Silver-Tongue

by Combat Engineer

In a city that accepts everything and in the same breath oppresses true emotions, Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps feel something building in their professional relationship that both frightens and excites them. But in order to progress, each must search themselves and battle with their inner demons to fully understand what it means to be "predator" and "prey" united.

5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Lunch at Chateau Hopps

The October morning was a precursor to the chill that November would eventually cast over the city of animals. It seemed to come without warning, like a sudden transition clip in a movie scene that takes its audience by surprise.

Outside, the evidence had been visible without the accommodating feeling: piles of yellowing leaves—a frozen sheet of scabs scattered across the ground—lay on a bed of light frost, the crisp air lingering and easily smelled everywhere one walked, a pungent aroma filled with nostalgia and dread for those associated with warm weather. It was overt, crystalline, and gave comfort to those who remained snuggled in their bedsheets, especially a particularly comfy vulpine who did not have to report in to Zootopia Police Department as a result of taking two personal days so that he and Judy could experience a concert that turned out to be better than any dream or fantasy could possibly manifest.

Nick still couldn't believe what had happened. It was completely surreal to him, something he never thought possible. Last night, his walk home and subsequent descent into bed had demonstrated to be bittersweet in that his mind had wandered through scenarios and what seemed like every logical next step to take—the cogs had been turning, the pistons firing—and as a result, he could not find the time to allow himself to fall into slumber. Her lips, her expressions, her moans, and her body…worst of all, her body had utterly plagued his thoughts, but when he finally found a way to rationalize the evening's surprise and explain to himself that he had already experienced the hardest part of whatever it was he and Judy were starting, the sleep he had reeled in had been the most comfortable and soundless he'd ever experienced in his entire life.

And here he lay the next day, troubled by the fact that she was not around him.

His craving for her was even stronger now than it had ever been, and he could only hope she felt the same way he did.

She had to. He had seen the lust in her eyes, felt it.

She simply had to.

Fighting with himself to draw back into a dream state, Nick lay in the comfort of his apartment amongst a pile of bedsheets and turned pillows, his red and white boxers the only line of clothing separating him from the warmness of the room and the morning iciness of the outside world. He turned his muzzle to see that his iPhone sat plugged in at its regular position on the black nightstand (set near the infamous photograph of Judy startling him by hopping onto his head), and his paw reached over to click the awake button to reveal that he had not slept too far into the day. Having an internal clock programmed at this point made it very difficult to extend beyond an hour or two without automatically waking up, and today, even after a late night, proved to be no different. He slid through the photograph reel saved in his phone, examining picture after picture of Judy, recalling how good she felt last night, how predatorial and hot she had become during their make-out session in the seating of her very own pickup, and the thought alone was enough to nearly make him hard again. She'd wanted him so badly, she'd wanted to be dominated by him in a predatorial way, and he wanted her; however, the newness of the situation paired with the deep fear either of them felt seemed to have prevented the act to go further. It was probably for the best though. After all, they both needed time to digest the enormity of what happened. The last thing either of them wanted was to tarnish whatever it was that was happening with an action that would later on result in awkwardness and regret.

This was special, and he knew it.

Special beyond anything he's ever experienced, so treading carefully would be the best route to take.

He rose from his bed and stretched his arms, the blood shooting back into his head and momentarily making him see stars.

His apartment was moderately well lit from the sun peeking its way above the Western hills surrounding Zootopia, and what lay before him was a place that did not seem so melancholy any more. He had always prided himself on being a clean and organized fox regardless of what his previous lifestyle deemed, having spent many of his years moving from place to place in haphazard fashion, and this was no different now that he actually had a location to call home. The floor to ceiling windows, draped closed, overlooked his living room, which was very spacious and connected directly to the steel and glass dinner table where white Zuo-style diner chairs loitered next to a modern four-bulb light fixture hanging from the ceiling and dangling above a point in space where he had eaten so many meals by himself. A white and grey rug frayed at its ends was set near his flat screen television and underneath a Nova brand couch which complimented the eggshell painted walls perfectly, and the pictures paired with the decorative casings nailed and hanging around his apartment screamed of modern city life wrapped in a metaphor—squared, arranged at simple angels, and juxtaposed with a sense of sophistication; it was everything and anything all at once. The cleanliness of the fox could only be demonstrated through how minimalist and organized his kitchen was, which sat in the open and was covered in chrome, including the tall and girthy refrigerator chocked full of produce, meats, and ingredients for his favorite meals, many of which were taught to him by his mother before he had abandoned his old life. He'd often cook for himself, and was actually very good at it, a trait known to very few animals other than himself; Judy had not even been made aware of the fact. Secretive, or at least being somewhat reserved for personal comfort, could be the describing factors of Nick's private life, and he liked it that way.

Padding over to his bedroom closet, he slid open the doors and grabbed a set of Nick-esque clothing (a red button up shirt and black tie paired with loose-fitting jeans) and made his way into his white-tiled bathroom. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but notice how much livelier his eyes seemed, how undead they were at their most inner core when compared to how he had felt in the last couple months' past, and his medicine, his therapy, had come from the one animal he always knew could help him attain this wonderful state of mind: a rabbit…a biologically opposing primal enemy, stubborn yet undeniably smart.

He smirked at thinking how amazing he felt, and clapped both paws together when he realized his chest was ballooning into an air pocket of giddiness reminiscent to how he had felt before the daunting and horrid realization hit him that his childhood self was about to be muzzled. As he kept these thoughts at the forefront of his mind, he shed himself of his boxers and cranked on the shower to a warm temperature. The water hit his fur, and he began the task of washing himself the best any animal could. It was somewhat of an unspoken truth, the difficulty behind cleaning a body filled with fur, and Nick understood this every morning when he lathered himself with special fox conditioner and shampoo that dug deep inside of his thick coat, leaving behind a white shower bottom filled with threads of red.

As his claws scraped into his belly fur, his mind mused how much easier this could be with a certain small rabbit standing in front of him, her paws softly scrubbing along his abs, cleaning his back and then behind with a delicacy only she could commend his way. She'd certainly seemed like she was willing to do something like that yesterday, perhaps even more. The thought alone of her small paws softly massaging him, trailing up his inner thighs to rest upon his heavy balls made the tip of his member poke its way from his gorging sheath, and all that was male about him, all that encompassed the sections of his brain reserved for instinct and reproduction sent him into a frenzy of mental images: her tiny mouth and tongue licking along the side of his canine penis, her paws grabbing at his knot and rubbing along it in circular motions, her taking as much of him as she could in her maw and then gagging at realizing how much work she would have out for her, perhaps giggling at the feat and then finally doing him proud by getting almost half of it in. Nick couldn't help this. He couldn't flush out the thoughts imprinting themselves in his head: it was biology taking its toll on him, rudely gnashing its way beyond respect and dignity, and before he knew it, he had his own paw around himself and was stroking his hardening dick just the way he liked, picturing her body and how it felt yesterday.

Knowing full well he was exceptionally large for a fox, he imagined the difficulty it would be to try and accommodate his girth and length for a small frame like Judy's, and as his paw grooved over the slick and red veiny tool jutting from his sheath, he used his other to stimulate the swelling ball filling itself at the root of his cock. He imagined the tightness of Judy—it would more than likely be overbearingly soft and clutch him in a painfully powerful squeeze—and her gasps and moans of approval, her running her arms around him and clutching him by his behind as to not let him unlock from her, would be the final touch just enough to send him into a frothing mess panting over her. Picturing these things, he jerked himself off for a while, edging his rising orgasm in a careful manner as to make the final explosion all the more powerful, and in his fantasy, he made sure to envision himself on top of her, grinding down into her fully before he let loose a torrent of pent-up cum against the plastic tiling of the shower stall, spurting against it so hard that it made an identifiable sound as it made contact with the surface.

He let out a loud growl and gnashed his sharp teeth together as his paw continued to milk his knot before the afterglow of his masturbation subsided entirely along with his retreating member which first stood erect and throbbing for what seemed like minutes. He stood, catching his breath. And as if nothing had happened, as if what had transpired was a simple exercise for the day, he let the water rolling off of him clean off the wall and continued with the rest of his shower routine before shutting off the water and drying his fur into a slick and clean state.

The canine male mind—a simple lever in regard to sex. On and off in the blink of an eye. Nick found that thought slightly amusing.

He then thought of something else.

Had she ever done something similar: pleasuring herself to the thought of him? More than likely, his inner voice chimed in.

Or perhaps he hoped. Either way, the attraction she had for him had been more than loud yesterday. And her being a rabbit meant she had to get pent up or more than one occasion.

How she would respond to him once their closeness dictated they become intimate beyond kissing could only be guessed, but as he stood in front of his bathroom mirror blow drying his damp fur, the less frightened he was of the possible answer. Much of his morning routine, from him finalizing the drying of his damp fur to him scrubbing his fangs with powerful teeth whitener, was filled with thoughts of what he and Judy were going through. In no way, did he want to begin labelling what was occurring as something beyond a deep connection; even the simplicity of the phrases "romantically involved" or "girlfriend" or "seeing each other" seemed off-putting at the moment because the event seemed to have happened so organically, so spontaneously, that placing it into categories tasted of hastiness, or at least it did at this very moment. Certainly, they were attracted to one another on a sexual level, that much could be seen and felt, but at which point either of them saw the state of their newfound want and desire for each other could only be inferred through their prior actions and conversations.

Last night, she had seemed to be slightly confused about their treading into new waters and rightfully so: it could not be denied that she was prey…prey. Nick let the word settle in his mind. Prey. A species whose bloodline was filled with eons of instinctual DNA programming with the sole purpose to make them fear the one creature who could very well end their lives and had once done so long ago before animal code and law set itself in the forefront of society. Foxes and rabbits. The difficulty of fighting off such a program for the average rabbit could be nearly impossible, but to feel an attraction for the "enemy" species, to have the desire to want that creature inside of oneself for the sake of pleasure, may no doubt be one hell of a rollercoaster of emotions.

And she's experiencing this now, Nick's mind told him. Check on her.

He nodded. "Check on her," he said aloud to himself. He needed to see how she was feeling and understand where she stood.

He grabbed his iPhone from his nightstand, walked out to his kitchen, and then pulled up a diner chair and sat at his dinner table. He didn't know why his heart was thumping so hard. He'd had thousands of conversations with her via texting before. What was one more? Grasping the phone in both paws, he began typing the message he wanted to send since he awoke: Slick Nick: Hey!

Sitting back, Nick waited, thinking of how he wanted to see her so badly, to feel her again. He sat for only a minute or so until he was met with a reply: Carrots: Hi.

The smile on his face was broad. A small part of him had him second guessing, and he tried not to read too hard into the period she placed after her greeting.

At that point, their conversation unfolded: Slick Nick: So, how are you?

Carrots: Good. A little tired. Didn't get much sleep.

Slick Nick: Me neither. My mind wouldn't let me.

Carrots: Yea…

Slick Nick: I think it's appropriate to say that I had a lot of fun yesterday. Not just the last part, too. Everything about it.

Carrots: Me too. It was the most fun I've ever had.

Slick Nick: Really? Most? Like ever?

Carrots: Yes! I can't think of a time that I had that was more fun. Hanging around you is the best.

Slick Nick: Aw, I'm blushing.

Carrots: Really? That's a first. Lol.

Slick Nick: I also have to say that you felt amazing yesterday. I'd never kissed anyone like that before. No vixen especially.

Carrots: You felt amazing too. I haven't kissed anyone like that either. I didn't want to stop. How long have you wanted to do that?

Slick Nick: Ever since we became partners. And actually, if I'm being really honest with myself, probably before I even joined the force. Probably when we were nearing the end of the Night Howler case. You?

Carrots: When we first moved in the office and you were carrying your things in. The look u gave me. I still haven't forgotten it. I had a difficult couple of days afterward.

Slick Nick: Difficult?

Carrots: Just trying to figure out if what was happening was really happening.

Slick Nick: You mean prey being attracted to a predator?

Carrots: Yea.

Slick Nick: Speaking of that, what have you been thinking about now since yesterday?

Carrots: Just…everything. My parents tried calling about something and I ignored it. I texted them and told them I'd get back to them later. I don't know if I can talk to anyone right now.

Slick Nick: You're talking to me…

Carrots: I am.

Slick Nick: Are you not feeling right about what happened?

Carrots: I've wanted that to happen for so long. I just didn't think it would mess with my mind so much.

Slick Nick: Oh. I'm sorry. Is it bad?

Carrots: No, don't be! And no, it isn't bad! I didn't mean it like that. I'm just really frightened is all.

Slick Nick: You shouldn't be. If we're attracted to each other then there's nothing we should be afraid or ashamed of.

Carrots: I know. It's just…I don't know how I'm going to go about my life after this weekend. How will we act around others? Will we let something slip? And then what will happen?

Slick Nick: Then you just remember my little motto…

Carrots: Yea? That simple?

Slick Nick: Yes! Absolutely. We'll get through this. I'll be there with you throughout it. I think that's all the matters. I'm tired of letting others dictate how I feel. Aren't you?

Carrots: Yes, I am. You're right.

Slick Nick: Course I am, Fluff.

Carrots: lol. And you're still smug.

Slick Nick: One of my many traits you find sexy, right?

Carrots: Maybe…

Slick Nick: What do you plan on doing today?

Carrots: Nothing. Laze around. Think. Netflix maybe.

Slick Nick: Can I laze and think with you? I can bring something to eat. We can watch a movie? Maybe if you're lucky, you can end up tying tongues with me again;)

Carrots: lol. Yea, I'd love that.

Slick Nick: k. I'll be over soon.

Carrots: Okay

Nick quickly rose from his seat, a goofy smile plastered on his face, and after adjusting his clothing and slipping on his black tie, he stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom to see how he looked. His assessment results made him happy and humbled that he had been given such good genetics, a large portion from his mother no doubt, but the few memories he held of his father reminded him that his eyes were inherited from this mysterious fox whom he could only recall in vagaries. A vulpine that seemed to be connected to everything affiliated to enigma, Nick could only pinpoint certain traits that his father had: the smell of an Old Spice aftershave, a deep laugh, a strong forearm that hugged the young kit's side with perhaps love. Everything about the abandoner was fractured and placed in dusty shelves in his memory, not quite clear yet not quite entirely forgotten. It frustrated Nick to think that perhaps he did have a slight felling of love for someone he could only recall in a partial sense. It angered him as well.

But today, everything seemed different. Everything seemed more in place. An individual's eyes spoke volumes about animals, especially the vulpine bloodline, and in the past, one might have said the eyes of this particular fox who stood before the mirror spoke of a broken history, of a father with a dark side shrouded by depression, but at this moment in time, anyone could have been fooled: what stared at himself in the mirror was a face of complete contentment—true there was a slight fear lingering with a fine thread of doubt that his dreams were flourishing—but the look of complete bliss and rebirth outshined whatever small traces of negativity might have been hovering behind his green lenses. In truth, he had not felt this good in a long, long time, and it reminded him how foolish he had been to think that it was true that every animal was left with nothing in the end.

It made him feel sympathy for the creature who had once told him such a thing.

Giving himself a firm nod, he stepped away from his mirror and clasped over his wrist his silver birthday watch given to him from Judy. It was expensive looking, definitely something beyond what a normal friend would buy for another animal, and Nick had been positively astonished at receiving it and remembered feeling a sense that she liked him more than she had been leading on. That birthday was when he had first caught her eyeing his body and her subsequent intoxication throughout the night had given her enough courage to sit upon his lap while drunkenly bantering about their lives. Their exchange of gifts since then seemed to always propose a mutual want and desire for each other's approval and affection. Looking back on it, Nick felt silly in thinking their eventual attraction could have been anything other than inevitable. He turned the watch as it sat against his wrist, tapped it with his claw while smiling, and then put on his aviator sunglasses before covering himself in a light jacket.

Stepping out of his apartment, Nick made sure his door was locked, and just as he was about to turn, a voice rang out like a tiger leaping out of the shrubbery for its prey.

"Nicholas!" Nick's tail fur jolted out and the fur on the back of his neck stood up in a state of shock. He turned to see the tenant living two doors down, an old shrew with thick prescription glasses.

"Jesus…hey, Mrs. Dickenson," Nick said weakly, "how are you?"

"Fine, fine! I see you're looking well-dressed today!"

Nick chuckled. "Yea," he started, rubbing the back of his neck, "no boxer's today, ma'am."

"I can see that! No rush?"

"Nope. Just heading out for some errands."

"Well, that's nice. Aren't you working today?"

"Not today. I have two days off."

"How lovely! Well, if you ever have any time, I could use a strong young tod to help me with my refrigerator, if you don't mind."

"Not at all. What's the issue?"

"Oh, no issue at all. I just wanted to move it."

"Ah, okay. I'll be around later probably. Would that be okay?"

"Of course! You're so sweet! I'll have to give you some food as a payment."

"You don't have to do that!" Nick's mind projected a simple image: Mrs. Dickenson's Famous Grasshopper Casserole. She'd spoon fed him a sample in the past, and he almost threw up in her face. He nearly gagged before remembering he was in a conversation. "It'll take me all but a minute or so."

"Alright! See you later then, dear."

"Okay. Bye Mrs. Dickenson," Nick waved. Quickly turning away, Nick made his way through the hall and then entered the elevator. On the way down, he couldn't help but snicker at the thought of Mrs. Dickenson trying to make a move on him ever since seeing him in his boxers. Judy would have made such a joke immediately had she seen the interaction that just took place. He smiled at this fact. After the elevator doors opened, Nick trotted along and then exited the building.

