An Act of Compassion

by markovas

The choices we've made and make define who we are and who we will be. This is a story about hardships and pain from which come hope and peace. But things in life are temporary just like life itself, thus one must not constrict themselves because of fear and doubt, as the only thing that is to be feared is fear itself. Set in Zootopia AU of the film's beginning.

14. Social Discontent

Chapter Fourteen

Social Discontent

Dark green with hues of pure light brushed quietly round the rainy scape of artificial clouds humid, clouds that lacked the dark tints of calamity and fear white 'n' loud that would've chilled the veins, with every strike, of mammals past in the world of old where every boom loud would be interpreted as God's drums of wrath meant to punish those stained of sin alike. A reminder for the day of judgement that is to come for all who have let themselves be forgotten and devoured by the stain of evil, the stain of abnormal ugliness.

But now, now… now anything could be explained and recreated with the tools of the future, crafted by the minds of power, the engineers and architects of the new world. Progress deemed immoral by some and extraordinary by others, progress that had transgressed into the reach of creation, the reach where one could now play god. The feat of progress stood in front where the artificial forests giant towered high with integrations full of obscured machinery and hidden mechanisms that kept the eco-system stable and life for the mammals living there normal beyond any doubt that all of it wasn't supposed to be, fully engrossed in their normal and comfortable lives given.

All that could be seen through the recently cleaned window of a red coupe which's engine had sputtered out in rest that was reigning around the insides of its confines. Nick's both paws were gripping the steering wheel in a required way, while Tristan had hugged himself as to comfort his mind and body from troubles unknown. The air hung heavy of fox musk and gentle aromas of perfume, yet not enough to overpower the way of nature and what the body sought to make a presence of, the way it was supposed to be.

But Nick felt at peace within this hidden aura of closeness and likableness, yet his nose could faintly detect tints of something else, which was brushed off to be the mingle of floral perfume present. The softness of the seat given and in between the ruggedness from the time it was worn to use, now having developed and dug into the fabric in the shape of the rump that had most sat in it, which wasn't the red fox himself. Nick wanted to appreciate this moment before him, a moment where he'd stop thinking about it all and just be in the… now.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Nick asked and shortly after broke his leer at the sight and moved it at his silent companion who seemed as if he was deeply lost in his thoughts stretched. "Hey, what's up, Tris?" But still there was no reaction, so Nick put his claws on the rim of the dark-red tod's meaty ear and pinched annoyingly with the effect of an angry bee's sting that got the young fox to yelp rather adorable and put both his arms around his head in panic, which got Nick to snort and keep his gaze with a fakish morph of sorrow round his shorter muzzle.

Tristan broke out of the daze that didn't achieve much of length and gawked stupidly at Nick for a moment but out of nowhere his paw rushed towards Nick's arm, and bone collided with bone in a piercing way that brought up a jumpy reaction from the brushing of knuckles against Nick's body but the intoxicating amusement devoured the venomous pain. "Dickhead…" Tristan murmured and made space as he moved his white and red tail between them both to which it acted now as a bushy barrier, characteristic small that Nick truthfully was kinda jealous for, his own smooth tail still trying to reach its prime with its small hairs that gave way to the skin that was blanketing the length of his flesh under.

"Were you thinking 'bout the meeting?" Nick asked but in way that his amusement drained through the spoken which wasn't his intention as he genuinely wanted to know if something was wrong, yet his ways of hiding his emotions meddled in a time when he even wanted to show them, thus accidently insulting his friend.

"No," Tristan snapped out in annoyance but his ears fell at an angle that showed that even if the issue mayn't be about the incoming events, there was definitely something out of place in the fleshy box of white marbles. That got Nick's fingers to tap the sturdy shell of the steering wheel and move his troubled gaze again to the view before them as if his friend may decline in fear for the upcoming, the red tod did have the elixir of doubt for troubles yet non-existing. But in order for them to not lose their warmth, he had to get their minds invested off immediately. He had to think about… the… Future.

"Do you think that after… this. Everything will be different?" Tristan's ambers flickered with defiant flames for a bit but after a forfeiting blink, the base of his lip curled lightly into a subtle smile that got Nick's breath to exit happily.

"That's exactly what we've been working for, did you forget, N?" Tristan twisted his fingers round the white tip of his tail as if mocking Nick's memory to which the tightness around his ribs retreated bitterless.

"Well… but… I don't know if it'll work out. And I'm supposed to be the confident one, hah…" His eyes entered the abyss of the car's mileage that showed 98 593 km with the conflicting thoughts getting a squeeze on his tightening heart, because of the doubt that any of it would work out, if any of it would make the cut. A reach for the most disgruntled part came with the bias reality that he trusted to be true. "Maybe… maybe we can't be more than just shifty foxes?" Nick hesitantly added with Tristan huffing loudly in edgy irritation that got Nick's ears to fall down a few degrees shy of humiliation.

"With that mindset, no doubt…" Tristan's tail fell on the light-brown transmission stick and his body turned at a better angle to face Nick who had given all his attention forth with an anxious expression around his usually confident initials. Was his friend going to accept his words? If that happened, this deal would look even more distant than before, he needed the reassurance, he needed support. "But shouldn't we try to be better? To become something… more? To make a change… no matter how small and insignificant…"

Nick's chest narrowed slowly inwards with a precision of machinery, because his beliefs were being bashed around even as he knew that such actions wouldn't result in anything good. But having somebody for whom he cared for, someone who had went through the same slime and tribulations, telling him that they could be better, not judging his choices, and believing in him that change could be achieved, it crumbled Nick's demeanour while his solidified beliefs were trying to defend themselves from harm that the dark-red tod was trying to cause. He began feeling the barriers of safety starting to kick his emotions in the weakest of spots.

"Attitude won't be any different… it'll be even harder for us than now. Why should we take the risk? Why disappoint ourselves further?" Nick gave a series of questions that exited in webs of counter, yet Tristan only smiled through his concentration and slowly unbuckled the black seatbelt that was holding him restricted, after which he scooped closer to the edge of the worn out seat of light-grey and put a put his grey paw on Nick's shoulder that lost tension after the initial contact, while Nick's own auburn paws fell of the wheel and between his motionless legs.

"You told me once to not care about others' opinions… you told me to not let anyone get to me… I'm not you… I'm trying every day…" Nick could see that Tristan was trying, he wasn't the tod teenager like before as his shell had been broken and shaped to help him, rather than curb and smoulder. Tristan had grown and was still doing so like Nick himself, while seeing that process was so satisfying and kinda fulfilling as their bond had just tempered and tempered beyond the physics of what was possible.

"But you're wrong about one thing," Nick tilted his head in interest, "we should let those we care for in, we should care for their opinion because if not… that'd mean disregard… If we aren't doing this for society, we're doing this for… us," Tristan leaned closer as he put his free paw over his heart that surely was beating stronger than ever, "so we can see that we can be honest mammals… better versions of ourselves…" His ambers flickered under the warm light with reflections grazing over the ruby on his collar, while his mouth did movements of unconfidence that wasn't like the usual and known, this one carried something more that had a… strange effect which his gut was warning him about.

"I know you can be a better mammal, I've seen it," he resumed without holding eye contact anymore but then he snapped gently and leered into the depths of Nick's green, "your compassion, kindness… it hasn't eluded me, N… You despise what you do, it's hurting you… I feel the same. All these years… growing up wasn't easy but you helped me… I never… thanked you…" From where was this all coming from? Was this what had been on Tristan's mind of late, why was Nick worrying that something even greater was going to emerge from Tristan's deep emotions that appeared to have this intensity of airy prickling.

"You don't ha—"

"Through hardship we find what's precious… and… through finding out what's precious…" the paw on Nick's shoulder moved towards his creamy neck where it cupped gently and caressed the sensitive fur that got Nick to shiver shortly, "we find the courage to act," Tristan's hot breath was reaching the front of Nick's muzzle where he could draw the scents of fruit that his friend always prioritized over, with meat being a place he never stepped into. But that wasn't what was troubling, Tristan was gathering strength to do something and this closeness only meant one thing… and it was terrifying...

He wanted to respond, put up that cocky barrier that would hide his feelings of petrifying destabilization but there was no time, time was fleeting and mortal when one lacked the ability of control because Tristan pulled him from behind the head and their muzzles collided teeth to teeth but Nick couldn't react, he couldn't believe the boldness he was witnessing nor the feelings that were streaming into his body in the form of hotness and buzzing thrill with eyes wide open and mouth overtaken, there was no time to think about or to try and formulate a logical response as he was being drowned into this flushing of affection.

Slickness moved around his fleshy lips with a spongy piece that tried to sneak between his teeth as it curled around the side of his gums. A nip by one of the dull canines came to be as the kiss broke with Tristan opening his sultry eyes but in that instant moment Nick's hackles raised and a low growl filled his salivating mouth which got Tristan to recoil back with lowered ears and tail that quickly went away from Nick. Pride reached an overflow, while fear reached a point of boil.

This is wrong.

Why did he just do this, where did this primal aggression come from, why was his heart hurting by seeing his friend in such a state of humiliation and dread, why was there this painful feeling in his pants… well it didn't take much to find out about the last part as he tried to readjust himself on the seat with a fix to his shirt's collar, while his eyes moved away as he trekked through what had just happened and why Tristan had just done this out of the blue. More importantly, why had he given him the chance and why hadn't he reacted appropriately to stop this… unnatural attempt of overstepped bounds unwritten or unspoken, yet known and executed until this very moment bizarre?

