Operation Housecall

by Mr. Aanonymous

After the 'night howler' incident, ZPD and city hall thought it best to send officers to visit the families of the victim's to see if everything is okay. Guess which fox got assigned to which otter? This is my take on the indie comic by Siroc- with permission. Enjoy.

2. Luxury Apartment

Hey everyone. Sorry for the long wait. Truth be told. I got distracted. Overloaded on other projects. Real life stuff. Blah. Blah. Blah. Here's the second chapter. Much more romantic stuff involved. Hope you like it.

Operation House Call

Chapter 2- Luxury Apartment

Synopses- The chapter between Nick's first meeting with Mrs. Otterton in 'Operation Housecall' and the cap off trilogy chapter 'Can't say no'. Both of which are written and drawn by Indie comic writer 'siroc'. This here is my personal chapter. Written by me. No input by Siroc.

Hope you like it.

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"Hauteurs de luxe Acorn."

Judy announced, doing her best to drown out the ear bleeding muzak blaring in the elevator carrying them level by level up the apartment building. It didn't work. The rabbit cop sighed as she looked at the building's card in her hand.

"Does that sound French to you? Sounds French to me. Cheese and crackers. I should've taken that class instead of Spanish in high school."

"Makes sense. Our favorite farm girl took a class on something she already knew." Nick needled his partner. "Kinda like the mechanic's kid taking metal shop."

"Is this another 'down on the farm' joke you city folk love so much?" Judy asked accusingly, needling her partner back. "Why do you think I knew Spanish without a class?"

"Ohhhh, something about El Español hopping the border. Look'n for cheep work and a green card." Nick shrugged, that sly smug grin on his face. "Ohhhh, tell me you got to hit the piñata!"

"If this is you asking me to teach ya Spanish- try harder." Judy stuck her tongue out at Nick. The fox that was almost twice her height. Nick laughed. "Especially if you want me to introduce you to cute Mexican ocelot girls I know. They're totally your type."

"W-Would you really do that?" Nick stuttered, quickly turning away. The fox officer was doing his best to hide how interested he was- failing. Judy grinned at him. Just as smug, but stayed quiet. Nick laughed nervously. "Y-Yes. It is French. Specifically 'Acorn heights luxury apartments' in the land of the free!"

"Tierra de la libre mi culo-" Judy mumbled, rolling her eyes- Then her ears shot up, hearing what she just said. "Tha-That came out wrong."

Nick snorted.

"Its pretty much the capital of Riverfront Residential." Nick explained. "The richest of the rich and the tackiest of old money call it home... and you are totally introducing me to cute Mexican Ocelota's."

Judy waved her partner off. "What makes this place so special?"

"Well, look." Nick said, pointing behind them. The rabbit did- her huge, oval, anime like eyes doubled in size.

The elevator was made of glass. Its doors, walls, ceiling, even its floor. All completely transparent. Allowing its occupants to see the exterior as it scaled the outside of the building. That didn't show much when they were at ground floor, but as they climbed up the skyscraper sized apartment building- WOW.

Beautiful.

The skyline to the entire city laid before them. Spires of steel and stone climbed over and clutched together. Each of them a hive of bright shining squares of all shades and sizes. Below them the roads were rivers of light as endless cars drove in and around them. All of that, paled in comparison to the endless body of blue that was the Lions horn gulf and Bayou bay at its base. The buildings sloping down to the sea. The shining water stretched on and on into the horizon.

"I-Its like I'm looking at the brochure that inspired me to come to Zootopia in the first place." Judy stuttered, sheer awe in her voice. It was true. When Judy was young, so young she was just learning how to hop, her family homestead had received its mail. One of which was advertising for Zootopia's tourist season that year. The sight before her was on the front page of a pamphlet.

"Wouldn't be surprised if they took that photo in this very elevator." Nick announced, tapping the glass. "Best view in town. No argument."

"Its beautiful." Judy felt herself nod. She couldn't help it.

"With how much it costs, the view is downright orgasmic." The fox officer laughed without humor.

"Do I even want to ask?" Judy cringed, she could feel the pain coming.

"That car you just bought. The brand new one? The one that's got you in debt up to your eyeballs?" Nick asked, shaking his head. "Maybe... half a room- in the smallest apartment. A month."

"Why would anyone want something so expensive?" Judy whistled. "Who could have something so expensive?"

"People that don't have to worry about money." The fox said flatly- exactly as the door opened. He looked at the floor level. Nick snorted. "69, nice! Oh, and the very people we're seeing."

Out walked the officers of the proud ZPD, heroes of Zootopia- right into the hallowed halls of blue bloods and tacky carpets. Which happened to have tacky blue carpets. All kidding aside, it just appeared to be a normal hallway. Dull blue solid walls to the side. No designs or decorations. Rich blue carpet on the floor. Colorful rivers and streams in its stitching.

"Water-folk." Nick sighed, walking down the hall with his partner at his side. Passing by door after door with each few steps. The doors to the so rich, so famous, anyone could see them wearing spandex and scaring criminals at night. Trying to put the ZPD out of business.

"Okay, I get that we're assigned to these guys but why are we escorting them?" Judy asked, curious. "The could've just called a cab. An uber. A flipping lyft. Instead, they're catching a ride in a ZPD cruiser?"

"Oh, Judy. Sweet simple Judy." Nick the city boy shook his head. "After all this time, farm girl carrots, still doesn't understand politics. City hall and ZPD aren't done milking your hero status. Pretty sure you'll be holding the key to the city in a photo-op by the end of the day."

