Hey everyone, I know its been a while.
I'll spare you all the small talk. This story is actually the written/ transcribed version of something done by Sirocistan. The guy is a lewd indie comics writer/ artist. He specializes in furry works. Usually Zootopia stuff, but not always.
I've been a huge fan of his for years and I asked if I could write out his work. He gave me the green light. All credit for the idea goes to him.
Before you say anything, no.
I am not the first person who did something like this. That honor goes to the author 'Otterly' and his story 'Step one: Admitting that you're powerless'.
Its a great work of fiction. Highly recommend it.
Adding to that, yes. Its not a complete step-by-step recreation of the original comic. I put in my own stuff to make it more fun, and make it less… icky. If you've seen the original comic, you'll know why.
Enjoy.
Operation House call
"Welcome to Riverfront Residential. When you're here, you're wet!"
Judy said, her hands on the wheel as her eyes read the welcome sign of the suburb. The tiny rabbit's teeny Chevy spark was cruising down the freshly paved road and into the suburb. "What kind of motto is that?"
"A pretty accurate one, look around." Nick said, pointing to the surrounding neighborhood they just entered.
Each and everything wasn't just at the waterline, they were in the water. Buildings of all shapes and sizes were all or at least partially up to 'the gills' in the wet stuff. The 'Hydraulica waterway' was THEE river that ran down their part of the world. Indeed, it, along with its weather controlling mountain range, was why the 'all fertile valley' was the chosen location to build Zootopia in the first place. The suburb that the police officers were driving in was an animal-made tributary of the great river. Thee place to live for Animals that needed to get their fur wet a good chunk of the day.
In fact, the only things completely out of the water were the roads going in and through the suburb. Even then, the water was never far away. The driveways and roundabouts actually did go into the water. Thankfully, never more than a bit up the tires. Heck, Nick half expected to see some personal driving subs when he came there. As a con-man he'd heard things, but as a cop...
"Still though." Judy shrugged as she took the second exit of the roundabout. The tiny car's tires were half flooded by the water as she turned on the curve.
"Tundra town, freeze your fur off. Little Rodentia, have a squeaking time. Savanna central, its a BIT hot. Jung-"
"Bunnyburrow, when you see one- there's a hundred more!" Judy cheered, genuine laughter in their voice as she stopped at a red light. There was an emoji of a lemming staring down at them, it had a frowny face with X's for eyes. "Puns, I heard they're the lowest form of comedy."
"No, that would be selling a rug made out of a skunk's butt to a mob boss, saying its exotic and expensive." Nick snorted, remembering fun times. Bored, he rolled down the window, sticking his arm out to feel the nice temperate river air. As he did, the rookie cop noticed a beaver construction crew paddling there next to them, right in the water. The famous builders of the animal world were carrying their loads of light lumber behind them as they chomped down on their 'nibblin' sticks - which were just more pieces of wood that happened to be flavored. Nick guessed it was blueberry bamboo. "Wait, no. That's the shortest. Unless you've got a kickass girlfriend who disobeys orders to catch a crook. Saving the mob boss's daughter from a giant donut doing it. Nice Queen Kong impersonation, by the way!"
"Awwwww!" Judy cooed, doing that cutsey smile the way she does. Her ears curling up to the side. No matter how many times Nick saw that, it always amazed him... and made his pants feel three sizes too small. The light turned green. Its face was a water vole smiling at them. "And I wasn't your girlfriend back then. I was your... what? Pre- parole officer?"
"No, you were my hustler." Nick playfully punched his girlfriend in the arm. The two smiled at each other. "Still can't believe you did that."
"What I can't believe, is that you're doing this first thing in the morning." Judy said, looking at her car's GPS and taking that final turn.
"Its 10:00 AM." The sly fox gave his bunny partner a look.
"That is first thing in the morning for you, Mr. stay up all night." Judy gave him a look right back, spotting her destination just down the block.
"Foxes are nocturnal, sue us." Nick rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh. Clearly joking as he pointed at the house in the middle of the street. "There it is."
"There it is." Judy nodded, parking right in front of the mailbox. Really, it was a post sticking out of the water with a wooden box carved to look like a big clam. "Are you sure about me just dropping you off here. I don't mind waiting."
"We both know how long these things can take." Nick nodded, indignant.
The fox opened the door and stepped out- and instantly tipped over the small bit of concrete that was the sidewalk and fell face-first into the river that made up about 80% of the neighborhood. Thankfully, the water was only knee deep. To his added surprise, it was actually rather soothing. Like being dipped in Lukewarm water after a hot day in the summer sun- which Nick had. Still, the fox was soaking wet. The rookie cop grumbled up a storm as he picked himself up, brushing whatever he could off himself as he turned back around. His girlfriend for a good while now was doing everything she could not to giggle up a hurricane. Both of her hands covering her mouth, holding in the laughs. Nick squinted his eyes at her, his ears tilted back as river water dripped off his fur and clothes.
"Just do it. Get it out of your system."
She did. The young bunny cop laughed. They were deep and hearty belly laughs, but they were genuine and full of love... at Nick's expense.
"I-I'm sorry... I cou-couldn't help i-it." Judy giggled, the laughs sounded like they were punching their way out into the world. Chuckles will not be denied! "The look on your face. It-Its too mu-much... Ha!"
"Yeah, yeah." Nick sighed, and like all his proud people do when they're covered in the dreadful water- Nick the fox shook himself dry. For a brief moment, it was like his entire body was set on vibrate. A literal cloud of mist and droplets erupted off his body. When he was done, nick wasn't dry, but he wasn't dripping wet anymore. "We've both got things to do and I'm not going to have you sit out here wasting gas. I'll take the bus back."
"Wait, can you do that again?" Judy said, pulling out her phone and aiming the camera at him. "I need to put that on our channel."
"That would get a lot of likes." Nick said, thinking about it before shaking his head. The fox leaned forward, his face sliding back into the car. The bunny was ready for the fox and the two kissed. It was brief, but adorable. The fox leaned back, standing in the shallow river water. "Sooo, what are you doing while I'm gone?"
"Oh, hang out with the Antlersons. I'll think of something to keep those two quiet, or at least out of the way tonight." The rabbit winked at her fox boyfriend. The smile on the bunny turned playful, wolfish even as she eyed her mate up and down. Enjoying the sight of his freshly wet body. "I'll make it work."
"I know you will." Nick waved back, his smile was all the right kinds of sly. It made poor Judy blush as she shook her head and drove off down the road. Looking at this, Nick couldn't help but think that the orange painted Chevy Spark with its green back bumper resembled a carrot of all things. Maybe the fox was just imagining it. Nick shrugged, adjusting his still wet tie best he could as he turned toward the house mailbox and read the name. "Alright, Otterton, time for your check up."
And so it was. Nick made his way to the front porch and hit the doorbell. It didn't take long. The front door opened right up.
"Oh, hello." Mrs. Otterton answered.
