Chapter 5: Morning glory.

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The sunlight slowly filtered in and the fox, his eyes flickering open, felt at perfect rest. Warmth enveloped him as the soft feeling of sleep slowly ebbed away, the awareness of the new day coming up onto him.

It was glorious…

Even the odd stiffness around him, holding him in place, seemed good. It was a far off sensation for sure, dimly lying at the fading edges of his consciousness, yet it made him feel secure.

Loved.

Like there was no better place to be in this world.

Something did feel off though, and unable to remember what, he panicked a little bit.

There was definitely something wrong.

Down below.

Something tight and hot and damp, constricting him tight. Cloying. Uncomfortable. Itchy too. Incredibly itchy, desperate for the cleaning that he couldn't give it.

He stirred some more, the tightness of the restraints slowly beginning to fight back, and his eyes widened slightly as he remembered just how he'd got into this position. Just why his limbs felt restrained. Just why he had that tightness down below…

"Carrots," Nick whispered, his nose going up under her ear. "Lemme go…"

The tight figure that had wrapped itself into his limps moved around, her nose gently booping his. "Only if you pay the tax, my dumb fox."

"Well, I am very dumb, aren't I?" he replied seductively, as he slipped down. "I'm married to the bunny who can make sure I never evade a tax ever again…"

"Don't I know it," she said with a smile, before flinching a bit as she felt a wave of pleasure from below. Nick, his long and bristled tongue fully extended, was preening her clit, methodically rubbing up and around it. The attention poured on, made better as a heavy paw lay across her chest, the fingers pushing up and slipping through the soft fluff of her dewlap.

It pushed down, restraining her, as the other paw pushed up into her butt and began circling.

The two paws created a powerful backing track, but Nick's tongue was the lead guitarist and singer all in one, and he played a damn fine solo. Judy's bit her lip, before panting and moaning.

"Oh yeah….. Ooooh yeeaaaahhhhh Aaaaaah aaaaaaaaaahhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

She buckled and squirmed, but her foxes grip only got tighter. More restraining. She felt his claws push into her and pin her down as his quick lapping slowed.

Instead he planted the middle of his tongue onto her and slowly drew it up. Continuous. Constant. A warm sea of sensation on her most sensitive part, so blissful that it had the bunny's teeth gritted and the only sound coming of her being a sharp whine. "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

It flicked up, dripping with her juices, before lowering again.

"oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

And again….

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….."

She panted deeply, the itch burning in her, and her whole body on edge.

But Nick could read her.

He knew when to hold back.

A circling motion deep within her came from his fingers, and then there was a soft prick on the end of her clit. A thumb claw. Pressing down.

"Aaaah!"

Harder.

"A-Aaaah!"

It pulled out, and she felt it run along the inner edge of her lower lips, pulling and flicking out over and over as it worked its way down one side.

She needed to be released.

She so needed it.

Her body was wound up, and that only increased as her sly fox moved up and opened his mouth. The kissed, tongues lapping at each other and her getting the taste of herself in her mouth. His claw was running up the other side now, flicking down, and she shuddered as a wave of deep breaths came over her.

Near, but not quite there.

He looked over her and winked, before she squirmed in agony and ecstasy as she felt her pearl get pinched between two claws.

That almost did it.

But then he pushed down harder with one paw and massaged and groped her inside fully with the other, and his mouth came down and assaulted her.

It was a kiss and a preen and a suck and a lick and so many other things all in one.

She could feel his tongue and fluids and even teeth, and the pleasure crashed upon her and forced her down.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYY! NICK! NIIIIICCCCCCCKKKKKKK!" She pleaded as his pleasuring pushed her away from the orgasm, before she surged back with renewed vigour towards it. Drawn on. Pulled on. Filling the void and crashing forwards with no way to stop her.

She tensed up, jaws clenched and eyes welded shut, as she shivered and shook and wound up, before it all came crashing down in the toe tingling aftermath of her ecstasy.

"Aaaaahhhhhh yes!"

She panted deeply, the exhaustion of the post pleasure draining her muscles, and looked up to see Nick moving up to her. That smirk on his face, his eyebrows waggling, and his closed lips smiling.

She opened her mouth to greet him, and felt the warmth of her own juices flow into her mouth.

She'd spat them out and gagged the first time he pulled this, before slapping him and calling him a jerk. Now though, it was just another part of the routine. One that he perfected ever more whenever they did it.

