A/N:
Fair warning: I changed the rating to M for a reason. Read at your own risk. Or don't. It's your call, really.
Now that the warning is out of the way, on we go to a completely unplanned expansion to what was supposed to be a one-shot.
Boo-yah.
Judy slowly regained consciousness to a cacophony in her skull. A gang of gnomes had clearly invaded her skull during the night and set about practicing for a thrash metal battle of the bands. It had absolutely nothing to do with the copious amounts of mead she'd consumed with her new acquaintances from the evening before.
She remembered everything until after the bath. It had been a very strange experience to watch the little dragon-fox-thing gulp strong spirits and literally belch fireballs into the huge stone basin that served as the bathtub for the castle. It was easily large enough for her whole family to bathe in without touching and yet the one called Finnick had heated the whole thing to amply steaming before he was finished his bottle.
Afterwards, he'd finished several more before cracking open a barrel of beer taller than she was and diving in for a swim. The barrel was now a shattered collection of staves and metal rings in a puddle on the far side of the room. It's former semi-aquatic occupant, meanwhile was barfing loudly into what Judy managed to remember was a vase.
"What are you doing?"
"Leading a marching band down Kind's Lane. What does it look like, rabbit?"
"That's a Mink Vase. It's practically priceless," She groaned out as she flobbered to her feet.
"Ugh. fine." Was all the response she got before the now vomit filled vase was tossed out the window. She heard the crash as it landed followed by someone below them making a disgusted sound.
"Where's um… What's his name…?"
"His name is Asshole." Finnick burped greenly. "Down in the bath."
"Smart bastard."
"Bastard. Yeah. Woke my ass up to heat the water. Took another half bottle." On the last syllable, he scampered hurriedly to a bucket and sang his gastronomic unhappiness to the world. "Nothing's worse than the hare of the fox that bit you."
"Isn't that supposed to help?"
"Hair of the dog helps. Hare of the fox in bristly."
It took Judy a moment to work through what he'd actually said. "He bit you?!"
"That's what it took to wake my ass up."
His piece said, Finnick turned back to filling all the empty containers in the area and Judy staggered off to the bath, holding her nose the entire way. It was incredible how much liquid the little creature's body could expel; almost as incredible as getting it all in there in the first place.
As she made it down the stone steps, Judy felt slightly better. With each step, the warmth and humidity of the air increased. The walls were sweating by the time she reached the bottom. Like a starving mammal sighting a feast, she sped as quickly as her hungover balance would allow her to the edge of the basin. Without any preamble, she slipped to a sitting position and into the water.
"OK. This is a bit more like it."
Judy's eyes cracked open to see the fox sitting across from her with both eyebrows way, way up. "Huh?"
"You really don't know, do you?
Now, she was a little concerned. "Know what?"
"Oh, wow, rabbit… Really?"
"What? What don't I know?"
"A lot of things, I'd guess, but this is a big one."
"What? What is it?" Her head was pounding with her heartbeat.
"You're naked."
Her first thought was along the lines of "of course I am. I'm in the bath." Then, she thought for more than a second and realized so was he. She shrugged and flopped back into the warm water.
"Not the reaction I expected."
"What? I'm a knight. Happens all the time in barracks."
"This isn't barracks, rabbit. This is female bathing with a male."
"Are you saying you're uncomfortable with this?" Judy queried with a cracked eye.
"Slightly?" Her slit-eyed glace became disbelieving side-eye with a raised eyebrow garnish. "What?"
"You were naked when we met. I have barely worn anything since we started drinking and now your slightly uncomfortable?"
"Yesterday was kinda weird, even for me and my roomie is a knee height part-fire-breathing-lizard. I was still kinda drunk and thought I was dreaming a little."
"And last night?"
"Booze was involved?"
"So what's different now?"
"Uhh... One? Sobriety. Two? Bath. I can smell everything better in hot water and you smell good. Three, it's been a while for me, Carrots. Three, you, warm, wet and naked."
"One, bull on sobriety. I see the mug of beer on the edge of the basin. Two, really now… And three, you like what you see, little fox?"
"This is just my breakfast beer. And, yes, to the rest of it."
Judy dipped down, soaking herself to her shoulders and stood. Her head still hurt, but she had an idea of what would help ease the pain. She watched the fox's eyes grow as she walked. It was obvious they never made it higher than her neck, or lower than the waterline at her mid-thigh. When she reached the fox, she leaned in and plucked the tankard from behind him.
"I'm waiting for the reason you're uncomfortable." She drained the container as she waited for her answer.
"Much less so now…"
Judy chuckled and plunked the tankard back where she got it. "Look, fox."
"Nick." He corrected as he reached behind himself and opened a tap on another barrel, refilling his tankard.
"That's right. Nick." She sighed as she sank back into the water in front of the fox while he took a long pull of his breakfast. "Look, Nick. I can go home in disgrace, or I can take a little time to prepare myself for it. Personally, I want a break after the weeks on the road and all the horrible weather. If you don't want me out, I'll stay a bit. Does that work?"
"Uhh, sure."
"And if I happen to find something else I like..." Her eyes dipped lower and saw something that wasn't an eel, under the water. "I may stay longer."
"Anything in particular?"