She was a modest young woman in her mid to late-twenties. Mrs. Otterton had large bright green eyes, a pert pink button nose with a happy tiny mouth. Her fur was a snug layer of chestnut brown around her body, with a strip of cream-colored fur going down her center below her nose. While she was thin like most Otters, Mrs. Otterton was also a bit tall for her species. Though, that was like saying a panda had more color in its fur than a penguin. The top of Mrs. Otterton's head made to about halfway up the fox's chest. At the moment, Mrs. Otterton was wearing a purple bathrobe over a blue dress. All and all, Mrs. Otterton appeared to be a pretty standard cute young woman, if a bit plain- and she seemed positively delighted to see Nick.
"Officer Wilde, how nice of you to drop by." Mrs. Otterton greeted, a bright, happy smile on her face. That quickly changed when she noticed how wet he was. "Are you alright?"
"Oh, I was just getting acquainted with the neighborhood." Nick smiled slyly, patting down his shirt to emphasize the point. "Riverfront really does live by its motto."
"Did you fal-Ohhh, I hope it wasn't too cold." Mrs. Otterton winced, embarrassed. "Right in my front pool."
"Compared to Tundra Town, it was a relaxing soak." Nick shook himself in mock chill, doing his best not to think about how close he was to being iced just that year. "It was rather nice, Mrs. Otterton."
"Oh, please." Mrs. Otterton pleaded. "Call me Emily, Officer Wilde."
"Only if you call me Nick. I'm off duty, Emily" The fox man offered, extending his hand to the Otter woman. She took it eagerly. Though, it was only sorta true. He wasn't in uniform or currently 'on the clock', but Nick had been given explicit orders. Along with several other officers. Badge or no badge. The two shook hands. As they did, Nick looked around, glanced at her home. The fox officer nodded with a whistle. "You have a wonderful home. When I first saw it, I wasn't sure I had the right address."
It was true, thanks to the nature of the neighborhood, with everything being at least partially underwater, that meant most buildings in Riverfront Residential had to be torn down and rebuilt every decade or so. It was why construction was so constant in this part of the city. Why most of its materials were so fresh and... replaceable.
The Otterton home, not so much. The house itself had only one level above the waterline, the rest was below. If there was a below, Nick couldn't tell. Though, he would be surprised if there wasn't. It had green walls, a blue circular door, with thick water absorbent modern thatch for a roof. The home, along with most of the houses on the block had more wear and tear than most of the neighborhood- with plenty of signs of repair. Instead of demolishing and rebuilding. It was wonderful. And old. Which showed it was Beaver built, though in the Otter style. Nick guessed the house was from the pre-incorporated period. Back when Riverfront was its own town.
Whoever owned something like this, clearly had history- and money.
A lot of both.
"Sooo, just a guess here... has your family been around a bit?" Nick asked, gently. His hand still holding hers, though the shaking had stopped.
"My husband's family has." Emily answered, dully. It sounded like she was simply stating a fact than anything attached to emotion. "Its an old house."
"Well, its nice." Nick smiled, courteously. Very much in his 'I'm so innocent' tone. It had been a while since he'd used it. That very morning, when he lied to Judy about drinking her last can of carrot juice. "Very traditional."
"And far away from everything." Emily mumbled, her happy smile looked much more forced now.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Oh-oh, nothing." Emily assured, giving the fox's hand one last squeeze before letting him go. "Would you like to come inside?"
Nick happily agreed and fallowed the small Otter woman into her home. The interior was very dull colors. Mostly whites and blues. Though it was all very clean. Everything was tiled. Not just the floors, but about a fourth up the walls as well. Which the fox thought made sense. All the furniture was wood. All of it. Though, what padding there was were either rubber or some kind of moss. Nick couldn't tell. Another thing, all the entrances were circular.
Oh, and pictures. Framed photos dotted the walls and some of the tables.
They were everywhere.
"I have to say, I'm a little surprised that the ZPD makes house calls like this." Emily announced, leading the fox through the front door, into her living room and to what appeared to be her kitchen.
"The... 'incident', shook the entire city." Officer Wilde announced back, stopping in the living room as he remembered the whole fiasco. "Your family more than most. Chief Bogo and Mayor Lionheart thought it was best that at least one officer come meet with the family of the victims before they leave the hospital and come home."
"Well, its real thoughtful of y'all to check up on everyone like this." Emily said from the kitchen. Her tone chipper. Then it wasn't. "Before you found my Emmitt I could barely sleep, I was so scared."
"You're welcome. I'm sure the Mr. is more than eager to get out of the hospital next week." Nick said warmly, standing just outside the circular entrance to the kitchen.
"Oh believe me, that makes two of us. Oh, but where are my manners, can I get you anything?" Emily announced, the sound of a refrigerator door opening echoed in the background. "I just made some sweet tea."
"Oh, I think that's just what I need." Nick announced back graciously as his eyes wandered around the Otterton family living room.
From what he'd seen, it was a bit different from the rest of the home. Sure, it was tiled, wooden furniture, framed pictures everywhere. But the living room was clearly tabled to the husband, Mr. Emmitt Otterton. For Nick, who's current profession was about 90% male, he knew a man cave when he saw one. There were jerseys, flags, and mascots of all the city's sports teams plastered over the walls. Some of the framed photos were of athletes. All of them predators, big ones too. Famous. Second string. Some pretty obscure. All of them were big and beefy. All of it centered around the giant flat screen at the back right corner of the room.
Turning away from there, Nick got a closer look at the other framed photos. To no surprise, they were all of Emmitt. Though, not with his wife Emily- but with other men. That was a surprise. Clearly the beefier and bigger the better. They weren't all predators, but most were. Rarely were any of these guys in more than one frame. Adding to this, they were all doing things together. Usually outside. One thing stood out more than anything else. There was no sign of Emily Otterton. Emmitt's wife.
Thanks to a half a lifetime of 'hustled living' and recent police training, the sly fox did a quick scan of the living room. It took a second longer than he'd like to admit, but Nick found what he was looking for. A single photo of the 'happy couple'. If the pitch black tux on Emmitt and the stark white dress on Emily said anything, it was their wedding. Officer Wilde deduced that the two older Otters to the left behind Emmitt were his parents, while the older two Otter's behind Emily on the right were hers. The two sets of parents were beyond happy. Both mothers crying tears of joy, while the dad's were cheering for their children.
Emmitt and Emily... they did not look happy. The dead eyes and forced smile on Emmitt said it all. Emily herself just wore a blank mask. Nick couldn't tell which looked worse.
There was something else that Nick noticed. The Otterton's, Emily included- apparently, their wardrobes. They were a step or two more classy and... expensive than what Emily's parents were wearing.
Interesting.
"I think I'll be alright." Emily announced from the kitchen. The sound of liquid being poured into a glass fallowed her voice. The fox officer was brought back to life from his thoughts. "Though. Once my husband is back, I'm sure things will return to normal."
"I'm sure you're not the only one who thinks that." Nick said, putting down the wedding photo. The fox officer took one last glance of all the other photos on the wall. "Just a question, but, ah, does Emmitt have many friends?"
