when he would assume control, putting her on her side and spreading her legs open while thrusting himself into her loins and eliciting the most lustful moans from her. From the night that they'd conceived Nick and even throughout the many months of her pregnancy, James never once lost his passion for her. Despite her belly swollen like a volleyball, her husband did his best to treat her like royalty in bed.
For thirteen years she'd made regular use of the toy, letting her lust take over and reminisce about her late husband fulfilling her carnal desires as he'd done long ago. For the past half-year though, her fantasies had taken a new form when she took the silicone shaft out to play. Rather than the image of her late husband entering her mind, she instead fantasized about her son Nick, his toned figure straddling her from above while he rubbed his girth along her body. A twinge of guilt filled Olivia's chest as her tongue circled the shaft in her mouth, imagining it belonged to her son. Pushing it out for a moment, the vixen leaned her head to the left, looking at the picture on her dresser near the edge of the mattress. She could see herself in her modest wedding gown with a bouquet of lilacs in front of her chest, standing next to James dressed in his tuxedo. She still found it hard to believe that thirty-four years had passed since that day, when the two of them had been so young, their bright smiles full of hope for their future together.
"Oh, James…" Olivia muttered, inching the shaft covered in saliva downward toward her groin, "Please don't be mad at me. I promise I'm not trying to replace you, it's just… he's all I have left. I hope you understand."
Olivia poured over the memories she had of James in the short time they'd spent together. Since they'd met and fallen in love, James had never once become angry with her or taken his frustration out on her. She'd felt lucky knowing there was nothing she could do herself to make him angry. Perhaps it was because he was too perfect for this world that fate had taken him away. Thinking it over, she hoped that he would understand how life had worked out for her and how her tastes had evolved due to recent events.
As Olivia began to rub the tip of the shaft against her soaking pussy, a new thought crossed her mind: what if James were still alive, present during Nick's childhood all the way into his adulthood? Would she never have developed an attraction to her own son then? Would the attraction have manifested regardless, and cause problems for the family?
Or… would he be into it himself?
A sharp gasp escaped Olivia's mouth, both from the sensation of slipping the tip of her silicone fox dick past her vulva, and from the thought of her husband approving her relationship with her son. She couldn't know for sure if that would be the case, but she wanted to believe in the possibility. Perhaps if she'd explained it to him and then brought the idea up with Nick, all three of them could enjoy some quality family bonding in a way that most Zootopians wouldn't dare imagine. A thin smile appeared on her face while she pushed the fox dildo deeper inside, her mind fantasizing the idea of her husband and her son in bed with her at the same time.
It's remarkable, isn't it son? She could hear the voice of James saying with his naked body laying next to her, rubbing his paw down the center of her chest, Fifty-three years and after giving birth to you, and she's still as beautiful as the day I met her.
"Oh…" Olivia moaned, pulling the silicone toy back and forth at a slow pace inside her moist cavern. She didn't know if she could claim that age hadn't taken its toll on her, but she knew James always looked at her through rose-tinted glasses, seeing her more beautiful than she saw herself.
No kidding, dad, Nick would say, naked as his father on the other side of her, watching the two of them with his paw around his throbbing cock, I'm just jealous you got to rut her before I did.
"Mmmf!" Olivia's hips rose upward in response to the sudden rush of arousal spiking in her loins. Her son was such a smooth-talker, with more crass than his father had exhibited in his life. She could see him making wisecracks in front of the both of them, even with his own mother's body displayed like a trophy to him.
Heh, well if I hadn't gotten to her first, you wouldn't be sitting there in front of us, would you bud? James would respond, giving her behind a squeeze, Tell you what though; how about we both enjoy the vixen we love at the same time? Make it a nice father-son bonding experience?
Sounds good, dad. Olivia could imagine Nick sauntering toward her while James remained behind her, trailing his paw up her posterior and moving to stroke up the wet crease between her legs. Nick would lean his head down and run his tongue against her breast, sucking at her nipple like he'd done as a kit, but more thoroughly to intensify her growing lust. Olivia dug her head into her pillow, pumping the toy with even more speed in and out of her pussy, the clear fluid dripping out of the edges and onto the sheets below her.
I think she's starting to get antsy, my boy, she could hear James tease as his paws wandered down to her sensitive lower lips, pushing up against the center and making her whine in need, You ready to give her what she wants?
You got it pops, Nick would reply, both men shifting themselves down and spreading her legs open wide while they stood on their knees. Both of their erections remained tall and proud, pointed right at her open labia dripping with her arousal. Before getting close to her, her husband and son would bring the tips of their cocks together, James putting a reassuring paw his boy's shoulder and giving him a supportive pat. With the two of their shafts touching, the foxes would ease themselves forward and slip into her opening, giving her twice the filling sensation she was used to.