It wasn't as if he had never, in his entire life, pictured something like this happening with the imagination running rampant as he had sought ideas and reactions that he'd probably undergo, yet he had never thought such about his closest friend, a friend who meant so much to him, a friend whose courage bubbled out of nowhere about this… it was wrong, it was unacceptable and disgusting… But why? Who? Who saw it as disgusting, was that him?! What was actually seen as revolting, Tristan was a gorgeous and even smarter tod with everything a vixen would've wanted in the search of an appropriate mate, yet the idea of that specific gut feeling and mindset was there.

Where was the core of the idea that was feeding off into his head that this was wrong, who was responsible for this was of thinking without actually thinking? At that moment, the animosity turned into anxiety that began spreading slowly through his heart and veins and bones. A catalyst of stress that gave into shorter and rapid breaths due to his disability of finding a coherent and solid answer for himself. He hated feeling lost, he hated not knowing what to do… But most of all, he despised prejudice. The answer was beginning to come closer, and it got his mouth to turn into a sneer given.

"What the fuck happened… just now?" Nick asked through grit teeth of frustration and squinted at his friend who was looking out of the opened window with the tail between them again, he exhibited detailed signs of regret and the air now tasted of fear instead of that one that now he could easily place a word upon: need. In the distance Tristan was surely just blankly staring were the North Mountains, behind which was the province of Groshia hidden and waiting with its bumpy terrain and old-era industrial design. Everso, none of that could be seen but the tall peeks of snowy caps and the forestry below the middle of those said young giants formed.

"I'm s-sorry… it w-was nothing… Just… f-forget it…" For a moment he considered it, the idea of just shrugging it off and twisting the keys to start the cold engine and get to business, but his friend was disheartened, this crazy confession had taken a toll on his mind and it definitely was done in the wrongest of times, maybe he should've never parked on this view, or talked about the future in such a way? But it all summed to this, seeing him hurt was worse than going through all of society's hate in a day, his chest was heaving in tightness and that idea that was being considered shattered into thousands of pieces unrepairable. He wanted to find out the truth about this, he needed to understand his own views and why they were as such.

So with a motion of his paw down his shorter muzzle, Nick sighed and reached for Tristan's shoulder, to which his friend flinched hard and met Nick's eyes in horror as if he were to get a beating for what he had done. That had done it, Nick's hackles were entirely calm, his teeth were hidden and the anger was replaced by regretful behaviour. "Talk to me, dude. We've known each other since kits, c'mon." But Tristan remained silent and surely stricken with angst to do so normally and productively…

Nick gulped down his male pride that was visibly making him distant at this current moment of revelations and clicked off the seatbelt that was holding him in spot, after which he used the moment that was open due to his friend having made space on the seat, being glued to the door pretty closely, and agilely squeezed on the other seat with an arm going around Tristan's neck and their bodies now sharing the heat of one another, which got Tristan's ears to go up in reflex but then down as his head defensively lowered.

"You're right, we shouldn't keep those we care for out the loop. So I need you to tell me what you want and how you feel, 'kay?" The closeness that he had created wasn't something new, they had been like this countless of times but now after the strange kiss and heated, which had been even pretty good, there was this tingling around the spots of contact his shirt and trousers were keeping from fully connecting. His other brain was fully reacting in the form of a bulge that was hidden by his pants' wrinkles and folds, which greatly issued confusion in him. He did see Tristan as attractive for potential vixens but…

Who was he kidding, of late and the strange signals he had been receiving, he wasn't going to lie to himself by saying that he hadn't fantasized about a thing or two with him, especially with the emotional link they both had, a link that had removed those specific details that would usually act as a deterrent present. But not with it, not with its magnificent power present and iron grip of relentlessness. Tristan shuffled uncomfortably but didn't try to make more distance, it wasn't even possible. He actually moved closer into Nick and pushed into his body, while his head leaned closer so that the warmth of the surely flushed cheeks recoiled off Nick's supporting shoulder.

"Ughm… We've been friends for so long and … I'd like we to be something more… I know you don't swing that way but… I know you're going to try and get serious with Nas…. I couldn't let you try until I had tried, until I was sure you'd push me away… after all, you helped me learn about the meaning of confidence… of being strong… of being a real tod…" Those words, that order, those memories, that tone and emotion… Nick wanted to let the pride for his friend to bloom as he just showed so much bloody progress, it was baffling, yet speechlessness was just… commanding and assertive, while his curiosity gave way to silence and more that had been a definite no-go.

"I know it's not something you'll easily accept and get used to. But don't give in to what society thinks, Nick! Don't think for them. Think for yourself, find what you truly feel. Don't let them dictate who you are, how they've always done to us… We're more than just shifty foxes, and there's nothing wrong with what we can have!" Tristan barked with many hues of desperation as if these words were the last of what he could give to an insight of his mind and wants, while the effects of the whip of emotions trashed around Nick's mind without mercy. His eyes just stared into the dashboard meaninglessly now as they had lost focus… Society… prejudice… established morals and morals linked to society itself…

They tell it is wrong, immoral, unnatural and putrid. We've been taught prejudice and restriction from the beginning that has festered deep within our fibers of past innocence now considered true and right, yet how could that be viewed as such when that same hate resides within us, making us oblivious to the truth that can only be found by smashing the shackles of regress and getting out of the swamps of society that have turned into bogs of malice, greed and envy. In the end, those that truly don't give a fucking shit are exactly those who openly point out the wrong and right, the collective judges of irrationality and selfishness.

Everything is to revolve around them and their opinions that even lack any empathy whatsoever towards anyone but themselves, due to that present negligence formed by the stiffened thinking formed by society then, and passed on to society now. A never-ending loop of hatred limitless and unnecessary, but such is the will of those stained with loath and terror, terror that they themselves may sub-consciously want that which makes them uncomfortable and horrified, it's in the form of insecurity and unconfidence which is to be eradicated by the only way known to them. Hypocrisy and pure malice bilious.

What's so wrong with such relations?

Why're they seen as vile and degradations?

They shrill unnatural and evil,

Yet can't they see the hypocrisy primeval?

…

Hiding behind veils of disgust,

Their insecurities that way are put to rust.

They judge and label without relent,

Their way of paying their masks' rent.

"I'm tenacious enough to say that… that I…" his voice became weakish and his fingers pulled on his collar while the ambers moved around, but then, with a very hot breath against Nick's muzzle, Tristan divulged with unshaken resolve.

"I love you, Nicholas."

But instead of trying to get closer, he tried going further into the door in impossibility as if already knowing the outcome of this story. Nick felt this searing pain inside of his chest, it bludgeoned and trampled so much that he feared that he was going to have a heart attack that'd be the end of his life, these words were just too much for him to bear, for his shield to remain whole and keep him in the shade of safety… It chipped with every vigorous pump of blood, until the frame of past solidity started to collapse to dust and meaningless existence of survival past.

The heat was trying to get him to pant but he was forcing that away, his mind was begging for more space of contemplations, to flee to a zone of comfort where his vulnerability would be unseen but his heart chose otherwise, to reach a middle ground around this catastrophe… this warm and delightful reality… Somebody cared for him so much, somebody wanted him, somebody actually… loved him… His lips wrinkled in detest to those lingers of repulsion, they were misplaced, they were the actual revulsion that was a monster in a disguise of supposed angel, a putrid slime to be thrown into the slits of dirt and sewage.

Hatred for his prejudice exploded and began ravaging every single thought that would try and make this special moment seem like a transgression, like an act of abhorrence to be thrown out unwanted. A trunkless ideal ready to be toppled down fully and forgotten, while the truth would become accepted and cherished, the truth that he was loved by someone whom he cared for deeply, someone who he trusted and knew… someone precious to him.

His frown collapsed deeply into the outrage of his mind, it showed what was happening inside and Tristan put both his arms around himself in brittleness and angst but Nick's paw shot for Tristan who flinched and closed his eyes, yet the auburn paw got around the young tod's neck and pulled to which the shorter muzzle got underneath the longer one that was being held so low as to hide the vulnerable throat, yet the hard push of Nick's snout managed to go underneath and stop just before the base where his eyes were.

That was when Tristan opened his eyes and gulped down that was felt as movement on the side of Nick's lips, he stood like that, apathetic. He didn't respond with words, he kept his mouth shut and just intensely watched Tristan's panicking and sweet ambers, if nothing like this had happened, Nick would've found this very amusing and fun but right now the only feelings that were coursing through him were fear, appreciation, hesitance and doubt to what he had heard. It could've been just a flick, a hormone disbalance or just a dare? But there were no hints in the air but those of truth and his friend's eyes showed no betrayal in the spoken and intimately shared.

This was… real.

Those words, rarely spoken by anyone and lacking meaning when done so by mammals who'd use them for manipulation. He hadn't heard them in such a way for a long time and they managed to attach hard to his inferno heart which finally got his mouth to open and his tongue to begin the pants from heat. There was no trickery, this was real and even if he didn't know what to do, he chose to follow what his gut was telling him to, to let it flow, to let it unfold, to let it flourish, to let it bloom into a dazzling flower.

But how would that look, they were not only foxes but were both tods, such relationships weren't looked upon with good eyes from society no matter how advanced it was. It especially was looked down hard in Happytown… But when did he care about the scrutiny of the world of what he did and who he was? That argument held no power, it was miserable and destructive if taken serious. There was nothing wrong even if it was deemed immoral and wrong to nature. Who gave a fuck even but the mammal next to him who was anxiously waiting for his response… awaiting for the warmth to be projected back, to be bathed in what he had given so selflessly, so passionately.

Only the opinion of those that cared mattered, the rest was garbage worthy only to be spat upon, hypocrites unconfident who'd try to funnel their own insecurities into others and labelling them as the problem, thus creating a barrier of protection round their sorry lives. Here he had someone who he knew well, someone who had been in his life for as long as he could remember. He was smart, good, even rather handsome and most important of all was that he cared for him, he was invested and emotionally attached.