"My husband likes to... try new things. Meet new people." Mrs. Otterton snorted, so loud Nick could hear it in the next room. Nick raised an eyebrow at that as he finally walked into the kitchen and met the cute Otter woman- but at the last second he noticed something. Down the hall. The fox officer discovered two bedrooms. He guessed one was the guest room and that it just happened to be directly across the main bedroom. Though, why it was currently open, he had no idea. The kitchen itself matched the rest of the home. Mostly whites and blues. The dinning table in the center most of all. The cloth covering it was white with a blue floral pattern. The robed Emily was ready for him. A smile on her face and a filled glass in hand. "Here's your sweet tea."
"Thank you."
Nick took the glass as he sat down at the dinning table. It was always odd for him when he visited the homes of another species. Well, it was weird for everyone. It was no secret that most mammals were different from each other. In personality, background, diets. Everything. But no one could deny that an animal's body took first place in that contest. For Nick himself, foxes were many things. On the larger side, they were not. If anything, foxes were seen as the literal red-headed stepchild runt of the canine family. It wasn't size, strength, or even cooperation that allowed them to stand out.
It was their eyes and minds.
So when Nick Wilde, recent officer of the ZPD walked into that house - he felt like a giant. No, really. In some buildings in the city, Nick had to use a booster seat Now though, the fox actually had to crouch down as he walked into the front door. Even inside the home, Nick had to point his ears down, or at least more to the side - just to keep them from scraping against the ceiling. The dinning table he was sitting at barely made it to his thighs. The rest of the kitchen? If only Nick was a kid again, no cookie jar would be out of his reach.
For one reason or another, Nick had a smile on his face.
Oh, and he grabbed the glass of sweet tea.
"Soooo," Nick asked, finally taking a look at the owner of the home he was in. Not just the house itself. He knew when he first saw her file that Emily Otterson was a small thing. Most Otters were. But here, in her home. In her kitchen. Sitting at her table across from him... She was a tiny thing. Even Judy Hopps herself, the smallest officer outside the rodent division, must've been an inch or two taller than Emily- floppy rabbit ears or not. Nick's smile deepened. "How'd you and Emmitt meet?"
"It's not as glamorous as you'd see on TV." Emily shrugged. "I was just someone who delivered pizza to Emmett's accounting firm."
"Woa-ho, an accountant and a door-dasher." Nick grinned at Emily. The otter girl tried to fight it, but she smiled back. "Coming together. Making it work. Classic odd Couple. I'd say that's worth a movie."
Emily chuckled awkwardly at that, almost bitterly. Her forced smile returned. "Emmitt never saw himself as the marrying type - at first."
"At first?" Nick asked, noticing how quickly Emily corrected herself.
"Errr, Emmett's parents are... traditional." Emily explained, sounding like she was forcing the words to come together. Like miss matched puzzle pieces. "They said they wouldn't put their only child in their will if he didn't get married. In the 'natural' Otter way, no less. You don't need to be a police officer to pick up on those clues."
There wasn't much to say to that. So Nick sipped his sweet tea. "S-Someone knew how to play hardball."
"You have no idea." Emily let out a bitter laugh, openly this time. "Pushy rich snobs."
"He-Hey..." Nick pointed back into the living room. "I saw the wedding photo. Just wondering, how long have you two been married? You looked great by the way."
"Thank you." Emily smiled at Nick. It was less forced, but still there. "Coming up on 10 years now."
"Quite the milestone." Nick leaned back in the chair, hoping to relax the air a bit. The wooden chair creaked. It wasn't meant for someone of his size. For some reason, the fox didn't mind. "I feel like I should be getting you a present."
"Don't worry about it." Emily shrugged again, taking a sip of her own sweet tea. "I'm sure me and Emmitt will have plenty from our friends and parents."
"Friends and parents?" Nick trailed on, afraid to say it out loud. "Noooo…"
"No. No kids." Emily said, ready for his question. Her face was so bored, it looked blank. The Fox had no idea an Otter could look so... defeated. For a species famous for its happy cuteness, it actually hurt to see something so against that. To someone that spent half his life scamming people to pay the bills- against his own nature to do so, that was saying something. "We're... waiting for the right time."
There was a silent moment after that. The two mammals just sat there in the kitchen. Soon enough, Emily sipped the rest of her glass.
"Sooo," Emily asked, breaking the silence. "How do you like your sweet tea?"
"Uh...It was good." Truth be told, Nick hadn't been paying attention to the tea. It wasn't until he looked down that Nick noticed his glass was empty.
"Oh, look at that." Emily said, noting his empty glass herself.
The Otter girl hopped off her chair and strutted to her fridge. The fox officer was about to politely protest when the cute Otter girl opened the fridge door and bent over. Her robe and dress rode up. Revealing the former pizza delivery girl was wearing something racy under them. The fox could feel his ears shoot back and down. Nick caught himself bending forward to get a better look, but Emily stood back up before he got the chance. Pitcher in hand.
"Here you are." Emily poured Nick another glass of sweet tea. Nick sipped it, graciously, silently. Thankful that foxes couldn't sweat. Emily herself sat down, pouring herself a second glass. "I'm just so stressed these days. What I really need is some time off and a nice massage."
The fox started on his fresh tea as the Otter girl rubbed at the small of her back across the table from him. Emily narrowed her eyes at nothing, clearly uncomfortable. From the look on her face, Nick could see Emily was desperate for some kind of relief. Though, whatever she was trying wasn't working. Probably hadn't been working for a long time. If ever. Seeing this, Nick noticed something he hadn't before about the cute Otter girl. She had such big green eyes. Even with how terrified and stressed she still was, they shined bright emerald. This cute Otter girl had the kind of eyes that were full of warmth and love. Just waiting to show the world. She just never had the chance. Nick was sure he'd seen eyes exactly like hers somewhere.
He wondered where, though.
"You know, uh, Judy's told me I give a mean back rub." Nick coughed, putting down the cup, trying to sound as confident as he could. The fox held up his hands to the smaller Otter. Emily looked up at him. Her eyes landed on his hands. Nick, to his own surprise, discovered his claws were out. Fox's might not sweat, but they did have other signs when nervous, especially around the opposite sex. Nick was about to curse at himself when he noticed Emily smile awkwardly up at him. "I-If you want, maybe I could uh, you know..."
"O-Oh! Um..." Emily stuttered, turning to the side. The Otter girl tapped her lip, awkwardly. "I-I don't know if I... I mean, maybe Emmett wouldn't like it if..."
"S-Sorry, I guess that might be a bit much, huh?" Nick asked, feeling all kinds of stupid.
"On the other hand, my back is killing me." Emily sighed, annoyed, rubbing her back again. "You know what?" Emily asked, standing up. The Otter girl smiled at the Fox as she walked around him toward the living room. Emily leaned her hand against the wall, winking at Nick. "I don't think my husband will mind. It's just a back rub, after all. Come on, we'll use the couch."
Nick smiled, getting up. The tiny chair he was sitting on creaking in relief. The fox was about to fallow her into the next room when he noticed something. Emily had her claws out too.
