Operation Housecall
Chapter 4- Humble abode
Summery- Nick is taking Emily to his apartment to spend the day with her. Lots of surface level background stuff. Set pieces- world building. Fluff- then the lov'n!
This is the lemon adaption of siroc's 'can't say no' comic. Hope you enjoy.
Oh, and to be clear. I'm basing this part of zootopia- the city- on Chicago and Milwaukee. They're the two cities I know best. Can you guess which one I live in?
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"Ah, the world-famous Elevated Mammal metro line, or- 'the L'."
Emily announced, her tone chipper and insightful as she turned to the fox on her left. The happy couple were sitting in what appeared to be a metal tube- on a line of metal tubes. Each one about the size of a city bus. Going down a railway built two stories or more above the ground. Roads and buildings running below and next to them as their line raced by.
"Originally built in 1891 as a way to connect four separate neighborhoods to downtown coming together in a big rectangle, called 'the loop'."
"Done your research, huh?" Nick smiled at his woman to his right as their line curved into a turn. The otter woman perked up at that. A proud little smile on her face. "Don't tell me you lived in one of these things. Do they have plaques in here?"
"Only in the tour lines and the gift shops at the All Migration Station- or 'AMS'." Emily happily listed off. "We're about to pass through it. We could stop there for a souvenir if you want, but..." Emily's proud smile turned spicy, licking her lips at the fox. Nick bit his lip, humming an affirmative back to her. Emily snorted. "It's open all night. We'll stop there when we go pick up the kids."
"Works for me." Nick shrugged, still curious. "Still, I'd be surprised if you retained all that from a paper you did in high school."
"I've got a lot of extended family in the Iron-Works union." Emily explained. "Mostly in the underwater works department."
"Huh, that's neat." Nick nodded, then he had a thought. "Wait. Otters? Not Beavers? You said underwater, right?"
"You couldn't pay beavers to work with steel." Emily answered, smugly. "Something about ruining their teeth and tails. Otters, we still chomp through clams for fun. Steel is no problem."
"...Really glad you told me that before we did any- experimenting, tonight." Nick said, awkwardly looking down at his woman's mouth. He coughed. She laughed. "Wait, you said you did lots of jobs. I know why you didn't fallow your parent's 'career' paths, but why not that? Iron works seems like a good gig. Especially with family."
"I did. For two full years." Emily replied, her perky smile quickly returning. But swapped out with a frown. "Great pay. Amazing benefits. Good way to see the city. Even make friends. But it's hard. Not just the work, but what it does to your body over time. A lot of my family are blind, deaf, or have arthritis before they turn 50. My parents saw that and what it was doing to me even so soon in the job. They pulled me out. It was actually my last job before the pizza delivery thing."
"Which was when you met Emmy- the rich boy." Nick whistled, getting it. The soft tune quickly muffled and lost in the crowded tube in the air the size of a city bus. "Still, Iron will. Steel spirit. And-" Nick coughed, with confidence. "Strong hands. You're a lot tougher than you look. Anyone ever tell you that, Emily?"
Emily blushed. Her tiny cheeks turned bright pink. "You did. Just now."
"Well, you're obviously proud of it." Nick said, kissing her temple. Emily squeaked. "Keep going."
"Th-Thank you." Emily stuttered, happily kissing her man back- on the cheek. "But yes. The Mammal metro line got its start connecting those four neighborhoods over a hundred years ago. It kept on expanding and expanding over the years- even to the modern age. The current metro expansion project isn't expected to finish until 2029."
Emily said, pulling out her wallet. Showing him a printed off black-and-white picture of middle aged Otter man in a 'roaring 20's' era business suit- a bulldog like face, a white fedora tilted to the side on his head, and a scar on his eye.
"Good look'n guy." Nick said, pointing at the picture. "Friend of your... grandpa's great grandpa?"
"He's my oldest family on record. On my dad's side." Emily explained, putting her wallet away. "Alphonse Gabriel Capone Lutrinae. He was one of the founders of the metro- among other things." Emily whistled, awkwardly. "A character, that one. You'd like him."
"Really, how so- wait a minute." Nick said, tilting his head back in thought. "Alphonse Gabriel Capone Lutrinae. Capone... I swear, I've heard that name somewhere."
"Nick." Emily sighed. "It doesn't matter. He's long dead."
"Still." Nick said, curious. "You said your great something grand-daddy was rich enough to stamp his name on the metro's lease... and your family lives in West Lake-town? That's a story there."
"And you'll have to give me one just as good to hear it." Emily said, pointing around the crowded metal tube. Their voices quickly drowned out by loud yammering and blabbing surrounding them. "Same deal as before."
"You've got a lot of those, don't you." Nick said, folding his arms at her. "Stories that people want to hear." Emily shrugged. "You really know how to make a man wait."
"Maybe." Emily smiled, smug as ever. She folded her arms back at him. Framing and pressing something very impressive toward her man. Nick's eyes all but popped out of his head. "But not for long."
"A-Amazing." Nick stuttered, nervously adjusting his tie. "You're am-amazing. In man-many things. Oh boy." Nick took a deep breath, looking away from Emily's smug face. "Having us take the L instead of driving. I get it. Street camera's everywhere. Metro-line, too many faces all at once. Easy to get lost in the crowd. Even when we're right together."
