I wrote this as pratice while I'm taking a pause from a "A Clawed Friendship". And I Don't plan on giving up on that story, I've just ran into a writers.

Bonnie Hopps was glad Christmas was nearing. It was the only time their fearless daughter, Judy, could visit them. Her first Christmas as an officer, she'd told her daughter, bragged about it, over and over until Judy rolled her eyes.

They'd both laughed together and embraced each other. She was so pride of Judy, and grateful that she had time off of work to spend time with them.

But her daughter hadn't came alone. The visitor she had brought along with her was not only her partner at work, but her mate. A fox, named Nick Wilde.

A fox.

Bonnie had to take her husband in a back room to keep him from raging at their daughter and her new mate. He'd been furious, about the fact that she never bothered to tell them of their marriage, which had been done in private, in a office, Judy had told them, to avoid any persecution (Zootopia did not support interspecies relationships at all, despite the slogan being "Anybody Can Be Anything").

Bonnie shut him up, telling him that this was their daughter's choice and they should support her as parents should. That had calmed him a little. Only a little.

"A fox, seriously," Stu had muttered when he stormed off to tend to the farm, despite it being the dead of winter.

Bonnie had only shook her head. A fox being added to their family. Honestly, she wasn't sure about it herself. It was different. Sure, they had learned to trust foxes more via hiring Gideon Gray. But this was a fox being added to their family tree, a fox that was mated to her daughter.

Maybe it would be best not to dwell on it too much, she thought to herself. She would have to deal with her husband later.

"Oh brother," she mused to herself. She needed to talk to them both, about how they were introduced to their family. And that was not even adding the fact that a fox had never been present at a Hopp's Christmas party, ever. Maybe this year would be a first. She could already name some of her relatives that would hate that entirely.

She spotted the door number to Judy's room: 320.

She raised her fist to knock on the door—

But her nose twitched, and she went completely still.

Her nose twitched again.

It was the heavy scent of a fox's musk that hit her first, then the sweet smell of female bunny arousal.

A grunt sounded from the room, followed by a muffled moan.

Bonnie didn't stop herself from slowly twisting the door-knob and cracking the door open, just slightly.

She peaked in, her eyes wandering the room, searching.

She clasped a paw over her mouth.

The fox's head was the only thing visible from the blanket sprawled over his body. And something beneath that blanket was squirming. Judy.

The fox let out a deep growl that sent a shiver of instinctual fear up her spine as he bared his teeth and closed his eyes. There was the outline of another figure beneath the blanket, thrusting up and down on the fox, moaning. It was Judy.

They were having—sex.

She didn't even think it was possible but—

The fox sat up, placing his paws on Judy's rump, clenching it in his grip. Bonnie heard a whimper from beneath the blanket. And despite her motherly instincts roaring at her to respond to that whimper, to break into the room, scolding, something wise told her to stay put.

The fox grounded Judy against him, over and over. Each one of his flesh-shredding teeth visible as he grunted.

"Nick… Nick…" Bonnie began to realize why Judy was hidden beneath the blanket. "Nick, I'm gonna cum." She began to see the outline of Judy's head beneath the blanket, rested on the fox's chest. "I'm gonna—

"Oh god," Bonnie said as she finally took everything in.

The fox's ears perked up, his whole body going stiff from beneath that blanket. His pins-green eyes went right to the door.

She must've spoke too loud.

His pupils dilated to grains of sand. "M-miss Hopps." There was a loud gasp from beneath the blanket.

Judy's head popped up from beneath the blanket. "Don't tell dad, please."

Bonnie looked between both of them. "Did he knot you?" The question came out too fast for her to stop.

Judy's eyes widened, her ears a deep red and embarrassment shown there, in her violet eyes.

"It's how we claim are mates, " the fox muttered out.

Both mother and daughter's mouths hung wide open as their gazes went to him.

Judy gave him a look that said you just made it worse, dummy.

He glanced at her, his ears flat and a deep, bashful frown shown on his lips. Better to tell her now then later.

Her daughter glared daggers at him.

Bonnie opened the door a bit wider, stepping into the room.