The living room might've been a man-cave, but there was one thing in there that didn't quite fit. A couch. Well, the size of the thing fit in the room. Sure. But not the aesthetic. Unlike everything else in the room, if not the house, it wasn't otter specific. Instead of bare hardwood with minimal padding, it had fluffy cushions and a smooth sea blue cotton covering. The thing was clearly meant for non-Otter guests. As aside from the obvious, it was way too huge for any Otter couple to buy for themselves. It was a love seat no less. A small couch meant to hold two people, no more. Well, if one of the two wasn't an otter.
"Take a seat." The young Mrs. Otterton led Officer Wilde over to it. "Let me just slip out of this first."
Nick sat down first, right in the middle. The Fox found it the perfect size for him. Though, instead of forcing his host to sit on his lap, Nick opened up his legs. Emily didn't seem to mind, but she did not look him in the eye as she shucked off her robe. Leaving Emily in just her slim blue dress. For the first time, the Fox got a real look at the Otter's figure. Emily was quite slim and graceful, with the average amount of curves you'd expect from someone in the Weasel family. Emily had the biggest smile Nick had seen on her as she planted herself between his legs.
"Go easy on me now." Emily ordered, playfully. The top of the welcoming Mrs. Otterton's head barely made it up to Nick's collar bone. "I'm tiny compared to you."
Nick kneeled down, his snout right next to her ear. The fox let out a slow, steady exhale as he grabbed the Otter by the shoulders, and squeezed. The claws of his fingers digging into her fur. Emily visibly trembled in his grasp. A small whimper escaped her lips.
"I will."
Nick placed his thumbs between Emily's shoulder blades and pressed down. Not hard, but enough. Instantly, he felt a couple of cracks erupt in his palms. Emily shot her head back, biting down on her lip.
"Oooh w-woww..." Emily whimpered, pure pleasure puffed out from her breaths. Looking down, Nick noticed movement down by her legs. Peaking over her shoulder, Nick saw Emily rubbing her feet and knees together. She was trying to hide it, but not very well. "N-Noone's eve- Emmett could never...ah, squeeze th-that hard."
"A lady as gorgeous as you deserves to be treated right." Nick declared, swirling his thumbs in circles now. The meat of his thumbs pressed into her muscles as his claws dug into her fur. It hadn't been the first time Nick had done this. Nor was it his first female. Every species was different. Cats swerved around like snakes with purrs. Other canines turned into the rub, chuffing all the way. Weasels just went all over the place, wheezing. Bunnies? Well, when you start giving them a rub down, they start rubbing down on whatever they're sitting on. A little something Nick learned after Judy had a long shift.
As for Otters? Emily was Nick's first of that species. She was stiffening up and panting, her eyes glazing over. It was like this was the first time a man has touched her in years. If ever.
That might just be the case.
"E-Easy on the flirting." Emily stuttered, peaking over her shoulder at Nick. The fox smiled down at her. A smirk, really. The Otter's legs were all but twitching into a spasm at that. Emily was forced to plant both her hands between her legs and grab hold of the cushion to keep herself from falling off. Though now, instead of rubbing against each other, her knees were rubbing against her wrists. "I'm spoken for, re-remember?"
"Hah, don't worry." Nick laughed, sliding his hands down her shoulders and onto her sides. His fingers covering almost the length of her torso. The fox was doing his best to just tease the Otter on her sides with his claws. Not dig into her. His thumbs were another story. They were still on her back, but further down. About right in the middle. Nick pressured in, his fingers on the side and this thumbs on her back. More cracks and pants from the Otter girl. Relief and pleasure at his touch. "I'm not trying to steal you, just saying the truth."
"Mmm, you're a real sweetheart, Nick." Emily moaned, pure delight in her voice. Otterton straightened her arms out in surprise as Nick started swirling his thumbs again. Another moan escaped her lips. Nick gave a low, teasing hiss into Emily's ear as he drifted his hands down her back.
"Here, lets go a bit lower." Nick slid his hands down, his palms on her hips now. His thumbs swirling on her lower back. Emily leaned forward, curving her back into an arc. The Otter girl let out a low, almost drunken moan.
"L-Lower? But E-Em's paren- Emmy might not l-like..." Emily stuttered, her eyes half open from the pleasure. Getting as low as he could, Nick set his hands down on the cushion between his legs and her. "Oooooh, watch where you-Ahmmph!"
Meaning, Emily's behind was cupped in his palms. Her tail between his arms. The fox's thumbs just above it, rubbing into the base of Emily's spine. The Otter bit down on her lip, barely holding in a wave of sweet nothings. Nick knew what he was doing. He'd been called a naughty little fox for as long as he could remember. He didn't plan on stopping now. The fox gave the Otter's behind another squeeze. It wasn't as firm or large as a certain cottontail he knew, a little bony, actually. Nick could only guess what Emily would be like if she was more active. This time he did let the claws on his fingers dig into her fur.
"H-Hands! Watch where you-oohhh yes..." Emily purred, peaking back to eye him. She had an eager little smile, lips twitching.
"I love your dress, by the way." Nick purred back, his snout nudging her ear again. Emily leaned into his nose as Nick glided his hands forward, his claws scraping against the one bit of clothing she wore. The sound of torn cloth echoed off the walls as Nick's claws ripped through the thin material. Emily didn't seem to mind it. Quite the contrary. She audibly loved it as the claws scraped against her fur, destroying her dress. Emily purred again as Nick's fingers settled on her ribs, like a predator about to rip into its prey.
"Oh, this old thing?" Emily asked, eyeing her now torn dress. The Otter looked back up, smiling drunkenly. Her emerald green eyes gazing into Nick's. "It was a gift from Emmett's mother. Said a plain hand-me-down was perfect for a nobody like me." Emily answered, a flash of anger appeared over her face. "That bitch."
"There's just one thing wrong with it." Nick said, scraping his claws in and out against her stomach. The tips of his index fingers grazing the bottom of her breasts. Nick didn't plan that, but he was happy for the accident. 'Huh, a bit bigger than I'm used to. Soft.'
"Oh? And what might that be, Mr. Wilde?" Emily asked, her knees rubbing hard against her forearms.
"Its getting in the way of a full body massage." Nick teased, gliding his hands forward- gripping her thighs over the dress. He was about to squeeze again when Emily suddenly grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands forward. The Otter girl was intentionally dragging the fox's claws through her dress, cutting lines through the thin cotton.
"In the way? Oh dear, we don't want that now."
This time, Nick purred- or growled, really. The sound of it made Emily push back further into the couch. Grinding into the cushions- To grind into Nick. The Otter girl was rubbing her bony little tush into a certain hard part of the fox between his legs. Nick was more than happy for it. Nick nibbled into Emily's ear, his sharp fangs teasing her flesh, as he grabbed the bottom of her dress. She huffed a whimpered word as he pulled it back, her hands still on his wrists. The fox smiled as he pulled up the shredded remains of the dress enough for the both of them to see everything.