"Th-There won't be a photo-op... again." Judy stammered as the two officers reached their destination. "Will there?"

"Nooooo, not at all." Nick lied, knocking on the door. Judy slumped. Her ears going all droopy. The fox smirked at the rabbit. "We're here."

The door flew open. An ecstatic Mr. Otterton was standing before them.

"Oh my days!" Emmett cheered, a shining twinkle in his eye. A genuine smile on his face. He beamed at the two officers in full uniform at his door. "Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde, standing on my welcome mat. Are you here for the monthly check up? Oh where did all the time go?"

"Sorry, Emmett old boy." Nick shook his head, in a fake English accent. "That's next week. We're actually here for-"

"Oh I know. I'm just Josh'n with ya." Emmett laughed, turning around. Strutting back into his apartment. "I just need to grab a few things and we'll be off. But please, do come in."

"Oh, we're fine waiting on you." Judy announced, literally crossing her fingers. "Out here..."

"Nonsense patnah." Nick announced back, leaning into a southern accent this time. Judy eyed him. Nick winked. "How could we say no?"

The otter man cheered. The rabbit officer grumbled. The fox ex-con strutted inside.

"I know what you're doing." Judy whispered to Nick, hoping to his side.

"Getting an eyeful of how the other half lives." Nick answered, gesturing to the top tier pent house they were waltzing in.

"You did plenty of that when you were a con-man." The rabbit officer shook her head. "You're trying to weasel your way out of work."

"Weasel? This is an Otter home." Nick pretended to gasp. "Falling back into old habits, Hopps- but, yeah!"

"And... you want to see Emily again." Judy smirked at him.

"Maybe..." Nick mumbled, looking away. This time, it was his turn for his ears to get all droopy. Judy giggled, it was too adorable.

"I am so happy that the city is finally moving forward with the Bellwether case." Emmett announced, grabbing a coat from a storage closet. It was still inside a dry cleaner's bag. Peaking inside, Nick could see the entire closet was filled with identical bags. The former con-artist and thief recognized the brands stamped on them. Top tier. They only catered to people who showed off to the rich. Unzipping the bag, Emmett pulled out a snappy looking tan trench coat. "I have to ask, Its been how long since the incident? Why the wait?"

"The incident was unprecedented." Judy announced, her tone practiced and informative. Every cop had memorized this speech. Everyone and their grandmother asked them about the super villain that brought the city to its knees. "There weren't any laws on the books for it. The best the city could charge Bellwether with were misdemeanors. The city had to wait until they came up with laws with real charges."

"Normally, when this happens, ZPD lets the not-criminal go and then focus on all the legal stuff." Nick added on, shaking his head. "But o'l cotton candy hair proved so dang dangerous City hall and the ZPD couldn't afford that. Bellwether's been on house arrest all this time. Turns out, she's really into super nanny!"

"All this for a 'prey'." Emmett sighed, then his head shot up as he turned to Judy. The rabbit cop eyed him. "Apologies, Officer Hopps."

"Its going to be a long day." Judy sighed herself. "Mr. Otterton, you and a good chunk of the other night stalker victims will be at the courthouse for most of the day. Probably a good bit into the night. "Something like this, the lawyers like to take their time."

"That's what the legal department at my firm said." Emmett shook his head. Then he perked up. "Silver lining, the photo-op at the start of it. I had an outfit specifically made for this event. I wanted to look my best for the papers."

The happy Mr. Otterton was wearing what appeared to be a specially tailored formal blue three-piece suit. Double-breasted and pinstriped. There was even a chain for a pocket watch in the breast pocket. Emmett looked every bit like the banker and accountant that he was, if extra spiffy.

"The start..." Judy cringed, doing her best not to curse. "It's going to be a really, really, long day."

"Well, I am ready for it." Emmett announced, marching to his door. "Lets go!"

"Ummm, Mr. Otterton." The fox officer announced, stopping the Otter accountant in his tracks. "I do believe you're forgetting something."

"Forgetting... Ah, of course!" Emmett answered, pulling out more from that same storage closet. "My gloves. My hat... My umbrella?

"How about your lovely wife?" The rabbit cop pointed out. Doing her best to appear calm and collected. Professional. Though, it was clear she was annoyed. "The woman who convinced me to take up the night stalker case in the first place. The reason you're alive."

"Wife? Oh, right. I'm married." Emmett said, sounding utterly perplexed before he marched down a hall. "Uhhhh, let me go get her. Emma- that's her name right? Emma, we gotta go sweetie."

"Wow." Judy whistled. "That's bad. Emily chooses to live with that?"

"Meh." Nick shrugged. "Emmett's not a bad guy. Just forced to live a life he never wanted. And well, Emily's part of the 'never wanted' thing'."

"Sooo, just waiting for Emmett's parents to kick the bucket, huh?" Judy shook her head. "Gay son. Rich 'traditionalist' parents. Get married- to a girl- or you're out of the will. That's the story, right?" Nick nodded. "Soooo, you and Emily?"

"We're... figuring it out." Nick 'answered', an honest, unsure, look on his face. "Lots of moving parts. Lots of layers. No labels."

"That, that right there is why I'm all career right now." Judy snorted, a sad look on her face. Feeling a little bad for her partner and best friend. "Don't have to worry about drama like this."

"Heeeey, its special drama. The kind that soap opera's are made of." Nick smirked, leaning down. Whispering in Judy's ear. The rabbit cop went stiff. Frozen. She could feel his hot breath against her skin. "And you've got a live-in best friend who's ready to rip your close off- any time, any place." The fox blew into the bunny's ear. "Rabbit mating season's coming up. Our first."