"And it beats traffic." Emily said, just as their line began slowing down. "Oh, here's our stop."
Just like that, half the people in the entire line just got up and walked out. Our favorite couple among them. The second they were out, the two were center stage of a study in contrasts. Buildings surrounded them. Squat and square. Tall and thin. A line of road and rail above them. A line of water and boats below. Brick of red and yellow. Old and new. The few pieces of metal shown were all bright turquoise. Some of it rusted bronze, most of it was just paint. Endless people from around the city were walking about.
"Y-You brought us here?" Emily stammered, her eyes darting at the everything around them. "We're at the river-front in down town."
It was true. A large river that flowed from in-land to the bay was at their side. A huge overpass and the rail line was above them. Historic buildings over a century old surrounded them. As were plenty of tourist traps. Tennis courts. Boat rides. Even a scuba diving class- oh, and a canoe troupe.
"That I did. Now, if you will fallow me."
Nick announced, bowing to his woman. The blushing girl offered her hand to the fox. He took it. The two walked down the river front, hand in hand. The otter woman, born and raised in that very city, skipped and strutted. All but dancing on the stone of the walkway as she drank in all the surrounding sites. Nick smiled down at his woman. Happy that she was having such a wonderful time, even if they were just walking together. Nick also happen to like how her warm, happy, yellow sun dress swirled around her as she did. Soon enough, or sooner than one of them would like, they made it to their destination just a block or two from the rail-way stop.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Prairie creek apartments." Nick said, pointing at the squat six-story apartment blocks in front of them. Four rows wide, and about three city blocks long. Two small, one way roads going between the rows, with a strip for parking in the center. "Its clean. Classy. Great parking. Just down the road from the best fun in town. All for decent-ish rent. What do you think?"
"I always wanted to live here."
Emily laughed, her eyes darting from the apartments to the vendors, to the markets- even the old-timey fire department building turned into a museum. More importantly, the small otter woman focused on all the people walking the streets. Plenty, yes. But not an overwhelming amount. Most of their attire was casual and respectable. Their children bobbled around happily. The parents, carefree. No worries in the world Then, she frowned. Nick saw this, wrapped his arms around Emily. She exhaled.
"West lake-town is pretty run down- ghetto. It's ghetto. It's not the worst place to live, but it's far from the best. You can't let your kids out at night. Crowded to the brim with people. For most of my life, that was all I knew."
"Then you married a C.E.O prince." Nick added, his tone neutral. "Jumped to the suburbs, away from everyone- Then, a high rise pent house. On top of everyone. Quite the contrast. Did you break your neck from the whiplash?"
"Just my neck?" Emily joked, her tone dry. "Had to wear a full-body cast." Emily looked back at Nick's building. "But this place. Its right in the middle. I like it."
"I wasn't too far off from you. Just didn't stay in one place." Nick shrugged, pointing at his building. "Think it's a bit much, personally. But Judy wanted the 'full city experience'. She hated her one-room place. With her hero status, Judy could pick anywhere she wanted- she picked here. Something about a brochure she saw as a kid. Think it was a tourism thing. We are only a block or two from the riverfront."
"About that, you were homeless most of your life." Emily said, her tone neutral. "Just guessing here- In tents. Under overpasses. Abandoned cars, if you were lucky." Emily pointed back at the apartment block. "Quite the contrast. Did you have to wear a neck brace?"
"Not even a little." Nick answered, smugly. Emily tilted her head, confused. "Homeless, sure. On the street, sometimes. Abandoned cars, occasionally. But I did have a roof over my head most of the time. I've lived in fancier joints than here." Nick pointed at his new home. "Not quite Emmett's pent house- but they were up there."
"Huh." Emily said, all kinds of curious. "Guess we both have lots of stories. I think I know what we'll be doing next time- yes, I'll bring the beer." Nick snorted, nodding at her. "Sooo, we know how it was for us. But what about Judy. Farm girl to city girl. What was that like?"
"What you'd expect. Right in the middle." Nick shrugged. "For a girl that slept in her family barn more than the farm house- bit of a shock, but she got over it quick. How about you, though? A castle in the sky, to a block on the ground. Bit of a step-down, isn't it?"
"It's perfect!" Emily cheered, smiling. "Way better than that ancient mud ball in the burbs- or that literal glass house in a tower. Surrounded by people my parents shielded me from all my life. Both places. It was like they could smell 'the poor' in me. Snobby, elitist pricks. All my neighbors there- aside from the occasional 'commoner' turned celebrity that happen to want to live there. Those guys were kinda nice." Emily shrugged, tugging Nick by the hand. "Now your place, I wanna see it."
The otter woman all but dragged her man to his own home.
It was about what you'd expect. After an elevator ride and a quick stroll down a hall. A big living room attached to a decent kitchen. One bath, two bed. All hardwood flooring. Plenty of furniture. Oh, and tons of Sports stuff plastered around the big TV in the living room. Each team in the city. Any sport you could think of, it was in there. Heck, even a good bit outside the city. Something involving bouncing on Emu's and roping ostriches. Emily stared at that last bit.
"Before you say anything- yes." Nick rolled his eyes. "It's all Ekorre. That Swedish DIY furniture company. The stuff came with the apartment."