It was true that Nick was looking of prospecting into courting the white vixen Nas who he knew for some time as well and she was definitely an angel sent by God, yet the missing closeness, one that he had with Tristan, was what was getting him to rethink his moves, his plans for the future ahead. Why should he invest time and energy further when here right now he was being offered all of that in bulk with, realized and served in a silver platter right for the taking and tasteful consuming. A different bite with unknown qualities, but attractive nonetheless. Ones unexperienced and untouched, a path full of curiosity and new colors that'd be a bliss to be seen, to be accepted.

They could try, it wouldn't hurt them as it'd only fuel the feeling of happiness more, he'd have his friend with the additional feelings beyond the normal relationship, which was worth it, especially since both cared for each other deeply. Even if it would fail to work out, they would be friends yet again and that was the beauty of it, the lack of risk undertaken due to the understanding and trust between the two of them… This was something out of a novel, fiction, blasphemous fantasy… Thus Nick's head moved out and above, with his creamy neck becoming exposed to Tristan's flabbergasted eyes which couldn't understand what was going on, while his body squirmed in the trapped enclosure of the underspaced seat of heat and bubbling passion.

But Nick was patient and kept his neck up, a move predators would make to show trust to the other, trust that explained that they were giving their life at the claws and teeth to the other, that the other was in charge of what would happen next. And what happened, even when expected, got Nick's heart to melt in appreciation when he felt the soft dark-red fur of his friend who ran his muzzle under the creamy fur with sounds of purring that got Nick's legs to actually tremble in effect to what was cropping up in response to his decisions made.

It had been such hard moments for him to accept this but now, during these moments where affection great was being shown to him by the tod under his own muzzle, tod who was grinding his own fur into Nick's neck and was just getting his jades to quiver and mouth to shake slightly in between the unstoppable pants. Nick's claws dug into Tristan's shirt and Nick slightly lowered his head which made the movements below a bit slower and more effective in a ticklish way, while his head pushed against Tristan's in gentleness and needed closeness.

But then came a nip that shot a silent yelp in his throat as Tristan's canines had come into the play and even when they lacked sharpness, the effects of vigor filled Nick's body with the sensitivity turning up notches from which he squeezed his legs that carried his throbbing bulge. He hoped that this wouldn't end up to where it was heading as he was unsure if he could do it as they lacked time as well and more importantly: a bias-free mindset that wasn't that easy to unlock free and full, it needed time. But there was no stopping from his friend's part as more playful nips reached Nick's pinkish skin below the white fur of his jugular. Yet this was so enjoyable… so… delightful.

Nick was rigid and stiff like wood and couldn't register the light groans of discomfort coming off his friend that was from the penetrating squeeze of his claws that had dug hard into the shoulder grabbed. This wasn't his first time receiving such warm attention but it definitely was the most wild and new as he was receiving it by his best friend, a tod with that long and charming muzzle, bushy tail and narrower neck, while the scent of musk… of male… there was nothing to compare this with, nothing... The thoughts with the care underneath got his nerves to calm down a bit as he finally let out a moan of satisfaction to ring around both their at-attention ears which flicked in the trance perceived.

The edge of the seat was getting a bit discomfortable but after Nick's moan the dark-red tod's eyes opened lightly and he slowly rotated his body with a knee going right in between Nick's tightly shut legs that hid the awakened arousal itself. The knee went further in the squeezing of his thighs and reached the throbbing package while ambers just leered into green, to which Nick gulped hard without a plan on how to proceed as he felt unable, he felt submissive, he felt trapped, put into a corner of no return and most of all, he felt more feminine and unconfident as never. All that in front of his best friend from whom he hadn't ever expected such feelings and such boldness … It boggled the mind, especially when their lips met again with warmth and gentleness going around his cheeks, this times his eyes closed with an idea and need to do something, to stop being passive and take action which he did try with his paws that reached for Tristan's sides of chest.

The masculine smell was streaming down his nose with those floral tints in par, the taste of another was bathing around his mouth, his breath was being sucked in time and time again, his mind was running through scenarios and distant fantasies all at once, his pants were feeling more and more unwanted and the heat was getting close to unbearable, yet he felt the want and need, his body wanted more even when it was with somebody that nature had deemed illegal. The barriers were falling with each deep infection smooch of affection and trails of tongue around his sharp teeth that answered in playful bites in turn.

But it ended suddenly when he felt weight around his legs and noticed that he was in the shadow of his friend who was had fully saddled the base of his legs, while overlooking from above in this beaming joy. Both their foxhoods were touching with the barriers being those of their clothing and Nick's ears fell as he chuckled nervously. "Sooo… how does this work?" Nick asked through a bashful smile, while Tristan's brows furrowed and he made some space between them while he fully lowered his weight and leaned back with holding support being that of the grasp on Nick's arms.

"Haven't you ever tr—"

"No!... I mean no… never with a tod…" Nick said with embarrassment and tried to put his arms in front of him defensively, yet that appeared impossible as Tristan was keeping himself at balance with his back closer to the airy space to the dashboard.

"Haven't you see—"

"How could I, just the idea disgusted me from just taking a look…" Nick murmured high enough so that he could be heard but felt uneasy from the choice of his words, yet he had to be real with his friend or the rollercoaster of failure would begin ploughing too soon as that was what lies did, they destroyed, they stained, the contained deathly hallows. The repercussion came as quickly as they were gnawed upon, with Tristan's playfulness ceasing to exist and his firm hold upon the paws of touch subsiding, while he slumped his upper body and just kept his attention at Nick with this new dourness which buzzed bitterness in the scourgeful within Nick for the unintentional damage he had inflicted upon his precious friend.

"Oh… wait… are you letting me do this because of… pity? Am I… repulsing you?" Tristan hissed in this sorrowful contempt with his clawless finger tugging on the collar round his neck again as if it was getting him unable to breathe, while Nick tried to find the best of words in their best of order to best of fix the damaged bridge.

"What? Does this look like repulsion to you?" Nick bashfully said as he pointed at the bulges between them which got him to blush away in turn as he again crossed his arms in front from needed reassurance. But he wasn't going to wait for this to unfold fully, they had work to do and talk to finish which required time and more privacy as even if they weren't in an active part of the city, this still was a public place with cars and trucks flashing behind them on the busy road. "We've got to go. Tick-tock, Romeo. We'll talk about this after t—" But as he was trying to get his lighter friend off him in an attempt to slide to the other seat, the paws that used to be holding leverage, gripped into the sleeves of Nick's shirt and a panicked fox came close to his muzzle yet again but this time there was no supper in the form of delicious kisses.

"Wait-we… there's some time and that… just wait… we can… you know? The quick one?"

"What are you blabbing about you crazy fox?" But no vocal answer came, his friend stood still like that for some moments and then his gaze fell between them to which Nick followed, noticed that spots of enthusiasm and moved his gaze back where it was met with a tongue going around the rims of the hungry lips of his friend. "Aren't you first going to court me, heh? A date?" Nick sassed with mockery as he licked his own lips absentmindedly, which got Tristan's tail to fall to the floor in fluster, while his throat tried to find words of suit.

"It's not like… We've known each other since forever and… there's no need for dates wi—"

"You're such a romantic, sour puss," Nick interjected as he pushed a fist in Tristan's chest that got him to oof.

"It's not like we can't go but… you're stressed!" he finally blurted out with confidence that got his eyes to sparkle and Nick to actually snort.

"No shit. My best friend wants to get inside my pants. How dare I?!" At the comment Tristan frowned and knuckled Nick's ribs lightly in a weak manner which got them closer muzzle to muzzle again but Tristan's twitching white whiskers relieved some of the seriousness and didn't totally overthrow Nick's demeanor. Them moving like that got Nick to want to grab his cheeks and begin mushing them childishly.

"Look. I know it's hard for you to allow yourself this… If I was a vixen it'd have been entirely different—"

"Hey you wait a sec—"

"Let me finish, N! Then you can answer," Tristan pleaded with a sad scowl that got Nick's anger for retaliation at the accusation to cease and his mouth to close, even if it opened again from the need to pant and the crave to taste those warm lips before him. "What I want is to give you pleasure because… it will fulfil me when I do. I won't ask more of you, only for you to try something new." His grey paw cupped Nick's cheek with a smile sent but Nick looked away shamefully. "Are you afraid what others might think? Nas, Trot? It could be our secr—"

"I'm not afraid. And it won't be a secret!" Nick snapped his teeth at his friend who recoiled away in safety but remained his position of straddle. "I just have me—… I mean I could see hints you gave off recently but I've never expected… this!" he pointed at the space between them and his paw shortly after reached for his muzzle's top in the need of physical reassurance.

"Just relax… you don't have to do anything, I'll take care of it… it will be like with the vixens, don't worry…" The implications, what was being offered at the price of null, without anything wanted in return but affection… A selfless act, disguising the selfishness of giving pleasure to a mammal whom about was cared for, an intention that even with the hidden egoism was viewed as… one of great importance and value. How could that need be viewed as a transgression when it was giving so much and asking for so much less… asking for him, to give him, to satisfy him…

"Oh, Zootopia, what have you done to him…" Nick sighed in exasperation with a gaze that remained still at Tristan's anticipating yellows but then Nick chuckled with a shake of his head and finalized, "Alright, you dirty tod, get off me so it can be comfortable in this big car." Tristan didn't seem compelled to argue and moved his weight off Nick with quickness and Nick used the moment to slide away and onto the driver's seat where he fixed his shirt and contemplated on the heat that was being lost around the top of his thighs.

"Something wrong?"

"Everything…" Nick answered bashfully but didn't wait to be told and moved the zipper down where his throbbing bulge was. He rolled down his window and peeked if there was anyone that could catch them in the act, especially officers who could link it to prostitution and take them in because of them being foxes and therefore: liars. That couldn't happen in the constricted time they had, so as the coast was clear, he removed the button and his winish-colored boxers came into view of Tristan who was practically beaming in glee unseen.