She swallowed it down eagerly before closing her eyes, happy to drift off again.

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Then came the whimpering.

She rolled her eyes and looked to her needy fox. He slept in a pair of boxers, and she could see the mass beneath them.

Wondering what to do this time, she chose to do her secret favourite. She didn't know why, but moving it through the fabric made her feel great, and Nick enjoyed it very much too. She moved up to him, and rubbed against his groin. Pushing on as he gripped her back. Her paws came out and, through the boxers, grabbed on tight. She pushed them in a twisting fashion, rolling his member back and forth and feeling it grow harder, the sight of the fabric turning darker as it absorbed his precum making her perk up again too. She then moved up with one paw to twist around the sensitive tip, and she saw him tense up.

A paw from above came and grabbed and ear, and she felt him snuggle his muzzle into it.

She felt his knot coming on and, squatting down with her knees up, she tight her legs around it.

That did the trick…

She saw Nick convulse and gasp, the straining becoming solid as his boxers were filled with cum. He shook up and down before pausing, looking around slightly.

"Thanks," he replied, a nice smile on his face.

Judy knew a hollow smile when she saw one, but sadly knew the issue. She knew she couldn't take his knot, or give him the true reassuring post-coital embrace that canines desired, but she could try. She leant forwards, one paw going through each leg hole, and with them plus her legs she embraced the hard red rocket tightly.

Together they lay back on the bed, Nick purring a little thanks to the extra comfort, a contented look on his muzzle. Judy meanwhile wrapped herself around tighter, wiping her sex on his leg. It cleared the rapidly cooling and very damp juices still left there, and helped fill something. She'd felt it more when she'd tried a dildo after sex one time, filling her up like a bitch or vixen would be.

She could certainly see the attraction, but still sighed. While she could pivot around his tip, she would never be able to take her mate fully, and give him what his body craved.

It didn't matter though.

They still loved each other greatly.

Speaking of love, there was another mammal who was new in the family, and deserving of lots of (tough) love too.

"How's the baby?" she whispered.

"Little toot toot?"

"Yeah…"

"Probably didn't have one of his better nights."

"Yeah," Judy noted.

"He really made things hard for himself, didn't he?"

"Do you think you were too hard on him?" Judy asked.

Nick paused, thinking. "I feel sad, and very guilty. But he totally asked for all that. Hopefully, he'll learn to behave now. I don't want him making things harder for himself. Or having to hit him again."

"You don't like doing that?"

"No…" he sighed. "If we have kids for real, I don't want to ever have to hit him. But if Finn asks for it, I'll tan him two hundred times every day if there's a chance he'll learn his lesson."

"What about those punishments that are sent out?" she asked.

Nick smiled. "I've negotiated something with the organisation. I've got multiple punishments I can swap out for their less creative ones, and today's one will clear him for a week."

Judy nodded. "Remember when my lunch is?"

"I do."

The bunny, grabbing her pillow and rubbing it between her legs to dry herself, sat down on it at snuggled back and forth. "Well then," she replied, patting her fox on his head. "I hope you have a great day with our little boy."

"I will," he replied.

"Keep yourself safe," she lectured, leaning back and patting the cast on the top half his tail.

"I willlll…" he whined.

"And I love you, paintbrush," she said, stepping off and grabbing her uniform.

"You too carrots," he replied, blowing a kiss.

She caught it and winked, before leaving the room to shower, have breakfast, check on the baby, get dressed and go off to work.

Nick had a nice-lie in until half seven, and so he snuggled up tight between the pillows, feeling them cosy up around him, and lay his nose on the pillow that his mate had used to dry herself with. It was the most blissful smell to fall back to sleep with in the whole wide world.

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Finishing off her salad, Judy placed her dish in the washer before turning to the baby items. She'd set the nursing kettle on, and quickly emptied a ration of formula into a bottle and placed the liquid in. Screwing the cap on, she shook it as she moved towards the nursery. It was coming up to half past six, and she needed to be out by quarter to. Still, time to check on the newest member of their family.

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Finnick groaned and whimpered.

His mouth felt funny.

He was awake, given that he'd had plenty of time to sleep.

Half six.

Half six had been the time when they'd locked him in here in literally nothing but a new diaper, and it was twelve hours since then.

Twelve hours in which to sleep.

