Ten minutes later...

Nick felt something give in his teeth and Judy yelped. His jaws sprang open and he lurched off her, his ears splayed and eyes wide.

"Ow!" Judy whined as Nick slid to the floor. He went to turn on the light as Judy was just beginning to push herself up to all fours.

"Stay put!" Nick said as he flipped the light switch.

"Nooooo!" Judy cried and pressed her face down into a pillow. "Turn it off!" she yelled, voice muffled.

"Shush," Nick said when he moved back to the bed and leaned over, peering down at Judy's neck. He was horrified to see two little spots of red blooming on her scruff.

"Oh Geez, " he muttered and started backing out of the room, holding a finger up. "Just... uh, stay there! Don't move!" he said and scurried out the door.

Judy finally pushed herself all the way up and reached up to feel her neck with a paw, feeling something wet. She pulled her paw back, opening her eyes just a little. Squinting against the light, she saw the white fur of her fingers and palm smeared with a little blood.

"You bit me!" Judy accused loudly.

"You asked me to!" Nick called back from the bathroom amid sounds of rummaging.

"I'm bleeding!" Judy in the same accusatory tone. She reached back and felt her neck again, fingers probing, "Ow, ow, " she hissed.

"I hadn't noticed!" Nick said sarcastically as he hurried back down the hall. He wobbled a bit as he came in; neither of them was exactly sober, after all. He was carrying a small white towel, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and a tube of some ointment.

"You bit me!" Judy said again, staring at the blood on her paw.

"You were very insistent about it!" Nick replied defensively as he climbed back up onto the bed, "These teeth are pointy for a reason, sweetheart! In fact, I'm pretty sure they just did exactly what they were originally designed to do!"

Judy sat up, grunting as she poked at the spots on her neck.

He batted her paw away.

"Stop touching it!" he said. "Let me look."

Nick felt terrible. It wasn't that some of his previous partners had not indulged in such things before, but they had not been a small little rabbit, either. I should have known better, he thought.

Judy stopped fussing and let Nick doctor her, wincing as he parted her fur around the small wounds and dabbed at them. She put her paw, the unbloodied one, against her forehead. The room had stopped spinning, but she still felt plenty intoxicated.

"What was I thinking," she groaned, but she knew exactly what she had been thinking. That stupid book with the slutty jack rabbit. She had no idea why she had started to think of the trashy novel, only that she had been.

"It was that stupid book," she said.

Nick peered at the little punctures, ears splaying out. They were small and had already stopped bleeding, but the flesh around them was starting to swell. "Hmm?" he asked, distracted by his guilt as he sat back and opened the bottle of alcohol, "What book?"

Judy waved a paw before letting it flop down. "The one... that pirate one," she said tiredly.

"The Wanton Wench?" Nick supplied helpfully and began to clean the spots with a corner of the towel soaked in alcohol.

Judy nodded, then sucked in a breath as she felt the sting. "There's a lot of biting in that... " she said and sighed, "It seemed like a good idea at the time..."

In fact, at first it had been rather nice... more than nice really, with Nick mouthing and nibbling her throat. Then she urged him to bite her scruff and... well... what did she expect? The stupid book was also full of the same kind of results from such... things... so she didn't know why she was so surprised. Dumb, stupid bunny, she thought.

Nick grunted and sat back, looking at Judy's neck. He flipped open the cap on the tube of antibiotic ointment.

"Maybe," he said, but was pretty sure that it was not just the books.

He had been around enough females in his time. It's always the innocent ones who turn out to be crazy in bed, he thought, and Judy fit that characterization to a T. Idealistic, focused, and inexperienced in the weird, wild world of adult relations she was now exploring.

Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into? he thought... but it wasn't necessarily a complaint.

"You just might be into pred-prey stuff and not know it," Nick said.

"I am not!" Judy exclaimed. The very idea... the idea... Judy's eyes slowly opened wider as she thought about it.

The books, the fantasies, the occasional 'innocent' look at something on the net... that bite... it had not been that bad, had it? Just a little pain... she had had worse many times, she... She brought her paws over her muzzle.

"Oh my gods, I'm a pervert," she whispered.

Nick barked out a laugh and Judy turned her head to glare at him.

"What?" he said. "You're not a perv, Fluff." He chuckled and shook his head. "It's not like it's that strange, anyway. Unexpected from you, maybe, but not strange."