"May we make God proud," Nick jested as he readjusted the tentish cloth which got the tingle to roam freely around his thighs and some saliva to nearly fall from his maw as he lost himself in the touch for a mere moment, a moment that was entirely eaten by the hungry tod before him whose arms were propped on the armrest in the middle. With a claw that moved underneath the soothing boxers, Nick shyly glanced at his friend with a very exhausting breath and a flutter that roamed his stomach, after which he pushed down slowly, thus starting to reveal the crimson flesh of hardness that was throbbing with every quick beat of his heart in a delay of reach, while dampness had placed itself all around the cloth and head, dampness that glistered in reflection to the sun's bouncing light.

The outside, where life of the districts' borders met in the mingle of that artificially made, was so evident and easily to make contrast of. The jungle fauna of big leaves and moss of quantity, it was trying to get over the elevation and enter Savanna Central, but from above like army guardsmen holding off the front in defiance stood the vegetation which was deemed normal, which was deemed natural. Neither could win the battle as neither was able to survive in the other's shoes or in this matter, roots. Natural and unnatural, living in harmony and balance with bounds shown and peace hard like stone.

"Screw that old wizard," Tristan chuckled through a lick on his nose and tried to lean towards Nick's length but Nick immediately stopped him with a hard shove on the reluctant head which was almost not enough to stop the hungry dark-red tod.

"Hold your tail, foxy. Don't you have rubber?"

"Wh— I don't have cuts… besides. I know you'd tell me if you had anything, sweetie. I trust you." Sweetie… now that was a new one that he had never heard being called by Tristan, it almost got him to surrender to the advance, yet it apparently wasn't enough.

"It's not that, thickhead! I've taken several leaks today. Don't be nasty! And how do you know if I'm clear? And who knows what you could have from those friends of yours," Nick jabbed in an attempt to discourage Tristan as he was getting more and more nervous by the second with his bare flesh exposed like that to his friend's determined eyes. It was laying furrowed on his creamy belly fur where it moved lightly with every flow of enriched energies of life within his body envigored.

"Hey! I've been careful and I've done tests. Especially since a certain vixen you got me associated with. Those gals are way more risky than tods!" he shoved while unbuttoning his shirt, which began exposing the grey of his belly and chest, while he finally began panting from the heat of the day and the one of his body. "Besides, it's been a year…" The notes of honesty and body language that came with them got Nick to accept that as truth and wondered why Tristan had abstained himself from such pleasurable activities, tho the answers that came as guesses worked wonders on his mind and other.

"That's why you're so desperate to go after me, eh, dude?!" Nick bounced in a chuckle that got his rod to bobble as well, which left trails of stickiness around his creamy fur that weren't severing and stood like strings of liquid cobwebs around his sensitive underbelly that just begged for attention and care.

"I'm not… just realized how I felt about you… this isn't lust, I'm sure!" Nick's ears hid as he caught the hurt in his friend's voice and even with him literally having his dick out shamefully, he felt rather guilty about his words, thus decided to cut the tension into pieces without strength by moving his paw towards his warmth-emitting mass and touching the top of his russet sheath from where his pride had woken up from, pride that he lightly caressed while looking intently at Tristan who appeared to be easing off the tension unnecessary.

"Just twisting your balls, cutie… There's a cloth in the glove box, could you pass it?" Tristan gave him a look of baffle, then gave Nick's fleshy stick a look of puzzlement but then hesitantly reached for the button and opened the small compartment where a few light bulbs hid in the corners and some wrenches of different sizes that were covered over with yellow tarp to which Tristan pointed and Nick nodded.

But before he could hang it to him, Nick added, "Peek outside and wait." Tristan just gawked at him until he shook his head and made a noise that was between annoyance and a groan. But he sighed ever so and shuffled towards the window, his back turning towards Nick and showing him off a view he'd normally wouldn't be interested in checking out. But now, now he was scrutinizing intently Tristan's rump that didn't have that much of a mass, tho the muscle surely added for the effect of a curve enough to make Nick try and push his pants lower as to get some more space for his dignity. The combination of Tristan's magnificent tail tho, it filled pressure in Nick's red that surfaced in the form of pre-cum which spread around the pointy head of bareness and baldness. As if it were crying now for the attention that wasn't being given so desperately.

It got him to bite his lip and stop himself from grabbing the angry red and thrusting it into obedience, yet his mind was roaming around Tristan's body in thirsty exploration, especially after his tail wagging and legs that moved even so apart as if to give more than what was not even asked of. He was fully giving himself into Nick and was expecting nothing in return, that sole idea was fuelling the desire to act upon the new reality, to make him his like he'd do so in turn…

But then the red and white tail fell and the annoyed voice of his friend moved across the ceiling in a muffle of barely audible, to which Nick laughed internally and pushed the windshield's wipers pump that got water to climb up the tubes and splash onto the windshield and Tristan's paw that became slightly soaked after a few moments. That got him to wonder how Tristan's rod looked like, was it bigger and thicker, was it oilier and slicker? Was it smaller and less effective… he didn't like that idea, yet even thinking about it was enough to understand what that meant, how far he had gone into the depths of the glowing hole of life.

"What, you're going to do a ritual with this?" Nick's stare fell and he noticed the piece of tarp right next to his face, until he felt the cold drips that landed on his leaking arousal, which got him to flinch and he quickly grabbed the cloth.

"Yea, I'll baptize myself… just… just watch and shush," he ordered meekly and grabbed the dripping tarp which he squeezed in reach out of the window. Then his eyes glanced at the intent ones of Tristan that were aiming at his still-hard length, which got him to sigh in amusement and reach for his pride, a reach that felt a bit chilly at the touch but he grit his teeth and began going over the thick red slowly and repeatingly, while Tristan's paws squeezed the seat in trepidation.

Nick helped his foxhood up straight and grabbed it at the base and squeezed up which got even more pre-cum to escape the summit's hole, liquid that streaked off like molten lava off a volcano and Nick went across it with the cloth and around the pointy tip with harsher motions as to scrub anything filthy from the day. If he was going to have it sucked by someone as special as his best friend, he wasn't going to be half-assed as he knew the taste of unclean crotches, never dicks but the difference in comparison wasn't much of a one. Hygiene just mattered, like a lot. Nobody liked fish when there was none.

Just when he was to go over the tip and sheath's top where his hidden knot was, something thrust behind him and grabbed the base of his tail which pulled out a yelp and he slapped his canine flesh on his wrist but Tristan didn't mock or laugh, he began massaging motions around that area of stimulation and Nick quickly tried to finish the now-torturous as he swirled the cloth around the spot.

God dammit, Tris. You seductive ass. Look what you're doing at our most important day…

Nick's nerves were buzzing around the end of his spine and towards his front, he was being edged harder and harder and it was incredible. He decided that it was enough and that he wanted the real deal, he wanted Tristan's mouth around his most intimate part of his body, he wanted him. Thus, he threw the cloth between the gap of the seats and gently put his claws under Tristan's grey muzzle which Nick tilted to meet his own gems. Tristan's ambers quivered and Nick swore he saw him tear up but couldn't be sure as his friend licked his lips and slowly dived towards the destination on the seat of spread awaiting.

Hesitance came if he was to let him, there was no return from this, none, he'd be too far gone as when forbidden fruit is tasted, the logical reactions, the want for more, the crave and need to fill that hole created by the experience new is just unstoppable to the regretful behaviour. But the many years of friendship and the devotion Tristan had shown throughout, the care Nick himself had for him, it all culminated to the point of acceptance of what was to happen, of what was to transpire between two tods in their early twenties who had found something special in the towers of trash that they had to swim through to get to where they were. Who was he kidding, those piles of abhorrence were so tall, so massive that right now he wondered if this was just an insane dream where his imagination was running unchecked, wild… But the truth was, this was reality.

Hollowness suffused of quality that had roamed the life of inequality, long and level of past, colorful and fuzzy present come.

The grey and familiar paw grabbed the base of his shaft which got his throat to rumble with this high pitched sound of deafness, his arousal was aimed up with a string of stickiness that defied to be broken as it hung in the air. Then, Tristan's long tongue came out his long muzzle with saliva trailing down the middle and towards the pole of need where it collided at the pointy top and down the round mass. Nick shivered from the sensation of something foreign touching him there but when Tristan's tongue went around his whole length tightly and warmly, he moaned internally and put his paws close to Tristan's neck and on the armrest of the door, and the space of the car suddenly felt so small and cramped with the air feeling as if steamy, as if mist alive.

The heat around his sheath increased and the fullness invigored his hips to thrust which he did to the surprise of his friend whose eyes shot wide with his jaw opening slightly and exposing the rows of teeth that once had been used to tear, shred and kill. He may have had dulled them but Nick knew they could still pierce to which he understood Tristan's shock that waited in his eyes and Nick nervously shrugged his shoulders in blank contempt as he was too embarrassed to make a jest out of what had transpired, there was even this distant fear that words would end this, fear of another kind as well if he still had time to stop this transgression, this act of moral degradation…

No choice was met, no choice was sought, so he let the silence to calm down and Tristan, after some staring with heat between his teeth, continued his soothing motions of intimacy. It was like a normal blowjob but it didn't lack anything but that of ordinary as it felt so much more, so full of new and softening. His arousal was insane, his sensitivity high as ever, the scent of his male friend: lovely and intoxicating, the idea that his closest friend giving him off pleasure, it all accumulated to one cocktail of emotions that fueled the fires of his libido blazing. The tongue swirled around his pride and the grey paws began reaching for other places of interests, one towards his buttoned stomach of shirt decent, the other for the space under his furry orbs.