Out on the streets, the monumental buildings crowding the apartment complex he exited from looked slightly bleak and hollow due to the surrounding chill and change in the weather. There was a definite liveliness to everything, a bustling and pulsing of electricity, but there was also a small sense of weakness, as if the structures themselves were not prepared for such a drastic change. Setting the white earbuds in either of his ears, Nick plugged into his iPhone and played "Piranha" by Way Yes for a bit of background music. He felt quite jubilant today, and was in no mood to hold back how outwardly giddy he actually was. His breath could be seen as he blew out a trail of vapor into the cold air, and his tail by instinct curled around the back of his legs as he jammed both paws in his pockets and trotted down 45th Street and Barkington Ave, an area of town that almost had a suburban feel to it, being lined with planted trees and a lush park several blocks away. He wanted to buy Judy a hot breakfast and her favorite cinnamon-carrot coffee at the nearby deli and bakery, Dino's Breads, a nice little eatery owned by an aging moose and his apprentice.

As Nick walked down the street, his thoughts were overwhelmed with opposing feelings; he looked around at same species couples holding hands—rats, cheetahs, wolves, cats—and a small pit of despair suddenly nuzzled itself deep in him, sending a near feeling of nausea in knots around his belly. But at the same time, there was also a sense of hope and rejoice in remembering the hyena, Bentley, and his girlfriend, Christine, the small and personable rabbit who mysteriously made a comment about Nick before the start of the concert. They had managed to make something taboo commonplace for themselves, and while it may have been somewhat secretive on their part, while they may have not had the pleasure of expressing their attraction toward one another on an open street, their happiness could not be denied—Nick had seen it up close. It was something he aspired to attain with Judy, something he wanted so badly that it almost hurt to think about it if he tried hard enough. But he couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. This was a new drive for him, an importance in his life bigger than any con he could have imagined: the conning of his doubts, the trickery of second guessing. All of his years of experience in manipulation could not prepare him for a battle such as this.

He swerved through an oncoming parade of business animals dressed to the hilt in fashionable suits and cubicle uniforms, and then he turned down the avenue to where his destined place of purchase stood.

The deli and bakery had been an outlet he and Judy stumbled upon during one of their breaks from work, and on a whim, feeling a sudden sense of adventure, Nick had suggested they eat there considering it might be a place a rabbit could dine at without worrying about an underlying fear of feral meats winding up in a mixed up order; that had been a realization the fox had come to know quite well after spending so much time with her—how to maneuver around the personality and tastes and fears of lagomorphs. And it had worked. She'd come to find that the place was one of her favorite eateries. They had parked alongside the ditsy building with its boastful cursive lettering reading "Dino's Breads" in a fashion that and old ice cream shoppe might have, and as soon as they set foot in the building, Judy's nose had twitched in that cute way that Nick knew expressed immediate interest. She had swiftly hopped (literally) over to the section of the deli that served cinnamon-carrot coffee, and like a small kit, her teardrop tail had started wagging. The entire scene had stayed imprinted in Nick's mind, and the smile on his face caused by the replaying of that memory remained on his face as his paw came in contact with the bakery door.

He pushed it open and stepped in to be bombarded with the smells of bread and mocha spices and morning doughnuts. He scanned the room and saw the owner standing behind a counter.

Dino stood as quite the mammal: a fiercely wide moose with dark chestnut brown fur and standing at an impressive 6 ½ feet tall, he was somewhat of a walking contradiction when juxtaposed with his more masculine traits, considering a small pair of spectacles rested between his large brown eyes even though his burly upper body suggested he'd been one not to mess with back in his younger years. His cylindrical, dangling snout was large and somewhat goofy looking, a patch of wrinkles developing above his black nose, and the fur from his chin trailed down like long spider webs which demonstrated his age through the grey discoloration forming at their tips. His antlers were protruding monoliths of bone orbiting around his head, reaching upward in the manner of two hands cupping the sky, and they complimented his fur color, although they seemed to be a slightly darker and more imposing brown. He always smelled of an interesting cologne. Something old and ancient. It matched his personality perfectly.

Hearing the chiming bell sound off from Nick entering, the moose looked up. "Officer Wilde," Dino said in his gruff voice, raspy and obstructed by years of smoking.

Nick waved to the moose and then flashed a grin. "Off duty," the fox said.

"Ah. I see. Out an about pretty early then."

"Sure am. Hungry this morning." Nick removed his aviators and hung them by the hinges on his shirt collar. "So, how's the biz, Dino?"

"Oh, can't complain." Dino was rummaging through morning orders, glancing very intensely at a clipboard as his apprentice shifted warm baggies with the shop's signature logo on the front from one end of the room to the other. As if caught by a sudden realization, Dino jutted his head up toward Nick with eyes wide as silver dollars. "Although, now that you ask, those damn bear kids, you know, the ones I told you about before, the ones that were loitering around this street, came in and asked for a free water."

Nick softly rolled his eyes, preparing himself for one of Dino's rants.

"It was that tall one and what looked like his brother," Dino continued. "Free water? Can you believe it?! Don't they have mothers? I mean, it was a school day, for Christ's sake. I told 'em, 'I don't have time to play' and one of 'em said, 'We ain't playin' mister, we're thirsty. Give us some water.' Like, demanding it now! I couldn't believe my ears. So, I tell 'em, 'Kid, there's a damn drinking fountain in the mall right down the way, go there if you want free shit.' They kinda' scoffed at me and looked as though they were sizing me up, and then I had to get Isaac to escort them out. I about called you boys in blue down here before I knew they were gone. And then, just the other day, they were back here again, up and down this street, givin' me mischievous looks. After thinking about it for a long time, I've deduced that drugs are behind this behavior. You might want to investigate." Dino's last statement was met with a wiggle of his large hooved finger.

Nick smiled, nodding good-naturedly, wishing Judy was here to see Dino's little display of old fashioned discrimination. "Well, I can tell you that I'll for sure be on the lookout for the kids skipping school and loitering, but I don't know how far we can take the drug theory, Dino."

"Mark my words: you'll bust those boys one day in an exchange. Mark my words."

"Duly marked, sir." Nick said while pointing a claw at Dino. Nick turned his attention to the menu.

"So…how's that partner of yours? Hopps."

Nick's ears perked up. A cacophony of different answers wanted to push themselves from his maw: smells amazing, stop-you-in-your-tracks-sexy, the perfect ass, well-exercised and highly-fuckable, flawless in every way. Instead, Nick's logic settled for the better of the long list of choices popping up. "She's good," Nick said, scratching his chin. "Been working pretty hard on a string of murders that's popped its nasty head in our corners of Zootopia."

"Oh." Dino replied softly. "You know, it probably has something to do with those—"

"Aw, c'mon, Dino," Nick interrupted, "They're just kids yankin' your chain."

"Loitering among an establishment and making threatening signals is a little more than 'yankin', Mr. Wilde."

"Okay, okay. Like I said, I'll make sure we're are on it. Rest assured, your place will be watched more closely."

"That's the spirit!"

Nick, shaking his head with a smile, continued mulling over what he wanted. After making up his mind, he quickly made his order and left without engaging in too much more conversation. Small talk was great, but he had much more important matters to deal with.

He had a rabbit to tend to.

A knock came at Judy's door.

As her head swiveled toward the sound, her ears perked straight up in a state of excitement, and she rushed over to greet her visitor but stopped herself in an attempt to calm down the second her hand came in contact with the knob.

Moments before, she had been surfing the web, researching the perks and difficulties different-species couples go through via an anonymous message board; some of the stories were fantastically uplifting while others were pitifully depressing and made her wish she could console the writer to see if in fact he or she had been telling the truth. She couldn't quite understand why she didn't want to seem overly excited to see Nick right at this split second, but a portion of her brain told her it would be best to not look as desperate as she had just seconds ago. So, she listened to her inner voice and took a deep breath before turning the knob to see a shady looking fox in aviators holding a bag to his side and clasping with his other paw a cardboard holder supporting two steaming cups of coffee.

She could smell that he had gotten her favorite kind of cinnamon-carrot blend.

Her eyes scanned him up and down: his smirk was addicting, and the getup he wore, a red shirt with a wonderfully contrasting black tie and black form-fitting jacket, made him look incredibly suave and handsome to Judy, so much so that she suddenly bit her lip in a quivery, melting sensation of attraction that was no doubt a dead giveaway he'd just gotten the better of her with nothing more than a greeting at the door. Damn him and his suaveness, her competitive side exclaimed as she continued ogling him. She didn't think he could possibly look better, but as always, he surprised her. He looked like some kind of secret spy to her, or an agent who was going to take her in the back room for a frisking and perhaps something more.

Taking her cue and seeing how affected she was, Nick couldn't help himself. "Special delivery," he oozed out sexily.

Judy put her paw on the other side of the door, blocking him momentarily. One of her ears flopped slightly down in an expression of playfulness. "Are you talking about the food, coffee, or you?"

Nick pursed his lips in mock-thought. "All?" he asked with a sudden smile revealing his sharp teeth.

Again, his handsome features melted Judy's insides.

She giggled and moved aside.

"C'mon in, silly fox."

"Thanks, goofy rabbit." Nick was thankful the heat had been cranked up in Judy's apartment, and he was even more thankful to see she was wearing a loose-fitting grey shirt revealing the black straps of her athletic bra hugging her shoulders, and as her bare feet paw claws lightly tapped against the wood in the foyer, Nick couldn't help but look at her defined legs and then her well-rounded behind covered by casual pink shorts that hiked up fairly high to her thighs, something she may have worn to work out or exercise in, but it looked as though she was simply lounging about or even intentionally teasing him. Either way, he didn't seem to mind. She looked sexy to him beyond an attraction once felt only a day ago, and this newfound lust for her, stronger than any toxin or drug known to him, made him nearly squirm at realizing he was only feet away from prey he would dominate in the best of ways and who would more than likely welcome every second of it.

Attempting to deter himself from being too blunt, he forced his eyesight elsewhere all while noticing that it felt exceptionally cozy in the apartment; the lights illuminated a couch with pillows and a used blanket, there was a minty freshener scent coming from the living room, and Nick's eyes caught that her iPad was set on the dinner table next to a book she perhaps had been reading this morning. As she led Nick into the kitchen, she would quickly glance back and eye him in a playful way, but his aviators blocked the fact that he was back to ogling her, an advantage he wasn't quite ready to give up yet as he had not had his fill of her figure.

"It's like a little picture in a house magazine here, Carrots," Nick said.

Judy snickered.

"Yea," she said. "I was going for the 'Lonely Metropolitan Bunny' look."

"I can see that. Luckily, I'm here so you don't have to be so lonely…"

"You're right."

Setting the bag and coffees atop her kitchen island, Nick turned around to find Judy standing inches away from him with a sexy smile spread on her face.

"Yello'," Nick said, the word coming out almost like a question.

Without entertaining him with any verbal response, Judy grabbed ahold of his tie with her paw and gently brought him down to her lips. Their muzzles pressed against each other, Nick's black-lined lips falling atop Judy's soft kiss, which was very tender and long, and the fox refrained from turning it into something more intimate as he was unsure if Judy would want him to be as bold as he was last night this early in the morning, but he took a chance and let each of his paws slide down and rest upon her behind, a place he was getting used to feeling. She was firm and well-exercised. He couldn't help himself and gave each cheek a light squeeze. Her reply had been the tiniest of moans around his mouth, a noise that almost edged Nick into once again pressing her against a hard surface so that he may grind against her, and this familiar place they found themselves at was just the thing either of them wanted ever since they awoke, a fact they both were ecstatic to realize about each other. She tasted of freshness to Nick, of something minty and clean, and he could only predict she felt the same since he spent the morning rigorously cleaning himself. Their lips came apart, a smooching sound smacking out loud in the quiet of the room, and Nick could see the flush building underneath Judy's fur, an obvious clue as to how pent-up she may have been. Did she relieve herself since yesterday, Nick wondered, or had she been so wrapped up in her mind that she hadn't thought to? How easy it would be to take her over to her couch, pull her panties down with his sharp teeth, maybe rip them off even, and then fill that void for her with nothing more than his long and rough canine tongue—this thought crossed his mind and infiltrated his rational thoughts with recklessness, but he was smarter than that, sharper having experienced a good night's rest and allowed Judy to be the one to guide this day rather than his dick.

That could wait for later when she truly wanted him.

"I thought about doing that ever since I woke up," Nick admitted.

"Me too," Judy said while rubbing the side of her arm with her paw.

"Is this something we'll eventually get used to?"

"I hope so…"

"Is it…" Nick removed his aviators and then set them in his jacket which he put on one of the kitchen stools. His defined body rippled underneath his shirt and Judy ate him up with her eyes. "It's not awkward right now, right?"

"I don't think so. At least not until you just asked."

Nick chuckled. He then knelt down and gave Judy another long kiss. He could feel her paws clutch at the front of his shirt, holding him against her. After breaking apart, he gave Judy a cocky smirk. "I would say that's a verifiable 'no'," he said.

"I think you're right," Judy smiled.

"So, want something to eat?"

"Yes!" Judy slightly hopped at Nick's question, another trait he discovered about her when she was excited. His adoration for her must have shown on his face because she looked slightly embarrassed at doing the sudden motion unintentionally.

"You know, you're very sexy, dare I say cute, when you're embarrassed. I'm not sure if you realize that."

"Shut up!" Judy said with a playful laugh, pushing her paw against his arm. It hadn't even bothered her that he had used the word "cute," a clear demonstration of how smitten she was, and on top of that, she now showed not an ounce of restraint from touching him, akin to how she would become bold every time in the past when they went out for drinks and she ended up buzzed while coddling against him, and her coyness at the moment came off as something more intimate than it had before their encounter last night.

It turned Nick on horribly, but at the same time, it gave him a remarkable sense of relief that the inner doubts that had been nibbling at his brain were nothing more than an apparition. "Well, c'mon over, Hopalong," Nick said, grabbing Judy by her hips. He hoisted her up like he did last night in the pickup, and she let out a slight holler of excited shock before he set her down on one of her kitchen island stools.

"You just trying to show off those muscles?" Judy prodded, squeezing at his bicep.

"Yep…and feel you up. You caught me, detective. Besides, you know you like it."

"What did you get?" Judy was eying the bag from Dino's Breads.

"Some goodies," Nick said as he brought out Judy a vegetarian breakfast muffin. "Fuel for little rabbit hearts."

"Oh! Thank you!" Judy's nose twitched as she sniffed the muffin and then took a bite, her tail jiggling from side to side in a quick motion of approval.

Nick unwrapped his own meal and then bit into his egg and cheese breakfast bagel while sitting next to Judy on the opposite stool.

They simply ate in silence for a moment before glancing at each other.

"Dino sends his regards, by the way," Nick said with the meagerest of smirks.

Judy smiled, putting her paw over her mouth as she spoke and chewed. "Aw, that's sweet. What's that old guy up to?"

"Ha! Besides complaining about those quote-unquote 'damn bear kids'? Nothing much else."

Judy giggled. "He sure does direct a lot of energy at bears, doesn't he?" she asked.

"Oh, you know it. He says we should investigate because drugs may be a factor." Judy let out a laugh and Nick joined. "I'll talk to Bogo Monday. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to take us off the Apex Omnivore case."

Nodding, Nick chuckled and went back to eating.

For another lapse of time, they sat in silence, and Judy noticed that Nick's leg was pumping up and down in a fashion that one would do out of nervousness.

She also noticed his sudden shiftiness in persona and it didn't take her long to figure out that something was amiss.

They made eye contact and it was as if Nick was suddenly caught off guard.

"So…" Nick started, "what, uh…have you heard anything new about the Apex Omnivore leads?"

Judy stopped chewing and tilted her head. She didn't like this. This was not the Nick Wilde she knew. She didn't like seeing him act in a way that didn't align with his actual personality. At that point, she knew exactly what was wrong.

Seeing her reaction, Nick's ears perked up.

"What?" he asked with slight defensiveness.

She rolled her eyes and set the muffin down on the countertop, leaning in again to Nick and more forcefully grabbing his tie, bringing him into another kiss. It took him a second to get adjusted to her muzzle, but when he did it was wonderful. She didn't even seem to mind that his breath was now laced with food a species of hers wound not have dreamed of eating; in fact, a primordial rush of adrenaline shot through her system at realizing she was coming into contact with two different types of species negativities her body, had it been "normal", would automatically repel: a vulpine and an omnivore's fried egg.

How shocked her ancestors would have been could only be imagined by her, but she knew deep down this taboo was a massive turn-on for her. In fact, had she not been withheld by the tiniest bit of self-control in her system, Nick's pants would already be down to his ankles and she'd be bent over the very stool she sat on, panting and writhing like the animal she was deep down, clamping on one of her own ears between her teeth as to muffle the moans.

Nick seemed to catch onto how her body spoke to him, and the message became even louder when he could feel her chest, though quite flat, lean into him as her back arched in an unintentional motion of ecstasy, and for the slightest of seconds, as his hand with a mind of its own found itself pressed against one of her small breasts, he thought of how fun it would be to roleplay with her in different ways: perhaps like a predator truly hunting its prey—he could drape her in food she'd never eat, maybe drape himself in it, and she lick up his body and— Stop, stop! His mind cut in.

After parting their lips, they looked at each other for a moment with heavy breaths.

Nick removed his hand from her chest to which she looked at with what could have been the tiniest expression of disappointment.

After regaining herself, she looked at Nick like a mother scolding her child. "Don't you dare get all awkward with me, Mr. Wilde. We have today and tomorrow off. The case can wait."

Nick smiled. "Wow. Usually you're very work-oriented, Carrots. I just thought you'd might want to discuss it is all."

"No, you didn't. You're shifty and surprisingly nervous. That's not at all like you. Where's the Nick that I know so well? Besides, I just care about one thing and one thing alone right now."

"What?"

"Us."

"Us," Nick nodded. "Hm. I like it." He scratched at the scruff around his neck before continuing with, "I'm sorry. I just can't help myself. I guess I still kind of, slightly, a little, somewhat, a tad bit feel strange."