"N-Nick!" Judy squeaked. Her cheeks rosy. Flushed. "Y-You know I don't like that."

"Yes, you do." Nick kissed her ear. Judy wiggled on her feet. Biting her lip to hold in a whimper.

"Yes, I do." Judy whined. "Stupid rabbit ears. So sensitive"

"Sorry to keep you waiting officers." Emmett announced, walking back into the room. A one Mrs. Otterton trailing behind him. The two could have not looked more different. One was dressed to the nines, perfectly groomed. The other was clad in what appeared to be rumpled and stained sweats pajamas, her hair unkempt. The latter did not appear to be ready to go outside in any way, shape, or form. Especially with camera's."A certain someone isn't feeling well."

"I'm having... the sniffles." Emily lied, her hand on her stomach. Which was much larger than when the officers had first met her. "I don't really feel up for-"

The young Mrs. Otterton suddenly noticed a certain fox officer in her new home. She stared right at him. Her eyes going wide. A small, surprised, eager smile on her face. The grin was barely repressed. Her cheeks blushed. A low growl rumbled in her throat. The mating call of the otters. Both officers stared at that. The well-dressed Mr. Otterton... texted away on his phone. Bored. The silence was torture. Judy nudged her partner with her elbow. She mouthed 'do something' to the frozen fox police man. Nick gulped.

"Sooo, Mrs. Otterton. Emily, are you okay?" Nick asked, putting on his 'professional cop' voice. His eyes dropping from her pretty, disheveled face to her child carrying center. His child. "Everything alright?"

"Oh, she's fine." Emmett waved a hand. "According to the doctors. Just the joys of pregnancy."

Emily Otterton did indeed have a bump. It wasn't a large bump. But it was there. Even through the oversized hoodie- it could be seen.

"Ah, yes. 'Joys'." Judy rolled her eyes. "Well, as a rabbit. From a bunny community, I know all about that. Always fun."

"Emmett, old boy." Nick announced, doing his best to break the tension- and yes. He did switch back to his fake English accent. "Truth be told, only you have to go. Emily is more than fine staying here."

"Oh, thank goodness." Emmett sighed, visibly relieved. "A certain someone's been under the weather all day."

Mr. Otterton pointed at his wife, making fake vomiting noises. Judy unhappily grumbled at him. Even Nick was uncomfortable, but quickly focused on Emily. Mrs. Otterton, just kept staring at him. That same barely suppressed smile on her race. Completely ignoring her husband's antics. Something she probably had a lot of practice at.

"So its agreed." Judy nodded. "Emily will stay here, and we'll hit the road-"

"And I'll be staying behind to take care of her!" Nick declared, cheered even. An exacerbated Judy opened her mouth to say something, but heard that same rumbling mating call from Emily. Her repressed grin was a mad smile now. Judy closed her yap. The top of her class at the ZPD academy, champion of the boxing ring, and hero of her city was not getting in the way of that.

"Officer Nicolas, are you sure?" Emmett asked.

"Emmett! Emmett. Emmett. Emmett- The loving family man!" Nick announced, gesturing up and down the well-dressed Otter. "I can see it in the headlines now. Forced to leave home to put a criminal away in court. The wonderful and faithful ZPD, doing everything they can for the people they protect. The citizen's comfort and care- or something."

"We... We both would look good in the papers." Emmett nodded, his quick and reliable accountant brain running the numbers. "We both benefit. I love it! It's true what they say, foxes are clever."

"Yessss, yes we are- speciesist dunce." Nick nodded, smiling through clenched teeth, whispering that last part. The oblivious Otter accountant, nodded back- marching out of his apartment. The fox officer winked at his rabbit partner. Judy eyed him, then looked at the better half of the Otterton 'family'. Emily herself holding the front door open for the Rabbit officer. A cheery, if, expedient, smile on her face. Judy got the message. "Enjoy the photo op. Remember, don't hold the key to the city like its a gun this time."

"I'll...remember that. Oh, and Nick..." Judy let it hang there, marching out the door. The rabbit officer waited until she had an expensive and sturdy blue door between her and the pregnant Otter woman. "Almost forgot, why do you know french?"

"Oh, um..." Nick stumbled, a bit blindsided by the question. "I took that class in high school instead of Spanish. Girls much cuter."

"Huh, makes sense." Judy shrugged. "Anyway, I'll-"

SLAM!

The door quickly crashed shut. A slim, small, chestnut brown hand turned and secured its lock. The rabbit officer and the Otter accountant were outside and were going to stay that way. Nick eyed Emily. The otter woman stared at him- hard. The well honed eyes of a predator shined at their mate. Her bright green orbs could've been glowing. Taking deep excited breaths- ready to pounce. Nick gulped- the near rabid otter woman jolted off her feet and nearly tackled the father of her child. The surprised Nick caught the growling Emily, catching her as she assaulted him with kisses.

"S-So long." Emily stuttered out between smooches. "T-Take your pants off!" More smooches. "No! Keep it on. Your uniform. Your Uniform."

"W-Wow, Emily." Nick laughed, genuinely. God, he loved her kisses. "Who knew you could be so saucy. But, just checking, you're okay. You're not actually sick?" Emily stammered, stopping her barrage of smooches. Nick raised an eyebrow at her embarrassed face. A fresh flash of blushes on her cheeks. Nick let her down. "What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing!" Emily answered, a bit too quickly as she headed toward the kitchen. "Should probably just brush my teeth. No reason!"

"Are you really sick?" Nick asked fallowing the soon-to-be mother of his child, genuinely concerned.