Nick smoothed the disgruntled fur on top his muzzle an internally slapped himself for allowing clothing to let the inferno in him roam, thus shakily he reached for his buttons and began stripping off his decency while the paw intruding climbed up with every button freed. Nick felt entranced, on fire, and most importantly: on the very edge that he was keeping himself desperately from reaching and humiliating, thus his todness. Something lightly tapped the side of the door from the outside which got his heart to falter in the iron grip of unsettled angst, while his eyes took in the surroundings outside that consisted of grass, asphalt and an abandoned truck that had its tyres missing. There didn't seem to be anyone and wind rustled inside the vehicle to which he contemplated that it was the cause.

Just as he was to look above his beloved friend's head, the tongue lapped faster and massaging motions came to be just near his orbs to which his thigh's knees closed together and his back extended up the seat as if it were to try and climb its height. Nick's panting tongue went to the side of his mouth with saliva starting to drip onto his exposed creamy chest where a grey paw was roaming searchingly, his head went against the headrest, and he moaned hard with the pressure in his furry orbs building while the paw close to there was doing something strange in the form of even harder pleasure that was spreading all around the middle of the gap and up, especially around his tail where a tickling sensation was making him uncomfortable in this position, it was making him want to thrust forward.

With another swirl that came, something new and more… adventurous took sensation around the pointy mass, where the spongy tongue stiffened and pushed into the leaking crevice. It stung at first but then, after the effects of discomfort waned into pleasure of the moment, a great deal of other sensual tinglings spread around his praised and throbbing head. The nerves were climbing down the insides and were reaching the fleshy mainframe with same but different ways. Pressure came after some more and tougher probing to which he thought he was going to soil himself, or more importantly: Tristan's slick mouth. As much as that sounded mischievous and likeable, due to the blazing arousal, he wasn't going to risk such a thing happening, despite not knowing if it could actually transpire anyways.

So he squeezed his prostate as desperately as possible because there was no want to make Tristan stop. His vision blurred and hackles were raised with a sudden protective urge crawling through his blood, while Tristan's head bobbled, with change of tactic yet again, up and down his drenched length, which's auburn tip on his foreskin was disheveled and greatly soaked. Nick's claws dug around the backside of Tristan's neck and his teeth grit so suddenly that he almost bit off his tongue if it hadn't climbed back into the hot mess of mouth of his.

Holy f-f-fox!

But the dark-red furred tod wasn't stopping even with the definite pain Nick was causing with his sharp claws of deadly capabilities. Nick's knees buckled reflexively again in a squeeze and suddenly the paw around his chest went around and at his tail again which this time had an effect never experienced before with the tingle now being given care and that resulted in it moving around his orbs, while inside of him he felt movement hot. Nick realized what his friend was thinking of doing and they couldn't afford it right now as time was running out, thus he moaned out weakly, "S-stop, dude… You know how it w-works…" All that was received was a sultry purr with a growl and a squeeze on his knot the moment it surfaced from hiding off the unique sheath of auburn.

At a time Nick would've seen the idea of unloading himself in his friend's mouth as disgusting and wrong but right now it seemed so right, appropriate and… required… He was close to it, his knot was out and stimulation was coming from every angle, his mind was telling him to let it go, to let the young tod taste his breed, to evaluate it and appreciate its taste and form of magnificent fertility. He wanted to give it to him, this was a moment of instinctive passion. But they lacked time, there wasn't any time left with what he had in mind…

"E-enough, T-Trist-tan… c'mon…" Nick tried meekly and pulled on Tristan's head but the tod shot him a reluctant glance and continued in defiance, which got Nick to try harder but the feeling of teeth scraping around his knot got him to groan in a mix of disgruntled moans, and to let go. Why was Tristan being such an idiot stubborn kit? "It's going to get m-messy, bro! Nas will s-strip our p-pelts if she fo—"

His feet sprung in interruption, his bushless tail stood tall and his claws dug so hard in Tristan's flesh that he felt the warmth of liquid streaming round his claws of black with the scent of blood mixing in between the odors of pleasure heavy. But there came another jolt as his warm seed flew between the gap of his friend's long jaw, while that same tongue didn't falter even for a moment as it focused its attention at the source of the incoming, the source of milky stickiness that appeared to be just beginning its escape from the fleshy confines inside. Not only that, focus came as his brain was fed with the drug-like effects of dopamine which ran through his body in the moments of a flash.

Nick's free paw reached for his muzzle as he groaned with a sigh that lacked any more care, as he knew that a mess was inevitable with how his shaft worked as he could ride hardness up to five minutes while his member would shoot warmth until then. There were accessories for such messes created specifically but how could've he known that his best friend would want to give him head? Was he going to remain there until it stopped? That wasn't going to happen and as Nick moved his drained eyes down, he noticed something out of the ordinary with a view as well that made his roots of sensitivity to spike.

Tristan's mouth was at such an angle that Nick's whole male flesh was visible in between the lines of teeth and long spongy tongue with sticky trails of lineage holding on or streaking down. His foxhood wasn't stopping with the spurts of love but it was constricted by the rubber that grey paws slid down close to Nick's knot with some rubbing that stung a little bit as the rubber reached behind the enlarged mass of red. Because this rubber had a bigger end than a normal condom, it looked like a knotter, a cheaper variant to those lonely or like in this case, pre-occupied and time-constricted to the strange streaks of luck.

The curious observations ended as Tristan's cupid eyes flared as they caught Nick's, while his tongue remained out his mouth with the contents of pleasure milky, while the bleachy smell caught Nick's nostrils that contracted in response. Nick's mind was still roaming the fulfilling train of orgasm with every throb, which in turn had weakened his resolve to the extent that he was just panting heavily against the seat, yet that was being replaced by the feeling of tiredness and the focus was slowly slipping away into the gust of time and space.

"Salty… that meat's bad for you, N…" Tristan slapped his lips with a grin and moved up to his full height with one of his paws reaching for Nick's chest where he rested his weight against, thus losing his greyness in the creamy delight. They stood like that, gems to gems waiting for the next move until Tristan began slowly moving closer and closer towards Nick's muzzle to which the smell and sight was starting to magnify with the dready feeling that his friend was going to do something very dislikeable, which manifested in stress with Nick's paws going for Tristan's chest to push him away but the young tod was visibly feeling unrestrained by the weak attempts derived from the pleasurable unloads from crimson flesh of fertility.

The idea of doing this was repulsing and the unnerving smell was helping up to that, yet another part of his mind that had been cradled in pleasure called forth for him to act and drown himself in this dirty act. But before he was able to properly put his paw before the intrusion and give himself a moment to breathe the suffocating air of need, both his wrists were grabbed and pushed against the back of the seat, while the long muzzle of his friend stood just mere paces before Nick's nose where their hot breaths mingled in an unstable rhythm of confidence and tension.

But Nick moved his head the other direction in a last attempt of stopping this as his body was drained of all will, yet he felt something to drop by his leg next the door with heat spreading in front of him, Tristan was on his knees on the same seat, while under him stood the draining red that was filling the contents of the knotter slowly, while the bulge in Tristan's pants had even seemed to have become bigger, or was that Nick's hazy imagination playing fantasies of preference? Tristan wiggled his jaw in an expression of discomfort, apparently from all the pampering done, and moved the heat of his firm body closer and closer, while mated fur around his mouth showed off the flushing deed Nick had done not even a minute ago.

Nick struggled to get himself free but sighed hard in forfeit, yet his jades could see the need for this to happen, a part of him wanted this to happen. Tristan's alabasters slowly bit into Nick's lip, then Tristan began pulling back as to straighten the shy muzzle in level, and it hurt to resist so Nick reluctantly did as forced, after which that same sticky tongue moved under Nick's lips as it tried to find entrance, while those grey paws of entrapment went around his head and kept him firmly in place in between the attempts of warm and strange infiltration.

Nick tried to pull away the grip but every second of his throbbing diminished the interest in fighting with his tightly shut mouth starting to slowly open to the lewd muzzle of his friend, which was finally permitted penetration that resulted in the taste of saltiness and the feel of stickiness, which got Nick's mouth to wrinkle in dislike finally, and him to seize the long muzzle of his friend and push it down hard with new effort from the distasteful kink of heated hormones and desires of intimacy.

"That's fucking filthy, dude! Spit that shit out…" Nick scolded in finality and slowly let go of the lowered muzzle that dripped contents right between Nick's legs. But as their muzzles were on the same height again, Tristan closed his mouth with a final lick and gulped, which got Nick to flinch and chase him away from the seat by pushing him off distastefully, furthermore Nick crossed his arms and tried to be angry but it was hard with the melting effects of his peak and the movement of liquid around the canals of his reproduction.

"Sooo… how was it?" came the unconfident voice of his friend besides him at whom Nick shot his hostile daggers.

"Fucking disgusting, dude!" The words had an immediate effect that got the dark-red tod's ears to fall down in par his long whiskers, and his paws to reach for his bushy tail instantly. Nick didn't realize how that had sounded until his heart squeezed in panic and got him to clarify at the sight of hurt before him after such a pleasurable experience with the end that was only meant to be described as such. "Not the head… ughm… the end, Tris…" The reaction wasn't sudden but at least Tristan didn't become more so sullen.

"Just thought… you'd like it… I'm sorry…" he clarified quietly and hugged his tail closer in shame of his boldness that had visibly went too far.

"Well, now you'd know for next time," Nick said in between another fulfilling throb and grinned his teeth suggestively at his gloomy friend who had just been between his legs not even a minute ago, something that Nick actually enjoyed feeling and seeing. Alas, the ending had caught him badly surprised but that he could overlook as a mistake from passion. Tristan's gloom fell instantly with a slow smile carpeting his surrounding moist lips that still had more of Nick than him, after which he dropped his defensive tail and ahemed with a glance towards the outside noisy, from where soothing wind came and brushed their furs of youth.

