Summary:
Judy's dream starts out so well, but quickly takes a turn for the worse. Waking up, she finds her day may not be much better!
The turbid night sky clung to the ebon city like sodden canvas, drowning Judy's apartment in a stifling heat. The room was saturated with the musk of lustful lapin, redolent with earthy loam. She writhed on her sweat soaked sheets, moaning his name over and over, her blunted claws raking windrows across moonlit fur, her silk camisole twisted and tight across her erect nipples.
His eyes, filled with a flashing emerald fire, watched her languid dance with an insatiable hunger, his twitching ears consuming her every twitch and moan. With a fey electric grin twining along his lips, he bent his muzzle back to lap vigorously from her abundant wellspring. His rapier like tongue darted left and right, probing her defenses, seeking an opening through which he could finish his assault upon her reserves, and thus avail himself of the sweet nectar of triumphant victory that she so jealously guarded.
"ENOUGH!" She screamed!
Planting both feet upon his laughing muzzle, she pushed him away as she lay there panting. Gasping for breath she bit out, "Enough..." to which he only replied with a snicker. She meet his laughing countenance with a gimlet eye, and with a feral set to her jaw, she struggle to her knees. Placing a paw upon his chest, she firmly pushed him back. With her other paw, she reached down to the fly of his khaki shorts. "My turn..." She grinned silkily up at him, her eyes alight with greed and need.
He chuckled down at her, "I don't know, rabbit. I really don't think you can handle it."
Her paw slowly drawing down the zipper slider, she baited him playfully, "Oh, I assure you that I can accommodate your handle, Mr Fox, just you watch!" Kneeling between his opened thighs, she slide her other paw into his hidden nethers, seeking a sign that his arousal matched hers and found it, straining to be free of it's cotton prison. As she slipped her paw around behind it and slid down the length he tilted his head back with a sigh.
"Oh… Gawd, Carrots..." He moaned.
Amused, a little grin out upon her muzzle, and with a gently tug on the binding elastic that separated her from her prize, she coaxed his male member out to join her in the moonlight. Running both paws down his thick root, she marveled at the dark carmine color. Unbidden, a silly thought flashed through her mind and she snickered, I'm beeting his meat!
But that juxtaposition of mental imagery coupled with his heady aroma was enough to make her mouth water. She had to taste it. She had to consume it. It belonged to her. It had always been hers. Ducking her head, she nuzzled along the rigid length with her twitching nose, drinking in his scent even as she felt the light pulsing of his heart through his taunt skin. Running her nose in a circle around the tip, she finally opened her lips for a taste of what was to come.
"That's it..." He crooned, sliding his paws down around the back of her head, his thumbs riding up to claim the base of her ears, his fingers reaching around behind her skull, locking her head in place.
He had her right where she wanted to be, and now she would show him just how much she could handle, she vowed. Opening up her mouth, she slipped in just the tip, wetting it with her darting tongue, moistening it for it's eventual journey down her throat. His paws, at first resting comfortably on the back of her skull, now applied slow but insistent pressure, drawing her inexorably towards his belly. She widened her lips, stretching her jaws further apart, as she struggled to accommodate his ever increasing girth.
"Just relax. That's it, relax. No need to struggle." He spoke gently even as his paws locked on to her skull, his strong arms forcing her head further down. "To bad you can't unhinge your jaws, like a snake can."
She could barely breath as he finally slid to a stop deep inside her skull, her mouth filled and her throat almost completely blocked. She tried to relax even as her cheeks screamed in agony at being stretched so much, the pain masking her choking reflex at the tickle that danced across the back of her throat.
She batted at his legs, trying to draw in a breath, but it was so hard to fill her lungs and the tickling was making her gag and cough. It kept coming and going, never staying in one place, flicking from one side of her throat to another.
Flicking.
With a horrible realization and with quickly mounting terror, Judy ripped her head free from the grip of his terrible paws, the cold length of flesh that had filled her jaws sliding out with a pop and a gasp. Terrified and hyperventilating, she scrambled back in the bed, looking back at the horror that had erupted from his pants.
It looked back at her with cold steely eyes just as a forked tongue darted out to taste the air between them.
"Aw, what's wrong, rabbit? Don't like my fat trouser snake?" the fox chortled as the long head of an green anaconda slid out from his fly, it's muscular body sliding out to coil between his knees. "Not that it matters. He likes you just fine!" The canine licked his lips, "We think you're tasty just the way you are!"
She drew in a shuddering breath, preparing to scream, but before a sound could pass her lips, the snake struck, locking it's jaws around her throat, cutting off her cry. The snake drew up the rest of it's body, wrapping her in muscular coils. She struggled, fighting to push the serpentine loops away, even as her sight grew dim while her brain starved itself of life-giving oxygen.