"Not how you're thinking." Emily shrugged, making it to the sink. She turned on the water, toothpaste and brush came next. "I've always been the nervous type, but after I met you its gone to a whole new level."

"W-Well, I-I always thought I was a special snowflake, but... really?" Nick asked. He didn't know if he should be flattered or not. Emily's blush deepened.

"The first man I've been with in ten years- it was the best sex of my life." Emily explained, just dropping it right there as she started brushing her teeth. Mumbling through it. "Now I stress vomit at the very thought of meeting you. I haven't been like this since I was a kid when my parents took me to the snow hills glacier roller coaster. That was only once. With you? Every time. Even today."

"Should... Should I feel good or bad about that?" Nick asked. He honestly didn't know what else to say - or feel. Emily spit out the toothpaste.

"Well, every morning after we're together, I have a goofy smile on my face." Emily giggled, winking at him. "Oh, and I get a case of jelly-legs for days."

"You always know what to say to me." Nick smiled, walking up to Emily. Kissing the cute otter woman on the cheek.

The second the fox pulled away, the otter pulled him back. Dropping her toothbrush on the floor. Both hands on his uniform. If her claws were any sharper she would've punctured it- And it was made for that. Emily kissed him on the lips. It got heated quick. Pressing herself into him. Nick felt the softness of her chest through what had to be three layers of clothing. The fox officer was tempted, but then remembered something. He did the stupid good guy thing- he pulled away. Forcefully breaking the kiss. The otter woman looked up at her man. Her eyes dazed. Cheeks flushed. Out of breath. She even licked her lips.

"I read the email I asked you to send to my dummy account." Nick said, already missing her kisses. "I know what the doctor said. Sooo, we should really get some food in you before any 'strenuous activity'."

"Ohhhh." Emily whined, an irritated growl behind it. She headed toward the fridge. "Will do, Officer. Dad."

"Still sounds weird to me."

"You never thought about having kids?" Emily asked, pulling out a leftover pizza box. She dropped a few oyster topped slices onto a plate and that into the microwave.

"Thought about, no." Nick shrugged, sniffing the air. It was good. Clam pizza, who knew? "But I always felt like I was going to have them."

"I know how you feel. It was always in the back of my mind. Even with Emmett." Emily nodded, no emotion on her face as she stared into the window of the microwave. Watching as the triangles of clam and cheese go round and round. Then, suddenly, she eyed Nick- her face blank. "Sooo, just curious- you and Judy?"

"We're partners, sure. Even live together. Relations wise…" Nick did a so-so gesture. "Even if she-we weren't super focused on our careers, its too soon after 'the incident'. Inter-species is already a hot-button thing, but predator and prey? Ohhh, boy. Toss in Judy's 'hero of the city' stuff? Too much attention- and drama. Judy's words."

"That's, a pretty loaded answer. Lot to think about. It does make sense… I guess." Emily nodded, absently. The microwave dinged. The otter girl grabbed her pizza and forced herself to take a bite. It was silent for a bit. Neither one really knowing what to say. The two stared at everything BUT each other. Eventually, it was too much. One talked. "How does Judy... feel about-"

Emily pointed to her pregnant center and Nick. No words.

"Gotta love those explosive breeder types." Nick smiled. "They're fine with sharing. Expect it, even. Especially when its always more girls than guys in the litter."

"I've, got mixed feelings about that." Emily forced another bite, a bigger one.

"I know you do." Nick sighed. "What would Emmett's parents do if-" Nick pointed to himself, then to Emily's bump. No words. Emily groaned.

"Exactly what you'd expect from those elitist blue blood ass-hats." Emily spat, bitterly. The otter girl pulled out a water bottle from the fridge. Angrily chugging half of it in one go. "They'd ruin your career, as a start Nick. At best, I'd get tossed out into the street- or off a balcony. Emmett might get off easy if his parents buy his innocent act. If they don't- right out of the will. Soooo, still pretty easy. Emmett the trust fund boy keeps the car. The house. The fancy three piece suits. My sweet hubby-poo just won't be able to afford..."

Emily gestured to the luxury pent house all around them.

"Speaking of, nice place." Nick nodded, finally allowing himself to soak in how the other half live.

Everything was huge. The kitchen and living room were all one space with no wall. That was pretty standard, the rest wasn't. The first floor was more or less a recreational area. Food and entertainment. There was no ceiling separating the first and second floor. That looked to be where all the bedrooms were. Both an elevator and stairway letting people up and down. What really stood out was the material everything was made out of. All of it was polished. Stone, marble, even carved driftwood- water folk. The wall at the far end of the living room? That was just a giant touch screen TV.

This place was so monstrously expensive, Nick would be downright insulted if the toilet wasn't solid gold- studded with diamonds.

"Would you believe me if I said I liked your old place better?" Nick lied. What he wouldn't have given for a chance to sneak in a place like this during his criminal days. The fox turned back to Emily. The otter girl was forcing down the last of her pizza- That's when he noticed some stray silverware. It was actual silver. Detailed and expensive. The plates? Nick didn't know what they were made of, but they actually smelled like 'Mortgage payment'. "It was... homey."

"And I'm never going to see it again." Emily declared. Her voice so sweet it was acidic. Her face turned bitter as she walked over to the couch in the living room section. "Since I'm FINALLY continuing the Otterton family line, I'm getting the good stuff. Oh- and so is my sweet Emmett. I'm officially a broodmare now. In the olden times, you would be legally required to call me a concubine."