(Ekorre means Squirrel, thought it sounded funny. A stand-in for IKEA)
"I was going to ask about that, but- I'm more curious about this." Emily pointed at all the sports stuff in the living room. "Didn't think you were into that kinda thing."
"You'd be right." Nick shrugged. "That's more of Judy's stuff. The outdoorsy gal loves running around. And, no. Please don't ask me about that rodeo bit with the birds."
"I-I wasn't." Emily snorted, trying to hold in a laugh. "Looks nice. Better than my old place in the burbs."
"Low bar. Aside from 'it's old' bragging rights, not much going for it." Nick shook his head. Emily did laugh at one. Nick turned to all the sports stuff again. "Sorry if this gives you some flashbacks. I'm hoping not it's too familiar."
Thankfully it wasn't. Emmett himself might've been a sports fan, or at least kept posters of famous players plastered around. All of those stars were large predators. Beef cakes in Jerseys. Judy's tastes were apparently more toward runners than bruisers. Slimmer, faster- clearly more team work involved. Plus, it was a mix of male and female players, usually together and doing something in the field. Not just the stars by themselves doing a pose for the camera.
Clearly, the two liked sports for entirely different reasons.
"Judy likes the bouncing bunny bruisers, huh?" Emily asked, her tone dry. "I'm more of a Mauling Meerkats fan myself. Lacrosse lovers." Emily gave Nick a look. Kissed him on the cheek reassuringly before walking past him. The otter girl nodded at the set-up, then spotted something. "Another bedroom. Sooo, guest room or..."
"Knew this question was coming." Nick sighed, waddling over to the kitchen. Pulled out a container and some plates. "If you're asking if me and Judy have a thing- yes."
"A bit late to tell me, don't you think?" Emily asked without heat, though she did give her man a look. "Dating for almost a year. A couple of kids together. Inviting me to your place- finally. Seems like you could've told me before- any of that."
Emily took a seat at the counter where Nick was plopping the food onto the plates. He gave her a look. Emily shrugged.
"Yes, I Knew. Right out of the gate." Emily sighed."Yeah, I could've said something- at any time. Didn't want to. Plus, I am 'technically' cheating myself. How about you, technically or no?"
"Said me and Judy had a thing. Never said it was a relationship." Nick explained, putting a plate in the microwave. "The only thing Officer Judy Hopps is serious about, right now, is her career. Anything outside of that is fair game. Which I am all for. As for me, well..."
The microwave dinged. Nick pulled out the plate of steaming hot food, placing it in front of his woman. Emily looked at it. Sniffed it. The poor girl practically melted in her seat right there- and yes. Her stomach growled on the spot. Emily looked up from the food to her man. They both agreed it was a conversation for next time. Emily took a bite. Humming to the taste.
"Yup. Everyone loves home-made stir-fry- And yes." Nick rolled his eyes, pulling out his own plate from the microwave. "Foxes and chicken. I've heard all the jokes."
"I thought it was hens, not chickens." Emily teased. Nick gave her a look as he opened the fridge. She snorted, taking a bite. "Now you've got an otter girl in a foxhole. Who hasn't heard that joke before?" Emily asked, her tone sarcastic. "You really are hitting all the stereotypes, aren't you, Officer Wilde? Or are you gonna tell me you're not a clever, funny, tricky, handsome fox."
"You're getting chatty." Nick said, pulling out a pair of carrot wines. Each the size of a soda can. The last two in the fridge. Setting both down on the table as Nick sat across from Emily. "And flirty. Nervous?"
"I didn't get to talk to a lot of people for a... while." Emily admitted, looking away. Sullen. "The few I did, didn't feel like talking to me- and what they had to say... wasn't too nice."
"Glad that's changed." Nick announced, trying to sound chipper as he opened up the can of wine. Handing it to Emily. She accepted it eagerly. "Well, I love to talk- and the complements. Keep'em coming, belle."
Emily blushed, taking another bite of the food he gave her.
"This is good." Emily nodded, chewing happily. "I'm impressed. Haven't met a lot of guys who can actually cook- cept for the staff Emmett's parents hired. Though, professionals don't really count."
"Had to learn the hard way." Nick shrugged, taking his own bite. "Garbage cans are no one's first choice. I can make a feast out of a rotten egg and a shoe string."
"Yeahhhh, as depress- Inspiring, as your stories are..." Emily coughed, nervously. "I actually wanna see you do that."
"Nice save." Nick snorted. "Next time. Waiting for that sucks, though. I've got some epic stories. A kapper. A Napier. Even one with an actual shoemaker."
Emily hummed, glaring at her man. It was so cute. "You, you're really good at making a girl wait."
"One of my many talents." Nick said proudly, snapping open his own stolen whine.
"Just like that thing you do with your tongue." Emily smirked at him, taking another bite. Licking the spoon- thoroughly. Nick spat out a mouth full of fermented carrot juice. His eyes widening- focusing on what his woman's lips were doing to the piece of plastic. Her tongue. Emily laughed. "Among, other things..."
Teasingly, Emily looked down- at her chest.
Here's the thing about a one Mrs. Emily Otterton- her body had, changed, from her pregnancy. Grown. In all the right places. Like before, Emily was the standard Otter rail thin, and slender. Even with the added layer of muscle and height from the Lontra side of her family. During the pregnancy, Emily gained a layer of blubber. Made her look healtheir, happier. A fair bit of that went away after the twins were born. Aside from one place- that kept growing, even after the kids came along.