"Ahhhh!" Olivia screamed, slipping a digit of her left paw into her pussy next to the fox toy. It couldn't compare to the width of two real fox penises, but it would do for the moment. The vixen continued to moan without restraint with both her paw's digit and the toy moving in and out of her, her mind still keeping the image of being simultaneously penetrated by her husband and son.
Holy smokes, she's a screamer, she could hear Nick say as he and James thrust into her from below, Was she this noisy before I was born?
Indeed, my boy, James would tell him, making her already blushing face burn even more, We were lucky to have thick walls, so the neighbors couldn't hear her.
Olivia's toes began to curl from the sensation building between her legs. For years it had been enough to fantasize about her husband keeping her satisfied, as it had for the past several months thinking of Nick. Never before had she entertained the idea of both of them pummeling her at once, father and son, bonding together over screwing the vixen in front of them. She could feel her climax building even faster than usual, her mouth curling inward in response to the looming finale.
Oh god, dad… I'm getting close, Nick would say, his eyes closing from his effort to stave himself for a moment longer.
Hey, like father like son, James would respond with a smile, What do you say? Think she can take both our knots at once?
"Yes!" Olivia screamed, her buttocks raising from the bedsheets from her upward thrusts. Imagining both Nick and James nearing their breaking points, she pushed the dildo far as she could inside her, letting the knot of the toy fill her, while also pushing her digit all the way up to her knuckle. It was quite a stretch, but Olivia reveled in the strain, imagining both of the men she loved knotting her at the same time.
Ah, dad! I can feel your dick throbbing against me!
Same here, son! It's gonna be a messy finish inside her, isn't it dear?
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, ye — ahhhh! Ahhh!" Olivia squealed, her legs pulling back, her knees against her chest while she clenched against the toy and her digit keeping her stretched open. Her eyes remained closed, but her mouth hung open, humming from wave after wave of electric enticement coursed through her body, "Hnng — unngh… ahhh…" Olivia finally petered out and relaxed, though her body still twitched now and then from the sheer force of her orgasm. Panting with her tongue past her jaw, Olivia looked up at the ceiling, a sea of purple and green swimming before her eyes from the slight dizzy spell she felt at the moment. Her mind remained a jumbled mess for a moment, before she regained enough sense to perceive the light-red wallpaper and chestnut drawers of her room again.
"Was I… supposed to do something?" she asked herself, retracing her steps leading to her entering her bedroom and beginning her masturbation session, "Let's see, I was in the kitchen, talking on the phone with… Nick! Judy, dinner, that's right."
Olivia pulled her head upward and looked across the room, seeing her sweatpants on the floor which held her cellphone in her pocket. The vixen heaved a frustrated groan: even though they lay a few feet from the bed, the urge for her to want to lay back and bask in the stretch of the knot made them seem a mile away. Olivia reluctantly heaved herself out of bed, her pussy lips still clinging tight underneath the silicone knot. She could feel it bounce just a bit with each step she took as she waddled across the floor, using her right foot to drag her sweatpants across the carpet to her mattress.
I hope you're not seeing this, James, Olivia thought to herself while she drug her pants across the floor with the dildo still hanging from her pussy, I'm fine with you knowing about my incestral cravings, but this is just so undignified. Plopping back onto the bed, she leaned over the edge of the mattress and reached down to one of the pockets of her sweatpants. Her paws fished out her smartphone and she held down the button at the bottom to prompt the voice command feature to activate.
"Zuri: find recipes for vegetarian casseroles," she instructed, her words slow and articulate for the computer to understand. Following a second of silence, the phone responded with an approving beep, followed by a feminine computerized voice.
"I've found a number of top rated casserole dishes for herbivores," the voice said, the screen of the phone showing several links to different culinary websites on Zoogle. Olivia turned to her side, feeling the fox dildo's balls flop against her thigh while she looked through the various options on her phone. It was true, that she did miss Nick's body, and longed for some possibility of getting approval from Judy to feel him against her once in awhile. She assumed Judy held a reservation against the taboo of incest like the other citizens of the city, and that knowing he'd done such a thing with his mother would destroy their relationship. Even in the odd chance that she would approve of it, she'd already promised Nick she wouldn't bring it up; not that she would have even if he hadn't asked her. Despite her cravings, she accepted it couldn't go on. It was her duty as his mother to be supportive of him and his relationship. And that included deciding on which of these dishes she thought a rabbit like Judy would enjoy the most, along with heaving herself out of bed and getting to the grocery store before they closed for the night.