"And they'd have chopped off my head. I'd be right next to yours on a spike somewhere- or was that too far back?" Nick asked, going by lazy history channel facts. Nick walked up to Emily, tossing the empty water bottle as she slumped in the closest end of the couch. Her face uncertain, as she looked everywhere but him. The father of her children and reason for recent hike for better quality of life- and forced to live a lie. Give birth to a lie. Nick knew this. Emily knew this. They had since that first trip to the doctor. "Soooo, I guess I'll just ask it; Is this what you really want?"

Emily looked at Nick, shrugged. She wasn't even going to pretend no to know what he was talking about.

"I do like my new place. I'm actually in the city. Meeting new people... you."

Nick gave her a lopsided smile. Fox's were never a tall species, but they were compared to Otters. Even if Emily had some height for her species, Nick still had his head and shoulders over her. That was when they were standing. Emily just sat there in her sweats. Her baggy green and orange turtle titan pizza hoodie hung loose on her body. Showing just how thin and lithe the young Mrs. Otterton truly was.

Looking down, Nick remembered when they first met. The poor woman was nothing but skin and bone. She had little reason get out of bed in the morning, forget about eating.

Now though? Nick noticed that she had actually put on some weight since then. It did indeed look good on her. Her body looked healthier. Her face fuller. Eyes brighter. Nick wrapped his arms around her. Giving the mother of his child a genuine gentile hug. Warm. Even now, it was something Emily just wasn't familiar with. It took a second for her to hug him back. Burying her face in his chest. Sniffling.

"I-I don't really have anywhere else to go, Nick." Emily confessed. "Before I met you, I had a golden cage. Nothing else. No one else. Now... even if you leave. Something happens to you-" She put a hand on her baby bump. "I'll have someone."

"W-Wow, uh... ten years of that?" Officer Wilde asked. Emily nodded. Nick shook his head, horrified.

He had been a cop for a while now, even during his time on the streets, he'd known hardened criminals that had been put away for less. Granted, Emily was technically just another lonely rich housewife. Someone Nick and most of the people he knew made fun of. But... this was the first time seeing it from the other side- and Emily wasn't born into that kind of rot. She was just at the right place, at the right time, with the wrong person.

Though, another thing stuck out to him. What she just said about him leaving. Nick... had never known his dad. His mother had never talked about him and Nick never asked. A cold hand gripped Nick's chest. One he couldn't describe but one he knew was always there. Always! Even in the earliest memories with his mother. His SINGLE mother. Nick kissed the top of Emily's head. Hugging her a bit tighter.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Dry those tears." Nick declared. His tone hopeful, happy and comforting as he could. It would take elephants in tactical gear to pull him away from her. "Professional good guy here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Y-You mean it?" Emily asked, looking up at him. Her brilliant green eyes all teary. Nick didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. He just kissed her. On the lips this time. To his surprise, Emily didn't jump him right there like before. She simply kissed him right back just as gently.

"Y-Yeah, I mean it." Nick stammered, feeling Emily slide down his body. "Ho-Hopefully that means we're done with the drama for the day."

"Ho-Hopefully." Emily snorted, breaking the hug. Wiping away a tear- Though she did put her hand over his. The one on her shoulder.

"You..." A light bulb shined over Nick's head. "You wouldn't have asked. You wouldn't have pushed me to ask- So there is more drama."

"I guess… I-I Don't really handle things." Emily sighed. "I pretend I don't have problems. Nothing's wrong. Everything is fine- you've seen the meme. The dog in the burning kitchen. Everything is fine! Then it all falls apart. Probably no surprise I'm jealous of Judy. A go-getter like her? Makes sense she's hero of the city."

"Yeah, Judy does that." Nick nodded. "I always made my problems worse. Made the fallout extra bad. Then I met o'l Officer Hopps. Because of that, I'm a cop- and I met you. One big wonderful thing after another. I'm pretty happy with it."

"After 10 years of being glorified camouflage for a gay guy, that's the most romantic thing a man has ever said to me." Emily smiled, rubbing the bump in her belly. Nick laughed, putting his hand over hers. They both rubbed her child bearing center together. Just sitting there on the couch.

"Hey, you're about halfway through right?" Nick asked, leaning down. "Can I feel it kick this soon."

"Hmm, maybe if you listen here." Emily teased, grabbing Nick's head and shoving his face into her chest. The ex-con and now cop yipped in surprised, his mumbling muffled by the loose cotton over the supposedly thin Otter woman's surprisingly pillowy breasts. "Sooo, hear anything?"

"Ummm, don't take this the wrong way." Nick said, his words muffled, popping his eyes up out of her bosom- still leaving the rest of his face in her warm, soft embrace. His green orbs scanned around, confirming it wasn't some trick from the fabric of the hoodie. Something big, round, and jiggly was under the layer of cotton. "You've, ah, gained some weight- I like it!"

"Really?" Emily giggled, her tone teasing. "The thought never occurred to me."

Using her elbows, Emily bumped her breasts- there was actual bounce.

Truth be told, Nick's memories of their first time together during his 'house-call' was kinda blurry. He remembered the feelings and sensations just fine. Nick could only vaguely recall what Emily actually looked like without any clothes. Mostly that she was tall and skinny- even for her species. The Otter woman's chest was cute and lovely, but wasn't big enough to actually... yeah.

"Oh, uh." Nick blinked. His nose still buried in her chest. His cheeks pressed up against a couple of hard points he hadn't noticed before. The officer got down to his knees, wrapping his arms around Emily's hips- his face still in his new favorite place. "Wow..."

"You say that now, just wait till you actually see them."

