He might have been considered a lightweight amongst his colleagues but this headache went beyond any hangover he'd ever experienced. His eyelids were heavy and he could hardly open them against the harsh light. There were voices around him but it'd be better if they would just shut up. Too loud for a morning like this.

The next thing he knew, he was sitting up and looking at a doctor and a... What was this little guy's name again? Oh, right.

Finnick.

"Sir, can you tell me your name?" asked the doctor.

Well, since he could hardly remember a long-time friend's name a couple of seconds ago, it'd be a true miracle if he could remember his own.

"Nick Wilde," his hoarse voice answered.

Hallelujah.

"And where do you think you are right now?"

Oh hell, these questions were getting harder. He shrugged. "You're a doc, so I'm gonna guess a hospital."

Apparently nobody in the room found him funny or smart because the doctor went on to his third question.

"And what is today's date?"

Nick almost rolled his eyes. How was he supposed to know that? He could hardly remember his own birthday. "I don't know. Valentine's day?"

The doctor gave him a skeptical look.

"Okay, okay. Fourth of March? Fifth? I don't know."

"Thank you, sir." The doctor went onto check his pupils, all while Finnick sat by the window, watching the doctor's every movement. It was only when the doctor left did Finnick speak up.

"You been out for nearly two weeks, Wilde."

Nick sighed and flopped back onto his pillow, wanting this headache to leave. "Have I? Exciting."

"Should've left you dead like I told 'em to," he muttered. "Can't say the same for your partner-in-crime, though."

Then all the memories came flooding back. Nick shot up, ignoring what felt like his skull was cracking open. "Where is she?"

Finnick waved his hand nonchalantly. "She's kickin', if that's what you're asking."

"I asked, where. Is. She?" He had no time for this guy's games.

"Punk, you better speak to me with some more respect."

Right, as if this little rat was a ten-foot tall predator. Nick stayed his ground.

Three more seconds of intense glaring later, he got an answer. "The meter maid's locked up with all the other infected prey."

"What?" he ground out, using everything in his power not to bolt out of bed.

"The two of you got the new Night Howler injected into your system. Lucky you only went to sleep." He made a face. "Except when you woke to throw up your guts on the sheets."

"What happened to Judy?" he asked, though he wasn't sure he wanted to know if his two-week coma was considered lucky.

"The bunny's been running around her pen nonstop, unresponsive and unstoppable. Every night, they tranquilize her and stick a tube down her throat to feed her. She would've been dead by now if they didn't."

Nick gripped the blankets to still his shaking hands. He had feared this day for a while. Long nights had been spent in discussion with Judy on what would happen if one of them got infected.

"If I get infected, you promise me you'll leave me, okay?"

Nick scoffed. "I ain't ditching you."

"But rabbits bite and researchers have enough evidence to show that trace amounts of Night Howler can be transmitted through a bite."

And they both knew who would create more havoc when left to their own devices.

Nick the motherfucking predator.

"Promise me you'll not get involved if I get infected?" She pulled out those damned bunny eyes that he couldn't resist. "Pretty please? It would help my conscious a lot."

And he always said he wanted to help others. Make the world a better place. Blah blah blah.

Nick fought the scowl forming on his lips. "Anything else?"

"Your team's apprehended the suspects. Their operation's no longer a thing."

At least that was off his shoulders. He had failed that mission horribly and failed Judy on top of that.

"Take me to her."

"Tch, no can do." Finnick hopped off his seat. "I'm done my job here. Chief Hobo got me to wait around and tell you everything so he didn't have to, that lazy ass."

Nick glared at the back of Finnick's head. "And how much did Chief Bogo pay you?"

Finnick's ears perked up. "My rates usually start around five, but for an old friend..."

An hour later, Nick's bank account was six hundred less than before but it didn't matter because at least the pain meds were working and he was out of bed. Finnick had led him right where he needed until he was a couple of meters away from Judy. Only a heavy metal door separated them.

"Cheap city ran out of the nice glass facilities and had to keep her in one of the old ones," Finnick explained. "But careful now. For some reason, whenever she sees a bright coloured visitor, she gets a bit..."

Nick's hand was already on the handle and he gulped down the fear that hadn't been there a moment ago. "A bit what?"

It wasn't like Finnick to be hesitant with words. "Thumpy."

Nick gritted his teeth. Whatever "thumpy" meant, he would be able to handle it. He and Judy both agreed she would be the less harmful one of the two. That only meant he was responsible in helping her get through this ordeal.

He gave Finnick and thumbs-up and steeled himself. "Oh, Carrots?" he called as he slowly nudged the door open.

Instantly, he could hear the scampering on the cold metal floor. She was going at full speed and when he opened the door wider, he could see that she was going in sporadic circles around the room with no end in sight.

Her poor feet.

"Hey, Carrots. Remember me? Your old pal, Nick Wilde?" The door closed behind him and suddenly the scampering stopped, too.

Oh, dear.

He let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wanted to check how you were doing. I see you've been working out, huh? Getting that summer bod you've always wanted?"

Silence.

Absolute silence.

"Just wanted to let you know that your winter bod looks great, too." He gave a nervous chuckle. "You don't need to overdo the exercising. Everything in moderation!"

In the shadows, he could see an ear twitch. At least she was listening.

Nick cleared his throat. "I guess that means we—"

Without warning, Nick was pushed back, his breath knocked out of his chest. He wheezed, bracing against the weight on top of him. Shit, he was going to get trapped here. Judy was right, dammit, Judy was always right. She was going to bite him and he would turn savage and there was nothing to stop them from killing each other except a tiny little half-fox outside who would absolutely love to see him get his ass beat.

Then he heard the thumping.

No, he felt it first. Yeah, for sure his body felt it before any sounds could register because he could not believe what was happening.

Judy, straddling him, thumping her sweet little bottom against his groin as she panted, her sweat and drool dripping down her naked chest, disappearing between them.

If Nick had enough brain power to groan, he would. But at the moment, he could only stare wide-eyed. Judy's lustful gaze, her bouncing breasts, her sweet scent wafting up to his nose. It was stronger and muskier than what he remembered her new scent to be. A second later, he recognized it.

Fuck, she was getting more aroused with each thump.

He couldn't let her do this, not when she had no control over her body.

"Wait, Carrots," he hissed as his dick hardened and took the beating that it loved. "Nick Jr. needs a break."

"No," she snarled, and he almost came just from her voice. Judy Hopps never snarled at him.

He needed to stop this before it got worse, before either of them regretted it.

Somehow, his hands found their way to her arms and hooked them together. His elbow came around to fit under her chin and he let out a loud grunt as he flipped her over. Panting, he pinned her to the ground, needing just a second to recover from what had happened in the last two minutes.

"Jeez, Judy—"

"You!" Her hips came off the floor and nearly pushed him off her. "More!" She ground against him, sending glorious friction right where he needed it.

He gnashed his teeth. He couldn't do this.

The door was only two feet away. "Finnick!" he called.

The door opened ajar and Nick sent a mental apology before tossing Judy to the other side of the room. He winced as he heard a thud before rushing out of the room and shutting the door tightly behind him.

He was panting and glaring furiously at Finnick. "Talk."


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