"I think it's time to go…" Tristan pursed through the silence and rumblings of cars from the road behind them, yet that got Nick into a conundrum if he should heed his words and just twist the keys with the chain of pink. Tristan wasn't visibly expecting to be returned the pleasure which was in turn coursing through Nick's member still yet. Nick's greens moved towards the package that had reduced its size and sighed heatedly in hesitation. He had never done this and the lack of experience was pulling him back. Was it the same as licking shy folds? Did it taste bad? It certainly did to him when he had been kissed with his own juices…

Anyhow, he couldn't leave him hanging, to let this be one-sided and unfair even with fear's advice trying to make him accept this deal of strange relationship. He raised his paw to his eyes with the blood of his friend staining the purity of his voidy claws, which in turn got his nerves to dance anxiously in mix with the pleasure that kept the bay. He couldn't turn his back on this, he even wanted to do this even if his throat was contracting in a reflex of angst from putting his mouth on something like a red salty rod of a tod, a male...

"Strip," Nick said sternly to which Tristan's ears flicked and he turned around with the look of total confusion.

"Wh—"

"Do as I say," Nick growled out as his paw reached for Tristan's arm which he pulled towards the middle.

"It's unnecessary… wai— it's not a problem, N!" Tristan fussed weakly but Nick wasn't listening and pulled him even closer but their eyes didn't meet as Nick pushed his muzzle underneath Tristan's longer one and snaked under where the wound of claws was on the side of the dark-red and grey neck. He had missed damaging the beautiful collar but red had managed to reach the dark leather, with stains on the grey part of the fur having had suffered the same consequences. It still looked fresh tho and the throbs under his pelvis made his tongue to exit his salivating mouth.

No words came forth, Nick's spongy appendage reached the broken skin and metallic streaked across his buds of vision with a wince from his friend, who was audibly shuffling from above to Nick's amusement to which he continued pampering in dampness what he had caused with intrusive thoughts that appeared even more wild than his imagination had allowed previously. He was like a hungry vampire but this vampire sought to heal instead to kill, this vampire had its prey around his claws and teeth and heart… The thrill of the hunt, a hunt like no other.

As he had enough and moved back so he could look into the ambers of his friend, he noticed Tristan's boxers of grey that had many blueberries all around, which got Nick to actually laugh as his gaze trailed up where the shaky paws of his friend were trying to unbutton the few last ones keeping his grey chest decent, while the rest beneath showed gorgeous grey that would've seemed bleak to somebody else but not to the hungry jades of crave, not to those of seek. Nick glanced at his bloodied paw and then at Tristan's submissive position that was being laid out by his ears and exposed throat that gave even more space for the licks that had been everywhere there.

That got Nick to do something odd as his paw was moved close to the long muzzle of his friend who stopped at the last button with uncertainty, but as Tristan noticed his own red on the auburn paws, his tongue slowly licked the surface in an apologetic manner, which drove Nick insane in lust to give like he had received, while his predatory emeralds noticed a glistering trail close to the nose of his friend, a trail of his own linage he was filling into the knotter still in lesser of amounts.

Even with the idea of disgust roaming unchecked and hard, his friend licking his own blood from Nick's paw got the barriers crippled and he dived straight for a kiss that mingled in the tastes of both male predators by essence of entangle. Nick's teeth nudged the naïve flesh and nipped weak and hard to which he was receiving the same in an increasingly heated manner with the paws of the dark-redded tod going around Nick's neck and pulling him towards the other seat in disbalance.

Nick wanted to roll him around and skip what was the main objective but he still couldn't get himself to get to that stage even after everything that had went down, especially after the taste of his own seed which was no longer that repulsing, with the routes furry around the purple nose now being clean and disgruntled by the long tongue of Nick. Tristan's shirt was fully open and hanged on the sides, while his pants were down his knees with the only accessories being those humorous boxers and the gleaming collar that was just dancing into Nick's eyes with attraction and a pulling force unexplainable.

A pull away that ended the stringy kisses came to be with a whimper from the young dark-red tod who failed his grip with his tail brushing off from Nick's back as he made the distance. The narrow neck and shoulders, the attractive collar and longer muzzle, the glowing ambers and long white whiskers, his thin stomach and flat chest, it was making Nick's instincts flare to jump in for the taking of the fox before him, to make him his even if those same instincts were meant for something else entirely and no such behaviour of unnatural disorder. But there wasn't that much space in the car of constriction so they had to make due with what was at paw.

Only one thing was missing and it was hiding under the boxers of bulge where the craved was hiding shy. Nick's claws made a motion down which got Tristan to hesitantly gulp and put his thumbs on both sides after which he slowly slid the cloth away from him which pulled onto the bulge down with exposure of its edges to Nick's thirsty eyes. The entrapment was lost and the red member flopped back into the grey underbelly of his friend who squirmed from definite sensitivity and bareness achieved.

His mind wasn't sure if the feeling was of fascination or utter embarrassment of just leering at the pole of sticky red from such a close distance, devouring the imagery and drinking in the scent of urgency that got out a throb harder than the previous to prickle down his groin to which his focus was lost for a small segment of a moment gone. Was it so strange that he actually found the crimson alluring, even if it didn't belong to him…

One thing was for sure, there was an exact same replica of male flesh between his friend's legs but this one was bigger than his own, which got his teeth to crush into another in jealousy and amusement at the same time, while the confidence that he once had began with, it began slowly dying because he didn't know how to exactly proceed, thus his defences sprung up instantly and got him to say, "A bit gifted, no? First the muzzle, then the tail… now your dick?! Tck-tck…" he slapped his mouth suggestively against Tristan's blushing cheeks that didn't seem to be able to absorb the flattery easily, they soaked it in to the reality of speechlessness.

Nick leaned down even closer to scrutinize the throbbing length while enjoying his own one which's intensity now seemed to have lowered considerably. The tapered tip was very foamy with soakness going down to the base where the bulge of Tristan's unseen knot hid, yet the foreskin fur didn't have a different shade like Nick's.

"You should do that dye… darling," Nick jested from above the risqué meat of fox and some sharp exhales, which sounded like chuckles, came from above the stalking predator's head. Nick sniffed deeply a few times around the sizable maleness but didn't detect anything but fox musk and heady arousal for mating that bled into his head like an inferno. That meant that Tristan had cleaned himself before they had met at the docks, he had came prepared if this was to actually happen…

Cheeky tod…

But the taste, that hot and salty taste was nagging at his confidence, it was keeping his tongue to himself and stopping him from pleasuring his potential mate… Yea, that sounded alright actually. His paws that were on the edge of the seat moved in front and made a trail around Tristan's thigh and stomach that squeezed back in answer to the touch, while a weak aahh came about from the young tod who hadn't peeled a word for some time now, Nick wanted to hear his stuttering as it'd be of great boost to his wavering confidence nearly-broken.

Nick's long tongue came out, and collected saliva began stickily-slow falling on the thick mass of fox where it mixed with the juices of his… mate and lagged on the sides and down towards the sheath from hence it had come out firstly and opportunistically in the search for pampering and attention needed. Nick sighed internally from the turmoil of repulsion and let his tongue slowly to reach the foxhood that was warm and spongy but there wasn't that bad amount of saltiness or hotness, the flavour was a bit sweet… syrupy-sweet... Maybe he was still being phased by his faded orgasm or was it the scent that had rewired his brain to mistake tastes and ideals?

His whole tongue coated the length in intimacy but all he felt was even more of that sweetness again… What the hell was this sorcery, this wasn't disgusting like his own… was this really because Tristan favoured green food to anything else? The paw that was pushing the muscle of Tristan's underbelly moved towards the tampered flesh and pushed under it as to get to the base with tackiness getting onto the auburn fur that still carried some spots of blood. This was fucking crazy for Nick's mind as his mouth actually felt eager to let this mass of foxhood inside as deep as possible, to have it inside of him…

If he went back some years and had told himself that he'd be doing this with his friend, his best friend in a car at a ledge overlooking the Rainforest District, he'd probably throw a fit and die from laughter at such an insane assumption that he'd be down for such intimate rides of transgressive immorality, especially with the mammal who he had grown up. Yet, here he was, his tongue over the oozing exit of the throbbing warmth and his mouth waiting for confirmation of letting the mass enter further, for the length of his mate to get inside a place he'd usually reserve only for eating and drinking and pretty much nothing else entirely.

But now, now what was going to be eaten was foxhood and what was going to be drank were the nectars of that same said, which finally got his switch to pluck and his mouth to move down as he firmly kept the length up with his dampened paw below. It managed to fully disappear inside his muzzle where it was pushing against the entrance of his throat that gagged to which he coughed and pushed away, thus exposing the lost now full of strings of saliva that glistered under the fuzzy light above.

His exhale that escaped through his nostrils was heady of musk and primal eroticism that got his lips to curl with a moan that was in the form of another hot breath, which ended in him repeating the motion down the hardness hot. His mouth became full to the end but this time he didn't take it all as he tried to stray away from gagging, serving his food over Tristan's crotch didn't sound very intimate… But with this motion, his teeth scraped the sensitive surface without him registering the fault, while his friend panted above him without an audible reaction.

His tongue moved around the constricted space of juices and pulled up the sugary coating up towards the leakage where light shone again as he tried to create a rhythm of pleasure but this time he felt pressure on one of his meaty ears which was tugged up in a rather uncomfortable way that was rather painful to the sides where tissue held it in place, it was enough to get his eyes widened and mouth to go away from that piece of meaty pride with a sweet lick of lips that had the gleeful essence of his mate, while his head angled up to meet a mingled expression of pleasure and pain, which got his brows to furrow.