Emily teased, a sheepish- shy grin on her face. Her cheeks reddening as she finally let go of Nick's head. The wide-eyed Fox officer pulled back as Emily slowly- achingly, pulled down the zipper of her hoodie. Nick was far from his first time, the woman was carrying his child after all, but he had to admit- this was enticing. The policeman gulped as a line of cleavage he did not know appeared on a woman he'd come to know quite well. Emily giggled as she fully unzipped her hoodie. The two halves of the garment hung over two cream-colored apples. Just draping over Nick's new favorite things. While the naughty bits were covered by the cheap fabric, it was no less enchanting.

"S-Sooo," Emily stuttered, nervously, as she pulled back the green cotton to just the nipple line. Showing excellent side boob- center boob?- that Nick did not remember seeing on her. "What do you think?"

As anyone might've guessed by now, the fox and otter were in a secret relationship. Everything was low-key. Forced to keep things at arms length. The times the two managed to be together were much fewer than either liked. Whenever Nick and Emily met up, the latter was just that much more along in her pregnancy. The times the two did come together, they made up with all the love- and lov'n, they could.

This?

"Th-This is n-new." Nick stuttered, his eyes were hard on Emily's nearly exposed chest... among other things. "I-I can't look away- Don't want to." Emily laughed. It was a genuine, from the gut, laugh. Her blush deepened. "N-Never been around a pregnant woman before. Not like this. Is that- are those..."

"Its completely natural." Emily snorted, padding her hands over her chest. Sliding her forefinger and thumb, giving Nick a perfect imprint of what she now had- pretty good. "Though the size? Its a bit... unexpected. And they're only going to grow."

"Th-They are?" Nick gulped again.

"I've never heard you stutter this much, Officer Nick Wilde." Emily's grin turned impish. "Its cute."

"I've never heard you call me cute before." Nick gave Emily a look, finally making eye contact. "Bit of a reversal. You like it?"

"Ma-Maybe." Emily confessed, her smile filled with childish glee. Like a kid caught doing something naughty- and proud of it. "How about you?"

"You, the wonderful Emily Otterton, calling the shots tonight. Leading in the bed room- on the couch." Nick stated, tilting his head- nodding. Pretending to think it over. A knowing, eager smile on his face. "I like it. Tell me what you wanna do... Show me what you got?"

"Ha-Ha." Emily giggled, her face going full pink now. Unfortunately for Nick, she also folded closed her un-zipped hoodie. "Not just yet, sneaky- you. But there is something..."

Emily slid open her legs. Her center directly open to the fox man. Her loose Turtle Titan Pizza sweatpants dangled off her legs as she did. Giving her lower body a near formless look. Nick raised an eyebrow at that. The equally loose hoodie had hidden quite a bit. The policeman raised an eyebrow at that. He wondered what, if anything new, was sitting before him. Nick looked up, the otter girl's wide grin was as nervous as excited. Her pink blush got redder. Just begging for a response.

"I can guess..." Nick teased, sliding a finger behind the waist band of her sweatpants. The poor otter girl yipped in response. "But you'll have to say it- Mrs. Mom."

"I want you to take my pants off with your teeth." Emily growled- outright growled. Her voice fast and raspy. Her face had lost its nervousness. Replaced by sheer, naked, need. Longing. Emily Otterton had been waiting a while to ask him that. "Put your sharp, sexy, predator mouth on my knot here." Emily poked the little bundle of cloth strings under her belly button that kept her pants from falling to the floor. "And slid it down my legs."

"I can do that."

Nick grinned, growling himself in that low rumble he knew Emily liked. Which she did. Slapping a hand over her mouth to hold in the giggles as Nick leaned in. His face gliding over her legs just close enough to bristle against the loose cloth. When he finally, agonizingly, reached his target- Nick kissed Emily's bare tum-tum through the open lower part of her hoodie. The fox man scooped up the knot with his front fangs- locking eyes with her. His green orbs met her matching pair- he leaned back. The sweatpants trailing behind him. Pulled by the stings inside its waistline. His eyes never leaving hers. Soon enough, Nick was kneeling straight up. The sweatpants hanging on her knees. The strings taught between the garment and his fangs. Nick winked at his woman- and chomped his mouth shut. Like a trap. The worn cloth was cut by his sharp fangs. Falling to the floor in a heap.

Leaving the Otter woman naked from the waist down and open in the front.

"Your orders," Nick asked, in that sweet, chipper officer voice the boys at the station taught him. The voice they used all the time to pick up girls at bars. "M'Lady?"

"Ophhh." Emily swooned through her hand. Her face now beat red. "I-I want you to lick my like you're dying of thirst and I am your only way to live."

"I-Interesting choice of words." Nick chuckled. Emily's eyes shot open, realizing what she just said. "But accurate. Be right here, M'Lad-"

"Wait!" Emily shriek- whispered. Shooting her hand out at Nick as he leaned forward. "Ca-Can you do it like the first time? At the old house. What you did with your fingers. Please."

"A kiss for every inch." Nick nodded, proudly. "You have good taste."

And he meant it.

And he did it.

Leaning down, Nick started at her right knee. A smooch on its inside. One lip length after another, Nick trailed up her leg. A peck here. A kiss there. Smoochie. Smooch. Smooch. The kisses deliberately louder each time. The poor girl's legs were literally shaking like they were powered by D-batteries before he was even halfway up her thigh. A squeak every time his lips connected. Tall for her folk or not, it didn't take long to get to the finish line. When he did, Nick finally got a good look. Emily's inner lips were 'fuller', than before. If that was a way to describe a woman's genitals- and actually quivering. Her snatch looking physically hungry.