Wrapped in a thin sundress were two magnificent Otter teats. Nick couldn't be sure of the measurement, but they were nearly the size of Emily's head. Covered in cream-colored fur. Cupped and shaped by the bright yellow fabric of the dress- they looked almost spherical. A mile of deep cleavage in the middle. The sundress clung to Emily snugly and comfortably- or did before her pregnancy. Now, it was skin tight- and it showed... Aside from the flurry skirt part. That was still loose.
"I blame you, ya know." Emily said, cupping her breasts in her hands. Her tiny paws couldn't even cover the front. The cream-colored flesh looked ready to overflow the dress. A half confused, half worried frown on her face. "I look ridiculous."
"I-I think they look great on you." Nick stammered, trying, hard, to keep his eyes on his woman's face.
"I knew I wasn't ugly, per se, but..." Emily shrugged, letting go of her chest. They bounced and jiggled- undulated in the skin tight cotton. "I've been getting a lot of looks now. More than ever. Its crazy."
"Bit on the shy side, huh? Well- wait." Nick said, noticing the glimmer in Emily's eyes. Her growing smile. Nick tilted his head, confused- a light-bulb shined above him. "You love the attention."
"Yeah." Emily giggled, nodding like a bobble head. "I was ignored. Avoided. Even before that, it was like I was a background character in my own life. But now?" Emily looked back down at her new bust- then at Nick. Winked. "Finally, a main character. All thanks to you."
"That, I understand. Being a special guest star- at best, for most of your life." Nick admitted, and allowing himself to peek down and enjoy the sight. He hummed, approving. Emily giggled. "Suddenly meeting a protagonist, and BOOM- You're in the opening credits. Quite the feeling."
"Lots of ways to celebrate." Emily announced, hopping off her stool and strutting around the table. Nick opened his mouth to talk- she put a finger to his lips. He shut his mouth. Emily blew him a kiss as she grabbed his tie, using it like a leash. The otter milf led the fox, strutting across the apartment to the bedroom. Nick fallowed, happily. "I'm thinking of one right now. Can you guess?"
"I can guess." Nick allowed himself to growl. Happily chirping out the mating call of his people- low enough that his neighbors won't hear. Emily's face turned dark pink, chirping away her own mating call to match his. "Reminds me of our first time together. Feel like I should be carrying you. Though, this?" Nick looked down at his tie. The one Emily was pulling like a leash. Nick chirped another mating call. "I like it."
"Our first time, huh." Emily stopped mid-step. The otter woman turned around, eyed the couch in the living room they just crossed. Emily hummed as she pulled her man to it. The couch itself was cheap and thin- but classy. Large enough for any species- that wasn't an elephant. Emily sat Nick down on the dark blue cushions. The fox's green eyes burst out of his head when Emily grabbed the spaghetti string straps of her dress. "You ready to see'em?"
"I did miss'em last time, soo..." Nick nodded, remembering their time together in the pent house. "Watch'n the history channel on the wall sized TV wasn't the best consolation prize."
"Sorry about that." Emily sighed, embarrassed. "You don't have the best stamina when carrying twins."
"Been some time since that, and the delivery." Nick said, pointing at her chest. "Pretty big, even back then. They seem bigger. Not an expert on female anatomy, but, wouldn't they be going back down by now?"
Emily snorted.
"I'll tell you the birds and the bees when you're older. Now then..." Emily teased, tugging on the strings of her dress. Which did all sorts of amazing, jiggly things. Nick bit his lower lip, ready. Emily- pulled her hands away. Her dress stayed on. "Not yet."
"Gahhh." Nick cried, anguish. His eye twitching. "Yo-You are getting really good at teasing. Having fun?"
"Very much. You taught me well." Emily smiled, dropping to her knees in front of him. Her eyes dropping to below his belt. "Take off your pants."
He did. Eagerly. All but ripping them off and tossing them aside. Leaving a very ready Nick sitting there on the couch, half naked. A certain something, very eager to say hello again. Nick himself, was average for foxes- as far as he knew. But for Otters? Long and thick. Emily smiled, humming teasingly. The otter woman leaned forward, kissing its tip. Nick snapped his head back. Slamming his eyes shut.
"Just from a kiss?" Emily teased. Then she started licking. Her tongue slathering around the rim, just under the tip. Nick groaned. "I can do tricks too."
"Y-You're good at this." Nick grumbled, his claws digging into the couch. "S-Something te-tell's me it-it's not just tal-talent."
"I did have a life before my marriage." Emily hummed, sliding down her tongue from the tip to the base- and back up again. "And I'm going to relive all of it- with you."
"I did have a life before my marriage." Emily hummed, sliding down her tongue from the tip to the base- and back up again. "And I'm going back to it- with you."
"O-Ohhfff, yo-you really know how to ma-make a man fe-feel special." Nick stammered, his eye twitching.
"Yes." Emily challenged, her tone sickly sweet. The otter woman licking every bit of the shaft as she could with her tongue. Her rich green eyes locked onto Nick's matching set the whole time. When she was done, Emily leaned back- her tiny, dainty, SOFT hand at his base. "I do."