She said. "Well, I-I don't mind what you are doing, but at least wear some protection, in case he can get you—

"Mom!"

"I'm just making sure, honey, I don't want you leaving your job because you're pregnant with his cubs—or kits."

The fox's head lowered, his eyes going to the far side of the wall.

Judy facepalmed, her eyes closed. "Mom, please, " she muttered.

"And doesn't it hurt when he… knots you? I'm just asking. You shouldn't feel inclined to have sex with him just because he's your mate. We should take you to the hospital just to make sure he's not damaging you—"

"Mom! Get out!"

"Oh, sorry. I'm talking too much. Sorry, Nick, I just never thought the mating between a fox and a bunny was possible—"

"Mom!" Judy exclaimed. She pointed a finger at the door. "Out! Please!"

"Oh, sorry, sweetie. This is kinda awkward is it."

She took two back-steps out the door, closing it as she said, "bye sweetie."

The door clicked shut.

Bonnie steps were hurried as she exited the hall.

Both her and Stu had told Judy to stay away from foxes since she was a kit. And Judy was the child who did the opposite of everything they said. Now she was mating with foxes, somehow.

"Oh, brother." Bonnie groaned. This was going to be a very interesting Christmas.

Judy was still glaring at the door as one of her ears turned in the direction of Nick's voice. "So, does it hurt when I knot you?"

Judy glared at him once more. She pulled the blanket back, revealing both their naked bodies. He had knotted her. He'd knotted deep and true, leaving his scent on her.

She said, "you dumb fox, I told you it wouldn't be a good idea to do this here."

Nick gave her his special trades mark grin, saying, "well, it's not my fault that you're easily seduced by this dumb, sexy fox."

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it. An evil grin grew on her lips.

She reached back and grabbed one of Nick's testicles. Her paw could barley fit around it. God, he was huge. She still managed to squeeze it, hard.

Nick's whole body lurched as he let out canine whimpers. "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry." Judy squeezed harder. "Okay! And I won't do it agin! Please!"

"Good." She let go. And Nick exhaled, relaxing.

He laid his head back. "You're a vicious little bunny," he breathed. "You literally grab me by the balls."

Judy smirked. "Poor, poor little fox, getting bullied by a bunny."

Nick sat up, his pine-green eyes looking directly into hers, all his teasing and smirking gone. He said," seriously, though, I told you how I feel whenever I see those bucks trying to flirt with you. I wanted to mark you with my scent to let them know who you belong to, and to stay away."

She gazed at him for a short moment, studying him. "You know I love you more than anything right."

He hardened inside her at that. Judy quivered, letting out a soft sound. She nearly came at the feel of him filling her, reaching deep into her.

"Why would I fall in love with some buck when you're…" she gasped, clenching her jaw as he flexed himself inside her. Purposely. "When you're so big." She paused. "Why would I fall in love with a buck when you're so caring, and faithful, and loving, and honest—she extended a paw and placed it on his cheek—and handsome."

Nick smiled, a true, genuine smile so few ever saw. "I love you, Judy."

She lay her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. "I love you, too, Nick." She nuzzled herself into the scruffy fur on his chest, moaning.

"But does it hurt when I knot you? I'm just wondering."

She punched him in the chest playfully. "You just love to ruin the mood, don't you?"

He gave her that sly grin. "Yes, one hundred percent."

"Sly fox."

"Dumb Bunny."

They chuckled together.

Judy then sat up, placing both her paws on Nick's muscled abdomen as she tried to slip off of him. She tried and failed, letting out a squeak of pain as his knot strained against his entrance.

She gave him a annoyed look. "Next time let's try something a little more creative than you just knotting me."

He smirked, "since we're going to be stuck her for a while," Nick rolled over, pinning his beautiful, irresistible mate to the bed. "We can have a make-out session." He gave her a peck on the forehead. "You still need some work on your French-kissing, Carrots."

Judy smiled. "Practice makes perfect, right?"

His smile widened, taking in her sweet scent. He whispered, "yes it does," before he dove in.

Her mom and dad—they would have to deal with them later.