Judy huffed but was not sure she agreed. Putting a name to her interests made it seem somehow... dirty. She drew too much from those stupid books to fill in her lack of real world experience, but she certainly did tend to be drawn to a particular style.

She sighed, not wanting to think about it right now. She started to reach for her neck without thinking.

Nick made the universal Ack! noise that meant 'Stop that!' and Judy let her paw drop.

"How bad is it?" she asked as Nick started to apply the ointment to the small spots, using thumb and forefinger to part the short gray fur again.

Nick sighed and leaned in to inspect. "Well, they're not bleeding anymore. Not bad... tiny... swelling a bit, though."

Judy debated asking if he had all his shots but he would have gotten a load of those when he went into the academy... and it would have been rather insulting. Then she thought of her parents. A slow panic started to rise.

"Oh my gods... Nick, we can NOT let my parents know about this! They will literally explode," she said and made a little 'poof' gesture with her paws. She started to think about how to spin it should the marks be noticed. Panic didn't rise too far, however; she found it hard to care about what her parents might think right now.

"That sounds very... messy," Nick said dryly, and Judy rolled her eyes as he dabbed some ointment on the second small wound.

Judy's concern did not fill him with confidence about the impending meeting. Once again his mind filled with images of being chased through moonlit fields by a horde of angry pitchfork and torch wielding rabbits.

He gulped.

"Do uh," he asked, his ears splayed out, "Do your folks have a lot of pitchforks? Do they, perchance, have a large store of torches? You guys don't burn foxes at the stake or anything like that, right?"

Judy snorted. "No Nick, nobody is going to be burning anybody," she said. She started to reach up and feel the spots only have him swat her paw away again.

"No! Bad rabbit!" he scolded, "Just leave them alone!"

Judy made a little growl and flailed a paw back at him.

"You're not my mother!" she groused.

"Well, thank heavens for that," Nick said in his fake serious tone, "as if things weren't awkward enough already!"

Judy made a noise and flopped back down onto her belly. "Gross, Nick, " she huffed. "If the mood wasn't dead already, that certainly killed it." She rolled onto her side to look at him.

Nick grimaced. "I'm really sorry-" he began and Judy saw his tortured expression.

"It's fine Nick," she interrupted, "It was my fault." She yawned and made a lazy gesture, "Nmmph, just turn the light off and get back to bed."

The rush of adrenaline from the entire escapade was ebbing, and the drink was still interfering with her ability think clearly. Sleep called to her, pulling her mind down. She closed her eyes.

"I've learned the valuable lesson that foxes have sharp teeth. Go team Judy, yay!" she half mumbled and waved a paw around with one finger up, as Nick went to flick the light off.

The spots on her neck had started to throb in time with her heartbeat as the area swelled, but she still found it hard to care. I hope Mom and Dad don't notice. Have to make something up, she thought.

The nightmare scenario played through her mind. Oh? What's that, mom? Oh, that's just where Nick bit me, that's all! Oh, by the way, turns out I'm into some really kinky stuff, like pred-prey play! What's that, you ask? Well, just let me tell you...

Nick climbed back into bed, and Judy roused to snuggle closer to him. Nick sighed heavily; he still felt awful. It had been an accident, but it didn't stop him feeling guilty for hurting her.

Judy mmmed quietly. She laid an arm across Nick and rubbed his chest lightly with one paw. "It's ok," she said and yawned again as she nuzzled up against him.

Nick sighed one more time and turned over so he could cuddle closer with Judy.

She made a pleased little noise, then squirmed some as she entwined herself with him.

"Warm," she said in the voice of those barely conscious.

"Soft," Nick replied then added, "I really am sorry."

"I know," Judy said in the same sleepy voice and gave him a little pat with one paw that was resting on his side.

"Forgive you… Love you..."

Note from the Author:

First off big thanks to my editors Athens Damanes and Gotriss Nholf!

SO - short chapter. Story here. I actually had written a completely different chapter, almost 10k long, mostly edited, and decided it wasn't working. As I like to say "It went off reservation." It wasn't working and got strange, so I chucked it. I debated waiting to put up multiple chapters again but wanted to get this little humours one out while I work on the next. Next chapter will be fairly short as well, the discussion with honey, then off to Meet the Hopps. :)