That was when Emily Otterton got to work. The otter girl continued her tongue action on the tip, her hand stayed on his base. Keeping the fox nice and steady- which Nick was all for. He was just waiting for his woman to put him inside her mouth. That did not happen. Instead, Emily held up her other hand- the gold band that was her wedding ring shined in the afternoon light. Emily winked at her man as she grabbed Nick at the tippy-top and started pumping.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Here's the thing, this wasn't the work of a newbie. This girl knew what she was doing. Emily lightened her grip at the top- tightened it on her way down. Squeezed a bit at the base, then slid it back up- always stopping just at the rim of the tip. Of which Emily's tongue was slathering like a lollipop. Trying to get at its center. Eye-contact the whole time. The best part- the BEST part? Emily knew exactly what she was doing.
Nick wasn't going to gonna last long- he didn't want to.
"K-Keep stroking. I'm..." Nick grumbled, his whole body stiffening up. Emily hummed, smiling at him. Her tail wagging behind her. "Cl-close!"
There he went. Shot after shot of white-hot DNA. Nick came so good and so hard- everything turned purple as his body seized up. Thankfully, Nick soon went limp- ha ha. Catching his breath, Nick opened his eyes.
"Haaaahhh... God that feels good-oh." Nick breathed, almost jumping off the couch. Emily was sprayed. White globs on both her cheeks, even dripping off her left. A big one between her eyes, trailing down her nose. Big o'l dab on her tongue. Nick opened his mouth to speak, but looking around saw even more globs on the couch and himself. "Dang."
"That was a big load." Emily said, licking some gunk off her fingers. A drunk, proud smile on her face. "Been holding that one in?"
"You've, ah- you've got some skills." Nick coughed. Emily laughed. The fox noticed himself deflating. "We're not stopping here. Give me a sec to recharge. It won't take long."
"It won't take any time at all."
Emily said, sitting back on her knees. Just like that, she pulled the straps off her shoulders. The bright yellow sun dress fell away. Revealing the best pair of tits the fox had ever seen. Big. Round. Tear-drop shaped. Most of them were the same cream color as the rest of her fur down the middle- except her nipples. Thick dark rings around puffy- swollen points. Full to the brim with milk. The breasts of a new mother, after all.
"Wow." Nick said, drinking in the sight.
"I know. I was surprised too." Emily said, crossing her arms under her swollen tits. Holding them up. Her lithe arms sinking into her soft flesh. Drops of milk dripped out of her nipples. "Impressed?"
"I-I've been with new moms before, but I still gotta ask." Nick pointed at her chest. "They still hurt."
"The perks make up for it." Emily shrugged, pointing down. Nick looked- back at full mast. The fox was a little surprised at that- so fast. Emily giggled, kneeling back to her man. Cupping her swollen breasts in each hand, she opened her cleavage. Her giant chest hovering above 'little' Wilde. "I'm excited about this part. You're actually the first guy I've done this with."
"We should take a picture." Nick said, pulling out his phone from his breast pocket. His eyes laser focused on her tits. Emily laughed, nodding at him. Nick cheered right there. "Gonna make a scrap book- holy crap."
Down Emily went. Her swollen breasts enveloping the fox man's rod. To Nick's own surprise, his tip managed to poke out of the otter head sized breasts. The tip and a good bit down. Another surprise, how thick he was. He'd have to measure to be sure, but the fox guessed he was long and wide as the Otter woman's skinny forearm. Nick raised both eyebrows at that. He didn't know what that said about otters or foxes, but Nick liked it.
"Sooo, impressed now?" Emily asked, her voice sultry.
"E-Emliy, you've always imp-impressed me." Nick pleaded, his voice cracking from the feeling. "You're amazin- oh wow!"
Emily purred at her mate as she pressed her boobs together, sandwiching the fox meat between them. Much like with her hands a bit a go, the otter girl started pumping. Her milk filled teats- up and down. Up and down. Fap. Fapp. Fappp. The Breast's contents sloshing around. A solid trickle of milk trailed down the swollen nipples. Dripping onto the fox and the couch. Nick could even smell it.
"Does this feel good, hun?" Emily asked, her tone sultry and smooth. Her eyes teasingly half open as her tits bounced on his lap.
"Mmmff..." Nick grumbled, his eyes bouncing with Emily's tits. The smell of her milk was driving him crazy. "Uh-huh..."
Emily smiled, proud of herself- then she started licking. The otter girl bent over and tongue slathering continued. Right back at the rim. Nick's fingers stabbed into the cheap cotton of the couch. Damn claws. Emily put the bouncing in high gear. Pressing her tits harder against Nick's meat. It was more than a trickle now, a small river of breastmilk flowed out of those swollen sweet nipples. Thanks to the bouncing, it got everywhere. The rest of her breasts. Chest. Part of her shoulder. Even on Emily's own face. She had to be tasting herself right now. For reasons he didn't know, that did as much for Nick as the best breasts in the world on his cock.
"E-Emil!"
Nick squeaked, cumming again- which, just, had to be twice as much as before. Thick lines and clumps of white covered Emily's fat tits like paint on a cream-colored canvas. His cum and her milk mixing together. Though, you could tell which was which. And yeah, the bits on her face- Emily hadn't cleaned that off, they got bigger.