"Why?" Judy's paw traced along the front of his thigh in a not-so-sexual manner. Her ears and back were standing straight up in concentration and curiosity.

Was there slight fear there as well? Nick believed he sensed this too.

"Because you're so beautiful, and I've only always had to hide that I feel that way about you. And now that it's in the open…" Nick hesitated, trying to find the correct phrasing. "I don't know…I guess I'm still getting used to expressing it without withholding anything."

A flush had spread over Judy's face, perhaps at how complimentary Nick's last statement had been, and her purple eyes, half-lidded, revealed a coy yet vulnerable expression that nearly sent Nick over the edge. Rather than press forward with her queries, she instead set her food down, grabbed his paw and gently yanked on it as she hopped down from her stool. Peering over her own shoulder, she guided Nick over to the couch and they both sat upon it. Thinking they were going to talk or cuddle, Nick was surprised to find that the rabbit pushed him against the back of the couch and straddled over his lap like she had done so last night in the pickup. Again, her domineering side seemed to reveal itself and she took the lead by planting her lips over his, smooching him loudly and passionately in a writhe of newfound pleasure she did not know she was capable of feeling—even in the past, her boyfriends, dust in her memory bank and not even close in comparison to the masculinity she felt below her, could not ever bring her to the level of primal want like she was experiencing at this very moment. The effect she had around Nick was druglike in its potency, and she could feel his responsiveness start below her as it swelled inside of his jeans and pressed against her bare thighs; she was curious and ground down harder on him, eliciting a moan to escape from his lips as his paw latched all the way around the bicep of one of her arms and his other paw found itself pressed against the back of her head, urging her to continue further. Her paw ran along his shirt, feeling the abs beneath the clothing, and his own paws explored her features once again.

What continued was a battle for ground and progression, not only against one another but also with themselves, and Nick proved to be the victor by letting his canine state of mind take over his actions, and before he knew it, he had flipped the metaphorical game board over and Judy's back was pressed down against the couch, his body hovering over hers like a wanton creature, and he was now licking her neck and shoulder in a ferocious encirclement of passion. He very boldly let one of his paws slide up and move one of her athletic bra straps out of the way so that his tongue could have complete access to the small portion of her body he was currently pinpointed on, and her approval sung out from her own tiny paws which clutched at the front of his shirt and tie. Her erratic breathing, slightly high pitched and soft, only projected Nick further into his state of nearly non-withheld lust, and in an attempt at meeting himself at his deepest level of animalistic traits, he lightly pressed his teeth against her neck.

Her moan was so loud that Nick thought she may have suddenly cum.

He backed away for a second and looked into a face of pure pleasure.

She floated out of her reverie and found herself face to face with a grinning vulpine.

"Where'd that start?" Nick suddenly asked.

Judy's bashfulness was caught in her throat as she let out slightly perplexed, "What do you mean?"

Nick planted a kiss along the side of her neck before looking into her face. "I mean when did you start liking the idea of being dominated, little missy?"

Judy lightly giggled. She partly pulled back from Nick only to plant another kiss on his muzzle that wasn't far from being a lick of her tongue. "Says who…" she coyly hesitated.

Nick shot her a cocky grin. He squeezed his paws against her side, letting his claws only slightly graze her and making her arch her back and sharply breathe out. "Says your body," Nick whispered.

"I don't know," she nearly moaned, "I just…"

"You just like the idea of a big, bad predator hovering over you?"

"Mmm…" Judy bit her lip and nodded.

"And panting?"

Judy squirmed. "And hot breath all over me…" she nearly whispered. "And drool."

Shit, Nick thought, feeling a shiver run up his spine at how hot her talk was. He wondered for a second if she was a dirty talker while having sex. He felt her legs wrap around his thighs and lock him against her. He ground down and she wiggled her hips back and forth, rubbing his erection underneath his pants with her miniscule thighs. She wasn't giggling nor was she smiling; it was pure want and heat that radiated from her face. At seeing this, he was so hard right now that it was painful, and he closed his eyes and nearly snarled as his teeth clamped down like a rabid dog. "Naughty bunny," Nick oozed out sexily. He leaned down and then went back into a heated make-out session. Never in his life did he want to fuck more than now, and while no vixen could ever bring him to the state he was currently in—a near mess of ragged breaths, a wafting animal on the verge of uncontrollable lust —he was surprised he hadn't pushed forward to initiate their first sexual encounter with each other to begin. She seemed to be on board, but there was something lingering. It was a restraint partly based on how connected he felt with her and partly based on fear of rejection if the moment didn't quite fit with the receiving end.

Nick pulled away from their entwining tongues and looked into her eyes. His honesty came bursting from him without a filter. "Do you know how difficult it is for me right now to stop myself from ripping every stitch of your clothing off and just ravaging you right here on this couch?"

Judy breathed against Nick's muzzle, resting both of her paws against the back scruff of his neck. For the slightest of seconds, he could feel her shiver and nearly give in. "You do realize you're talking to a rabbit, right? It's just as difficult for me."

"Then why are we holding back?"

"I…" Judy stopped to contemplate for a moment. "It's very quick. All of this is so quick."

Nick nodded. "It is," he agreed. "Now that you mention it, it really is…"

"Just a day ago, we were close partners and best friends."

"We still are. Just…closer."

Judy smiled. "True. But it's all been bottled up, too, hasn't it?" she queried.

"Yes, it has. Which is why I think this is happening."

"So…" Judy placed her words carefully, drawing out each syllable. "I guess…I guess we…" She stopped, not quite far from looking frustrated at expressing how she felt.

"Carrots," Nick tapped a claw against her nose, "you don't have to feel rushed because of me."

Judy's ears were perked up in complete concentration of what he said.

"I want you to move at your own pace. We don't have to put any labels on anything right now. I'm happy with what's happening, and we can keep it this way until you feel ready to…well…move further."

Judy's slight blush was her only rebuttal until she found her voice again. "Okay. But it'll be a challenge I think," she nearly whispered.

"How so?" Nick could feel her thighs softly squeezing against him. He laughed against her neck and then his ears perked up.

"Hey," he started, "I thought a day ago you claimed I was labeling rabbits as sex fiends."

"I was talking about how promiscuous we can be, not that we're incredibly horny." Judy's eyes seemed to bug out at realizing what she'd just said, and she clasped her paw over her mouth in astonishment. She clearly meant for that sentence to be an inner form of dialogue rather than an outward projection.

Nick's face held a look as though he'd found Pandora's Box. "Ooh, so there was some truth to that!" Nick said excitedly.

Her smile bordered embarrassment.

"How true, Cottontail?" he pried. "Tell me."

"I don't know," she said bashfully.

"Yes,you do! C'mon, tell me. I'll keep it a secret."

Judy hummed out and her face softened. "Pretty true," she admitted.

"Ha!" Nick lightly laughed out. "I knew it."

"But it's not like what you think."

"Hey, hey. Don't go backpedaling now. Your secret's safe with me."

"'Kay," she giggled.

"So, how often do you…well…you know…take care of it?"

She lightly slapped his shoulder. "None of your business!"

"Really? Why not?"

"That's private!"

Nick shot her a confused look and then glanced down at their bodies. "I mean, we're kind of dry-humping each other right now. I can't imagine it would be too far from left-field for you to be telling me this," he said matter-of-factly.

Judy's eyes seemed to look left and right.

Damn him and his logic, her inner thoughts snapped.

"Touché," she finally said.

"So, tell me."

"I…I don't know. Whenever I feel like I have to."

"And how often is that?"

Judy hesitated, but Nick's devilishly handsome grin hypnotized her into answering. "A…" she started, trailing off. "A couple times, I guess."

"A week?"

As to dodge the question, Judy looked to the side.

"Oh." Nick's ears perked straight up and then pinned back down as he sneered a massive canine smile. "Ohhh…you filthy little rabbit."

"Shut up!" she slapped his chest. "I didn't say anything!"

"Exactly! And that's all I need to hear!"

"Oh, shut it!"

"Not a chance, you little horn-dog!"

"Quiet!" she nearly giggled.

"Sorry, I meant horn-rabbit!" Nick laughed and grabbed ahold of either of her arms, holding her down. He pushed his muzzle into her neck and started licking at it, causing her to laugh.

Her fight was for naught as Nick's strength easily held her into place, but a merciful side of him caused his paws to slightly unlatch, giving her the playful advantage which was immediately taken and provided her with enough physical room to scuttle up to Nick's side, push him over on his back, and leave him beneath her as she straddled his waist. Rather than fighting, Nick put both of his paws behind his head and leaned back, admiring the view of this voracious rabbit riding him. Her paws, delicate and soft, grazed their light grey claws against his chest as if wanting to rip through the fabric and run along his toned stomach; this type of attention she was expressing toward Nick caused a low grumble to form deep down in his throat, and he nearly found himself growling at her with an affectionate noise that only a canine could elicit in a moment of tumultuous sexual display.

She seemed to notice his little game of reverse psychology at seeing how he had let her win their mock-battle, but she didn't seem to mind in the least because the idea of getting the better of a predator and taming him sent an erotic chill down her body. In a sense, this playful dance gave her an idea of what it would be like to actually be with a predator—and a canine of all species. It was in his genes to want to wrestle around, to apply dominance and submissiveness to a situation as dictated through eons of evolution and biologically tangled genetic traits. He would have been doing the same thing if it'd been a vixen above him, but there wasn't. And Judy loved that fact. She loved that she, a species denounced by society as the weakling, was on top of this big creature, controlling his sexual drive. She found it fascinating to think that she was toying with something that naturally did not fit into the componentry of her being; it was exhilarating and broke her breath. She wanted more, wanted to eat it up greedily.

And she did with another kiss.

The scariest part of what was happening was the revelation that tripped into her thoughts that at this moment in time she cared not for creating silence from nothing like she'd taught herself so long ago. In fact, she wanted noise. Hot, rocking, loud noise. If not his moaning and the thumping of the couch they lay upon, then conversation would have to do.

Their lips came apart and they sat looking at each other for a period of time, taking in each other's features with their newfound eyes.

Nick tugged her from her mind with one of his paws by resting it against her arm which he began to softly rub. His facial expression held a look of deep contemplation, and Judy could see the sudden shift in his attitude. Her ears, having been amassed straight in the air, were now slightly dangling in curiosity.

"Wha'cha thinking?" she asked.

"Just…" Nick hesitated.

"What?"

"Just how foolish I had been to think this couldn't ever happen."

Judy's smile broadened. Her own paws rested against his pecs.

"I'd say we were both were pretty foolish," she stated.

"Really?" Nick inquired. "How were you?"

Judy thought about this for a moment and confessed in a rather sheepish tone. "Because I hadn't snuck you into one of the back rooms at your last birthday and made out with you like I wanted to."

Nick's ears perked up, and Judy could feel his tail dancing back and forth, brushing against her legs.

"Ohh…confessions of a lonely bunny," Nick chuckled.

Judy lightly slapped one of his pecs.

"Quiet, stupid fox!"

"I have to admit, I probably would have taken that over the watch."

Judy giggled. "I bet you would have!" she exclaimed.

Nick thought about this for a moment before piping up. "Did you really think about doing that at the party?" he asked, his piqued interest intensifying.

Judy's nod was accommodated by a slight sheen of pink to her cheeks. "I did…I was so close to actually doing it, that I kind of…recoiled after chickening out."

Nick nodded at remembering how she suddenly became reserved during a portion of the night. He had thought he'd said something too base or made too crude of a joke toward her, and after a brief conversation and verification that he was not the source of her sudden downtrodden attitude, things had gone back to normal. It had been one of those moments that resonated with the fox at realizing at the time how much her feelings actually mattered to him. "I was wondering what happened. That makes sense now."

"Yea," Judy said somewhat embarrassed. "I'm sorry, but—"

"Sorry? Why? Don't be. I'm sure I've had my moments like that during our friendship. In fact, I'm positive." Nick's smile slowly weakened as he kept rubbing against her arm. The sudden silence made itself imposing until it was broken by Nick suddenly blurting something out. "What'll happen Monday?"

Judy looked distantly passed him, realizing what he actually meant by that. The thought had occurred to her as well. In fact, it was one that was prominent in her mind. One that ate at her this morning and the previous night. Her own frustration was apparent in her voice as she responded. "I don't know," she finally said. "I guess…I guess we just go back to work and…"

"And pretend nothing happened." The tone of Nick's voice had been venomous and bitter.

This caught Judy off guard, and her ears nearly twitched at hearing it. She looked down at Nick to see that his face, like hers, was somewhat distraught.

She was sick to say it, but what spat from her mouth was the horrid agreement. "Yea…"

Nick nodded. "Thought so…"

"What else can we do?"

"Nothing." Nick sat thinking, concocting ideas, but even with his cleaver wit and ability to snake his way through any situation, he found himself repeating a dreaded truth. "Nothing…we'll just…adapt." He felt her lay her head against his chest and her ears droop against his shoulder.

It felt like a slight defeat, this verbal verification that the metropolis standing for diversity and new thinking would be the penultimate entity standing in the way of their full-blossoming of affection on a public scale. The irony was boggling.

Tracing his paw up her side, he began to rub her neck and cheek. Feeling her tiny breaths beat against him was as close to sanctuary he has ever come to know, and it broke his insides to imagine having to act as though nothing was going on between the two of them when such a massive barrier had finally been broken; it was the equivalent of working the longest shift, aligning the most complex of clues, and capturing the most elusive of criminals only to find that he would have to be released because of inner-working political complications.

Nick's entire life was built around making an image of himself, presenting his characteristics and mannerisms in a way that other animals would find welcoming and trustworthy; however, his current situation with Judy was not worthy of conning or personas. He wanted to be entirely genuine with her, and the idea of faking emotions around others for their own comfortability made him feel slight resentment at the very place he has come to know as a home. But as he thought about this, the more he mused over the possibilities, a sudden recollection of a certain rabbit and hyena popped into his head, floated into view as a reminder of something far greater: contentment. The blissful looks on their faces, the flashing lights blinding out everything else other than their hands clasped together, the closeness of their bodies like Nick was experiencing with his partner at this very moment, all of these memories rushed in and verified something the fox had reminded Judy to nauseating extremes. "Never let them get to you" had never applied so much more than now. It was stupid to think of this now because it had been so clear before. He hadn't even realized a chuckle had escaped his muzzle until Judy's comment entered his ears.

"What're you laughing at?" she asked, sounding slightly woozy as if her body had been mulling over falling asleep on Nick.

"I just thought of something."

"What?"

Nick clicked his tongue. "You remember the two from yesterday? Bentley and Christina?"

"Of course, I do." Judy placed both paws against Nick's chest and rested her chin on them while looking up at Nick's face. "She gave me her number, actually."

"Really?"

"Yea."

"Like…" Nick's brows lowered. "…like to hook up for 'lesbianic' action?"

Judy giggled. "You pervert."

"You love it."

"Do I?"

"I already know the answer to that."

"No, seriously, she said next time we were around, to give her a call. I want to take her up on her offer if we're ever in the Jungle District. She was super-nice!"

Nick recalled his conversation with Bentley and how personable Christina had been. "Yea, they were," he concurred. "That would be pretty cool actually…to hang with them. Someone outside the force."

"Yea, it would. But…what were you saying? What about them made you laugh?"

Nick flashed a toothy grin. "Well…check this out: before we left the concert, I noticed that as the band was playing, Christina and Bentley were holding hands. And not, like, in a friendly fashion, if you catch my drift. I could've sworn they were…"

Smiling, Judy nodded. "I know," she said matter-of-factly. "They're mates…like really serious ones."

Nick cocked an eyebrow at Judy. "How'd you know?" he queried.

"Because she told me," Judy giggled. "We got really gossipy when we left you and Bentley. I mean, we were both a tad bit buzzed and she asked about you and if you were dating me. I said we weren't officially a couple, but I thought that the interest was there. Then she just kind of came right out with it and said she and Bentley were."

"Huh…so…did she say how it happened?"

"Yea. She said that the attraction just sort of happened the more they worked with each other at their tour guide business. One day, they just sort of expressed it."

Nick smiled. "Like us."

"Like us," Judy said with a grin.

"And…" Nick trailed off for a moment, putting a claw up to his muzzle, "How does every day…work?"

"Well…she said they hide it the best they can, but the moments when they don't make it all the better."

"Hmm…sounds nice." He felt Judy tighten herself against his chest.

"I know," she said in a low whisper before setting her head back on his chest.

Laying there, both animals let the moment linger, clasping each other in a warm embrace. What lay with them was something they had not experienced, or if they had, it had been manufactured, not genuine, a façade to fill the moment. But this was real. It was now too real. It was a feeling either had difficulty pinpointing… something colossal that was caught in the middle of infatuation and three terrifying words. So, neither of them spoke for fear of saying those words.

To say those words would be to embrace mystery. To say those words would be to give in.

And they weren't sure they were ready to do that.

At least, not yet.

On 31st and Opus Street, behind the Feral Meat Packing District, a large and often empty building that had long ago been deemed uninhabitable sat like a punished child, mopey and broken and seemingly forgotten by all other citizens of Zootopia. Well…almost all other citizens. Most who were familiar with this section of town knew it to be a highly intensive criminalized area, a cesspool where the underbelly scourge of criminals would congregate and deal and rape and kill.

No one wanted to be near it; it was a place of nightmares which even the Zootopia Police Department had reservations for entering it, and those who did manage to step foot in this jurisdiction were the hardboiled death-wish officers, the ones who would go out in a blaze of glory. Near a concrete slab reserved for trucks to transport goods into the large rusty garage doors, two canines, a dingo and a wolf, idly stood in place, kicking gravel side to side as they awaited instruction from their superior. The call had been very spontaneous and quick. A simple "get 'yer ass over here, now" rather than the usual time and place. It was unusual, yes, but not out of the ordinary considering the recent circumstances.

