A/N Still don't own Zootopia

Chap 14 Tiger Mats

Friday

Judy's grin widened as they pulled into the precinct parking lot after their abbreviated patrol. Nick pretended not to notice and hummed as he continued to tap on his phone.

"Ok Slick. Time for some pay back."

"Oh? For what?"

"Doesn't matter. It's sparring day. Twice a month, we check on our paw to paw skills, and that can only be done in the ring."

Nick didn't bother looking up as he nonchalantly replied, "Ring? I always preferred sparring in sand or just on mats."

Judy's grin faltered. Sweet cheese and crackers! I forgot he scored full marks in the academy for technique and control. "Whatever, go get changed."

Nick looked up at the change in attitude, but she was already bounding away. He almost put down his phone, when it dinged. Green eyes glinting with anticipation, as he read the message.

Interim

Heather had been keeping a low profile in the precinct ever since the bet with Nick. She had tried putting it out of mind, but never succeeded. Now it was but a few hours until the end of their shift. Unfortunately, she was also stuck in the precinct writing reports after just two hours of foot patrol through the sky forest portion of the jungle biome. Which also meant she had kept peeking in on a certain fox's Furbook and Plex+ account. The things she saw were tame if funny and somewhat narcissistic, until she texted him about it. The access password that was texted back unlocked a cornucopia of images from private marked albums.

A certain Fennec posing next to large mammals in compromising positions. A red fox laying languidly back on a couch enjoying the tongue of a leopardess that was running across his chest. And many, many more. She couldn't help but text Nick after a few of the photos, and the answers she received only served to rile her up in not an exactly in a safe for work way. Much to her horror she had texted her desire to him.

Postea

Many pairs of eyes were on Nick as he made his way through the gym doors. The occasional high-paws, jokes and accompanying winks served to tighten a few and cause others to open wide.

"Hey, doesn't he know?"

"Doesn't look like it."

Nick felt the change in atmosphere, and looked up at Bogo who was standing in the middle of the ring. A great and evil grin spread wide across his muzzle, "Wilde, good of you to take your sweet time in getting here."

"Why Chief," Nick grabbed his tail and waved it, "You know how long it takes to brush this into perfection after spending a few hours in the car? It takes..."

"Shut it! Now that you are here, everyone can break down into partners and go through the basic throw and compliance techniques. In an hour will have spar sessions, and your opponents will be announced."

Nick shrugged and went looking for Judy.

Judy's legs were strong enough to lift him bodily from the mount position, but her arms were not strong enough to perform a shoulder throw from a standing position.

"Might want to give that up Fluff. You would do better with hip throws," Nick murmured as his muzzle rested on top of her head.

His world revolved suddenly, followed by a sense of weightlessness and the sudden stop at the end knocked some of the wind from his lungs.

"You might be right Slick."

He looked up to see a toothy smile, "You playing me Carrots?"

"Hook, line and sinker."

"Fine you got me. Let me catch my breath."

"Getting old Slick?"

"I prefer to think that I'm aging to perfection."

Judy had to agree with that sentiment as she eyed the tight green shirt and the way his calves flexed as he stood up.

"Cotton Tail? It's okay to look but you have to ask for permission before you can touch," Nick whispered as he sauntered past her.

"What, what.."

"And that's time," a bellow rang out from the ring.

"Now to my favorite portion of spar day. Sparring. First up McHorn and Rhinowitz followed by Snarlov and Higgins."

Postea

"Wolfbert taps out. Walksfar wins."

"I...I..think...I'm...love," Wolfbert gasped after Walksfar loosened her leg choke.

A collective "Ohhh" rose up from the audience followed by a few wolf whistles. "Males," snorted Walksfar as she helped Wolfbert up.

"Alright, enough. Next up, a double header. Hopps and Wilde to be followed by Wilde and Fangmeyer."

Nick groaned. He should have suspected something was like this was going to happen.

"What's the matter Slick? 'Fraid little ol' me is gonna break you?"

Nick glanced at Judy as they climbed into the ring, "Haven't meet a Lepridae or a Ochotonidae that's broken me yet. As a matter of fact, I usually leave them gasping."

Judy stuttered as Nick winked at her and went to his corner. As the audience roared in laughter and Bogo smacked his face with a hoof in irritation.

"Innuendos aside, fighters are you ready," after receiving nods from Nick and Judy, "Begin."

Nick glided towards Judy as she darted forward. Throwing a few ineffectual punches at him, Judy suddenly jumped and kicked forward aiming for the head. A lazy wave of his paw and a quick turn, diverted her kick and she sailed past him. Judy performed a forward roll as she landed and dashed at the ropes. Diving feet first into the ropes and using its rebound to launch back across the ring, she rotated mid air and kicked out with her hind paws. A full fanged grin greeted her when she kicked out. Nick grabbed an outstretched hind limb spun once with the momentum and let go. Judy landed on the mat and slid across and out of the ring to be caught by Pennington's trunk.

"Ring out. Wilde wins."

"Judy you okay?" Pennington asked as she brought Judy up to eye level.

"I'm fine Francine. Just embarrassed."

The other officers had been stunned as they knew about Judy's special move. Some had avoided it, but none had ever faced it head on. Even those who had managed to dodge were still wary of her kicks and Nick had simply batted it aside.

"Fangmeyer you're up."

Heather rolled her neck as she climbed into the ring.

"Wow," Wolford looked at Wolfbert.

"I know right? She's diffidently interested. I bet Nick can smell that too."

"Clawhauser, tell me what's going on. Why did Fangmeyer request the spar with Wilde?," Bogo leaned over and whispered.

"Umm. Fangmeyer is interested in Wilde."

"How can you tell?"

"It's a cat thing. Like how you can tell if other Bovidae are interested."

"Ah, I see. Another headache."

The spar had been going on for a few minutes. Heather was using her height and reach but not landing any punches or kicks. Nick was dancing around and occasionally striking at her outstretched limbs. Until a hook caught his shoulder. Nick spun with the force and kicked into the inner thigh of Heather's leading hindlimb. Dropping her forlimbs to catch herself, she was surprised as Nick, swept them out from under her. Taking advantage of Heather being stunned from the impact of the mat, he mounted her back and twisted a forlimb into compliance and dug a knee into her back. Taking a moment to glance around, he became aware that they were facing away from the audience.

"This is my favorite position to finish," he whispered into her ear before taking a fleeting nibble.

Heather immediately tapped with her free forelimb.

"Fangmeyer taps out. Wilde wins."

Nick had instantly let go and bent to help her up.

"You better be ready Wilde," she growled at him before spinning around bopping him with her tail as she walked away.

Nick looked on as he lightly rubbed his nose. Benjamin though saw the whole thing as did Delgato. They shared a look before Benjamin erupted,"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"