"Bet you enjoyed that, huh?" Emily teased, wiping a finger down the length of one of her tits. A clump of white on her tip. The otter milf winked at her man- liked it clean. Nick's jaw dropped to the floor. Emily purred at him.
"Th-That can't taste good." Nick said, pointing at her.
"Maybe." Emily shrugged, pointing back at him. Holding up her own phone. It was of him. The fox was stunned, sweaty- some gunk on him. Nick didn't know which material to hope it was. "Just wanted to see your face. Priceless. What was that you said about a scrap book?"
"Whe-where were you even hiding that?" Nick asked, utterly flabbergasted. "How'd you take the picture?"
"I worked at a local fair as a kid and a couple summers at some of the casino's in town after high school." Emily snorted, taking a selfie. "I learned some tricks."
"You, you're gonna write a book some time- aren't you?" Nick asked, taking off his shirt and wiping his face with it. Getting the gunk off. Hopefully.
"Never really thought about- Hello." Emily said, getting an eyeful of her favorite fox. Foxes were small and skinny, by nature. Normally, it took a lot for them to get any blubber on their bones. It was even harder for them to bulk up. Nick himself was no exception. So, it was a surprise for the otter woman to see abs on her mate. Abs, and muscles. They weren't big, but they were defined. A climber. A runner. A swimmer. A build meant for endurance and grace- and good looks. Perfect for a one Nick Wilde- and Emily Otterton. She licked her lips. "Those are new. You been working out?"
"The gym helps with stress- or that's what everyone at the precinct said." Nick shrugged, pointing all around his naked, hot, body. "Our... relationship, isn't the smoothest. On top of being the first fox on the force. It was either start lifting weights or start scoffing down donuts."
"Ya couldn't get to the donuts, did you?" Emily asked, curious.
"They never make it past the front desk." Nick rolled his eyes, smirking. "You like?"
"Mama like." Emily confirmed, taking a picture of him before blowing her mate a kiss. "About as much as you like these." Emily cupped her breasts again, purring at Nick. The fox huffed back, happy at the view. Emily smirked, getting an idea. She looked at the couch. "Hey, this thing is the kind that can turn into a bed, right?"
"Yeah, why?" Nick said, checking out the cheap IKEA couch rip-off.
"Lay down, I've got a treat for you." Emily said, standing up and walking to the side of the couch.
Nick shrugged and did as so. After a pulled lever and pressed button, the couch turned into a flat surface. It wasn't spacious or all that comfortable looking and sturdy, but it did the job. Emily went to the foot of the new bed and crawled up her mates' toned legs. Her huge teats trailing up his skin- and yes. They were still wet. Soon enough, the otter girl got to where she needed to and sat on Nick's thighs. She was so light, Nick barely felt anything. He did see her tits though. They were hard to miss.
"Sooo, what's the plan?" Nick asked, curious.
"You're going to stare at my tits as I rub you out." Emily said, sliding legs off to the side. Grabbing Nick's meat with both hands.
"Uh, not being picky and totally not complaining- but, didn't you already do that?" Nick noted, his eyes firmly on Emily's swollen, weepy teats.
"Yes, but I didn't let you see my breastfeeding rack. The 'new-mom boobs' when I did it." Emily shrugged, said new mom boobs bounced along with her shoulders. "Plus, this is just my hands. I wanna see if I can get you off with just that after two loads already."
"Just two and you think I'm done?" Nick asked, mock hurt in his voice. "You wound me."
"Poor baby." Emily teased. "Let mama make it better."
And so she did. With just one hand, Emily got to work on Nick's junk. Her other arm was behind her back as she pressed her chest forward- and she had a lot of chest. Jiggled and undulated. Practically hovering in place. The white gloppy mix from before was still dotted on and around her breasts. The tear-drop shaped beauties huge nipples trickled milk out in slow, but solid streams. Dripping onto the fox. Emily's actual pumping wasn't as intense or focused from before- But they were practiced and experienced. Nick could feel himself coming close- just from the sight alone. It was almost like those dark brown moats were calling to him. Drawing him in.
The fox felt his arms reach up to the big mommy milkers- Nick stopped. He looked up to Emily's' face, pleading. His mate snorted, nodding at him. Nick grabbed. His hands sinking into the sticky soft, gelatinous flesh. Bulges of milky fur and skin popping between his fingers. Nick could feel the milk pumping into his palms from the nipples.
"Oh-hoooh, Hmmm..." Emily hummed, tilting her head back. Shutting her eyes. The tiny otter woman rummed side to side on the fox's lap. Her hand still at work on Nick's meat as he handled hers. "So, you do like the new set?"
"I can't resist them." Nick said, sliding his hands down. Exposing the engorged nipples."Who could?"
"Y-Yeah, I no-noticed." Emily said, peaking her eyes open. Clearly enjoying her mate's thumbs rubbing around her swollen nubs. A wicked smile on her face- then a pang of pain. "Ah, easy. Sensitive."
"S-Sorry."
Nick stammered, mesmerized by the sight as he felt himself getting closer- but he couldn't cum yet. Nick wouldn't allow it. He wanted to see something first. Nick squeezed- gently. Squirt. A small spray of milk jetted out of her nipples. Sprinkling onto the fox. That was it. Nick lost all control- as did Emily. Both their bodies straightened up, stiffened. Each spraying the other in white.