One of them, the dingo, stood tall and had a yellowish coat of fur packed beneath a dark leather jacket; his muzzle looked slightly mangled, as if he had been in a bad bar fight that resulted in a massive scar embodying the side of his muzzle all the way down to his neck. He reeked of cigarettes and dirt. His partner, not anywhere near better looking or better smelling, had raggedy grey fur that held the appearance one might associate with a drunkard or a vagrant. His unusually long nose jutted out like an anteater, and his eyes seemed to be scanning around with slightly more concern than his counterpart.

A car horn honking in the distance made the wolf jump before he stuffed his paws in his pockets. "Gotta' get here soon, you'd think," he said.

"Yep…" the dingo seemed to be disinterested. From his pocket, he brought out a cigarette which he offered to the wolf.

"Naw, man, that shit gets me jittery."

"More than now?" the dingo asked with a cigarette now hanging from his smiling maw. He rose his eyebrows as if to make his point.

"Yea, yea. Whatever, man. I just don't like it when we're given a call without any idea what the fuck's going on."

"Shit, man, we know what's going on. Isn't it obvious?" The dingo's brows lowered. He almost looked pissed.

"No…no it isn't man. What you got? Spill it!"

"Oh, you don't know?"

"No! That's why I don't like this shit."

The dingo took a long drag of his cigarette before billowing it out in a miniature mushroom cloud. He looked at his partner and cocked the ridge of his brow up in a gossipy state. "Timothy's in the shit." The dingo said.

"Say what?"

"Fuzz got 'im," the dingo replied nonchalantly.

The wolf was silent for a moment. It looked like he had been literally hit by the information. "What!? Like, detained?"

"Try, like, dead." The dingo let the last part sink in. His partner's ears stood up in an aware, nearly fearful state.

"How?"

The dingo shook his head. "Not quite sure. I heard it had something to do with the Apex Predator serial killer. Wrong place, wrong time. Tortured, stabbed, bound, and stuffed into a trunk. It's all a mess. No one seems to know."

"He…" the wolf's eyes scanned around before continuing. "He seemed to be overdue for that though, huh?"

"Too little, too late." The dingo nodded, flashing slightly yellow-tinted fangs to match his coat toward his comrade.

"Good." The wolf was nodding now, comfortable that no one was around.

"Fuck-stick was a stupid perv. Got what was comin' to 'im. He's dead: so what?"

"My thoughts exactly. But…" The gray wolf's ears erected upward.

"But what?" The dingo shook his head before peering over to the wolf. He let the moment drag on for a couple more seconds before reciting the news. "They say Red and the Hare are behind this…behind finding him at least. Thereby, making them on —the—case."

The wolf, looking distant, slowly began to nod. "Shit. Figures…they got anything, you think?"

"Just a place and a time. And a dead sicko bat."

"Fuck…" the wolf shook his head. "That's just enough."

"I know."

"That why…" the wolf trailed off, his eyes squinted into crescent moons, "is that why he's—"

The dingo, as if reading the thoughts of his partner, nodded, and then interrupted with, "Yea. That's exactly why he's coming over. No routine today, bro. This is different. That was his nephew, sicko or not. Shit's 'gonna hit the fan, man."

"Hasn't it already?"

The dingo snuffed out a breath. "Not even by a longshot." The sound of an approaching vehicle echoed across the melancholy buildings. "Shit…" the dingo tossed his cigarette to the ground, "he's comin'. Look alive."

Both animals, in a complete state of routine, stiffened themselves up and held a stagnant look on either of their muzzles. The large black Suburban with tinted windows pulled up to the building, the sound of gravel grumbling between the tires as it came to a slow halt, and from the vehicle burst an array of wolves dressed to the hilt in dark clothes. They all wore shades and seemed to be statuesque in their movements—robots programmed to fulfill one job and one job alone. In a predetermined pattern, they scattered about with protective stances, and from the back seat of the car came a tall figure dressed in a Michael Strahan Striped Navy Suit Jacket. He stepped from the door, two black leather shoes shined spotless and seeming to appear very out of place when set next to the gravel they stood on, and his bat wings were curled up behind him so that he had enough space to exit the vehicle. His face was that of a typical vampire bat —a star-like nose taking up nearly half of his face, two piercingly black eyes devoid of any kind of life behind the dark matter that filled them, shapely ears that were overly sensitive and massive and light pink on the insides. He seemed to be completely business oriented, not an ounce of emotion shown on his triangular mouth which undeniably hid a pair of long, deadly fangs.

Straightening his suit with the small claws on his wings, he stepped forward toward the building. He came upon the dingo and the wolf, stopping and slowly turning toward them. He studied them for a moment before opening his mouth. "Which one of you is Nathaniel?" his voice was smooth like silk yet authoritative.

"Me," the dingo nodded with his head.

"Good. You'll translate. And you," the bat jerked his heard toward the wolf, "Frank, I assume?"

"Yes sir."

"Fantastic. If anything happens, you shoot." The bat brought from his jacket a 9-millimeter Beretta and handed it to the wolf.

Without thinking, the wolf cocked backed the gun and shoved it in his coat pocket, seemingly different in personality as he was before. He gave the bat a quick nod of his head.

All three turned and walked up the concrete slab into building, which now seemed not as mopey because of the company.

She was asking for it.

There was no doubt at this point.

The truth, whether or not it was intended to, leaked through her signals.

The massaging happening for the last fifteen minutes was the proof driving him absolutely bonkers. There was no other reason for what she was doing other than displaying a clear want of his body, and she was even doing this despite her previous mixed emotions. Not only that: it was so damn sensual, too. So minutely erotic in an innocent yet provocative way.

Nick closed his eyes and swallowed the saliva that was building up in his maw, trying with all is competence to not begin panting. If that started, it wouldn't be too long before he couldn't control himself.

At the moment, he was slightly turned so that he was laying on his back while Judy was snuggled against the left side of him, both of her paws atop his chest and her body resting against the cushions of the couch. For the past hour and a half, they had been watching some episodes of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and were dying of laughter at the animal cast before reaching a point of calm; it had been an added bonus for Nick to learn many small-scale details about Judy that they hadn't talked about before, such as her adoration of raunchy comedies. He found the prospect partially sexy that she could laugh at obscene scenes, and the comedy had been a potent aphrodisiac for the two, both of them clutching at one another during the show, which ultimately led to what Nick was feeling now.

Her leg was the culprit giving him all of his current troubles: it was still draped over the front of him and her feet paws would occasionally find their way against his crotch, rubbing up and down in a near voluptuous manner, and while this very well may have been an accident—an innocent motion unintentionally acted upon due to blind comfortability—Nick began drawing the conclusion that she was flat out teasing him. Before reaching this point, though, it had started out with a simple rubbing of her hands against his chest, a motion of exploration he hadn't thought too much of until she began kissing him again. The kissing then turned into another sloppy make-out session which almost left her with her shirt completely removed. Clearly, the attraction between the two was fierce, overtly powerful in a way that perhaps even transcended their previous agreement to take this blooming relationship at a slow pace. It hadn't been long until their tying of tongues subsided, and everything seemed to cool off…that is, until she once again began rubbing against him like she was now.

But what had been his chest before was now something else entirely, and what had started out with her hands was now a set of long, dainty rabbit feet. And he was slowly feeling himself give way. A stirring canine rod began swelling beneath his sheath. He tried not to read into the subtleties too deeply, but it had gotten to the point to where he thought she might be dropping a hint that while there was hesitation to dive into the act of sex itself, she'd be more than willing to experiment in other ways that didn't involve her being stretched beyond what she was used to. Perhaps something dirty, kinky even. Her feet paws? Nick thought about this for a second. After all, she'd been using those quite a bit, and Nick even remembered the first time they were making out when one of them had found its way against the very same spot being explored now. Was that her secret fetish? A sexual desire unconsciously surfacing? The thought of doing something like that hadn't really ever entered Nick's mind before, but if it was something she was into, he would definitely give it a whirl. Hell, at this point, he'd engage in any deviant fantasy of hers.

In realizing this very well could be a reality, Nick suddenly felt his heart beating faster. Immediately, he inwardly cursed at himself because Judy would more than likely feel this due to her paws being all over him. He carefully glanced down to see her eyes were still looking at the television. Jeez, his thoughts breathed out. Close call. Smooth, Wilde. Almost screwed that one up.

He was awarded with a wave of relief hitting him.

They had switched to watching AK/News and the elephant reporter was droning on about the recent B-side gossip circulating the world wide web involving the famous pop singer, Gazelle, who may have been spotted with several different lovers on three separate occasions. The news, which began a little less than a week ago, seemed to be surfacing with a vengeance. According to two unnamed sources, during the most recent tour session across the nation, the paparazzi captured several photos of the alleged lovers and were strategically sitting on the photographs in an attempt to wait for the highest bidder. Supposedly, the pictures that were already leaked online were bad photoshops and had a variety of easily identifiable flaws. At this point, it was all speculation, but that was enough.

That's all it took with someone of Gazelle's social stature. And that had not even been the kicker. The juiciness of the story hindered on the fact that her relationships may very well have been with partners out of her species and, as Glam Magazine put it, "predator-related"—specifically a cheetah, a tiger, and an African wild dog. The ladder of the three had been the major shocker, both animals being long known enemies nearly as prevalent as rabbits and foxes and perhaps even more vicious. As predicted, every news outlet would use the horrible and tact pun of connecting her "Try Everything" single hit with her exploits, and the current newscaster was doing just that…much to Nick's chagrin.

In a way, Nick felt sorry for her partly because he could imagine himself in a similar situation, getting found out by others, being labelled as an outcast because of his horribly powerful attraction to the "enemy" species, and then being pressed until he had no choice but to move elsewhere. It was a disgustingly terrifying prospect and made him hate the lumpy elephant on screen.

"What a bunch of pricks," Nick found himself saying aloud.

"Yea," Judy said calmly, although she was undoubtedly on the same page as him.

He felt her paw caress up and down his chest.

"Who the hell are they to say who she can and can't screw around with?" Nick's query, while directed at Judy, was therapeutically asked to himself as well.

"I know. It's her choice. Besides…she's got the right idea going after hunky predators."

And then, suddenly, he felt it again. Right on cue. A long rabbit foot trailing in an almost circular motion against his crotch, prodding at his sheath.

His ears pinned back, and he swallowed hard while trying to control his breathing. He looked down to see her toes splaying as her feet paws lightly mashed him.

Too much, his mind screamed. Too fuckin' much. Too fuckin' much. Don't pop a rod, dude. Don't do it. Willpower. Fox power. Fox willpower. You're not even into this kind of thing. Yea. Okay, we got this. Yep. Good. No. Wait. Nope. Weak.

You're fuckin' weak—He let out a short breath of pent-up pleasure, immediately afraid she might have heard. He once again sneakily peered over at her and caught glimpse of something that nearly stopped his heart: a feign, slightly seductive smile barely inching across her face. She was still looking at the television, but the look was there plain as day.

His eyes, now wide with understanding, turned to stare straight up at the ceiling.

Ho—ly shit … She was for sure playing this game on purpose. This had been anything but unintentional.

As if realizing she'd been caught, something happened that sent Nick's head into a dizzying, spiral-esque rollercoaster ride, and all he could do was look down as it all played out in front of him: her left foot paw rose, gingerly resting where his balls were, and his crotch was firmly pressed down by the sole of her other foot as if she was trying to grab ahold of him by using nothing but both feet paws in a fantastic display of lagomorph gymnastic capabilities. She lightly tugged up and down, not even paying attention to the fact that Nick's breathing was now coming out in steady wafts, deep at first and then higher pitched as he reached a new state of pleasure, and like a feral animal slowly being awakened, his muzzle ever so slightly snarled, half of his sharp canines revealing themselves in the dimly lit room. Up and down, up and down—this motion continued until she could feel nearly four inches of his rigid member pressed against his thigh and poking from beneath his fox foreskin.

At that point, his size would have been more than enough to satisfy a bunny her stature, but the fact that she could feel he was not even close to being fully aroused made her heart flutter with slight trepidation and curiosity. She suddenly remembered how big he'd gotten while making out with her during the concert; it had been quite a display of canine masculinity, even for a fox. Unconsciously, a question floated in view of her thoughts: had that even been at full length? She pictured the possibilities but immediately realized imagining was pointless because he was right here, stiffening in her tender grasp. Clutching his tie with both paws, she was now using her toes, pressing hard against his shaft like she was trying to milk it in his pants while lightly wiggling her digits, dancing over his length, which now felt radiated with heat even underneath his jeans. Again, she could feel it grow more, this time swelling in girth as well as length. Was it up to six inches now? And it still seemed to be awakening. The fact that his knot hadn't even formed made her realize how much of a chore it would be to eventually get that thing inside her.

Rocking both legs, she guided either of her feet paws to continue caressing long and hard rubs against him, determined to compare how big he was compared to her long feet.

Holy cheese-and-crackers, she thought. He's so hung.

"Ah!" she heard Nick cry out in a sudden unexpected spouting of approval. He hadn't even tried to hide it this time.

Her muzzle was slightly open, her own breaths now coming out in a heightened state of heated arousal. She looked up to see Nick's reaction and found his submissive yet highly predatorial look unfathomably satisfying. "Oh-my-gosh, Mr. Wilde…" she breathed out, her words nearly tripping in her throat. "I…I never thought you'd be such a dirty freak." Nick's eyes opened. She stopped rubbing, giving him some breathing room to respond, although she kept her feet paws pressed firmly against him like a cat toying with its food. It took him a moment to reduce the weak pants that had begun dribbling from his tongue.

"Says the filthy rabbit who initiated this," he breathed out.

A slight flush formed on her face as one of her paws unlatched from his tie and caught wind of how fast his heart was beating. He was positively riled up. It rattled against his ribcage as if it was trying to escape. It took more than a beat for Judy to fire back a response. "I'm just being…creative," she said lamely.

"Bullshit. You've done this before. Back at the concert, remember? I think a nasty fetish has surfaced, Cottontail."

"Well…" Judy looked down at her work, his cloaked erection now extending beyond the length of her feet paws. "You don't seem to mind…"

"Mind? Fuck, Carrots. I'm hoping in a little bit we can continue this but without the pants…" He felt Judy's breath waft against his neck in what sounded like relief, and her ears rose back up to act as collaborative evidence. Thinking about this, Nick realized how perfect his comment had been because denying or even putting down something this deeply intimate developed over time would have been a staggering exercise in traumatic rejection. He could safely say she was anything but a prude, but she still was that same emotionally driven rabbit he adored, and the scene involving him rejecting whatever foreplay she wanted to begin with did not look well in his mind reel.

"M-maybe," she stuttered. "We'll see…"

"Oh, that's just cruel, Fluff. Blue-balls and all."

She giggled, but in her giggle, a trace of naughtiness still lingered.

"So, when did that little tick of yours start?" Nick asked with genuine curiosity. He felt her lightly rub against him as she had been doing before. His maw slightly opened at the sensation. "You've clearly had practice."

"I…I don't know…" her hesitation was now apparent. She suddenly stopped her exploration.

He looked down to see that she had a horribly embarrassed look on her face. It was as if she had been suddenly yanked out of her reverie with the realization of how forward she'd become—forward enough to accidentally engage in an act she may have tried, with a monumental albeit unsuccessful effort, to hide for the longest time.

Nick lifted her muzzle so that she was looking directly at him.

"Carrots, you don't have to feel awkward about it. I don't find it weird at all. In fact," Nick trailed off as he brought his muzzle to hers and let loose a tongue-filled kiss before slightly pulling away from her, "I think a filthy little rabbit is what I need in my life right now. I find that side of you incredibly sexy. I mean, all you have to do is look at my pants to see if I'm lying."

She smiled, a titter escaping her mouth. "Thanks, Slick." She planted a light kiss on his lips before melting into his chest and wrapping her arms around him.

He could feel the giddiness in her body as she hugged him like that for a while then lifted her head so that her eyes met his. "I'm sorry, but…can we pause for a second? I need to get something to drink."

"Sure."

"Want anything?"

"No thanks."

"'Kay." Breaking free from whatever doubts infested her insides, her body seemed to lose the tension built up from the innocent slip-up, and she got off of Nick before padding over to the kitchen, the tender tap of her claws clicking on the tile floor with each step.

He found the sound unusually bawdy after learning about her secret proclivity for using those lower appendages in ways that many other animals wouldn't. On the way over, she lifted her drooping ears with both paws like a female would while wrapping her hair into a ponytail, and her back arched in a very suggestive manner while doing so. Nick caught a glance of her shirt riding up which gave him view of her supple hips and the side of her taut stomach enveloped by creamy white fur that trailed down her navel and beyond. He lightly bit his tongue. Her motions were meticulous, planned out, and painfully girly—fucking down-right hot, in fact—and it made Nick lean his chin atop his paw, unable to take his curious eyes away from every movement she conducted: from the opening of the fridge, to turning her head over toward him, to letting one ear flop over her left eye, to shooting him a brief naughty glance with half-lidded bedroom eyes. He could already feel himself slightly hardening at her look, although it was a short-lived bit of bliss because she quickly turned her attention back to the fridge as if nothing happened. Bringing out a water bottle, she then padded back to the living room, but rather than return directly to the couch, she moved in front of the television and opened one of the drawers below where a variety of DVD's were stacked in alphabetical order.

"So…'wanna watch a movie or something?" she asked a little too innocently while looking down at the films.

Nick shifted slightly on the couch, adjusting his crotch as he brought his line of sight to the floor for a moment.

"Yea, we could do— He stopped mid-sentence as his head rose back up. The sight before him pummeled any speech he had left. The little minx was bending over while looking through the movie selection, and she was absolutely doing it on purpose.

