Stepping into his lonely apartment, Nick grimaced as he picked up the pile of mail, tossing it to the side as he walked from room to room. Passing his kitchen he stopped, then stepped back, looking at a box sitting alone on the table. Pulling his small pistol from the flower vase, he creeped closer, clearing his way to the table and looking at the odd package. "Guess the guys at the house left me a little gift for Judy. That was nice of them." He eased as he lifted the box, shaking it slightly to see what was inside.
"Think again, pred." A voice called out from the living room. Nick heard the radio switch on, "Gazelle's Can You Feel the Fur Tonight" playing.
Turning on the light, Nick's eyes and jaw dropped. The box fell from his beneath his arms. "It can't be...there's no way." Laughing, then cutting short with a hiccup, sat Bellwether. Taking off her neck-brace, she fixed her glasses and then sipped from a glass of wine. "The pride of the ZPD. Can't even keep a dead body in back of a van. Too concerned with your own to even make sure a dead body is actually a dead body. Then again, I am quite the actress aren't I?"
"You bitch! I'll make sure of it this time!" Aiming his gun, Nick pulled the trigger and heard the empty click. Staring at the gun, then back at Bellwether, he snarled and rushed towards her.
"Ah, ah, ah. Now you don't want to do that. I'll tell you what. Let's make another little deal. Just you and me." Bellwether pulled Judy's gun from between the couch cushions, stopping Nick in his tracks with a silenced shot between his feet. "It's real simple, you just open the box. That's all you have to do for now."
"You are going to blow us up now. Is that what this is? You want to kill me and hurt Judy more? Is that it?" Nick stepped back, picking up the box and pulling back to throw it. Stopping himself, he held the box still, remembering what little bomb situation training he had. "Alright Bellwether, you are going to tell me how to disarm this thing. Right now!"
Sitting up, Bellwether downed the remainder of the wine."Stupid pred, if it were a bomb, why would I be here for it?" She sat the glass aside and leaned forward. "Open it. I think you'll like the gift." She smiled as she rested her elbows on her knees.
Nick locked eyes with Bellwether as he slowly torn open the wrapping, bracing for the inevitable explosion, only to find a small plain box. "So I open this and I die. That how this goes?" He listened for ticking, then tried to feel the box gently for a trigger.
"Open, open." Bellwether stamped her feet, tapping the gun against her glasses. "If I wanted you dead, I would've shot you already. With you partner's gun. Set it up right, and this whole ZPD cover-up puts her away and a choice few as well."
Lifting the lid, Nick covered his face, awaiting the blast, then stared inside. His face went pale as he removed a tiny stick from within. Unable to speak, he looked back to Bellwether as she leaned back spreading her legs and revealing her bare sex, in marker surrounding it, 'Congratulations, Daddy.'
"My, oh my, won't Judy be proud of you now. How about I call the hospital and let her know the good news. Or maybe you'll go tell her. Wonder how she'll take it, being in that condition." Reaching for Nick's home phone, she paused. "Of course, we can reach a little agreement. I don't say anything, and you come over here and give your Bellwether some pred."
"You're sick!" Throwing the box to the floor, Nick stepped closer to snatch the phone away, feeling the gun press against his chest. He glanced down at Bellwether who backed away from the phone, and spread her legs again, baring her teeth with a devious grin.
"So, what's it going to be? You be my pred toy for a little while, I go away and she doesn't have to know a thing. Maybe you won't even have to raise our little bundle of joy." Her smile curled further as Nick sighed. She kept the gun trained on him, watching with growing excitement as the fox undid his shirt, and knelt between her legs lapping at her pussy. "Come on, Daddy. Come say hello to your little freak on the way, up close and personal. Show them how much you love their mommy."
Nick lurched, gagging loudly and piercing Bellwether's condescending glare with his own hate filled one. "Don't you ever say that again." He showed his teeth, the thought of taking a bite and ripping her to shreds crossing his mind. As the silenced gun's barrel pointed at his forehead, he looked past it to Bellwether who only gestured back towards her sex. Growling, Nick lowered his tongue back to the sheep's pussy, slipping over the outer folds before edging inside the waiting hole.
Bellwether leaned back to enjoy the oral service Nick bestowed on her, rubbing the gun against the crest of his skull. "That's it, scratch that itch. Right...right there..." She shuddered with an orgasm as Nick penetrated deeper inside her with his tongue, squirting over the fox's face as he lapped obediently at her. "Mmm, a little lower Officer Wilde." She smiled as Nick angrily looked up at her and she spread her ass to give him access. Pushing his head down with the gun, she gasped as Nick's tongue buffed against her hidden exit, then pressed inside. "Oh my, do all foxes have magic tongue, or did that worthless bunny pick you out special?" Bellwether curled her toes as the feeling of Nick's tongue tickled her stomach from below. She jolted as his tongue pistoned within her, bringing her to another wet orgasm, wetting the fur between Nick's ears with her sexual explosion. Still panting from cumming over the fox's oral skills, she looked down at him, a small smirk crossing her face as he shot his menacing gaze at her, his tongue still working on her inner walls. "Aw, now don't look so mean. Let me give you a little gift." She tensed, then locked a leg behind Nick's neck, forcing his face against her as she let loose a slight sulfuric burst from within, surrounding his tongue with it's stinging flavor as it pushed into his throat, announcing itself as a rattling tone escaping from the tight star.
Nick pulled away, wretching as he tried to get the taste of Bellwether out of his mouth. Heaving with tears in his eyes, he scrapped at his tongue. "What the hell is wrong with you, you disgusting bitch?" He reached for the wine bottle, but was too slow as Bellwether snatched it away. She took a long deliberate swig from it before offering the wet opening to Nick. Snatching it away, he rubbed the lip clean of Bellwether's saliva, then guzzled it to mask the lingering wallop of her fart from his mouth. As he finished the bottle, he held it, pondering if he could swing it hard enough to break the sheep's skull. His gaze rose to her, as she spread her legs, then pointed at her glistening sex. Nick looked at his still hard dick, wishing he had gone soft. He raised the bottle above his head, then took a step before it rained down from his hand, shattered by a single silenced gunshot. Holding his bleeding hand, and wincing at the glass embedded in his grip, he slowly opened his eyes to Bellwether aiming the gun at his head, then lowering her aim to his other head. "Yeah, I get it." He stepped closer, looking up and hoping for a miracle, a visitor, anything. As he positioned the tip of his member at Bellwether's entrance, he begged her with his eyes to end it. When she only narrowed her eyes, then licked her lips, he looked away, looking hopelessly at the tall photo of Judy in her police uniform hanging on the wall.
Pulling him closer, and feeling Nick slip inside her, she laughed to herself, locking her legs around his waist and staring into the broken fox's eyes. "My name is Dawn, you better remember it, because I want to hear you say it. Over and over." Picking up Judy and Nick's wedding picture and holding it across her breasts, she leaned her head back and rode another wave of orgasm, fueled by Nick's angry hate sex pounding deep into her pussy, his knot flowing into her with only an ounce of pleasurable pain.