Waiting for him.

Nick would not make her wait.

Without any more preamble, Nick went for the finish line- Of course the second he made the touch-down, Emily growled like a wild animal, grabbed the sides of the Fox's head and smushed his face right against her hot center. Nick gurgled in surprise as the otter woman's legs wrapped around his neck and head. Nick had to give his woman props, she was a tiny little thing, but her legs had some grip. The trained police officer had a distinctly difficult time breathing-though the waves of odd smelling liquid splashing over his face as he was pressed against her body didn't help.

Looking up, Nick could see Emily's whole body was stuck stiff. Frozen in place- still twitching uncontrollably. Her head tilted to the side. One eye open. The other was blinking out 'Cumming' in Morse code.. A trail of drool dripping down the end of her mouth. Her teeth showing. Nick chuckled, happy for Emily, as he grabbed her legs to keep her steady and from falling off the couch. The fox smiled, an idea popping into his head. Forcing his mouth open, just a bit, Nick slid his tongue out and licked the otter woman.

"N-Ni..." Emily whimpered, and it was a whimper. Her entire body was vibrating- actually vibrating. Her head flopping to the other side. Both of her brilliant green eyes shooting open to giant red hearts. Tears running down her face along with the drool at her mouth. The predator woman's paws were out and digging into his skull now. Nick's smile grew as he kept at it. Lick. Lick. Lick. The poor girl was starting to gag. Her mouth gaping open. Her lungs trying to suck in air- by the sound of it, unsuccessfully.

Nick decided to ease up and pulled away.

He didn't get fair. A determined otter woman's entire bodily strength was trying to keep him there- but it was enough. After a minute or so, the poor girl's body went limp. Collapsing on the couch. Her limbs were no different. Like a quartet of wet, furry noodles, Nick slipped free.

"Air."

Nick breathed, taking in two full lungs worth. The ex-con was actually a little embarrassed he needed it. He felt a little better when he saw the mother of his child on the couch. Her body twisted on its side. Her eyes still hearts, swirling around in their sockets. A giant goofy smile on her face. She was still limp, but with an odd twitch every few seconds. The poor girl's tongue was even hanging out. Getting drool on the very expensive looking leather, among other... liquids.

"Sh-Shame on your E-Emily." Nick chortled. Wiping his face with her discarded sweatpants. "I-I can only imagine the dry cleaning bill for the stains we made on this thing. Wonder who's gonna pay for it."

"W-We haven't even st-started yet!" Emily stammered, pure, determined, need in her voice. Her heart eyes were still swirling around, but Nick knew she was staring at him. "A-All that. Fr-From a ki-kiss?"

"A, A kiss you've been waiting for." Nick nodded, admittedly. A pang of guilt in his chest. "A kiss I should've done sooner."

"A ki-kiss you'll d-do again?" Emily stuttered, forcing her eyes back together. Looking at Nick. Her mate. "You wi-will, right?"

"Any time you want." Nick promised, hoping he'd meant it. Truth be told, it was the first time he'd done that. Not many gal's like having a guy with fangs near their sensitive area. Emily herself was the first he'd run into that liked that sort of thing. "Even right now, if you want."

"N-No." Emily declared, grabbing the back of the couch. Doing her best to pull herself up- failing. Nick leaned down, helped her. The panting woman put her hand on his. Closed her eyes. Took a deep breath. "I-I'm already feeling weak."

"Are you sure?" Nick asked, putting his other hand on her baby bump. Emily opened her eyes, they were green again. "We got all day. Pretty sure Emmett won't be coming home tonight. Even when he's done at the court house."

"I'm sure I want to rip your clothes off and ride you like a mechanical dolphin until I deliver our next child!" Emily spat, desire and anger in equal measure. After a sigh, she put her hand over his on her stomach. "I al-already feel myself coming down. I ca-can't afford to waste anymore time."

"Are you about to ask me something? Something involving a ring and a pretty big dowry from an ex-husband?" Nick joked, looking around the exceedingly lavish apartment. "If you are, I'd have a hard time saying no."

"Wha-Oh." Emily snorted. Her confusion turning into annoyed certainty. She re-zipped hoody shut again. Leaving open just enough to show come cleavage. Juicy, swollen, cleavage. Grabbing her currently ample chest with both hands. Her soft, plump self pressing against the fluffy form fitting material. "Are you sure you want to see these? Limited time offer." Nick, wisely, shut his mouth. Emily smiled, a smug little smirk on her face as she zipped her hoodie bottom to top. "Take off your pants- but keep the rest of your uniform on. It helps me."

"This new you. The 'call'n the shots' you?" Nick dropped his pants. Fell around his ankle's in a heap. His utility belt in hand. It and its contents carefully set in a chair. Nick smiled at Emily. "I think I like it."

"I like it too." Emily growled, her eyes hard on the tent in Nick's boxer briefs. "I wanna tear those off with my teeth, but-" With some effort, Emily got to her knees and crawled til she was leaning her front against the arm rest. "Don't think we'll have time for that."

Emily wagged her tush at him. To Nick's surprise, it was a nice tush. Thanks to the all too infrequent times Nick had managed to sneak some alone time with the Otter woman, he hadn't really had the chance to fully appreciate the rear end of the sweet girl desperate for some nice grilling. Now he did. Big. Round. Very grabbable- if that was a word. Not quite bouncing bunny bun-bun tush level. But hey, what was. Like most of the otter woman from the first time they met, Nick expected Emily to be rail thin and lithe. Nick was glad he was wrong.