"Shall I go lower," Nick asked, sliding one hand over her center. The fox's palm on the Otter's stomach. His middle finger pointed down. The tip of its claw tapping the edge of her panties. Looking down, Nick saw Emily's face. Her eyes staring hard at his hand. Her pupils double in size. The poor girl was biting her lip so hard, Nick could smell blood. "M'lady?"
"Y-You're the ah-"
Down Nick went. His middle finger slid under Emily's panties and between her legs. Only one finger through. A single digit from the fox lad was more than enough for the tiny Otter girl. Yes, claw first. Though, he scaled the thing back. Just enough for Emily to feel and enjoy something meant to tear her apart slide against her. His two side fingers were outside her panties and against her thighs, holding everything in place. At first, sliding was all he did. His finger going up and down her lower lips. She was so wet. The smooth pads of skin on his paw gliding against her. Each little rung of his elected a little gasp out of her. Emily herself, her paws were gripping hard on his wrists. Her own claw were out and biting into his fur. Nick wasn't going anywhere.
'I've missed this.' Nick thought, a growl escaping his fangs. The teasing pain of her claws sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine. 'Been so long since I was with another predator.'
"Ex-Expert... You're the ex-expert." Emily stuttered, her fangs forcing themselves free. The Otter girl bit into the arm of the fox holding her. Just under the elbow. It took her a second, but soon enough, Emily discovered what she had done. Emily sucked in a breath, visibly savoring him, before she broke away and looked at Nick. Her face apologetic. "S-Sorry."
"You do what you need to, beautiful." Nick smiled, showing her his fangs. Emily giggled in pure joy, biting back into his arm. Same spot too. Her tiny fangs and under powered jaw weren't strong enough to break his skin, even if she tried. Didn't matter though. A desperate, hungry growl clawed up its way from Nick's gut as he enjoyed Emily's literal love bite. Nick went inside. His finger sliding between her wet lips. Nick made her feel his claw. Emily bit down harder. Growling all her own. The little Otter's behind grinded back and forth, side to side, between his legs. Against him. Pressing into him. Nick felt his raging, throbbing, instincts trying to burst through his pants.
The fox could do this all day... but then Nick said something stupid.
"I can't believe what a lucky guy your hubby is." Nick bit his lip, feeling his words leave his mouth after he said them. Luckily, the dummy didn't stop his hand action. Nick sped it up, actually, to rub past his own words. It worked on Nick. Felling, the Otter girl squeeze him with every slide of his finger inside her. 'So tight. Tighter than anyone I've been with.'
"My, H-Hubby... Oh, Emmett." Emily mumbled absently, the Fox's arm still between her teeth. Her eyes glazed over. It took a second, but the Otter focused her gaze. With visible effort, Emily pulled herself away and eyed the fox, panting. "Nick! M-Mr. Wilde, wait. I-I'm sorry but I, I love- I'm with Emmett. I...gosh, I'm married. Happil- his family. I don't want to risk them knowin- the marriage... I'm sorry. It's not every day a dashing Fox just walks into my life, but..."
"Mrs. O, if you want me to stop," Nick said, pulling his hand from between her legs. There was a small 'popping' sound as he did. Emily winced, audibly frustrated. "You can just say-"
"No!" Emily roared, grabbing Nick's wrist and slapping his hand back between her legs. She actually roared. Nick didn't know Otters could roar. "I mean... Gods, this is crazy. His fam- My family, I mean, is everything to me. If they found out…"
"What about Emmett himself?" Nick asked.
The now police officer had been here before. Being the 'other man'. Though, not since he put on the badge. Being the sly fox that he was, no surprise. It was important to ask. He needed to ask. For safety. Hers. His. Everyone. Plus, it always made it 'their' choice. To take that first real step. An important tool for a con-man. He was a cop now, but old habits were tough to break. Besides, Nick was curious. Though, Nick got a pretty good idea what Emily was going to say when the otter started rubbing his hand over her crotch. Through her soaking panties, no less. The Otter girl's hands still tight on his wrist.
"What would he think?"
"Emmett would be happy for me." Emily huffed, moving his hand up and down on herself with visible effort. Her eyes hard on his claws. Emily bit her lip again as her legs enveloped his hand up to about halfway up his forearm. The poor frustrated girl licked her lips as she put her fingers over his, trying to move them with her own. Focusing on his middle one, edging his claw into her. "Just like I am when he finds a new boy- but if his parents find out... It would ruin everything."
"Hey, hey, hey..." Nick said, reassuringly, pulling his hand free of her grasp. All of her grasp. Emily audibly groaned, frustrated and sad. Clear despair and fear in her voice. Nick hummed, happily, in her ear, as he padded his hand on her stomach and slid it back down. Purposefully. Hungrily. Gliding his hand, claws first, slicing even more ripples through the dress, but not her panties. Emily chuffed, hurried squeaks. A clear mating call among many species. Civilized or not, some things you just don't evolve out of. "I won't say a word to anyone, and you can stay happily married. Okay? Scout's honor."
"R-Really?" Emily stuttered as Nick's finger slid over her again. Its claw perfectly between her. The poor girl's entire lower body was shaking on the couch. To Nick's surprise, the tiny woman was managing to move the heavy furniture they were sitting on. "I respect that you're married. Your cozy little life will be nice and safe."
"Cozy. Safe." Emily breathed, leaning into the fox behind her. Her back on his stomach. Her head on his chest. Her chest heaving up and down with each, desperate, anticipatory breath. "Little life."
"Is someone unhappy?" Nick asked.
"N-Not with you here." Emily answered, grabbing Nick's knees to her side like they were arm rests. Her claws digging into him deeper this time. "Now, make me CUM... please."
He did.
Nick went back inside quick, smooth and with the skill that came with years of practice. The fox was so much bigger and stronger than the Otter in front of him. She was practically bouncing on the couch each time he thrusted his finger. Emily's eyes glazed over, her hands jolting this way and that. Grabbing hold of him to keep herself from falling off. Emily didn't bother to hold anything inside this time. Each breath was fallowed by the mating call of her kind. Usually with a quick 'oh gods' or 'yes, yes, yes'. Nick's personal favorite was a sputtered 'finally'. It didn't take long. The poor girl had been kept on the edge for a while now. Long before Nick even arrived at her home.
Emily's legs, among other things, clenched tight around him like a vice. Nick would be surprised if his hand was getting any blood flow. Forget about his finger. Her head was bent to the side. Her eyes crossed. Emily was sucking in a breath as she vibrated on his lap for a solid minute. Then she just collapsed on top of him. The poor girl taking low, deep breaths. Tears flowed down her face.
"I-I..." Emily breathed, wiping away her tears. A drunken smile on her face. "I needed that."
"Glad I can help." Nick smiled down at the leaking Otter girl in his lap. The fox, slowly, slid himself out of her. The poor girl grunted as he pulled himself free. Emily was already missing him. Nick held Emily in his arms as he kissed the back of her head. "Any time. Any place."
"We-We're not done." Emily announced, turning around on Nick's lap to face him. She just knelt there, staring at him for a solid minute. Her knees on the cushion. Nick never lost his smile, though he did raise his eyebrow at her. Emily squeaked another mating call before reaching over to the side lamp table and flipped over the framed photo sitting on it. "Not even close." Emily kissed Nick on the cheek. "We're going to the bed room."