"Nearly popped?" Nick jested through a soggy grin but received nothing more but a serious shake of a head that got his ears to fall in regret.

"No… you're scraping me with your teeth… they're pretty sharp…" Tristan answered quietly to which Nick's ears fell even lower in shame as he had thought that he had been doing a pretty decent work while he had actually failed in the beginning by bringing pain instead of contentment to his partner. "You haven't…?" the question that came next that was understandable to which Nick sighed sadly and motioned the answer in a negative, while contemplating if he should ask for tips even if his ego was struggling to beat his head in and mouth down, to try and improvise and somehow save his skin from humiliation even if the situation he was founding himself was humiliating enough if they were to be caught with their rockets out.

The paw holding his ear moved through the fur on his back and around the other side of his neck where it cupped gently his throat and pulled up away from the throbbing male shaft to which Nick gulped and almost whimpered in protest but the long muzzle of his friend got him to halt and just listen and look. "You twist the tongue in the form of the… member… so it won't touch your lower chompers," Tristan showed as he said by manipulating his tongue close to Nick muzzle with these circular motion that got it bending rather proficiently.

"Then you tweak it around as you nudge in towards the roof of your mouth… or you'll gag," Nick smiled awkwardly as that exactly had happened, "and then you repeat with other tricks you can try… just don't use teeth, it's not just a piece of meat!" Nick chuckled mischievously at the fluster on Tristan's cheeks and figuratively gulped down the information that had the familiar taste that was stretching down his paws that still held the hot flagpole of fox. Nick nodded obediently and gave a lick on the rim of Tristan's lip as he dived into the steaming meal that was ready again to be worshipped properly.

He readied his spongy muscle and moved it across the pointy tip as he slowly took it in with precision that was tasked of keeping his sharp incisors away from his friend's meat that wasn't for raw consumption in the literal sense, but only for consumption of pamper, affection and care, which he administered easily as the tampered tip reached the roof of his mouth and slid almost fully as his muzzle nearly glided to where his paw was, a paw that he removed as he wanted to take it all in, which resulted in his muzzle probing the end where grey fur brushed into his nose that gave off a cute squeeze which rattled his jaw a bit. Yet he couldn't still take it all, it was longer than his own muzzle, and the only way to force it in was if he moved it towards his throat as he had done in the exordium of failures.

But instead of a grunt or a pull, he heard a moan that lacked pain, it was a moan of pleasure with the paw around his throat squeezing instinctively as his own had done so when he was being seduced into ending, yet his friend's paw lacked the painful sting that his clipped claws preserved from happening, maybe this was why he had removed them in the first of places? Yet Nick actually wanted to be clawed painfully… bitten even more, he wanted pressure on himself which he had to vocalize into instructions.

And that was going to be done as he withdrew his hungry maw half and murmured the words, "Baite meh laik ya wann'mount meh," through a sucking motion that got the paw around his throat to drag but nothing changed to which Nick repeated himself again but angrily and noisily which this time caught the attention of the dark-red tod who narrowed his eyebrows together through unfocused pants of exhilaration. Yet that visibly didn't stop his mouth from lightly curling into mischievousness, while Nick plunged down yet again in vain attempts of taking it all.

"I can't underst— you've got somethi— something in your… ahhhh…. mout—" but his jaw snapped shut as Nick applied pressure with his canines onto the enlarged flesh which got Tristan silently to yelp and mutter excuses adorable as he caressed Nick's muzzle as to calm him down. Nick wasn't going to be fucked around with when in such a vulnerable position, at least the leverage part was pretty appropriately placed in such a convenient spot where usually tearing would be put forth as a way of habit if the behaviour above was not up to standard or satisfactional conditioning.

More sweetness coated the walls of his mouth and tongue as he continued to do the same with the tips received to try other ways with his drool-soaked appendage flooding his exhilarated mind and body, to which he was just going to try and knead around the pointy edge, but he felt pain around the back of his neck as the paw holding pressure round his throat went away and reached for the top of his head. The feeling of large needles dug into his pelt, and he accidently let himself fall entirely on the thick mass that succeeded in entering his throat with a fit of gags that got his belly convulsing. Liquid began trickling down his throat and some of it even managed to get into the duct of his lungs as he breathed in through the small of gap that was nearly plugged by the erect foxhood, while something else was climbing up in the need to protect.

Nick quickly pushed himself off with help of his paws that stood for support on Tristan's thighs, while his breath feverishly sought air with hard coughs that carried essence of leakage, while more pain spread around his neck with growls creeping around the confines of the poor car that just had to be the place where the two tod's could exhibit their devotion and release of stress. This new sensation of pain and dominating growls got his passion to peek to which he reacted by shaking his head in disbelief and just tried to continue from hence he nearly suffocated… Death by giving head, that would've been humorous. Something else was tickling his libido of mind tho.

That's it… bite me damn hard!

The pressure was increasing around his jugular with his heartbeat doing the same in the need for survival that his instincts were calling for, with him putting himself in the most vulnerable of situations where another male had his teeth around his highways of life that carried the enriched hot blood up his mind. He felt fear that got his eyes to water and claws to dig hard where they could, that being the car mat and Tristan's thigh which flexed in solidity at the reaction of self-preservation. This new drive to flee and save his pelt took hold of his mind and tried to act upon his body, yet he defied it with all the will present within his head to which the only side-effect was his heartbeat rising through the roof of the poor vehicle molested.

Nick's vision became sharp but that lasted just for a small moment as the pressure of those teeth was acting like turned valves over his jugular veins to which haziness entered his repeating motions of pleasure while the growls around his neck mingled with moans of excitement. Yea, he was definitely losing his breath as his lungs burned in the intensity of need to which his head fell down hard with his nose stinging from the harshness of the plunge. He had lost a moment of memory.

But then the pressure around his neck stopped and his insides filled with energy that fuelled the continuation of his mission to please his friend, his potential mate. Tristan was surely holding his ground even after he had went through the time of blue balls and oozing during his turn of pleasuring. But he had used his other paw and had done something to the spot beneath Nick's drained orbs for which there was no knowledge of how it looked or felt like doing it, his black and sharp claws were definitely going to poke something that he wasn't supposed to, thus he kept at it while increasing his pace of inflaming titillation. He didn't want to accidently make a cut there, it'd be just a total disaster and a total guilt point of history.

Tristan's stomach squeezed inwards and Nick felt the bulge of Tristan's knot to touch his teeth and that was his queue to get off the ride so he could miss the part where he didn't like participating in, but the pain flushed his body yet again when his shoulder burned under the intensity of bone against bone that went through the unbuttoned shirt's rim while a paw pushed from above and Nick was now muzzle-on with the knot of his friend who moaned through his teeth in an unseen aggression that had been asked of in the first of places.

The pain was piercing his collarbone in a slightly bloody manner, his breath was being taken but most importantly he felt a spurt of hotness to try and fly down his throat in the spiciness of sweetness and oozes of low salt with stickiness to which Nick gagged hard and tried to pull out, yet the paw above was holding him down and the hold on his shoulder was like a crowbar nestled firm. Yet, his repugnance from the act of having kits unloaded in his mouth got him to push very hard up after two more loads that he spat onto the blazing crimson meat.

His mouth disengaged from the hold and moved away in the search for a knotter while something sticky could be felt on his foot where the gas was, yet his eyes scanned as foxily as they could and noticed the small box of what he needed, yet Tristan's member just shot liquid after liquid into the air which got Nick to try and cover it with something other than his mouth which was his poor paw. But then Nick felt stimulation at his tail which buzzed a newer blush all around his body and got him to itch yet again, tho he growled at that as the mess was starting to take shape, nevertheless. Tristan just held onto that long and bushless appendage while smirking into the hostage shoulder like a clueless idiot with red around his alabaster teeth.

The pressure round his bone and skin faded stingingly and with great difficulty he got a knotter out the tricky box which he quickly pulled apart and muzzled the beast of his friend that wasn't listening to reason with one failed attempt that left clues on the dashboard, where the bobbing head of a doll toy elephant in white robes had the milky color falling off its face, a doll toy that represented, Maya, the daughter of God in the religion of Herbione. It was said that she was killed by predators while on her journey of saving all mammals of Earth with the mission of bringing them closer to God, her father and creator. Nick found the sight rather satirical but his anger was stronger than the tickling of laughter in his exhausted roots of life within.

He rose to his full height and glared with semen around his lips at Tristan who had even a darker shade of red around his head while panic and bashfulness had just taken him whole. Nick's eyes caught traces of the sweet gumminess on the upper half of the windshield, between Tristan's legs and all over his paw from where long strings were trying to fall into the search of what their job was supposed to be. The bleachy smell was everywhere in the venting car which's windows weren't enough to remove the scents of passion.

"S-sorry… carried away… really liked it… and… told me to bite you… just los— argh…" Tristan moaned through stutters as he squeezed his legs together between the sight of the filling knotter, while Nick remembered about his own as well, well… rather about the one that had fallen from his withdrawn erection and on the floor where it had spilled, and he had stepped over it to which he groaned in great irritation and shot a sharp glare at Tristan who was riding the train of orgasm but couldn't help himself but wince from the hostility present that loomed like a dark cloud incoming.

That was when Nick moved his adhesive paw to clean it off in Tristan's chest fur but was surprised by the agile catch that grabbed his wrist very tight. Nick was going to fight off the grip but then saw something loin-melting, something that got him to think that this tod was going to be the death of him… Tristan's mouth closed onto the sticky paw and began lapping up his own materials which got Nick's eyelid to twitch and his stomach to flutter in newly arising arousal that was soon going to peek out of his furry sheath, despite the battle raged just some minutes ago.