A show.

This was a risqué showing.

Her teardrop tail was standing up to reveal its white bottom as she kept her legs straight and her torso bent down, tracing her paw over each DVD like she was counting the number of seconds she'd remain there, and the perfectly round shape of what she was presenting to Nick made his tongue curve from his mouth as he began very softly panting. He didn't even care at this point if he was heard. One of her legs slightly twisted, bending in a way that made her ass turn to give him a fantastic view of each cheek, and it was only until now that he realized the sheer level of symmetry she possessed. It was true he had ogled that very same behind countless times in the past—sometimes at the office, sometimes while making their daily rounds, sometimes while hanging out…any chance he could get, really—but her wearing such a minuscule getup truly revealed how much effort she'd recently put into maintaining a healthy and perfect roundness to her. He could see, because of how high her shorts hiked up, that the creamy white fur covered a portion of her upper back thighs, tapering off in a somewhat circular pattern as if it encircled her ass cheeks and met up with the whiteness of her tail's bottom. It may have looked like a large splatter of white paint had been thrown against her backside; he didn't know for sure, but what he did know was that he would get a much better view of the pattern if those shorts were gone. His paw nearly rose as if wanting to float over there to get a grip of either side, so he may slowly discard her of those pesky clothing pieces.

Judy turned around, scaring off Nick's fantasy. "What do you think?"

He was at a loss for words. It had almost sounded like she was asking about something other than the movies. Nick was quiet in an attempt to formulate a sentence. "Uh…" he uncomfortably forced from him mouth, afraid he'd been silent for too long. "Well…I don't know…"

"It's okay," she said, putting a paw on her hip. "We don't have to watch one if you don't want to." One of her ears was at a slight, playful bend. "Instead, we could watch some more news, maybe? Listen to them talk about Gazelle and her tiger dancers?"

"Carrots…" Nick said, his tone riddled with helpless defeat.

Ignoring him, she shrugged and then casually walked over to the other side of the couch, putting both knees on the cushioned bottom. Then, in another shrill display of foreplay—Yes, Nick mused, this is foreplay…calculated...this calculated torture has to be leading to something—she tilted her body so that her back was facing him, and as she set the water bottle on the stand next to the couch, she yet again bent over to give him another wonderfully succulent piece of eye-candy. One foot paw was on top of the other, the white bottom of her soles showing while her toes slightly curled to reveal a set of dark grey claws, and her knees were nearly touching each other in order to give him the best possible bend he could ask for—the kind of bend that'd drive any animal into a frothing mess, the kind of bend that begged for a spot to be filled, the kind of bend he'd want to see as he was plowing his cock in and out of her quivering bunny snatch with wanton abandon. He momentary closed his eyes, breathing out a meditative waft of air and attempting to clear his mind before he completely lost control and literally pounced on her. Bunnies, he thought.

Bunnies.

What this softcore game was teaching him was another valuable lesson about delving into uncharted waters. He was now coming to understand not only what it was like exploring pre-mating games with a species unlike his own, but also how these games were a terribly frustrating tug-of-war competition, a creative blend of teasing and suffering all at once; foxes did something similar too, but it was more tail-oriented, but damnit if this wasn't worse: it was a fantastically alluring experience but incredibly strategic as well. And she was a grand master at it. Unlike their witty battles in the police car, she winning this game for sure. He simply couldn't keep up.

"Carrots…" Nick pleaded, his sense of defeat reeking in his tone, "you win, alright? I admit defeat."

Without looking back, Judy playfully asked, "What do you mean?"

"You haven't even opened your water bottle…this…you win this game… alright?"

"Nicholas Wilde, you don't know what you're saying." She curled her toes and shifted her leg again, causing her ass to twist and turn.

Overkill to beat a beaten player. She was bad, this girl.

"You're really pushing it right now," Nick warned. "You pretty much have driven me to my limit. Like…I'm serious. I'd be careful before…" he stopped, unable to finish his sentence.

He could hear Judy breathe out. It sounded sharp, uncontained. In fact, it almost sounded...lusty. He saw her legs slightly shift, and she switched the placement of her feet paws so that the other was now on top. Within a matter of seconds, she seemed to gain her composure.

Then it came. The green light he was waiting for.

"You know," she said mock matter-of-factly, "I think I know why Gazelle goes for predators. I bet their tongues are really rough."

"What!?" Nick's teeth flashed in shock as his eyes bugged out. "What'd you just say!?"

"Predator tongues. Good for eating the right stuff…big, long, slick…warm and wet…"

It felt like a zap of lightning struck him. In no fucking way was this a subtle hint.

No way, no how. You couldn't be any clearer than that. This was virtually an open invitation. A full-on request from her to him. And it more than likely involved his tongue. He breathed out deeply, feeling his instincts kicking in full force. Without thinking about it and with a pinpoint's worth of control, his body rose up so that he was only on his knees, and he used them to crawl toward her.

All expectations, all sense of control was thrown out the window as his paws found themselves grasping either side of her buttocks, the feel of her thin waist soft beneath his black claws which were now lightly pressed against her fur.

Releasing a tiny gasp, she seemed to stiffen up slightly, not in a way that demonstrated dismissal but rather in a way that screamed of anxiousness and anticipation. She felt firm yet delicate to his touch—a perfect combination of meat and muscle. Perfect prey. Perfect, tenderized, fuckable PREY. As a response to his forwardness, he could hear her breathing becoming heavy with intimacy, both of her hips now slightly rocking from side to side as if giving him a mini dance, and it didn't help any that she swung her head in his direction, both ears flushed and flopping to the side, to reveal half-lidded purple eyes screaming with desire. It had been such a sexy move on her part that Nick nearly exploded right then and there. The look on her face was plastered with so much sexual tension that his erection was already at full mass, painfully pressing against his thigh and trailing down at a more than impressive length. His tongue lolled out from his muzzle as he desperately pressed his hardon against Judy's backside. The huge lump beneath his jeans could no doubt be felt by her because she immediately let out a light gasp of built up ecstasy. To drive the point home further, he leaned his torso over her back so that his muzzle was directly against her right ear.

The words oozed from him.

"Those tigers got nothing on me, Carrots. And as a punishment for your constant teasing, I'm gonna' make you cum so fucking hard with this fox tongue that you won't ever want to talk about another predator again."

Judy closed both eyes and let out a small whine that she captured by putting her paw against her mouth. Holy shit were the words that battered themselves into her mind. This was really happening right now, and she couldn't believe it. This was happening. Nick Wilde, the fox that haunted every one of her darkest, intimate fantasies, was going to turn her into a sloppy mess of twitching nerves by eating her out with that long, superb tongue of his. Her eyes opened. From her peripheral vision, she saw a large set of canine fangs flashing in a grin of dominance, a perfect image to every scene she secretly imagined while masturbating where a well-hung beast like him leaned over her and let himself take over in the dirtiest of ways he knew how. Still bent over, her back arched as her paw found its way to Nick's fangs. She bit her lip, stifling another cry of pleasure, and she grabbed ahold of his lower mandible so that she may feel the sharpness of his teeth against her tiny fingers, rubbing them up and down against his canines and molars, letting them press against her sensitive flesh. Her eyes were now closed again, her hips rocking back and forth, and as if catching on to Judy's predator-prey scenario, Nick's tongue began to caress against her paw in long strokes, twining its way between each finger as if playing with his food.

Her breathing was shallow now, almost as if she was actually being penetrated.

She could suddenly feel him grip her hips harder and grind his crotch against her ass with heavy force, so much so that she envisioned him knotted completely in her and what it would feel like, what it would sound like with his heavy pants and growling and balls slapping against her as he let loose short, desperate thrusts before nutting a hot, sticky fox load in her bunny pussy. She was so horny right now that she could feel every warm, moist, liquid-sex feeling residing in her core fling themselves from her mouth in a single word that served as a perfect metaphor for the moment.

"Fuck…" she nearly whispered, letting go of Nick's lower jaw.

Nick's response was to grind down against her backside in an almost circular motion, similar to what she had been doing to him with her feet paws.

This time, Judy couldn't help herself and let a whimper escape her mouth without blocking it. It was loud, high-pitched, and oozed with desire.

"You okay, Carrots?" Nick whispered, his voice still heavy with seduction.

"Y-yes," she breathed out. "I'm…I'm just so…" she stopped not even able to finish.

"If you think this is good, wait until I start lapping at your little pussy. I'm gonna' slide my tongue around your clit so slowly that you won't know what to do with yourself."

"Ohhhhh…" she pushed her hips back, initiating her own grind against the predator locked against her. She wanted it badly, wanted him badly.

"Do you trust me?" he asked. She felt him lightly nip at the soft flesh of her right ear.

"Yea…" she said weakly.

"Good. Now, you be a good little bunny and just stay in that position. Don't move a muscle. I'll take care of the rest."

She could feel Nick's ridged member beneath his jeans pull away from against her backside and his paws vanish after unlatching her sides. For a moment, she felt a sudden rush of regret, a sense of disappointment that the position of foreplay he had her in was over, but just as soon as the invading feeling had entered her mind, it left with no trace remaining right at the point when Nick's claws dug beneath her shorts and slowly pulled them down to her ankles and then passed her curled toes. Had she not been so strung up with molten want, she would have felt the slight coolness to the room against her rump, which happened to be covered by nothing more than a very lacy, red G-string thong.

On Nick's end, he was utterly and completely awestruck. Apart from their little game today, the fact that he'd checked her ass out many times before and still managed to have his mind nearly reel inward at seeing this was a true testament to her refinement—it was just as he had imagined when fantasizing about her before going out to drinks at the Black Raven. And he had been spot on, too: the color definitely did accentuate the grey toned fur that softly meshed into pure white toward the middle of each cheek, trailing its way between her delicious thighs. Her teardrop tail was in the air and was a perfect viewing combination for the exquisite ass that was presenting itself to Nick. It looked fucking gorgeous. Robust yet filled. He let his paws trace up her left ass cheek and then gently lifted the portion of the thong that wrapped around her waist, letting it hang by one of his index finger's claws.

"Now, Carrots," he started, the thumping in his chest rocketing against its confined ribs, "these are quite naughty. For someone who didn't seem too sure of herself earlier, I find it fascinating she's wearing such a lacy 'fuck-me' thong."

"Shut up, stupid fox," she moaned out.

Nick's paws explored further, grasping either of her cheeks. He ran his paws up and down them, clenching the firmness of what could only be described as a flawless ass, and in a moment of pure sexual curiosity, unable to restrain himself, he spread both cheeks apart, the lace of the thong falling in between what he could see was an extremely lubricated and hot bunny pussy and a perfectly formed butthole, both of which was no doubt tighter than anything he would ever be able to imagine. His breathing was wafting from his maw in uncontrollable bursts: now he was full-on panting with no restraint. His control was barely in his grasp. He began formulating plans of what he might do, how he might coax her into different scenarios—perhaps he could even manage to eat her box so well that he could sneak his finger or tongue in that perfect asshole to get a feel for how kinky she was willing to be in a moment of pure ecstasy.

While his thoughts were running rampant, they were interrupted by a sudden motion: as if having a mind of its own, and without warning, Nick's paw fingers straightened and slapped one of Judy's butt cheeks, a light clap filling the room immediately followed by a half-pleasurable, half-shocked moan from her. Quite shocked with himself, Nick's tail fluffed out and his ears pinned back as he remained still for a moment, unsure how she would respond. Nothing. No protest. In fact, she seemed to…like it? His heart went back to pounding. To test this newly found theory out, with his other hand, he lightly slapped her other ass cheek.

Again, she moaned, but it was even louder this time. He squeezed both cheeks and then spread them apart again, getting another view of the dampening spot he'd meticulously massage with his tongue after their extended round of foreplay ended.

Feeling good with himself, Nick cockily smiled at realizing he was winning this round of the game.

Never in his life did he let a moment of sexuality lag on as long as it had been with Judy right now. It was beautifully frustrating; an act he actually wanted to carry out. It wasn't that he was a selfish lover by any means, nor was it that he was not experienced enough to build up to a steady crescendo of heavy petting, but his past resume of sexual exploits did not involve someone as impacting as the rabbit that was bent over before him. His current actions with Judy was something that was organically happening, puzzle pieces rearranging into the perfect picture. In the past, he'd been fairly quick to get into the act of sex with his girlfriends and one-night trysts, but Judy was different, and it was not only because she was a different species. She was different in an emotional sense, different in how he perceived her as an animal. He'd thought of her as a reserved country bunny at one time, specifically ever since seeing her reaction at the Mystic Springs Oasis club (the enshrouding embarrassment that had been displayed over her face had made him smile at how naïve she'd been to the idea of something as simple as a naturist club) but now, seeing her like this, feeling her body language demanding more of his gropes and slaps like a bitch in heat, he admitted that he'd been conned pretty well. She was an entirely different rabbit than initially perceived, projecting a predatorial sexuality akin to Nick's own. In fact, the desire may have been stronger, which almost worried him…well…almost.

His fully gorged erection and forming knot didn't seem to mind. He couldn't help but wonder if all rabbits were like this. Was this a "Judy" thing or a "lagomorph-in-general" thing? The answer might forever remain a mystery, but what he did know for sure was that right now he wanted to please her more than ever. He wanted to melt her into a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss and then dip her right back into that puddle just to see her face erupt in euphoria. He wanted to hear her cry his name out and beg him to continue. He wanted to do every filthy thing he could imagine with her and then some.

A new idea formed in his mind.

With his right paw, he cupped his fingers and slowly caressed them up and down the spot of Judy's thong that was so wet.

Immediately, she let out a shrill cry of pleasure.

"Oh! Ah! Ohhhhh…nyaaaa!" Her moans mixed together in a wonderful language.

Nick continued kneading up and down in a firm yet controlled rhythm. His middle finger found its way between her pussy, pushing the fabric of her thong against her own skin and resting in between her labia vertically. Just based on that simple motion alone, he could feel how incredibly tight she was going to be when he eventually penetrated her. Stiflingly tight. A squeeze unlike any other. It would no doubt make any and every sexual experience he's ever had seem trivial, completely meaningless, and in realizing this, he felt himself momentarily wobble into lightheadedness at the thought of his cock buried deep within that rabbit hole. How quickly he would cum could be anybody's guess, but he deduced that it would be one hell of a battle to extend their mating beyond a minute.

His rubbing continued, spurring on another set of bunny moans.

Without thinking, a question escaped his maw.

"You like big predator paws feeling you up?" He breathed out.

"Uh-huh," she cried out in a near shout while nodding her head. She hadn't even looked back as if begging him to continue.

He lightly clapped her left cheek again with his paw. A mixed whine was her response. This time it was pushed out of her in a way that made him think she'd had a mini orgasm.

Music to his ears.

Fuck…she's a dirty bunny, Nick's mind inwardly celebrated. A dirty, filthy little girl. You won the lottery, my friend.

Again, Nick leaned over so that his muzzle was right next to Judy's face. He gave her a long lick starting at the base of her neck and up to her cheek.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson for having mentioned another predator around me," he whispered.

"Ohhh…teach me, baby," she cooed.

Those words did it for Nick. Like flint pieces colliding, a flame began to rage from the falling sparks. Her submissive response, the cause of this magnificent building fire, broke the barrier holding back whatever predatorial side of his he had been suppressed, and a mass rush of oxytocin coursed in his mind as he began frantically unwinding his tie followed by the unbuttoning of his shirt, which was nearly ripped to shreds by his claws due to how frantic his motions were. Tossing his attire to the side of the couch, he unfastened his jeans and pulled the zipper down in order to give his raging hardon some breathing room.

Hearing the noise, Judy looked back with an agape mouth to see that Nick's shirt was completely off and what remained was the best possible pornographic snapshot she could imagine: an overpowering fox towered behind her, well-muscled, toned in the manner of a slim swimmer, a beautiful set of abs flexing underneath the light-orange fur of his abdomen, and she could see his arms ripple as he leaned on them and relieved her of the thong blocking her quivering genitalia by use of nothing more than his sharp teeth. A long string of sticky lubrication that had built up from her arousal connected to the inner portion of her thong and extended itself, slopping across Nick's muzzle as his fangs guided the thin garment down. Frustration pushed its way in view, and she could feel him roughly grab ahold of both of her ankles with one paw, lifting them up so that he could use his mouth to quickly yank away her thong, which he did with fierce determination. The passionate yet firm act was such a domineering display of canine ownership that she couldn't help but breathe out her approval. His tongue slopped from his mouth while he panted and was connected to a long trail of saliva that began dribbling down to the couch cushion—the organ looked so long and red, almost like how his dick would be, and she desperately wanted it to be lapping at her pussy, soaking her folds in predator saliva.

So, she let him know.

"Mmmh, c'mon, Slick," she said, pleading plaguing her voice, "get to work."

Without a word, Nick grabbed her bare hips and pulled her toward the middle of the couch, turning her so that her rump was facing the television, and he set his knees against the carpet as to get the best possible vantage point between him and his target. Both of his paws grasped at the highest portion of her thighs, the size difference between both species clearly indicated by how his fingers nearly reached all the way around the meat. He firmly held her in place, maintaining complete control. Opening his maw and hovering it in front of her ass, his hot wafts of breath blew against the creamy white fur in frenzied bursts, and he then gently pressed the top row of his teeth against her cheeks so that he could let his tongue gloss along her pussy. Immediately, his nerves were enveloped in syrupy heat, and a strong taste of bunny lubricant—sweet like nectar due to her diet of fruits and vegetables—overwhelmed his sense of taste. He lightly began to lap her like he was a dog drinking water from a bowl. She lost her mind. The response from her was a long and loud moan unlike any she'd expressed yet, and Nick could feel her squirming but gripped his paws harder, his claws pressing against the flesh of her inner thighs as a reminder of who was in charge. Careful not to be too rough or lose his sense of rhythm, Nick knew from experience the best thing would be to stick to a single pace and continue that way; acting crazy or digging too deep would do nothing for her, especially if he neglected to massage her clit, so he did. He continued lapping at a moderate pace—up, down, up, down, meticulous and well-designed motions, making sure to take extra time to slide along the small nub atop her labia with careful consideration, and as he did this, his breath acted as a tiny stimulant by fluttering against her tiny asshole.