Emily was about to get down off the couch, but she yipped as the fox scooped her up in his arms. Full bridal style. Nick carried her down the hall. Emily was surprised at first, but was quickly giggling with each step. As he carried her, Nick thought about the framed photo Emily turned over. He hadn't noticed it before that single moment. It was quick, but Nick had just enough time to steal a peak of it.
Nick didn't know how long ago it was, but the elderly Otterton's were over for dinner. Visiting their son. The Otterton's by birth were having a ball... and ignoring Emily, their daughter-in-law. Who was sitting at the dinner table corner, bored, and poking at her plate.
'No wonder she flipped it over.' Nick thought, making it down the hall, and reached for the nearest doorknob.
"Wait." Emily announced, reaching for his hand. Nick did, and looked at the girl in his arms. "That's Emmett's room. Mine's that one, the guest room... yeah."
Emily pointed to the open door directly across from the door Nick was about to open.
Nick gave Emily a look.
Emily rolled her eyes. "We're not a loving couple, alright."
Nick smiled, kissing her- on the lips this time. Emily sat there in his arms, frozen at first. She hadn't seen it coming, but quickly melted into it. Kissing Nick back. Their lips still together, Nick slid open the door and strutted them both inside. Hobbling over to the bed, Nick broke the kiss as he set Emily down. The fox leaned back to undo his pants. As he did, Nick looked around the room. It was different from the rest of the house he'd seen. Instead of cold and sterile blues and whites, Emily's room was covered in warm and welcoming yellows and browns. It reminded Nick of gardens at the start of Spring, just after you apply the fertilizer and plant the seeds. Not long later- Poof!
Sprawling saplings, everywhere.
New life.
Another Generation.
With a twitch of his finger, his pants fell down in a thump around his ankles. Nick was about to unbutton his shirt when he heard a panicked yip. Looking down, Nick saw Emily staring hard between his legs. Her eyes as large as dinner plates as his hard vulpine cock stared back at her. Nick tilted his head at that, at her.
"S-Sorry." Emily gulped, her eyes never leaving his dick. "Ju-Just, been a long time."
Nick grinned, leaned forward and kissed her. The fox made sure the smooch was heated, and deep. His tongue invading hers. Like most things with the fox, it was much bigger than the Otter expected. He utterly dominated her. Soon enough, Nick broke the kiss. Leaning back. Poor Emily was panting wildly, her gaze completely unfocused.
"You ready?" Nick asked. Emily just kept panting, as if Nick wasn't even there. Nick coughed, snapping her out of it. Emily focused her eyes back to his. Her green pupils staring into his, emerald on emerald. For some reason, Nick felt warm. Warmer than he had before.
"A-Are you sure that's g-gonna fit, hun?" Emily asked, her eyes darting down to his crotch. "I-I mean, gosh. You're so mu-much bigger th-than..."
It was a legitimate question. In the modern world, inter-species relationships were more and more common. A big part of that, and... one, of the 'largest' concerns was the size difference between partners. Zootopia itself had entire communities dedicated to making such relationships work. Some of which were specifically devoted to the largest and the smallest coming together. It was one of the many appeals that drew so many to the city. Otters and Foxes were far from the widest contrasts. Though, they were pushing it when it came to compatibility.
Nick himself wasn't worried. He wasn't modest, but he was 'average' as far as foxes go. As for Emily, she was on the taller side. As far as Otters went. But that wasn't really the question here.
Nick scanned Emily's face. Welcoming, yet shy. Eager, yet uncertain. Desperate, yet afraid. Emily wanted this. Needed this. So much so, she was sabotaging herself. Nick needed to make the first move this time, and a big one.
Luckily, the fox knew exactly what to do.
Leaning forward, Nick bent down so his snout was level with hers. Emily noticed this and looked up. Their eyes met. Identical green met each other. Nick glided his hands forward, planting them on her knees. Emily saw this, she gulped as Nick inched his fingers forward. His fingers looked like they were stepping on her fur as the tips of his claws dipped and stabbed into the torn remains of her dress. Soon enough, Nick made it to her center. Right in the middle of her torso. The fox grabbed the dress hard, his claws dug deep into its material. Nick gave out a hungry growl of a predator, ripping the dress apart.
Sheers of thin blue fabric flew through the air. The shriek of the tear echoed in the room. Leaving the Otter girl sitting on her bed in only her panties. Emily herself was just frozen there, still. She wasn't even breathing. Her eyes as wide as dinner plates.
"Trust me." Nick whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.
It did the trick. Emily snapped out of it. The Otter took in a fast inhale before collapsing onto her back on the bed. Her breaths quick and light, Emily forced herself onto her elbows to stare at the fox. More tears rolling down her left eye now. The poor girl came, just from that. Nick smiled at that knowledge, making sure to show his teeth. The fox reached back, grabbing one of her pillows. It was the color of the firstborn green of Spring. Nick slid the pillow under Emily's lower back. His hands free, Nick glided both middle fingers to the sides of Emily's panties. Looking down, the fox noticed they were black- with a floral pattern. The predator growled happily at that.
"Don't want to waste these." Nick teased, sliding the panties down her legs safely and intact. Emily herself nodded like a bobble head. Her little noggin went up and down so much and so fast, Nick wouldn't be surprised if it fell off. The fox grabbed the otter by the ankle and lifted her leg up with one hand, as he positioned his vulpine cock with the other. Emily bit her lip, holding in another mating call of her people. Nick himself looked down between her legs and took a whiff. Emily smelled as she looked; wet, eager, and beautiful. "Trust me. I've been with smaller gals. I'll go slow at first."
"Mmmm-hmmm..." Emily hummed, her eyes hard on the vulpine cock edging closer to her.
"Try and keep your hips aimed upwards a bit." Nick advised, his 'mating' tool pressed up against her entrance. Emily let out a deep moan from that action alone. It looked kinda like that game infants play to learn shapes. Putting the peg in the right hole. The peg was the right shape, yes, but the size... "And exhale every time I thrust in, okay?"
"Ohh-gods!"Emily howled as Nick pushed himself in. Both predators had to sink their claws deep into the sheets just to keep themselves in place. Emily yelled out a battle cry. Her legs in the air. Her back bent into an arch. Her eyes bursting into giant red hearts. "N-Nick, I... you... huge... F-Feels..."
"Heh, don't forget to breath, darling." Nick advised, his body hovering above her. His face less than an inch from hers. Emily, her eyes still bursting red hearts, looked back into his emerald greens. The fox opened his mouth to speak, but the Otter's webbed hands slapped onto the sides of his face. Her claws out. Nick didn't know where to go with that, so he went on. Both panting. "You good?"
"Amazing... I've Never... So big... Before." Emily forced out as Nick inched his way forward inside her. Soon enough, the fox made it. Fully inside her, or all he could be inside her. "Never be-been with so-someone... Sooo good."