The heat and smells in the car were just otherworldly, time was running out and they had created a big clusterfuck of a mess, which Tristan didn't seem to care much about as he was intently cleaning the auburn paw in gentle licks, a kinky side indulgence he seemed to be enjoying quite a lot. Nick wouldn't have been surprised if his friend had even finished in his own private place of oral. Still, they had to move and Nick pulled his boxers with his free paw in par with his trousers which had definitely taken up some sultriness that had overtaken up the whole sole of his innocent foot.

A groan of desperate fury steamed out his rancid mouth that had been to places he hadn't believed it'd be ever. He pulled up his pants as best he could with his single paw and reached for one of the pockets from where he had tissues stored for just in case, well… this case wasn't ever planned in all the possible ongoing scenarios that had been present in the pot of imagination… The licks stopped that got Nick to glance at his insane friend who was leering glossily at him through sultry eyes to which Nick gulped in reaction to the look of more requirements untimely.

"Enough. Period!" Nick snapped as he pulled out tissues which he began administering around the spot where his trousers had taken a staining blow.

"You've got… some…" Tristan whispered gently while still staring at Nick's shorter muzzle to which he zeroed his eyes at the spot of interest but didn't notice anything. "There… no… pftt… ahhh… let me, N…" Tristan moved in with his red rocket going over his thigh but Nick's recoil back was weak and short. A gentle paw cupped the underside of Nick's creamy muzzle and the lavishing tongue of different tastes went around the underside of the edge of his muzzle from where tracks of white and weak greyish hugged the fleshy tongue of love.

Tristan was done after a few more careful touches that left disturbed fur in its wake but at least it didn't carry the properties of intimacy. "Mind doing that to the windshield and seat?" Nick asked with mockery as he passed his friend some tissues which he took with a lazy scoff and began getting to work before he pulled up his trousers and hid the red pole that still pumped out his fertility hot.

"Best day… of my life…" Tristan happily drew heavily as he put on his belt over the bulge that was going to remain for a few more minutes on fun, while tucking in his fully unbuttoned shirt in, which now had wrinkles on places it shouldn't have had. But none of the tods cared as they tried to get themselves decent for the trip ahead.

"Lest we push the deal, yea…" Nick added with a smile of no contrition as he himself was feeling incredible and a bit sleepy after this crazy sexual ride of pleasure. But just as he was to reach for the small spot of his puddle of finish, footsteps began closing in to his window and got every cell of his fur to stand on end as he dropped the tissue and tried to hide the mini-pool on the floor.

Please be a hobo… please be a hobo… of for fox's fuc—

"Good afternoon, sirs… Officer Anitfer, Precinct Four. What're you two doing here?" asked a male hippo who had now fully come into view close to the nearly-full opened window of the car. His shiny badge on his chest showed the initials ZPD with a black uniform that most officers used around Zootopia. Nick adopted the sleaziest of smiles ever done as he tried to find ways of steering away the issue that could arise if the cop was an asshole who could detain them for indecent exposure in public or even suspected prostitution, even if only one of those wasn't the case. The probably bias muncher wouldn't know better with his dull nose and single-minded brain!

"Good day to you, Sir. Looking very sharp!" Nick tried to add to the grovelling but that rather sounded like a taunt than truth as the hippo housed a rather stony expression definitely derived from the intriguing day of patrolling around. Nick's greens glanced at Tristan who was giggling silently into one of his paws as he scrubbed the stain between his legs in the obscurity of his thigh. "Is there some kind of problem, Officer Anitfer," Nick asked with hints of shock and disbelief in his voice which was wobbling at the behaviour of his orgasmic friend who was acting out of character and rather… too odd for someone else who didn't know what had just happened in the car of opportunities.

"Received complaints of growlings and other strange sounds coming from this vehicle. What's going on in here?" he asked with a deep sniff that got him to slightly furrow his brows in confusion, while Nick rushed every brain cell to try and figure something out that wouldn't be humiliating and threatening to their day.

"Heated argument… Resolved it peacefully!"

"Riight… That blood on your shoulder from the peace?" the officer asked to which Nick's eyes widened and his paw reached for where Tristan had bitten him lastly, a touch he pulled back to view that showed him fresh blood. If his friend's teeth had been sharper… the idea flushed him yet again but he shook his head in recomposure.

"The seal… of the deal," Tristan chuckled out as his head moved towards the officer with an impish grin, to which Nick saw his crimson neck where he had left his mark of affection, after which he slowly moved his head towards the officer who was now not detached but frowning at what he had seen.

"That's what, peacemaking assaults?" The words hit hard as even if they were mocking, they rather held a lot of weight to the actual reality of what had happened, tho they were rather lovemaking nips…

"Hazardous… accidents?" Nick wheezed through his teeth and lowered ears as he couldn't see anything that could repair the situation but the truth that was greatly uncomfortable for him to acknowledge. The officer tho seemed to have had enough as he released the frustration of steam through his nose and straightened his back as he moved back from the vehicle, now towering over the car. Nick had to make the copper to see without saying it directly.

"Step out of the vehicle a—"

"Officer… p-please, come take another look…" Nick pleaded as he peeked out his head that exposed his foxy eyes upon which he forced a manifesting glow of cuteness at the officer who had already taken a step back, while a blank stare sang for some uncomfortable moments until he yielded and leaned back to his previous position but now he supported himself on the frame of the window and the car lightly gave down with the new weight disliked.

"What am I to look, fox? That one is drugged. The car smells off and both of you are half-naked. Give me a reason not to search this car," the officer hostilely stated through this murderous glare which had the patient impatience covering the layer of liquidness of his eyes, while Nick just tried and tried to find the right words in the right order that would conclude in the right action of decision to the enforcer of the law at whom they were now depending on.

"Yea, Nicky! Give him a reason, you tease!" Tristan giggled out as he pulled his knee and put his long muzzle over it, while he outright watched in amusement at both Nick and the officer who was rather unamused and shocked at the same time, while the annoyance actually began moving away from the hippo's thick brows of doubt. Nick knew that the decision was there to be made and the officer didn't really care to try anymore with his chances, this was turning into a very serious situation. If he thought Tristan was drugged, there was possibility of weapons and that could end with a face on the ground or a long sleep at worst.

"He isn't… drugged…" Nick tried with embarrassment that came with a blush that was obscured by his red fur. The hippo grunted with a jesting smirk as if taunting the fox to further try in futile attempts of manipulation, which was true for reasons that Nick deemed: necessary. Huh, there was no other way but the truth, was there? At least he knew the officer would feel more flustered than both of them combined and multiplied by five… or ten.

"Yea? What th—"

"Look at… his… ahm… trousers…" Nick interjected by slowly putting forth the words of humiliation, one after another with his neck going lower and lower in the need to protect himself from the confused stare and the burning flush around his whole frame of flesh and intimacy. The officer was outright petrified now, as if his body had turned into stone of timelessness. But then his lifelessness moved towards Tristan who put both his paws in the air in surrender and lowered his knee down which exposed the bulge hidden by his navy obscurers of decency. The officer's slowly-wavering gaze went at the dashboard where the small box of knotters was, then at the poor bobbing doll who had taken an unwilling bath, and then back at Nick at whom he sent a look of shaken resolve that gave more than any words could've mustered meaning to.

"Oh…" His brown eyes glanced again at the mischievous dark-red tod and came back at Nick for the umpteen. "You two…?" he asked as he pointed his hoofy finger to which Nick nodded in unweighed embarrassment, while the officer stood still in digestion for some moments, until he did so repeatingly with the same qualities that showed off through the collapse of his professional attitude. "Uhm… can I see your IDs?" It was like a sudden change of subject that came like a required change of direction, it sounded robotic and Nick's ears found no real meaning in those words but the logical one he had deducted, while the officer appeared… not actually there.

"Sure, Officer. Let me find it, kinda messy…" Nick voiced and reached for his pocket where his identification was but the officer surely must've seen his damp paw and absorbed his absently-minded words, while the cogs in that prey brain appeared to have at last found the missing link in the questions that didn't really have to be answered with words. The hippo coughed harshly and moved away from the window, to which the suspension extended into normality and the car bounced around freely.

"On the other hoof… Don't think it'll be necessary… you two be on your way… Wrap it up what you're arguing about… get out of here," the officer concluded with a last attempt of command and superiority that was infested with uncomfortableness, while Nick didn't know if he was to be ecstatic or guiltily flustered to the bone marrow. Well, he let go to what his body chose to do.

"Thank you a lot, Officer! I'll remember to send my gratitude to your department!" Nick voiced loudly out the window with his usual slick voice to which the officer turned around and nervously waved his paws dismissively in a manner that got Nick to snort down in recoil and to get into the car hastily.

"Grati-ti-titude," Tristan chomped the word in mockery through another fit of giggles to which Nick sighed with the effects of stressful relief and rubbed the top of his muzzle in the upcoming calm after the storm that had passed, for now. He couldn't believe their luck that the mammal in blue was a decent mammal and took the situation without any problem, more like embarrassment on having barged in the messiness of such activities. He could've made a big problem out of it but why? Only assholes did that and Nick was glad that the world wasn't full of them, despite his experience showing otherwise.

"Didn't you pump yourself dry, officaw blueberries?" Nick joked with a claw going under Tristan's belt and tugging onto the cloth demeaningly to which the effect was a grumpy huff and a protective tail hitting the forearm of the transgressor.

"Not after that… hazardous… nip," Tristan teased, as they both began rolling the windows up while intently staring at each other, straight-faced. The moment the car shut the fading smells of attraction and sex in, their mouths curled into grins and they both exploded in uncontrollable laughter of decibels piercing and delightful.

Laughter real and deep,

Not even close to the quality of cheap.

Derived from bottled passion,

That ended in this mind-boggling fashion.

A fashion wrongful and immoral,

Put intimately between pillars oral.

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