"Won't let me see the front, yet. Yeah, a little pained by that." Nick grabbed himself through his boxers. Emily giggled. Nick slapped his hand on her pronounced behind. An echo erupting in the room. The padded flesh jiggling from the impact. Emily chortled a moan. "I'm still pretty happy."

"Ni-Nick..." Emily grumbled, licking her lips. Nick chuckled as he hopped next to his woman on the couch. Kneeling behind her. Emily glared at her man as he grabbed her hips. In a snarl, Emily reached back and ripped his boxers off. Tearing them to ribbons with her claws. Thankfully, the fox man himself was untouched. Though, he was still shocked and a little scared. "No more talk. Fuck me!"

He did.

After aligning himself, 1.2.3- push!

Nick, for his part, stayed quiet- well, wordless, more like.

Grumble. Grunt. Growl.

The fox police officer let his predator side shine through. Frankly, he needed it. His pregnant mate was by far the tightest he had ever been with. And that at was saying something considering his first time with Judy was during her meter maid days. Even his first time with Emily wasn't like this. Her velvety, wet insides were alive and hungry. Mindfully doing everything it could to keep him from leaving- and if he wasn't the work horse, forced to move this along, he happily would have. But his mate could barely move on her own, so he was, and he had to keep moving.

Oh, and yes. It was the first time Nick had been with a pregnant girl this along. And no. He was not going to describe it. Nick Wilde, the ex-con and now Star detective, did not have the brain power for that.

Afraid he'd hurt her, and himself, with his caws, Nick let go of Emily's hips as he bent up and over his mate. His front on her back, Nick reached under Emily. His arms sliding through hers as he gripped her chest. Her plump pregnancy boobs protected by the thick, fluffy cotton material of the hoodie. Her swollen boobs, two perfect twin handfuls for his paws.

"Ah-haaaaph, Nick." Emily whimpered, her breathing labored and light. Her eyes glazing over as her mate used his new position and grip for the leverage he needed. Gentle, he went- and careful. But hard, for both of them. Emily was practically cumming her brains out non-stop. Nick? The poor man was doing everything he could to hold it in. One of them was going to pass out and sleep for the rest of the day. Nick really didn't want that to arrive so fast. Boy, did he want to. They were going to enjoy this moment for as long as they could. Though, Emily was not making it easy.

No. They did not bother with a condom. Because, well... come on.

Though an old pajama hoodie or not, Nick was enjoying Emily's plump pregnancy boobs. They were fuller, warmer, and...grabbier than before. If that was a word. Nick could feel the pudding like flesh bulging out through his fingers. Her hard nipples and his pointed claws doing their best to cut through the cotton. Nick was tempted, but decided against it. Emily was calling the shots tonight, probably for the first time in her life. Nick wasn't going to spoil his mate's fun.

Soon enough, they both discovered a problem. Well, Nick did. Emily was discovering her own, everything, right now. Anyway, with each go Emily was loosing her grip, her stance. Slipping away on the slick leather of the couch. Thankfully, Nick caught her just in time before they both fell to the ground. From a lifetime of living on the streets to a fair while as a cop, Nick used all his strength- without hurting her- to hold up Emily by her side and front. His hands never leaving her now bountiful bosom.

Emily didn't even seem to notice. Her head jumbling like a pleasured senseless bobble head. A pair of swirling red hearts where her bright green orbs should be. Tears, drool and other lower liquid dripping everywhere. On and off the couch. Pressure building inside Nick as pleasure mounted and slathered over him. Sliding his jaws up against her jowls. That got through. The once limp and senseless Emily went ridged in his arms. Nick growled a low, throaty roar in her ear. His fangs nibbling on her earlobe. A haunted, desperate, breathless moan escaped her lips as Nick climaxed.

Rope after rope of Nick filled Emily's insides. Her body freezing up, as was his. Bright stars and dark dots filled Nick's world- quickly replaced with a flock of bird sized shining red hearts fluttering away from Emily's face. Nick was hoping he was hallucinating- hoping. Emily's body lost complete control- collapsing on the couch. The father of her child slipping out of her in the fall. Emily's head resting on the arm rest. Nick himself was still stiff and hard. A low roar rumbled in his throat and chest. His green eyes glowing. Even in the bright, reflective apartment, they shined. His locked muscles holding his limp mate in place.

Then he collapsed.

"Oh sh-"

Nick cursed, catching himself and his mate before he fell on top of her- crushing her. Nick wasn't too much larger than Emily herself, probably lighter even with her current state, but he was not going to risk it. With great care, Nick grabbed the couch with one hand as he lowered Emily with the other. With a sigh, Nick plopped on the couch. Even on his side, there was barely any room. A good chunk of him was hanging off the edge- all the heavy, awkward gear on his uniform did not help.

"S-So, you gi-giving the orders. How'd you li-like it?" Nick stammered, still catching his breath. Hearing no answer, Nick opened his eyes and found his mate fast asleep. Her body still limp- and twitching. A smile, beyond happy, on her face. Lines of tears going down her closed eyes. Soft, steady breathing in the background. Nick smiled, pride burning in his chest. "I-I'd say pretty good. Wow, never f-fucked a girl unconscious before."

"Nic..." Emily whimpered, still fast asleep. Her hand over her round baby bump. Her child- His child.

"Right, not a girl." Nick nodded. Decision made as he reached over and hugged Emily. "My girl..."

Nick felt something gooey under him. Looking down. Their entire section of the couch was slathered in... something. A few somethings. A sharp stain was already carving into the expensive leather. Same thing for the top half of his police uniform. Nick sighed.

"There goes my months- Years rent. Sorry Judy."