Judy seemed to be so overwhelmed that her upper torso was twisting and turning, her head attempting to look back at him only to feebly drop in lost euphoria, and he could hear her moans turn into muffles as she clamped her auxiliary incisors down on the back cushion of the couch.

Ohh…even better; a little pillow-biter, too, he thought. He continued eating her out for the next two-and-a-half minutes, keeping his consistent pace at an almost mechanical precision, and it only took ten more seconds before her whole body shivered and bucked, her knees knocking together and her toes curling as one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever experienced rocked her world into a gooey mush puddle. She had unclamped from the couch and wailed out a series of moans that escalated in sound with every breath she took, ending on a squealing high note that made Nick's pre-cum-moistened erection bob up, only to be painfully obstructed by his pants. She continued crying out, each expression of approval dying down with the next, until she was a mess of excited breaths. Nick cockily grinned, thinking, Nick: 0—Judy: 1. This part of the game he wanted to lose badly, and he would try his hardest to make that happen. Without thinking, his tongue continued lapping, but he was met with a response that made him stop almost immediately.

"Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait, stop! No, stop!" Judy whined out, her voice still filled with post-orgasmic bliss.

Nick's ears stood up, and he jutted his head upward. A long string of saliva still connected from his mouth to Judy's crotch.

"What's wrong?" he asked with genuine concern.

"Ah, ah, ah…" Judy sounded like she'd just run around the border of Zootopia ten times. "It's…ah…it's…really…ah…s-sensitive…after…ah…always…ah…"

"Oh," Nick said, relived he hadn't hurt her.

It took a second for what she said to fully register, but when it did, Nick got a nasty idea. A wonderfully nasty idea.

His ears slightly lowered, finding themselves pinned back entirely to accompany a long and devious smile spread across his muzzle.

"I'll make due with something else while we're waiting," he said.

Before she could ask or deduce what he meant, she felt his paws retain the same firm grip they had on her thighs as before, and a hot, moist sensation unexpectedly rolled over her anus, sending a high-pitched, shocked gasp flinging from her mouth. She arched her back, managing to turn her head and get a glimpse of Nick carefully trailing his tongue along her asshole at an upward motion, making sure to not withdraw it in any way so that it felt like a constant massage to her. The sensation was riveting. She then felt the tip of his tongue wind around the rim and lightly dip inside, teasing the opening. His ingenious plan was working well—the fact that she'd been so overwhelmed with her first orgasm left her with little room to object to his preoccupied actions, and this was made even more apparent by the way her breathing was beginning to reach the same state it had when he had first started licking her folds.

She liked this.

It was clear. The dirty, filthy, kinky bunny was caught again, but this time, she didn't recoil from embarrassment.

From his perspective, Nick was unquestionably loving every second of his backdoor exploration; her cleanliness was impeccable and there was not a hint of unwanted taste or smell as he edged in deeper with every new flex of his tongue. It was incredibly tight, too—unimaginably tight— and he could feel the beautiful hole pucker as his twirling organ snaked down it nearly an inch and a half in length. Unlatching his left paw from Judy's thigh, he brought his middle finger up to her clit and slowly began to massage it in rough circular strokes, making sure to be meticulous with how consistent his motions were. Her sudden moan was followed by another clench of her butthole around his tongue. His teeth flashed in an open-mouth smile, and Nick knew this was how he'd want to make her cum for round two.

With his tongue up her ass.

He was literally going to make Judy cum with his tongue up her ass.

"Ahhhhh…oh shhhit..." she whispered. Using the side of her finger, she bit down on her paw and looked back at Nick with half-lidded eyes.

He could feel her rocking back against his tongue, her hips convulsing to try and keep up with his digit so wonderfully prodding at her clit, and in a moment of foggy pleasure, she arched her back and managed to swiftly and flexibly use both paws to completely remove her shirt and bra, tossing them both behind the couch like one would discard trash. She hadn't been kidding when telling him that rabbits were incredibly horny. It all seemed to be leaking out into the open now. Even with his mind zoned in on getting her to orgasm again, the curious part of his brain convinced his other paw to unlatch from her thigh and slither up to her chest, which it did before lightly squeezing one of her breasts. They weren't very large, but they felt incredibly perky, and this elicited another moan from her. Her own paw pressed against his, guiding him in the motion she'd like him to rub her breast, so he followed suit, using his three appendages to conduct a complex series of stimulations that complimented one another ridiculously well.

Judy was already on Cloud Nine, her breathing reaching a heightened state where every other exhalation was a loud whine, and hearing this made Nick dip his tongue in and out of her puckering hole like a dildo with fast rhythm. He continued doing this for what felt like a minute before getting authentically frustrated with the bobbing of his confined erection, so he very sneakily managed to withdraw the paw on Judy's breast, bring it down to his pants, and lower the bothersome clothing (underwear included) to his knees so that his boner broke completely free from its penitentiary. It was throbbing; a thick and long tool of red nerves so large in size that it slightly jutted downward, unable to support its own weight caused by the large knot that was forming at its base. Pre-cum oozed from its tip and drizzled its way to the carpet like juicy icing. Feeling much better with himself, Nick found his second wind and continued pleasing Judy with new conviction. It took him another two minutes to give her another point.

"Oh…ffffuck! I'm gonna' cum, baby. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stah—" Judy let loose.

Nick: 0—Judy: 2.

He felt her anus contract around his tongue and her pussy quiver as his finger continued encircling her clit only until she stopped squirming. Her moans, like before, filled the room, perhaps even breaking through the walls to her neighbors in a proud cry of shameless joy that got them wondering what possibly could be going on next door, and the little squeals that followed were sounds Nick already learned to love. A squealer, a pillow-biter, a dirty talker—she was one hell of a sex fiend. Pulling away, he wanted to see the scope of his mighty work: her ass was a sloppy mess now; soaked around her puckering rectum, saliva glistened in the light and trailed all the way down to her box, some even still connecting to Nick's panting maw, and her hands were resting against the couch beneath her stomach almost as if they had completely lost all life to them. Nick's paw trailed up to her right butt cheek and he gave it a good slap; the motion was a little harder than he anticipated, but she didn't even really give much of a reaction, having been completely enveloped in the aftermath of her second orgasm, this one being just as good as the first. As if enacting a slight apology, he let that very same paw rub alongside the cheek he had just whacked and gently squeeze it.

He couldn't take his eyes from the sight.

Worship.

That was the word that manifested in view of him.

He wanted to worship that ass.

It was perfect in every way, and seeing it like this, seeing it as a used, gooey mess and bare and open to him, made him only want to dive right back in. How he would last longer than thirty seconds in that stunning tunnel would be a feat unto his own. His heart fluttered at realizing he was legitimately getting off at making her cum without the use of his penis. He hadn't even bothered touching himself—it was an endurance of anticipation, a newfound edging into his own orgasm, and he wanted more before he shot his wad.

He wanted in there deeper.

Yes, deeper.

Down there. Now.

He grabbed both of her hips and twisted them so that she was now laying on her back and facing him. He gripped her legs by the tops of their calves, opposite of her knees, and pushed them aside so that she was spread-eagle like a gymnast, exposed in an undeniably vulnerable way. The look on her face was curiosity blended with enraptured afterglow, and the sight of her biting her lip now only drove Nick into a further state of primal craziness. Her stomach was rising and falling in synch with her rapid breathing, and he could now see a perfect view of her perky little tits; they actually looked surprisingly large for a rabbit, which wasn't saying much of course, but he couldn't help but wonder how she seemed to hide them while wearing her uniform. Still managing to hold either of her legs in place, Nick shifted his knees forward and leaned into her so that he could bring his muzzle atop one of her breasts, and his own rough tongue lapped one of her tiny, perked nipples, which elicited a loud moan from her—he then grazed his teeth over the flesh with just enough pressure to remind her that she was dealing with a predator, keeping his rough tongue at a moderate pace as it swept back and forth against her nipple analogous to how he massaged her clit. He could feel her paws rest behind his head, slightly pushing his muzzle against her as she sharply gasped, only enabling his actions to continue, but he knew better than to just immediately start going into a licking frenzy and kept the consistent pace going with his tongue just like how he ate her out during their very first sexual experience together. Be specific, don't rush; that was the game. Slow and steady.

Her increase in breathing told him exactly what to do, and he followed it like a guide. Every so often, he would let his lips softly curl around her miniscule areola and he'd make a very delicate sucking motion against her, but just as swiftly, as to not disrupt the ebb and flow of his pleasuring of her, his tongue found itself back to business, moving up and down again with such a methodical rhythm that she may very well cum without even touching her vagina. He could tell he was doing a fine job based on how her breathing was quicker, higher pitched, and how moans would unintentionally spring from her mouth in a geyser effect.

Judy's paws found their way to his chest, squeezing tufts of fur and exploring his muscles, and she got glimpse of how huge his dick was. It was right now resting up on the couch, nearly touching her rump, and her insides tightened at seeing the large the forming knot as it pulsed, heavily engorged with blood. His balls, which lazily hunkered on the couch cushion below, were full and looked like the size of two plums; they were a color very similar to the light orange coat staining his chest and had very fine, miniscule hair around them save for the tops, which meshed into regular threads. She'd only seen canine penises on pornographic sites, but the ones that she had seen did not fare to how wonderfully shaped Nick's was: its color was a deep red shade with a slightly purplish hue splattered about at the tapered tip, which came out to a small point, and without even counting the knot, it looked as though it rested anywhere between seven to seven-and-a-half inches in length. Her old boyfriends had been virtually nonexistent in comparison to the sheer size Nick displayed and that wasn't even counting his girth; her mind raced at thinking what it would feel like to grab ahold of it, to slide her paws along its length, to milk the bulbous orb at its root in circular jerks and hear how he might react. Her inquiring thoughts programmed her to reach her paws out and graze his length, but before she could get a good enough feel, she felt Nick's teeth lightly clamp onto her breast and a low but thunderous growl escape from his throat. Shocked, she withdrew her hand like it had been burned.

He pulled his torso slightly away and brought his muzzle millimeters away from her face in an almost threatening motion. "No! You don't have permission to touch that yet," Nick scolded.

Judy's mouth was open in a mild smile coated with more arousal than amusement. "Why?" she asked.

"You haven't learned your lesson yet, rabbit. I'm the predator here. I get to say what goes."

"Mmm…"

He felt her legs pull from side to side, almost as if she was acting like she wanted to get away. His grip tightened around her legs, his claws legitimately scratching against her flesh. She closed her eyes at this feeling. It was so hot to her, this little play-acting scene, and it made the experience all the more rousing that she was fully spread and just waiting for him to make whatever move he wanted. And he could. He could claim her right now if he wanted—legitimately, relentlessly, for as long as he wished—and she truly could not do a thing about it. He felt so strong to her, too, so in control of the situation. It was making her wetter than ever.

"There's no escape, little Cottontail. I'll do what I want to you."

"Mmh…what're you gonna' do?"

Nick's teeth flashed. "I'm having bunny for lunch, that's what."

"Ohhh…please don't eat me."

"I'll eat what I want." Nick gave her a little nip at her ear, which she fully welcomed. "What can you do about it?"

"N-nothing…" Judy whimpered as Nick's tongue trailed from her chest to her cheek.

"That's right," he said. "But first, before I eat, you have to be tenderized. And…" Nick slid his paws up to her ankles, still making sure she was spread wide. "I think I know exactly where to start."

Judy remained slightly confused. She watched with piqued fascination, unable to register what he was about to do…until it was done.

She gasped.

In her wildest fantasies, Judy hadn't imagined Nick being so bold as to amuse her with an abnormal act that she secretly found arousing, but it looked as though he was doing just that: starting at the base of her right foot, Nick trailed his tongue all the way up to the tips of her three toes, pressing his lips against the white fur of her soles and grazing his teeth along the skin as he climbed upward, the taste of salty rabbit flesh filling his maw in the process. His hot breath covered her feet as he enveloped one of her toes by putting it in his mouth and lightly sucking on it, washing his tongue around the digit and even gently grazing the gray claw it possessed. Utterly taken aback, Judy could only watch with an open muzzle, her eyes wide with amazement at her fetish being fulfilled, and it hadn't taken long until her paw travelled down to her privates and began to coax herself, her eyes lazily drooping down after fully committing to the new position and realizing Nick was actually going through with this.

Moving from toe to toe, Nick gave her a wonderful tongue bath before starting at the base of her foot again and crawling his way back up. Judy twitched, her exhalations matching the building pleasure she was feeling, and small squeals of delight shot from her like fireworks as he made sure to suck very lightly before moving on to another digit. She could feel Nick take both of her ankles and press them together in line with her head, taking his time to move that wonderful tongue across foot paw to foot paw and give each one equal amount of dedication—at this point, he could have penetrated her very easily, which, in the perfect world, would have happened…having him lick her feet paws as they were pressed together and fuck her at the same time would have been the pivotal magnum opus to this tryst; however, Judy was not yet ready for such an action, so she settled for slightly less. Ecstatic that he was doing this, she heard the sound of his smacking lips against her flesh fill the room and a loud cry of satisfaction unintentionally burst from her as his tongue wrapped around another toe. She curled them while they were in his mouth and she felt the sharp points of his teeth press against her. And then his strategy shifted. She felt the warmness of his tongue move from her feet to her calves, and then it began to snake down her thighs as he pushed either of her legs apart again, splaying her out for the best possible access to her pussy.

"Mmm…filthy bunny needs to be cleaned," he tantalized.

Judy's back arched as he dug in, his tongue once again flipping up and down against the most sensitive part of her genitals, and she reached her paws up to her own ankles and supported them so that she could remain as open as possible for her hunky vulpine. He took that opportunity to divert from his calculated strategy and dig his tongue down her hole and lap around with sloppy chomps, saliva raining on her vagina and the flesh around it with sucking and schlepping noises. His teeth clamped down against her naval as his manipulation continued, and the sight of him gorging himself with her lower body made her picture those teeth indentations against her naval staying there like an ownership tattoo, a public display that she was property of canines and canines only. Any perversion she previous felt for her unnatural feelings toward another species had been utterly destroyed at this point, never to be felt again. An abolishment of preconceived notions; free and free again. Judy closed her eyes and melted in the moment. This display of affection continued for the next twenty minutes: Nick would carefully munch on her pussy in ways that she never thought possible, and he would make sure that every single time he pressed her into a new position that she'd cum before twisting her into a new position almost as freely as one would move furniture. He would grab her legs and push them aside, every so often licking at her feet paws during the transitional period, and then he was right back at it, pleasing her with such voracity, with such dogged determination that she could not imagine ever feeling the way she was feeling with another animal. It was godlike, this creative wonder that was set before her, and with every new orgasm, she lost her sense of reality, dropping into a wonderful oasis of pink bliss like a famished, desert-wanderer stumbling across salvation. How anyone could ever want a traditional partner was a mystery to her at this point.

And it all came rushing at her in a hot, sticky mess.

Another after another after another.

Pleasing a rabbit sexually was a monumental task, but Nick Wilde was knocking it out of the park.

Nick: 0—Judy: 7 The game was a blowout—at this point, he was getting his ass handed to him.

After an additional particularly hard orgasm, Judy held onto his muzzle with her paws, a weak but necessary barrier between him gobbling her again before she could recover.

"Hah, hah, hah, hold up…hah, hold up. Wait, Nick. You damn beast…" Nick's expression lost somewhat of its animal look and softened with pride.

"Need a break?" he asked.

"Y-yes…" Judy breathed out.

"Okay."

She felt him rise, standing straight up, and saw that he was still fully erect, a long drip of precum attached from his tip and trailing toward the floor. She could also see that the fur on his thighs had been matted, pressed down and darker in color from being soaked with that very same pent-up fluid, no doubt the cause being from his member bumping and resting against his own skin, crying out for someone or something to stimulate it beyond innocent presses as he had been shifting her about. Taking the water bottle that she had set on the stand next to the couch, he drank a long swig before offering it to her. She complied, feeling starved from so much vocal approval and squeals. After downing the rest of it, she set the empty bottle back on the stand and simply stared at his body while catching her breath. His reaction of slight detachment as soon as she asked for a break aroused her. It was like he was a sex-god whose lowly servant asked for a reprieve, to which he preoccupied himself until the new session would begin.

His tail swished from side to side, and she saw him take his arm and reach it behind his back, the black fur of his paws trailing up toward the middle of his forearm looking surprisingly sexy to her as he proceeded to stretch either arm, probably not even aware of the fact that he was, in a way, giving her a bit of a show right now. He was a devil in disguise. That much she knew at this point. A true silver-tongue, suave and incredibly sexy. A competitive notion manifested itself within her frame of thought, and right then and there she not only knew but also wanted to repay him for his marvelous performance. After all, he had just made her bust in his face eight times in what felt like a mere thirty minutes—no one has ever managed to even trickle in a league such as that—so her sudden desire to please him was not unfounded. She'd come to terms with the fact that what he had just done to her was beyond words for her at this point. It was unheard and unimaginable. But it was not simply proper consideration that caused Judy to want to crawl over and make use of her mouth like he had. No, nothing like that. The truth was that a newfound lust to make him moan and howl and growl actually enveloped her, and she realized that she legitimately found his erection ridiculously attractive, even with it being quite intimidating in size. She wanted to see if she could turn him into a begging dog, a panting mess.