"Look down." Nick said, fallowing his own advice. Emily was right behind him. The Otter saw the fox inside her. His length causing a bulge. An honest to gods bulge, inside her body. It was like a solid piece of wood had found its way into her body, between her legs.
"How is that e-even possible?"
"Heh." Nick smiled. "I'm gonna go a bit faster now, okay?"
"Y-Yeah, fast... ready...okay?" Emily gasped, big breaths.
Then they went. Both predators went at it. The mating calls of their people echoed in the room. The colors of early spring, fertile earth, and new life surrounded them. The bed rocked, wildly. The two laying on it bouncing all over the place, claws or not. The single photo on the lamp table next to them flipped over onto its face. It was identical to the marriage photo in the living room. The one where the bride and groom, on the 'happiest' day of their lives, were forced and hurting while their families were crying and cheering from joy.
Back on the bed itself, the fox man on top of the Otter girl, giving her the greatest pleasure she had felt in her entire life. Emily laid there. Control of her body was gone. Her heart eyes swirling. Her mind a daze and drifting. Thought was beyond her- One thing stood out. One thing came to the surface. A memory.
Her wedding night. Specifically her wedding bed after the ceremony. Emmett, decked out in a tuxedo that only a family of corporate accountants could afford, was laying on the mattress. Its immaculate sheets, meant to be ruffled and torn off, stayed exquisite and tucked in square. The bespectacled Otter man was on his phone. Facetiming his latest boyfriend. A large orange tiger eating a bowl of cereal. Both of them had their pants off, a hand gripping themselves between the legs.
Emily herself was in the corner. Sitting at the complementary desk. Her wedding dress was more expensive and new than any car her family had ever owned. The Otter girl was already halfway through an even pricier bottle of whine she'd snuck into the room. Drinking herself to sleep.
"Th-This should've happened that night." Emily mumbled, her eyes coming back into focus. Tears rushing from both now. "All those years ago."
"Wh-What?" Nick asked, himself quite distracted. The fox man's hands on Emily's hips, keeping her steady. His eyes were hard on the Otter girl's chest as her modest breasts bounced everywhere as the wooden bed creaked and rattled below them. "D-Didn't hear y-you."
"The be-best comfy, Co-Cosy little life is nothing without th-this!" Emily cackled, gripping the sheets below her as she kicked her feet up and laying them on Nick's forearms. Her heart eyes staring into Nick's green emeralds. The fox growled agreement, picking up his speed. Nick could feel Emily tightening around him again, just like on the couch before and when his 'private' braved the 'beachhead'. It felt so good. "Ke-Keep go-going!"
"Tu-Turn over." Nick ordered, slowing down enough to let it happen but never quite stopping.
"Y-You're su-supposed to ask a la-lady politely, yo-you know." Emily joked, nervously, as her lower body clenched up. Desperate, pleading, begging for Nick to ram back into her as he pulled out- she was so close. Nick didn't make her wait long. With one hand, he grabbed Emily by the shoulder and rolled her onto her front. The fox positioned the otter. The cute girl on her knees, her butt in the air. Emily bit her lip, whimpering desperately as she felt Nick grab her tail with one hand and her thigh with the other. His claws digging into her fur on each. Emily was so wet, she could hear herself dripping on the sheets below her.
"Might wanna grab onto something." Nick purred, the fox actually purred as he rubbed his rock hard cock up and down against her opening. Emily audibly whimpered at this as she did as ordered, her claws digging into the mattress. Thankfully, they weren't sharp enough to cut through the sheets.
"Y-Yes, sir." Emily shrieked another love call of her people as she felt Nick pressing into her again. 'Gosh, am I really doing this?'
Emily didn't have time to dwell on it as Nick powered forward, both his hands on her hips. Slow, hard, and methodical. Like a peen shaped bulldozer. With someone Nick's size and strength, Emily probably should've felt like she was being torn apart. But she wasn't. Even as she saw and felt that same bulge in her body. Emily felt... complete. Like a piece she didn't know was missing was finally put in place. That piece was a chunk of meat slathered in every kind of sweet goodness known to animal kinda as it forced its way into her water loving p-ussy only to pull back out again. Hitting every single nerve center doing it. Rinse and repeat.
'He's using me like a toy.' Emily thought, panting. Her eye twitching as Nick railed into her. 'Its never felt this good before.'
FWAP!
It was louder than before, when Emily was just on her back and Nick on top. Oh, the bed still creaked and ricked, but that was the furniture. Nothing from their actual bodies coming together... aside from the sweet nothings out of their mouths. Nothing from their actual bodies coming together. Now, it was different. Now it was Emily's behind and back of her thighs smacking against Nick's. Fur or not, it made some noise.
Emily didn't know why, but it just made everything so much better.
FWAP!
FWAP! FWAP!
FWAP! FWAP! FWAP!
FWAP! FWAP! FWAP! FWAP!
Just like that, Emily cummed once again. The poor sex starved girl had actually lost count by now, and they hadn't been doing it that long. It was a pretty good trade off for her legs, which just gave out under her. Lefty and righty sputtering around randomly from raw nerves. Landing Emily back on the bed, on her stomach. The small Otter female's heart eyes bursted bright red, actually glowing as they crossed together. Emily burbled pure delight, another tear trailed down an eye on one side, a dribble of drool down the other side. Before the last orgasm stopped, Emily felt another one start- squeeing as Nick gave out his own battle cry of love-fucking. His grip tightened. His claws biting into her even harder.
"F-Fuck, I think I'm gonna... gonna cum soon." Nick grunted, his eyes half open, his mouth watering from the side.
"N-Nick, wa-wait." Emily pleaded, her glowing red heart eyes blinking back to her usual green as she looked back at the fox railing her from behind.
Nick did not wait, or rather he didn't slow down. The fox grabbed Emily by her shoulder and raised her up, so she was sitting on his lap as he crawled onto the mattress. Nick's own legs curled back so he was on his knees. Emily herself bounced off Nick's lap with every thrust. The tiny thing might've been thrown across the room if Nick wasn't holding her in place. The Otter girls' dead wet noodle legs dangled uncontrollably off his lap. Emily bit down on her lip hard as she felt herself cumming yet again from this new position. She tried to fight it, but it was no use. Emily chose to power through, and enjoy it.
"Di-Did you pu-put a condom o-on?" Emily breathed, grabbing Nick's wrists and steadying his rhythm. She was still bouncing off him, but not quite so crazy. It was so good, Emily felt numb. "I-I don't, I-I ca-can't..."
"D-Don't nee-need it!" Nick grunted, growling happily. "Fo-Fox, Ot-Otter. No ri-risk there."
"Y-You su-sur-oh gods! You sure?" Emily forced out, her head twitching hard to the side as she cam on top of cumming on top of cumming on top of another fucking orgasm. The girl was delightfully confused. It was like a part of her brain that was dormant her whole damn life suddenly went active. Like a fucking valcano. A fuck volcano that just wouldn't stop erupting. Her pussy sure felt like it. "I-I don't thi-think its ev-ever been tri-tried before."