And he'd be amazed if he'd of managed a quarter of that…

He'd been whimpering and crying from his spanking, and coughing up the taste of soap and caster oil, when they'd put him back into the crib. Both his hand-paws had been locked into the stocks, while his legs loosely restrained. He couldn't move onto his side, or front, or curl up.

It was uncomfortable.

Really uncomfortable.

His van had a funky watermatress! And pillows! And blankets too… All he had here was a hard and crinkly mattress, with nothing to lay his head on and arms stuck above him.

He remembered staying up until after midnight, his circadian rhythm not used to any kind of early rest. The fact that he flooded his diaper three times didn't help, holding on but giving in like before. Laying down, the wee was sucked up by the front at first, but on the second go he'd felt it trickle down, the soaking front sticking to his body. The third piss ended up flowing down between his legs, tickling his skin before pooling up and sticking to his raw bum. By the end of the third flood the areas of the diaper above his crotch and below his cheeks were a sticky wet mass that clung uncomfortably on, alongside his drenched (and still, in many many places, poop encrusted) fur. He thought it couldn't get any worse, but then it did.

His butt cheeks, finally no longer stinging from Nick's bruising, began stinging again. He'd realised bitterly that he was getting diaper rash, and it sucked.

It carried on sucking through two more wettings, both of which found new areas to make damp, sticky and clammy, and redefined his definition of those words in the already affect areas. As he lay there, the increasingly chilly sticky dampness not feeling any better, it carried on sucking long after the events. He remembered tossing and turning, groaning and gritting his teeth, as it went on.

He might have got some sleep, but then the sun came up and whatever draw he had towards sleep went.

He still felt tired though.

Very tired.

But too uncomfortable to sleep.

The door opened, and he watched Hopps come in. The crib raised him off the floor, so he was at the level of her knees, and she moved over so that her chin was at the top of the crib. She looked down through the bars of the crib's roof sadly, before beginning to do stuff. Finnick watched silently as the side slid down halfway, letting her lean in and remove the leg restraints. He kicked freely as she placed down a bottle, pulled the side up again and locked it, before moving out of view.

The stocks keeping his arms retrained released, and he sprung away. Up onto his knees, he rubbed the paws intently, getting the ache out of them.

"I'm sorry we had to do that."

He flinched, before turning towards her and growling. She wasn't! She enjoyed it! BOTH OF THEM DID! He grabbed the bars and stared at her, growling even louder.

And then she frowned and he let go, fear overcoming him. He crashed down onto his sodden diaper, the cold wetness pushing back through his fur and onto his raw skin, almost feeling like some of the piss had been squeezed back out, before sending a wave of stinging through.

He wasn't thinking about that though. Instead, he was horrified at what might happen at him for growling. Growling! What had he done! What were the going to do now!?

"I… oo-y!" He blurted out, distinctly aware of the mouth restraint again.

"Thanks for saying so," she lectured, before leaning forwards and scolding him harshly. "BUT GROWLING IS VERY RUDE AND NAUGHTY! YOU DO NOT DO IT! UNDERSTAND!"

He thought it best to nod, and did, even though he hated submitting like this.

"NO GROWLING!"

He nodded again, as she tutted. "It's two dozen spankings if you growl," she noted, Finnick's ears going back as she said so. "But the book says that, as you apologised, one dozen is fine."

He breathed a sigh of relief, he could cope with that.

"But you have an hour until Nick comes in, and if your bottle isn't finished by then, it's back to two dozen."

He nodded, and she smiled. "Come here you."

He hated how she said it. Like he really was a kit. But he stepped up, the top bars of the crib just above his head, forcing him to fold his ears down. He stepped close to her, his nose slightly poking out through the bars as she waved him on, before planting a gentle kiss.

He frowned, wanting to curse her and flip her off.

Instead, he just watched as she stood up, wished he and Nick had a lovely day, before leaving for work.

He looked over to the bottle and grunted. Sticking it in his mouth, he sucked at the sweet liquid, the warmth improving the taste at least. Sucking as hard as he could, he emptied it in fifteen minutes, just as he heard the front door close.

Throwing it down he frowned and yawned.

He was damn tired.

But, as he cosied in one of the corners, wrapped around himself as he lay on his side, he hoped he'd be able to fix that.

Some of it…

The stinging and wetness was still there, but it wasn't being rubbed in. His mouth tasted of the milk, at least. He closed his eyes, and drifted off almost instantly.

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AN: Oh, btw. I've got WildeHopps in here too!