"Mr-Mr. Wilde, that- that was..." Emily stuttered, catching her breath. Covered even more in the Nick's cum as the fox collapsed onto his elbow below her- still one hand on her chest. Emily looked down at herself. Saw just how covered she was. "Ju-Just what do you put in your food? I've never seen a guy, produce, this much before."
"Back at ya, big mamma." Nick said, looking at his reflection of a nearby surface. Seeing just how covered he was- and he was. "We're gonna have some chubby pups- and did you cum from that?"
"Mayyybe..." Emily mumbled, more surprised than anything. A sheepish look crept up on her face. "I really, really, wanna have sex, Nick. I waited all week for this."
"Well then, enough foreplay." Nick said, sitting back up. The fox wrapped his arm around the otter woman as he turned them on the make shift bed. His legs hanging off to the side. Nick grabbed Emily's plump behind with a squeeze. The happy girl squeaked in delight. "Hey, that's new too."
"Enjoy it while it lasts. I don't know if it's staying." Emily giggled, pressing her chest into Nick's. The fox chirped out a mating call as he pressed his rod against her center. "Same with those. Once I ween the kids, I'm pretty sure they won't be around much after that."
"Oh yeah, we're totally taking more pictures." Nick said, holding up his phone for another selfie. Emily pecked his cheek during the flash. Looking at the picture, it really showed their difference in height. Emily just trying to kiss her sitting mate, she had to fully stand up- and she was tall for her kind. Add on the color scheme. Chestnut brown and bright orange. Total contrasts- except for the eyes. Those matched- bright green. "Huh, we really are on the edge of compatibility. Aren't we?"
"Plenty of common ground though." Emily nodded, positioning herself over Nick's meat. "Being with someone so different but so similar. I like it."
"I like it too." Nick admitted, kissing the side of his mate's head.
"Yeah." Emily snorted, amused. Then she looked down. A rod of meat the size of her forearm about to go inside her. She gulped, all kinds of excited. "Ju-just be gen-gentle now."
"Don't worry, sweetheart." Nick said, growling lowly into Emily's ear. She purred back. Her cheeks pinker. "You deserve to have your needs met- more than anyone else."
"Ha, you sweet talker, you." Emily laughed, rubbing herself against his tip. Preparing herself. ""I-I'm someone's wife, after all."
And down she went- slowly. Emily sank, inch by inch. Allowing herself to saver the penetration. The fulfillment. The expansion of the thick rod of meat going inside her. Emily chuffed and purred- eye twitching all the way. Nick was right with her, though he was doing everything he could to keep control. From his legs bucking below him and jumping up into his mate. Grumbling a growl from his gut the whole time. To Emily's own surprise, the small otter woman did make it to the bottom. Her legs resting on her mate's lap.
"Ni-Nick."
Emily stammered, looking down. A length sized stretch going almost up to her tits down to her bottom. Nick saw it too. His eyes going wide.
"She-Sheepus christ." Nick cursed, terrified. "Ar-Are you oka-"
"A bulge?!" Emily cheered, putting a hand on the stretch. A mad smile on her face. Her eye and lip twitching. "I've actually got a bulge! Its been so long. A big. Strong. Dick."
Emily closed her eyes, shifting herself side to side. The meat still inside her. Felt all kinds of weird for Nick, but he didn't complain.
"Yeahhh-Hnngh. Nice and tough. I-I-I can pull on it...Mmmngh!" Nick coughed as he felt Emily squeeze her grip on him- not with her hands. Then Emily lifted her legs, stood back up. It was like a tug-of-war, the girl had such suction. Once she got to the tipy-top, without ever letting him completely out, Emily slid back down. Enveloping Nick just as tightly as before. Only to do it all again. "Milk it! Hnngh!
That's when Nick lost control. He felt his legs buck into her. The mating mad Otter girl bounced on his cock- but not from him. Emily's grip was getting tighter and tighter with each go. Her eyes bulging out. Tongue flopping to the side. Her claws dug into Nick's shoulder as her legs went into overdrive. Nick did about the only thing he could do. Grab her tits as they flopped and bounced around. Milk droplets splattering everywhere. The second he touched her, Emily stopped mid-squat. Her green orbs turning cross-eyed, bit down on her tongue, and a fresh wave of fresh milk flowed out of her nipples.
Nick didn't stop there. He couldn't stop there. He was so close himself. With his mate still in mid-orgasm, Nick kept pumping his legs and bucking Emily on his lap like he was some farm animal. Emily herself didn't seem to mind. Her stiff arms and legs jolting around like bouncing springs. And yes, bobble-head action. Even her tail was flopping around. The hardest part of all this- ha ha, Emily's insides felt like they were actually trying to suck him in. Devour him, erection first. If she asked him to, Nick wouldn't say no. Emily felt so good. Luckily, Nick couldn't talk right now- the fox shoved his face into the otter's chest.
WHAM.
BAM.
Thank you-ma'am.
Nick came right there. Pulling his mate down on top of him as he filled her up with a jumbo breast muffled roar. As for Emily- her eyes turned into giant red hearts. A fluttering hoard of the same flocked out from behind her as two jets of milk spurted out from her swollen nipples. It kept going too- both of them. Spurt after spurt.