"Wa-Wanna roll those dice? I-I'm feeling lu-lucky." Nick challenged, his voice grunting and breathy. "How a-about you?"
Emily could feel his breath on the back of her neck. Even that was enough to send Emily into another burbling round of cummies.
"M-Mis... I-I'm about t-to..." Nick grunted, he gripped so hard Emily was sure his claws were drawing blood now.
She loved it.
"Okay!" Emily shouted. "Inside!"
"Oh f-uck. Oh f-uck. Oh fuuuu!" Nick roared, biting down on her shoulder. His eyes closed as he slammed Emily down on his lap and his vulpine cock. His fangs biting into her fur, deeper and harder than his claws ever could.
The cop cam, hard. Like a freight train. He wasn't the only one.
Emily had been on an orgasm conga line since first insertion, but this right here? The biggest and hardest cum of not just her day, but entire literally fucking life as Nick filled her up with white gold. While both of their bodies froze solid as statues, to Emily, her entire vision turned bright red. Though, her eyes stayed green this time. Even as Nick fell over on his side, dragging Emily with him, the two were locked in place. Pure delight and nerv twitch on their faces.
After what felt like a tiny forever, probably less than a minute, the two finally relaxed.
Nick on his back, Emily on top of him. For the first time since they started, Emily felt herself going down.
Both panting and out of breath.
"O-Oh gods." Nick groaned, tilting his head back and rubbing his snout.
"C-Careful now, Mr. Fox."
Emily coughed, a river of joyful tears rolled down both eyes now as she leaned up to kiss the man who gave the girl her first good animal kingdom love cumping in years. Though, she made sure to angle herself to keep him inside her. Nick didn't open his eyes as he felt Emily's lips on his. He reciprocated the smooch. Kissing back himself the same amount she was, or tried to. The cop couldn't be quite as thankful as she was. Though, he could feel the odd position she was in on top of him. Without looking, Nick grabbed the tiny girl and twisted her over so she was laying on him proper. Her stomach on his. Nick had to lift her up to do it, but he made sure he never fully pulled out. Emily hummed happily as she sank down on him, Nick's vulpine cock going back where it belonged.
"O-Oh, Mr. Wi-Wilde." Emily panted, breaking the kiss as she sat up. Her bright green eyes staring down at his matching set. Tiny red hearts floated around her face. A line of drool connected their lips like a spaghetti noodle. Gaining a little control of her legs back, Emily lifted herself up and him out of her. "You're incredible. I can feel it all inside me..."
"H-Ha, S-so ah..." Nick smiled, awkwardly- then he looked at the bed. The sheets and the blankets were torn up, not a lot, but enough to notice. Though, apparently some splooge managed to get out and slather some of the cotton. Stains were already beginning to show. "Sorry about the covers."
"I... wouldn't worry about that right now." Emily said, looking down- putting a hand on her belly. "You don't think I-I could get pre-pregnant from that, could I?"
"A fox and an otter?" Nick scoffed. "Pretty sure that's not possible, sweetie."
"J-Just, wow. Haha." Emily grinned, anxious. "I don't know what came over me. I haven't felt like that in ages..."
"That turned into a little more than a back rub, didn't it?"
"Oh shush." Emily giggled, a dreamy smile on her face. Then she got really sad, afraid. "You're... You're not leaving now, right?"
"Want me to stay?" Nick asked, his smirk nervous and knowing.
"Uh, Um..." Emily muttered, her face blank- but then she shot up with a smile. "I've forgotten my manners again. How could I let you leave without making you something. You've done so much for me."
"Huh." Nick smiled, his eyes dipping down to her still naked chest. His smile grew. "I could eat."
"I'm happy to-oh!" Emily yipped, her face shocked before twisting around on Nick's torso to look down at something behind her. She yipped again, turning back around to face him. Her face blushing as she giggled nervously. "O-Oh, my." Nick's grin grew and her blush deepened. "Th-there might be a problem."
"Oh?"
"M-My legs, they, um..." Emily tilted over and grabbed her knee, moved it a bit. It was still as rubbery as a wet noodle, dangling off his torso. "Could, would you mind carrying me again? It was rather nice, before."
"Tell you what, I'll whip you up something." Nick offered, tapping the girl sitting on top of him on the nose. Emily gigged in surprise, padding a hand over where he bopped her. "I make a mean sandwich."
"I-I'd like that." Emily laughed, fittingly, her stomach growled at the mention of food-"While we're eating, maybe I could get your number- in case something comes up."
"Why not." Nick shrugged, sitting up. The fox wrapped the otter in his arms. His face right next to hers. His grinned lips peeling back, his fangs kissing her ear. "Make sure to hydrate, pretty lady. You're in for a LONG, hard," Nick lowered his hand to grip Emily's behind, his claws digging into her fur. Emily chuffed out a purr of pure need. "tender day."
"Oh, officer Wilde!" Emily laughed, like she was the happiest girl in her late twenties in the world- Then she padded her shoulder, where Nick had bit into her. A few droplets of bright red blood were on her palm. Emily's eyes went wide, an Otter mating call erupted in the room. "You know exactly what to say to me."
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"How about this place?" Judy asked, pointing at her phone on the table. The picture on its screen was a major housing complex. "Prairie Creek apartments."
The two partners on the force and in life were sitting at their favorite hang out of StarDucks. At their favorite booth. Their favorite overpriced lattes steaming in front of them. Their names written wrong or misspelled even though they came in on a daily basis. The two of them out of uniform and in their usual street clothes. Nick in his trademark green shirt. Judy in her purple hoodie.
"Its close to the subway, and its across the street from a shopping area!" Judy burbled on, happily. Totally engrossed in her latest prospect of where her and her inter-species mate might move to. Nick himself just looked out the window, bored. Truth be told, Judy first met Nick when the fox was living under a bridge. Only one outfit and six Zoo-bucks to his name. After he became a cop, it was the first time he had slept in a bed in years. Even if it was at a crouded barracks in the police academy. Nick didn't care where he lived, as long as it was with Judy. "Its got good reviews too."
Nick was shaken from his absent thoughts when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. The fox snuck a peek at the rabbit across from him. He was in luck, Judy was too engrossed in her own phone to notice. Nick pulled out his, keeping it under the table so only he could see it.
Officer Nick Wilde eyed the screen.
His blood turned to ice in his veins.
"Hey." Judy asked, concerned. "Something wrong, babe?"
The fox received a photo. Of a Mrs. Emily Otterton. In a hospital. Her husband next to her. A pair of older Otters behind them. The latter couple were wearing classy, expensive attire. A fresh ginger haired Otter newborn in her arms, another in his. Emily herself was staring hard at her phone's camera. Clearly nervous, terrified. The Elder Otterton matron hugged her son, the child crying in his arms. The Otterton patriarch was shrugging at the whole thing. Emily's smile was the most forced thing Nick had ever seen.
A text read at the bottom-
'We need to talk.'
"Uhhhh, no. Wrong number." Nick gulped, sliding his phone away. "Hey, you mind taking a detour on the way back home after work tonight?"