Picturing that an animal such as her could possibly make a large beast like him whine and blow his huge load was a turn on that nearly made her ready for him to dive back in.

No, she thought. That's selfish. He's so swollen. It's his turn.

Nick turned his head toward the ceiling while letting out a waft of air as he finished stretching his arms, and his eyes curiously opened as soon as he felt a set of soft paws rest on either of his thighs. Judy had crawled from the couch and was now sitting on it with a straight posture to her back, her ears raised in curiosity as they reached below Nick's pecs, and she very softly began rubbing the flesh on the front of his thighs, feeling the muscles beneath and how they flexed in reaction to her touch. He hadn't a voice at this moment; it was locked in his chest, so there was no query as to what Judy planned on doing, but he knew well enough that just based on the seductive look encompassing her face, she was ready to shift this game to her control. Her paws rubbing his thighs slowly moved inward against his matted fur until they were lightly squeezing his balls, her fingers rolling around each one and tugging them downward; it was a massage that caused his shaft to painfully throb with each beat of his heart, and he let out a sharp gasp, his head looking down at the rabbit below. He could hear her whisper "God, Slick, they're so full" before she went back to tugging and rolling them in her paws, feeling how plump and smooth they were in comparison to his regular fur.

Before he could think of how good this sensation felt, his teeth ground down against each other as one of her paws found its place partially around his knot—it was so big at this point, so ballooned with blood and desire to tie, that she could not grasp it fully unless she took her other paw and made a large circle with her thumb and index finger. She took both paws and began to encircle the knot, kneading it from its base to its side to its top, and what really got his blood flowing was when he could feel one paw's slender fingers wrap around his shaft. He was now being grasped by his knot and shaft simultaneously, a wonderful combination that was made even more perfect when she slowly, deliberately, began milking his dick, jerking him in a firm grasp that caused his chest to heave up and down with heavy breaths. The sound of his precum slopping in her paw and against his own soaked penis coincided with every jerk she gave him; a loud, wet, messy sound that was just as wonderful in feeling as it was to the ears. He'd had plenty of time to build up a decent amount of fluids, and right now his soaked member acted as an amazing lubricant for Judy's paws. The fingers around his knot suddenly dropped and began to roll his balls around while continuing to milk him.

"Ah!" Nick sharply cried out, his maw opening in pure, radiant bliss. He looked down, both of his eyes nearly closed, and saw that Judy had a devious look on her face.

Without a word, her jerking stopped, and she rose from the couch, grabbing ahold of the backside of his knot. The connective flesh behind the base of the bulbous orb was in between her fingers, giving her complete control of the entire organ, so she turned her body, looking back sexily at him and cooed "C'mon, boy" like one would talk to a dog as she yanked on it. Nick's ears pinned back, and his tongue hung from his mouth while he played ball, literally letting this little rabbit guide him around the apartment by his erect shaft. A long, deep moan rose from his chest as his legs moved with her guidance, her paw rolling around the slick orb to tease him. He felt his tail swish madly from side to side as if it didn't know how to react to what was happening. It was such a hot move for her to conduct, to be guiding him like this, and Nick's mind was utterly clouded, causing him to heave breaths as she led him into the bedroom, occasionally looking back and shooting him seductive glances.

When they entered the door to her bedroom, as if to drive the point home, she let her paw slide from the root of his cock to the tapered tip, giving him a steady and hard jerk before bringing her fingers back to their original starting point, locking him in her grasp. Nick was sent into another uncontrollable fit of pants; his tongue leapt in small bounces and drool fell from his maw and onto his chest. A low growl formed in his throat as his teeth flared. It made her so hot to think of having this type of control over him, turning him into nothing more than a wanting dog at her whim; although, it was no surprise either: the canine part of his brain had been only reacting to the succumbing nature of being tamed, a kind of ancient feedback developed through the domestication of the animal kingdom. It was willing to do anything at this point to get off, so it forced Nick to adhere to any stimulation. Secretly, Judy so desperately wished she had a leash at this point—the possibilities were endless, the scenarios hotter with each new idea that fumbled in her head, and she made a mental note to buy one in the upcoming week.

Having moved from her old, rickety apartment, Judy's new bed was definitely much larger, easily able to accommodate Nick's size, and was exceptionally fluffy. The backs of Nick's legs were pressed against the bed cushion as Judy pushed him onto the small comforter, the sound of a small creak groaning out as his weight sunk into the sheets and pushed aside a plethora of plushies; little rabbits with blue ZPD shirts of different colors and sizes tumbled off to the side and the slight squeak of Judy's "secret" stuffed fox doll hidden toward the back sounded off. The billowy toy had a strange likeness to Nick, even possessing what looked like a small tie around its neck, which Nick would have found more amusing had he not been so enraptured with pre-blowjob (he hoped) giddiness.

Judy set one of her legs up on the bed, her thigh close to his testicles, and grabbed ahold of his hard knot with both hands. She massaged around it at a faster pace now, making sure to every so often rub his tip to catch more of the precum leaking from it and then bring her sticky hand down, back to work.

"Ahhhhh…" Nick moaned out, his muzzle turning to the ceiling. "Carrots, you're—"

"Lie back," she softly interrupted, pushing against his abs.

Without missing a beat, he scooted his body further on the bed, his back now resting against a mound of pillows so that he could get a good view of whatever Judy planned on doing.

"Are you gonna' be a good boy?"

Nick's eyes slightly widened. He looked to see her with a partial smile on her face. "Y-yes," he moaned out, a begging quality to his tone. "Yes, I will…I promise…" Judy was now squeezing him harder, rubbing up and down his length in circular motions. It felt so fucking good to him that he thought he would burst right then and there. He felt her stop and couldn't help but lower his brows in mediocre disapproval.

Her expression was coy yet impish.

"Then bark for me."

"W-what?"

"You heard me. Be a good boy."

"Ahhhh…" Nick moaned out, desperate for her to continue.

"If you be a good boy and bark for me, I'll use my mouth." Judy let her tongue hang from her mouth and squeezed him hard while jerking upward, her paw sliding from the top of his knot to a thick portion of his shaft and then back down.

"Ohhhhh…" Nick turned his head to the ceiling again. "Fffffffuck…"

"C'mon. Bark for me, baby."

"O-okay, okay…"

"C'mon, big boy. Do it."

From somewhere deep in his chest, a sound reserved for either shock or complete anger morphed itself into something that it normally wasn't; it started out like a low growl rumbling in a steady, dynamic pace, something an individual would hear an animal conduct if feeling threatened, but from that gravelly sound burst forth a commanding bark that seemed to echo slightly in the small room, bouncing off the walls and ricocheting out to the kitchen. It may have sounded like a scuffle of some kind was occurring if one stood outside of the apartment, but neither animal seemed to care, especially Nick considering he felt compelled enough to let off another bark that was just as equally efficacious. Spittle flew from his maw and a light drool was tracking its way to the sheets as his teeth flared with the loud sound screaming from his maw.

Judy's own mouth was open as she stared up at him, partially lost in a wave of envisioning eroticism as she saw this creature obey her command so that he might be pleased, and please him she would—unlike any other vixen. That was what she wanted. She wanted to make him burst beyond what his own kind could do. She wanted to make him loathe the thought of mating, of breeding, with anything other than her. Leaning forward, Judy let her lips wrap around the backside of his hard knot as her tongue gave him a long lick at a diagonal angle, and this was accompanied by another press of her lips against the same spot. She literally kissed the orb, smooching and smacking sounds dancing with her motions, and her lips and tongue slid around the side of his knot and then up to his shaft where she let her saliva bathe him in a sensation that caused his eyes to close and his muzzle to jut upward.

Nick was leaning on either elbow and looked like a panting mess right now.

But Judy didn't stop there.

The salty taste of his member was driving her crazy, and she only wanted more. Her soft exploration soon became more frantic, messier even. Long strands of saliva were now coating his cock, trailing from the lowest point of his shaft to Judy's mouth, which was now wrapped around the tip of his dick and engulfing several inches. She began lightly bobbing her head up and down, her moans acting as a vibrating stimulant as she twirled her tongue in a circular motion while trying to keep his penis steady through aid of holding onto the same bit of flesh she'd held onto while guiding him in the room. Her other paw explored his naval and then sensually began rubbing his flexing abs. With each new bob of her head, a light gagging sound could be heard as saliva bubbled and dripped down his twitching shaft to his knot and then to the fur around it, and Judy soon became determined to try and reach the lowest possible point she could, perhaps even deepthroat him to where her lips were pressed against the area where his shaft met his knot. It would be very hard work, probably not possible at this point, but she was willing to give it a try without him even asking. She bobbed down hard, getting half of his member in her throat before rising back up, her lips making a popping sound around his dick as she took it from her mouth to give herself some breathing room. Long strings of saliva trailed from the red twitching rod to her muzzle, and she looked wonderfully dirty, slutty even.

Bringing her mouth forward, she began to rub her lips and tongue along the sides of his penis, washing it in the splattered and smutty mess she was making, and then her paws began to jerk up and down his shaft in hard, long strokes. She lovingly kissed along his shaft until she reached the top again, to which she proceeded to engulf him once more, bobbing up and down with more determination. Her paw that had been exploring his abs were now massaging his balls.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Nick let out a series of hard, sharp moans before meshing back into his panting fit. His paws clutched at Judy's sheets, and his verbal approval only made her feel more arrogant.

She was actually quite surprised with herself.

Her experience with canine blowjobs was nearly nonexistent, save for the one and only time she secretly bought from a fox-shaped dildo, which was carefully hidden away in a drawer in her room at this very moment. It had been an occasion of weakness for her, the desire to buy a sex toy, but one she could not ignore. While at work, Nick had teased her all the previous day with his body— unintentionally on his part, although some moments might be up for debate— and in her vulnerability, she had no choice but to scratch the itch that had been invading her. It was a bunny's itch, after all; powerfully potent and unimaginably relentless. After arriving home, she'd tossed her keys aside and immediately conducted research as to how she might obtain something that was more "lifelike" in its design. And she found it. The "Fox Breeder" had been its name.

It was large yet slender. The order had been placed and she could recall the moment the box had been opened two weeks after—the size and shape had overwhelmed her. Seeing it on screen was not anything compared to seeing it in person, and if the advertisement was accurate (it claimed the mold was 100% lifelike in size and proportion) she feared the moment it would attempt to fill her, or better yet, feared the moment the real thing would be in her presence. Several masturbation sessions had her practicing fellatio on it, and she felt that she would simply not be a good enough partner to conduct a proper blowjob on a canine. In a way, she felt useless. How naive she had been though—at this point in time, as she rested on the edge of the bed slopping over Nick's huge dick, she seemed anything but inexperienced and fearful. Nick's own moans were a verification of that.

She popped his dick from her mouth and lightly stroked up and down it. "You like this?"

"Ahhhh-huh," Nick moaned out a mixed verbal salad of affirmation.

"You want me to keep going?"

"Y-yea…"

"Then bark for me."

Without even thinking, Nick let loose another loud bark.

Judy felt her own moan leave her mouth, closing her eyes for a second as she lightly fiddled with her genitalia. It was like he was trained. A trained dog. She could have cum very easily at that moment. "Good boy," she breathed out.

Still stroking him, she turned her muzzle down to his testicles. Her mouth, already well lubricated and messy, found it easy to engulf one of his balls, licking and kissing the scrotum, and the powerful taste of salt only made her saliva glands produce more. Thinking back on how Nick had been so dominant with her, she took a moment to explore a very canine quality—her auxiliary incisors lightly clamped down on one of his balls and then grazed over the flesh like she was teasing it. She let her tongue run along the flesh, making kissing noises while grinding down slightly harder with her teeth. Nick's approval rang out with a long dog-like whine. She moved onto the other one, giving it the same treatment. She was very animalistic at this point, very feral in mindset, and all reservations for appearing too promiscuous seemed to be gone at this point, so the curious thought as to how big of a wad he would fire off entered her mind— the volume, the consistency, the taste. His balls looked swollen with desire to be released.

Would he pulse?

How many strands would shoot into the air?

Would he bark like he'd been doing as per her request?

These were questions that she urgently wanted answers to, and to get the answer the quickest, she would have to work overtime. Scooting her body forward more, the bed lightly squeaked as she brought her weight above Nick's groin and began to give his hardon another tongue bath, but this time around was frantic, quick, and she made sure that it was exceptionally sloppy, spitting and drooling over him before popping that wonderful organ in her mouth. Her ears pinned back as she let loose a barrage of deep bobs, the sound of her gag reflex being stimulated with each thrust of her mouth. That didn't stop her though. She just pressed forward, milking him with her mouth while simultaneously massaging his knot in hard circular strokes with both of her paws. She felt his thighs tense against her elbows and then soften and then tense again. His panting had become louder, too. And much quicker. He was close. Very close. Continuing to give him the best blowjob he's ever received, she managed to gobble up what felt like six inches of his shaft, gag, and then go back to her frenzying motions before Nick gave her a decent warning.

"I'm gonna'—Carrots, I'm gonna' cum!" He barely managed to squeeze his sentence out before going back into his sharp breaths.

Not caring, Judy didn't bother withholding her motions in slightest, and it took only five more seconds of sucking before she heard Nick let loose the loudest moan she's heard yet, but what made it even sexier was the fact that it morphed into a gravely growling session that matched the primal and very predatorial musk that began to fill her mouth as he nutted a load so long overdue that his claws dug into Judy's sheets, slightly tearing portions of the cloth. It was a harsh, salty taste, that began pulsing in her mouth; she could feel it shooting from his tip and against her tongue with every pulse of his cock and light thrust of his hips as his mating instincts completely took over. It was so warm and voluminous, too— thick strands of hot fox seed designed for heavy breeding, and it immediately made her feel a sensation of lightheadedness at coming into contact with the most intimate part of an enemy species; the deepest and most vital essence that was solely responsible for the society in which they inhabited. Something that had nothing to do with her kind. A fox and a rabbit: it was a connection that was never meant to be. And she fucking loved it. But it proved to be too much, the sheer amount of semen that flowed into her mouth, and she had no choice but to withdraw from his penis and stick to pumping up and down, a large, thick wad bursting from his tip and firing straight across her face, causing her to close her left eye due to the string seemingly magnetizing to her. She felt its heat radiate on her face as she let out a gasp, stands of cum falling from her mouth while Nick let off two more large threads before finally subsiding into smaller bursts.

His growling was dying down and he was left moaning with each breath, his slick penis throbbing in Judy's paw. He lay there for a moment, catching his breath, attempting to traverse back into reality.

On Judy's end, it was quite the sight to see, this large fox, his thighs matted with freshly produced jizz, her own chest sticky and smelling of musk; all of this hit her really hard, and she seemed to be taken aback, almost as if unsure with what she had just done. It took a moment for her to regain her mind again, but when she did, she saw Nick leaning up higher against his elbows, the afterglow of his orgasm still on his face, but he also possessed a small grin.

He was examining Judy, taking it all in like a work of art.

"Carrots, you're a mess."

"Huh?" Judy put a paw up to her mouth and realized how dirty she must look.

Her left eye was still closed, and she could feel the warmth of the strand of fox cum resting on top of her lid.

Unsure what to do, Judy remained in the same spot. But then she could feel the bed shift, and Nick rose, scooping her up in his arms.

"N-Nick!" she gasped.

"C'mon, filthy bunny. Now we really do need to get you cleaned." Padding into the bathroom, his erection still at full staff, Nick closed the door with his foot paw and then maneuvered Judy as he turned on the shower, letting the water flow for a moment until it reached a moderately warm degree. Steam floated and wiggled in the air like apparitions transcending through the ceiling, and the coziness of the tiny room only acted as a catalyst for the euphoria pumping through both animals. Silence was mostly present during that time, and it was a loud silence; it was a kind of silence that Judy attempted to experience while meditating in the morning…a beautiful, appeased lack of distractions. And it was not unwanted. It was clearly something both animals appreciated.

In a sense, Judy actually felt a butterfly-esque warmth in the pit of her stomach at hearing nothing spoken between the two, a complete and mutual aftereffect causing a stirring feeling of safety to overwhelm her while being cradled in Nick's strong arms. Her knight in fuzzy armor, as he had put it. That could not have been truer.

Stepping in to the water, Nick's height extended well beyond the shower door, and he closed it and set Judy down, letting her wash her face and body off as he allowed the warm pellets to hit his fur. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, unsure that what had happened actually happened. This all could very well be a wonderful, fantastic, amazing, drop-dead-and-hope-it-happens-again dream that would burst like a bubble being poked when his alarm sounded off, leaving him in his own bed and with a raging erection and far away from the bunny he had made out with the previous night. He put his paw to his muzzle and quickly mushed it around his face, partially washing himself and partially checking to see if he would wake up.

But he didn't.

He didn't wake up.

Here he was with a tiny, naked rabbit cleaning herself off.

Cleaning off what he had just produced.

Unable to stop himself, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, his large paws clasping over her sides. His erection was subsiding, only being half alive, and it pressed against the small of Judy's back, but she didn't seem to mind.

He heard her let out a long, content sigh as both of her ears drooped in comfort.

"So much for the 'let's-take-it-slow' approach," Nick said.

Judy snickered. "Yea," she said dreamily, "I…I thought that too. But…honestly, I needed this to happen."

"Me too…"

The two just floated in the moment, either of their eyes closed as the water washed away their messy bodies. Nick could feel her steady heartbeat against his arms.

"H-how…" Judy hesitated, causing Nick's ears to softly perk up.

"Huh?"

"How…did you get so good at that?"

"At what?"

"You know…" Judy trailed off and then bashfully whispered the next part. "At… at using that tongue."

Nick felt his cheeks actually flush. Luckily, Judy was still wrapped in his arms and facing the other way; otherwise, she may have caught him in a moment of vulnerability.

"Uhhh…I don't know. I guess…I just know how to work the female body?"