Eventually- thankfully- bit by bit, it went down. They came down. Nick collapsing on the bed-couch. Emily falling on top of him. Both out of breath. Big smiles on their faces. Tears, and other fluids, dripping from her eyes, Emily looked down. The globs of her mate's seed pumping out of her by the heartbeat.
"Wow, hun! You must... really like me, huh?" Emily laughed, half mad. Nick grumbled agreement. His face still lost in her magnificent tits. "Soooo, wanna go again?"
"Yeah. Yeah, that works." Nick answered immediately, jolting back up. The fox and Otter worked together. Turning the milf around so she was facing his front. Emily's back leaning into Nick's chest. The Fox man grabbing both jumbo tits. Honking them in his hands with generous squeezes. His meat still inside her. "Lets do this."
Unbeknownst to the happy couple, down in the lobby of their building, a very unhappy weasel and fennec fox were sitting on a bench next to the front desk. One in a cute little pink onsie. The other in a stained wife-beater and ripped jeans. At the desk, a black sheep in an ill-fitting red blazer was chatting away on her desk phone. An equally unhappy look on her face as the 'dummy duo'. Though, hers was more annoyed than afraid and angry.
"Alright, thanks. See you soon." The black sheep sighed, hanging up the phone. An old polaroid instant camera sitting next to her desk phone. She turned to face the twitchy weasel and angry little fox. "You two are in so much trouble."
"We-We didn't do nutt'n." The weasel spat, literally. Droplets of spittle spurted out of his mouth with every word. Some got on his partner on the bench. The tiny fox shoved him away and onto the floor. "Hey, that frigg'n hurt!"
"Shut yo mouth, stupid." The fennec fox threatened, waving his tiny fist at the oversized rat. The weasel curled away. "Or I'll make you."
"Keep it up, boys." The Door woman said, pointing at the 'smile, you're on camera' sign. A black lens attached to the ceiling was staring at them. "Wanna just whip out your driver's license too, you idiots?"
The two promptly shut their mouths. The weasel hopping back on the bench and the two sitting there quietly.
"Lil bo, I got your message. What happenen-" Judy said, rushing through the front door and into the lobby. The rabbit cop stopped in her tracks as she spotted none other than Duke and Finnick. Confused, she asked. "What are you two doing here?"
"Officer Judy." The black sheep girl said, pointing at the little fox and weasel. "These two tried to break in- to your apartment."
"What?" Judy asked, even more confused.
"We didn't do nutt'n." Duke spat again, his face twitching. "Stupid bitch."
"Cop." Finnick said. His voice low, deep, and just done as he pointed to the rabbit in street clothes. Then at themselves on the bench. "Caught. Shut up."
"Listen to him, Duke." Judy rolled her eyes as she walked past the bench and to the front desk. "You're both on thin ice already."
That was when the black sheep showed the rabbit the security footage. Mostly of the little fox pretending to be a lost toddler looking for his 'daddy' act. The weasel, trying to sneak around the desk and hit the elevator, camera in hand. The receptionist distracted. Of course, the second the thing dinged- the black sheep was alerted. The weasel tried hopping into the elevator, but the black sheep hit a button and the doors slammed shut. Dropping the camera. The 'toddler's very loud, deep voice erupted in the lobby.
"Why are you two criminals?" Judy asked, holding up the now cracked camera to the dummy duo. "You're so bad at it." The fox and weasel looked at each other but stayed quiet. Judy tossed the camera in the trash can as she walked up to them. "We're gonna have a nice, wee, little chat- you and I. You two won't be doing much talking."
"Ha!" Lil bo, the black sheep, laughed.
Once that was done, Judy decided she had enough for one day and made her way up to her apartment. Walking down the hall, she thought out loud.
"What was all that about?" Judy asked, looking at her notes on a pad. "My apartment, no less. Why would they want to go in there? Probably should've asked them before I threatened them to toss them into solitary for the rest of their lives and kicked them out."
Emily grumbled to herself as she finally made it to her new apartment's front door.
"I wonder how Nick and Emily's date went." Judy thought as she unlocked her door, opening it. Fully expecting her friend, partner, and roommate to be there cooking dinner. "Honey, I'm home early from the gym. Tell me everything about your-"
"A-Am I doing this right, Nick?" Emily asked, sitting on her knees in the middle of the living room. Buck naked and holding her giant tits up. An equally naked Nick, standing in front of her. Pumping his junk hard and fast with one hand as he held up a phone in the other- both pointed at Emily. "I-Its been a long time since anyone's cum on my face."
Judy stood there frozen. Wondering if the two had noticed her or not.
"Ye-Yeah, darling." Nick stammered, biting his lip. The fox was close to cumming. Judy recognized the look. "Just keep your mouth open like that."
The rabbit shrugged, strutting around the two. Making her way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge door as Nick blew another load over his mate. The otter woman sat there, closed her eyes as the fox painted her cream and chestnut fur white.
"FFFuck yeah. Take all that." Nick grumbled, his voice deep and shaky. A drunk, twitchy grin on his face. Judy snorted quietly as she looked in the fridge- and found something horrible. Judy turned back around, and glared annoyed at the fox. "Now be a good girl, and swallow."
"Hey." Judy announced, the 'happy' couple spasmed, turning to her- shocked. "Did you steal my last carrot wine?"