"A seat maybe? Or a toy that's... about as long as my forearm... and as thick as my fist. Oh, my gods... I've seen equines in the barracks smaller than you!"
"Small equines."
"Well, yes. They were ponies, but still!" Judy pulled his breakfast out of his paw and took a drink.
"Yeah..." Nick chuckled. "There's a reason Finn lets me stay. Technically, this is his place." That got her attention. "He's half dragon. He can take it."
Beer shot all over him.
"How can it have been a while if that's why he keeps you around?"
"Half. Dragon."Nick chortled as he rinsed the beer spray off himself. "His interest only comes up two or three times a year at most."
"More for me!"
"Hang on. What?"
"You really can't be that dim." Judy crawled forward on her knees until she was nose to nose with him. "I'll make it simple. I'll keep your manly bits occupied when you aren't paying rent. Deal?"
"You just compared me to a horse."
She kept crawling until she was forced to straddle his legs and settled there. "Pony and I don't see the problem." She let her paws wander over his chest briefly before slipping lower.
Nick tensed as her velvety paws found something worth their attention. As she explored, he forced himself to reply. "You sure about this, fluff?"
Her grip firmed and she began to stroke him. "My king sent me on a doomed mission that I really can't come back from. Either he knew already, or he won't believe me if I told him. I've been traveling for weeks and in training for years. Do you have any idea how little fun there is to be had training to be a knight?"
"Right now, I'm not sure I care."
Judy grinned and increased her efforts. "None. Not for years."
Judy was well past turned on. She hadn't lied. Years was the absolute truth. It had been years since she'd even gotten her paws on a male properly, let alone one so properly compliant. She was a rabbit. That being, she was not shy about pursuing her interests and she was very interested in what this fox had to offer. Ordinarily, she'd want a taste first, but that would wait until drowning wasn't a risk. Instead, she shimmied forward and planted her feet on either side of his hips. He obligingly rolled his hips down to give her better access and she grinned into his chest.
Much as she wanted desperately to skip to the main performance, she wanted a little more teasing first. After so long a wait, she needed it to be well worth it. She planted her lips on his shaft and rolled her hips, dragging herself along his length. It was almost too much. A second stroke followed. Then a third and a fourth. His head was lolled back against the edge of the basin and she panted into the ruff of his chest.
After an embarrassingly short six strokes, she couldn't wait any longer. Sliding higher, she let his foxhood slip behind her and lift slightly from the lack of the pressure from her body. When she felt his tip find the right spot, she hooked her hips and captured it. Then, it was a long, slow agonizingly needed slide down. She took her time so she could adjust, but also to savor. She was full for the first time in so very long and not even halfway down. She gasped as she let gravity do the work and she slid further and further on to him.
Judy's breath was ragged and her legs were trembling, but she wasn't there yet. However, she couldn't make herself finish her descent. Her seat seemed to sense this and his paws came to rest on her hip. In one smooth motion, he shifted her legs forward so he held their weight and pressed her down. A full-throated moan echoed off the stone walls as her hips finally met his.
He released the pressure on her hips and her paws found the floor, again. A moment to breathe was all Judy needed before she rose on him and forced herself down, again. It was easier the second time, but no less intense. A third followed. Soon she had a rhythm going. Riding him with long, slow even strokes.
Judy's first climax snuck up on her.
One moment, she was enjoying her ride as the fox raked his tongue along her neck. The next moment, she felt his teeth brush her skin and the world went white. Judy came back to herself, slumped against Nick's chest, panting with her paws tangled in his fur.
"You ok, rabbit?"
"Yeah. I'm fine." Judy sounded breathless to her own ears. "Little surprised."
"Good."
Judy felt his paws back on her hips moments before he rolled his hips into her and she was full again. Their rhythm this time was much quicker and it wasn't just her moving. They met each other halfway, thrust for thrust. His moans mixing with hers as their passions built.
She felt it more than anything else. His pace grew frantic and his motions rougher, more expectant. Hungrier. She was already tired but had no desire to stop. Yielding to his drive, Judy stopped working and simply grappled onto his chest, holding on while he had his way. Another bloom of pleasure was forcing her back to arch, pulling a scream from her throat when it happened. The fox buried himself to the hilt inside her and snarled as he reaching his own breaking point. As the wave slammed into her, Judy felt him grow inside her, stretching and locking them together. Another wave joined the first and a third as she felt his heat pour into her. Her blunt claws raked down his sides, pulling another growl from his throat.
In the post-coital haze, Judy drunkenly pushed herself up on one paw and pulled her lover's face down for a deep kiss. Their tongues twined and explored through the afterglow. At length, their lips separated and the spent rabbit rested.
"So how long are we going to be stuck like this?"
"That depends on how good it was."
"So, How long?"
"Quite a while, Carrots. Quite a while."
Judy nuzzled his neck before clenching down on him with her muscles. "Good."
The kiss that followed was interrupted by their roommate's voice booming through the chamber. "Oh, hell no!"
"Have a drink, Finn. The water's fine."
"Not until you've cleaned the tub, Wilde."
Judy chimed in. "Plenty of time after round two for that."
Finn groaned and Nick chuckled.
"Rabbits…"