"Psh! Please. You definitely have…experience…"

Nick's ears stuck straight up at hearing how Judy worded the last part. She almost sounded…distraught? Fearful? Jealous? There was something in her tone that didn't settle right with Nick, and he cocked his head to the side as the gears in his head began turning. "Well…I mean, you already know that was my first time, Carrots...but…well, I'm assuming neither was that ridiculously amazing blowjob you gave me." He heard Judy lightly giggle in a sheepish manner.

She brought her paw to her mouth and lightly bit down on the side of her finger. "Actually…it kind of was. At least for something that size."

"You fooled me. That could have been on the latest and greatest interspecies porn flicks. We could've uploaded it and called it The Rabbit Devours the Todd." He felt a light slap against his arm.

"Shut up," she laughed.

"I'm serious. That was the best head I've ever gotten."

"Heh. Thanks…" Judy felt an immense sense of pride swell in her at the idea that she, a lowly prey species, could possibly please a predator more than his own kind.

"Why do you ask though? About me?" Nick queried.

Judy remained quiet for a moment. "I don't know," she said in a defeated tone. "I was just curious, I guess."

Nick closed one eye, fairly certain he understood where she was coming from.

He gripped her slightly harder as he made his point.

"If there's any concern about my past, Carrots, I'll have you know, I've never in all my life wanted to please someone as much as I hoped I did for you. All those others, the one's before you, don't mean a goddamn thing in comparison to how I feel right now. In fact, it's like they didn't exist." A brief span of silence filled the shower until he could feel Judy twirl around in his arms so that she was facing him. Her eyes seemed to be filled with hope.

"Do you mean that?" Judy asked in a hushed voice.

"Of course, I do…I'd never tell you something like that if I didn't mean it. Don't you trust me?"

"I do. I just…I just wanted to make sure."

Nick gazed deeply into her eyes then leaned down and gave her a long, tender kiss. He didn't even care that he could still taste the slight saltiness of his own essence on her tongue. After pulling away, he could feel her wrap him in an embrace, her head resting against his stomach and her arms hugging beneath his buttocks. His own paws were rubbing against her lower back.

"I…" Nick stopped, careful to place his words, "I don't want to be too quick in assuming what all this is. I don't want to jump in headfirst and carelessly say that I love you, but…I've never felt this way about anyone before…ever…I don't even know what to call it yet. Maybe we'll get at that point. All I know is that I don't want it, this, to end." He could feel Judy shiver against him, even under the heat of the water, and he looked down to see her eyes slightly glazed over.

"I feel the same way," she whispered. She breathed deeply, attempting to calm her emotions before looking up and Nick to see a small smirk on his face. "Don't you dare say it…" she warned, but there was a bit of playfulness in her voice too.

"I don't have to. Doesn't change the truth."

The two smiled, embracing each other for a while longer, letting the sprinkling water droplets keep them warm and emotionally connected, and then Nick lightly unclasped her, reaching over to the marble shelf where a supply of shower necessities rested: fur conditioner, heavy-duty shampoo, a waterproof trimmer, and a claw cuticle scrubber. He grabbed the shampoo and sprayed a large glob in his paw, which he then proceeded to rub against Judy's back and sides and shoulders, an act that she found incredibly soothing and romantic, so much so that she let loose a long and heavy sigh of appreciation. She merely stood in place, statuesque and happy, as Nick continued to wash her, her eyes closed and her paws lightly rubbing against his thighs during the process, and she bit her lip when his strong fingers grabbed ahold of either of her butt cheeks, clearly copping a feel as well as cleaning at the same time. Feeling monumentally satisfied, she opened her eyes so that she could transfer some of the suds on her fur to Nick's thighs, and so she proceeded to wash his legs, scrubbing the fur with her claws before moving to his abs and rubbing up and down softly, studying, taking in every inch of him as to remember whenever he wasn't around.

Nick slowed down his cleaning of her, closing his own eyes and giving her a chance to do what she wanted. So, her response was to move behind him and soak his tail in froth. It looked very handsome to her, the way the fur underneath broke down to large spikes from being soaked in liquid, and it seemed to raise itself higher to allow her better access at cleaning it. She squeezed her hands around it, washing up and down in steady strokes. A particularly hard squeeze caused Nick to let out a small yip, and Judy recoiled in slight fear at the unexpected sound.

"Sorry," she said.

"That's okay," Nick chuckled. "It has a mind of its own sometimes."

"That reminds me of something," she said, smiling as she went back to washing his tail.

"What?"

"Y-you…" she stopped scrubbing for a moment. "You were so hot, acting like a dog."

Nick guffawed. "You liked that, huh?"

"Yea…"

"Well, maybe we ought to get a leash."

Judy felt her heart skip a beat and her eyes widen. Had he been reading her mind? Was he telepathic as well as a devil in disguise? "Really?"

"Sure. A nice one with a black collar. And a bowl, too."

Judy bit her lip, almost feeling a second wave of lust coming on. "Okay," she breathed out. She moved from his tail back to the front of him and saw that he had a huge, teeth-filled smile drawn across his face.

"I have to say," he tittered. "I would have never guessed, even in my wildest dreams, that you were such a little sexual deviant, Ms. Hopps."

Judy slapped at his paws. "Am not!"

"Oh, are too! There's no denying that now, Carrots. It's aaaalllll in the open! But I have to know, it's killing me: is that a 'rabbit' thing or a 'you' thing?"

"I...I don't know," she said helplessly.

"Judging by how unique some of your quirks are, I would probably guess it's a 'you' thing."

"Well…maybe, but whatever."

"Hey, like I said earlier: I am enamored by that side of you. It's drop-dead-sexy." Nick's voice dropped to a sensual growl. "I'm hoping there's more to it."

Taking in Nick's comment, Judy realized how foolish it was for her to be embarrassed with her sexual tastes; she had an absolute stud standing in front of her, loving every bit of strangeness that leaked from her, unintentionally or not.

Judy seductively wrapped her arms around his buttocks again and pressed her breasts against his sheath while looking up at him. "That's something you'll just have to find out," she said.

"And I will. Gladly."

Giggling, she gave his stomach a kiss before looking back up at him. "Do…do you want to stay over?"

"Like the night?"

"Yea."

"Yes! Of course, I do! I have to get some stuff from my apartment first, but after I do that, I could come back."

Judy's tail started wiggling back and forth, a reaction Nick immediately found adorable. "Kay, you—me—tonight—goodie!" Judy seemed to hop as she turned her body and began to finish washing herself, a new spring to her step and motions.

Nick could feel his heart melting more and more. It dropped into his stomach and mixed in a wonderful acidy warmness. If this wasn't love, he couldn't wait to find out what the real thing felt like.

Sitting at her kitchen table, Judy pinched an herbal tea bag in between her fingers and rapidly flipped it, smacking the innards apart as she set her iPad up on its stand in preparation for conversing with her mom via FaceTime. She was dressed in a very simple blue shirt with a carrot insignia in the middle of it, and below that, she had nothing on but a pair of pink panties hugging her behind.

The idea of completely lounging around overtook her sense of decency, plus it didn't seem too off putting considering that her mom would see nothing but her daughter from the chest up—in actuality, there was the tiniest bit of Judy's mind that wanted Nick to see her half-naked when he entered the apartment. Perhaps then they could engage in round two. Judy pressed the dial button on her iPad and dipped the tea bag in the steaming cup of water, swooshing it around as she thought of how completely smitten she was at this point. After exiting the shower and engaging in a short but highly arousing make-out session with a dripping wet fox, Nick had dried himself and quickly got dressed before setting off to gather some overnight materials at his apartment while Judy noticed that her phone had several unread text-messages on it. Her mom had been trying to contact her.

Confident with herself now, Judy felt no reason to not see her mom face to face. Talking with her might not be so much of a chore as long as she played her cards right. Although, there was still the little matter of how overjoyed she felt right now; it was dangerously apparent on her face. It was a reflection of her thoughts. She thought of nothing but foxes. Big, beautiful, buff foxes. But not just any foxes—Nick Wilde. It was like a contagion now, a spreading virus, whereas before it seemed like a minor sickness, something that would eventually run its course and expel from her system. How foolish of a thought that had been. Truth be told, as soon as Nick had left, she'd already missed him.

The dial tone reached its destination and Bonnie's voice woke Judy from her daydreams.

"Bun-bun!" Bonnie cheered. "Hey! How's it going?"

"Hi, mom! Good!" Judy adjusted the strap of her athletic bra, pulling it up closer to her shoulder, before placing her paw on her chin.

"I tried calling you earlier," Bonnie started, "but I got no answer."

Judy tried to not let her smile subside for fear of Bonnie picking up on anything unusual. Cloaking any outward jubilance would be mightily hard, but she had to do it for sake of being found out. "Yea…sorry. I was busy."

"Well, now that I've got you, I wanted to give you some news."

"Oh? What's up?"

"So, Nate will be coming back from his tour the fifth of next month and we're all having a big welcoming party for him at the burrow."

"He's coming back?!" An exciting tone grappled her question.

"Yes! Isn't that wonderful? We just found out. He'll be so excited to be back. The last video we talked to each other he seemed really homesick."

"That's awesome!"

"I know! I just wanted to make sure you could be there. It's been a while since you've been back home, so I figured it would be a good chance for all of us to catch up!"

"Yes, I'll totally be there! I can't wait!"

"Great!" Bonnie seemed to turn her head, and Judy could hear a brief but powerful scolding tone to her voice before turning back to the camera. "Sorry… your brother learned the wonderful skill of coloring and is trying to make friends with the walls. He's been doing that for the past couple hours. I have to watch him like a hawk."

"Which one? Derek or Lucas?"

"Lucas, of course."

"Of course," Judy giggled.

There was a brief moment of silence as Judy took a small sip of her tea.

"So," Judy started, "how's Nate been?"

"He's…" Bonnie trailed off. "It's taken a toll on him, I think. I'm pretty sure he's seen some things that…well, that didn't settle with him."

Judy's ears slowly dipped down. "Oh, no," she said.

"Yea. He seemed to be breaking down when we talked. It was…it was sad…I didn't like seeing my son like that…" Bonnie's eyes seemed to be glistening over, but she quickly wiped underneath them.

"Awww, mom. You're gonna' make me cry." Judy fanned herself with her paws as to not get overly emotional, thinking for a moment how Nick would make some kind of bunny stereotype at this juncture in time like he'd implied in the shower.

"I'm sorry, honey," Bonnie chuckled, "I didn't mean to call and get everything glum. I actually originally called to see how things went yesterday. How was the concert?"

Judy felt her heart flutter at the question. Trying to place her words carefully, she said, "It was so much fun! Best concert I've ever been to. The music was great! The light show was amazing. Also, we met some really cool animals, Bentley and Christina. Christina's a rabbit and Bentley is a hyena. They work at the Rainforest District. We really hit it off with them!"

"That's great!"

"Yea…" Judy leaned on her paw, gleaming with joy, mostly because she was beginning to recall everything that had transpired between her and Nick last night. The perfection of the moment seeped through and made itself quite known on her face.

Bonnie stopped, her eyes seeming to study Judy. Her ability to read her daughter was a thing of legend, and her nose seemed to twitch slightly at whatever contemplations were running through her mind. The next question caused Judy's heart to skip a beat.

"Alright, Bun-bun, what's up? Spill the beans."

"Huh?"

"I know you better than any of your siblings. You can't hide it from me. What's the story?"

"What do you mean?"

"You just seem…happy. Like, really happy."

Judy hesitated. "Do I?"

"Well, not that you aren't ever, but, honey, you look like you're positively glowing right now! I haven't seen you this happy since your recognition in the police force, and even that didn't look like you are right now. That must have been one heckuva' concert!"

Realizing it was a lost cause to lie too much, Judy broke. She clamped down on her finger's claws with her auxiliary incisors and with a bashful smile spoke a partial truth. "I…mom, Something wonderful happened last night."

Bonnie's face shifted to sly curiosity, a devious smile spreading across her face. "Ohhh…I knew there was something. Okay, c'mon you can't stop there, Bun- Bun. Details, details!"

Judy could feel her temples pounding with slight fear. She was in no way ready to express the full truth to her mother, but perhaps she could confess without actually confessing. If she managed to manipulate her words well enough, manipulate the way in which she could construct her answers, she might very well be able to pull this off. Taking a breath, she readied herself.

"Well, I…I met someone. He's…he's so funny. Like, the funniest animal I've ever met. He just… makes me want to be around him more. He was so smooth with how he talked to me, and he seemed genuine. And kind." Judy paused for a moment. "He's super kind and really polite. Considerate, too. It's…like a fantasy kind of. I didn't know someone like that could exist."

"Wow. What a gentlemammal," Bonnie said with a cocky smile. She put a paw on her chin, mimicking Judy's position. "Sounds like quite the guy…what else?"

"Umm. He's…sooooo handsome, too. He's got such a beautiful fur coat and perfect claws and is, well, really hunky."

"A charmer and a looker? What a find…"

"I know," Judy said dreamily.

"What's his name?" "Nicholas." It was as if the sound of a record player screeching broke Judy's train of thought.

She could feel her heart sink all the way to her feet. The response had just flung from her mouth without aid of a filter—the truth, it seemed, was wanting to make itself known more than she had anticipated, an almost dormant entity attempting to break free from its confines, but the reality of the situation rested on the fact that she was not ready for a complete confession. She simply wasn't.

She could only hope that the look on her face did not give away the inner turmoil she was currently feeling caused by her big mouth.

Her eyes slowly looked toward the screen to see the gears turning in Bonnie's head. Did she know? Is this the end? Incoming parental rejection? An outcast? "Oh…I see. L-like your partner? Like Nick? Nick Wilde?"

"Yea," Judy forced out a lame chuckle, "like Nick. Isn't that a weird coincidence?"

"Yes. That is…"

Cheese and crackers, she thought. Cheese—and—crackers. Dumb bunny! Stupid bunny! Fucking stupid dumb bunny!

Bonnie's face softened and she seemed to alter back to the original curiosity displayed before the revelation of the mystery animal's name. This caused Judy to feel a slight wave of relief, although the tension in her shoulders needed suppression. On edge, she waited for her mother's next question.

"Well, I think that's simply wonderful! So, how did you meet him? And what does your Nick think of him?"

Judy's brain seized up as it tried to formulate a response. "He…he was seated next to us, actually. Nick…well, Nick's going to wait and see how things play out before deciding what he thinks."

"My, my…this is sounding more and more like an old cheesy romance flick by the second!"

Judy giggled. "Hey, shut up!" Tangling her ear in her paw, she looked to the side bashfully before continuing. "It…well…" she cleared her throat, "Now that you mention it, I guess it does."

"No, honey, I'm really happy for you. If this guy can make you look the way you do now, I think he's quite special."

"Yea. That was my thought too…"

"So…are you going out with him?"

"I think so. I hope so…eventually." The last part of Judy's sentence had sounded more like a question than anything.

"You don't sound too sure of yourself. Have you talked with him since the concert?"

"Yea, we've texted back and forth." And you just sucked him dry, her mind whispered to herself. She shook that thought off.

"Well, if he knows what's good for him, he'll make the first move…"

Judy thought back to Nick pressing her against the wall outside the concert. "I'm sure he will."

"If you guys do go out, just remember to be yourself. Don't seem desperate. Males can pick up on that easily."

"Okaaay, Mom!" Judy's paw fell from her ear and onto the table.

"Honey, I'm still your mother. You'll be 50 and I'll still be pestering you."

"I know. It's just kind of…weird getting relationship advice from my mom."

"Take it or leave it, Bun-Bun. I'm not forcing you to do anything."

"Okay." Judy let out a breath. She looked at her mother to see a small smile spread across her face. Her love came rushing in at understanding where she was coming from. She rested her chin back on her paw before saying, "Thanks, Mom."

"No problem, honey. Now, I gotta' get going. Your brother is at it again. We'll talk later. Love you!"

"Love you too!" The screen went black and Judy grabbed both of her ears in frustration. She lightly bumped her head against the table several times and then reached for her cellphone.

Frantically, she began texting Nick: Carrots: I totally almost blew it and confessed to my mom that you and I are… well…whatever it is we are right now.

Slick Nick: I think it's safe to say "relationship," Fluff. But, what!? And how!?

Carrots: She just saw something in my face and asked about the concert, and before I knew it, I was saying I "met" someone.

Slick Nick: lol. Carrots, Carrots, Carrots…you would do that.

Carrots: That's not even the worst part. I said the guy's name was Nicholas.

Slick Nick: WHAT!?

Carrots: I'm sorry…

Slick Nick: So…wait, like what did she do? Did she figure it out?

Carrots: I don't think so, but it's always so hard to tell. She's awfully perceptive. Like, ninja-Jedi style. I think I did a good enough job of being vague.

Slick Nick: Jeez, Carrots. You need to be more careful. I mean, personally, I have no problem with them knowing, but I don't want your relationship jeopardized because of your big, beautiful mouth.

Carrots: Lol. Thanks…I think.

Slick Nick: Everything will be fine. I wouldn't worry about it.

Carrots: K. If you say so. So, where are you?

Slick Nick: I'm gonna' be there in a bit. Caught up in something atm. Mrs. Dickenson is bugging me about moving a fridge. Fun, fun. You need anything?

Carrots: Just you…hurry up!

Slick Nick: Oooh…demanding little bunny. Me likey.

Carrots: Yea, and when you get here, I'll be even more demanding by traipsing you around my apartment again by your "leash", if you know what I mean.

Slick Nick: lol. I do know what you mean, and I can't wait. Seriously…

Carrots: K. See you soon, Dirty Fox.

Stopping in his tracks and smiling, Nick knew exactly what to send back, and thus, the perfect new nickname for each other was born:

Slick Nick: Kay, Filthy Bunny.