"Relax… Relax… It' all be over soon, Carrots." He promised her.
Judy's eyes cast wildly about, looking for something to help her win out, to stave off the literal jaws of death. She spied her service revolver, hanging in it's shoulder holster from the chair beside her bed. She reached out with a free arm, striving to reach it, but it was too far, and with each desperate movement she made the snake tightened further.
She was running out of time.
Her legs were still free, so she kicked wildly, trying to gain traction on the bed covers, trying to roll her trapped and encumbered body closer to her piece. She reached and kicked, her sight narrowing to a tunnel, locked on the gun just as the snake was locked on to throat. So close, almost there…
She fell.
WHAM!
Judy awoke with a start as her body hit the bare wooden floorboards beside her bed. Her head ringing from the impact, she lay there dazed for a moment before she could take stock of her situation. After a few moments of rest, she looked up and shook her head to clear it of the mental cobwebs of sleep. Looking down, she found that she wasn't wrapped up in her ravenous sleep snake, but in the tight coils of her expensive silk sheets.
Pulling her arms free from the wound and bound cloth, she rubbed her eyes with the base of her paw-palms. Blinking away the crusties in her eyes, she looked blearily back up at her alarm clock. 3 AM, it read. She struggled out of the wrapped sheets, and lay against the side of the bed with a sigh, thinking about the dream. Like so much of her life, it had started out with such promise, but had quickly devolved into a nightmare. As she sat there, clutching her shaking knees to her chest, Judy Hopps began to silently weep.
Three hours later, Judy walk along the dark early morning sidewalks. puffing on a cheap cigarette. Unable to go back to sleep after her erotic dream had taken a turn of the macabre, she had been forced to wait until the corner store on her block had opened up so that she could go buy cigarettes, only to find out they were out of her regular brand. She bought some off-brand menthols, thinking their bitter taste would wake her up, but the horrid taste just reminded her of the dream.
Trundling along the cold concrete in her gray ZPD pant suit, trench coat and fedora, she pondered the lessons of the night. Why had she cried? Relief that the nightmare had been over? Frustration that her need had gone unfulfilled? The bitter loneliness of an empty bed?
Thirty eight and never mated, Judy was in truth a very lonely and bitter bunny, with what relationships she did have being brief sparks of joy quickly snuffed out by the realities of her dreary existence. Rabbits weren't meant to be alone. She should have been married and had kits by now. But no, she had chosen a career that gave no quarter and tolerated no other lovers, the only solace being left to her by it were the acrid tastes of her abiding addictions: cigarettes and murder.
God… what a depressing line of thought… I must really be exhausted… What the hell am I doing here? She wondered for the thousandth time, a question she asked herself every morning.
Finally arriving at the entrance to the ZPD just as the dawn broke over the city with glad and glorious cry, she squinted against the glare and scowled. Dammit, it was going to be a fine day, and she was in too foul of a mood to enjoy it, she knew. She snubbed out the awful cigarette, and walked into the bustling heart of ZPD Precinct One to face yet another day. Trudging up the stairs to the detectives' bullpen, she grunted out greetings to fellow officers as they passed her, not really recognizing their presence other than just another passing body. She turned a corner to the coffee station, and punched up an order for a 4 oz coffee, black to match her mood.
Sipping on the vile public service brew, her ears beginning to perk if not from the caffeine then from the pain of her scalded tongue, she worked her way through the throng of other detectives, only to stop mere yards from her desk. She stared at her desk in confusion, her addled brain struggling to cope with the juxtaposition of objects before her. Nothing was missing, thank God, her coworkers knowing better than to fuck with her stuff. No, nothing was missing or out of place.
No, what was wrong was what had been added. A chair had been moved over from it's place along the wall and nestled up against the side of her desk. Perched on that chair, clad in his khaki shorts and service shirt, a wide brimmed hate upon his brow, humming a nameless tune, was the last mammal Judy wanted to deal with this morning.
He was far to fucking chipper this morning, and his cheerful presence grated at every exposed nerve that Judy had left in her after her terrible night. She was momentarily torn with indecision, her mind still slow as the caffeine hadn't kicked in yet. She contemplated going somewhere quiet, like the morgue, where she could scream out her frustrations in peace. Because if she was going to have to deal with God's Gift to Mammal-Kind Ranger Nick Wilde this early in the morning, she was definitely murder some mammal herself!
Luckily, her dilemma was solved by the timely arrival of a brass bovine bellow.
"HOPPS!"