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Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps exited Zootopia Police Department's downtown headquarters with a liveliness in their steps. They both wore bright, excitable smiles and their tails either wiggled or wagged for the prospective evening ahead of them. Nick more so, to the untrained eye. "Got any plans this weekend, carrots?" he asked his partner. "Taking the earliest train back to Bunnyburrow," she mentioned. "My oldest sister is back in town, so Mom and Dad insisted that I be there for a huge family dinner. It'll be nice to see 'em all again." The tired bunny started turning for her car. "You?" Nick have an inane shrug. "Eh, probably stay indoors?" "Mmhmmm." Judy smirked at him. "Sure, you are. Sure, you are." "What?" Nick inquired as they reached the nearby subway station. "What is it, carrots?" "I know you, Nick," she said, "And you can't exactly lie through your teeth around me anymore." The rabbit chuckled. "Well, whatever mischief you're doing, at least be safe, and don't do anything I wouldn't do." "That is a very long list, Officer Hopps," Nick teased her, waving as they went their separate ways. "Say hi to your family for me, okay?" "Will do, Nick!" She waved back. "And you have fun doing...whatever it is you're 'doing indoors'. Bye!" "I definitely will, carrots!" Nick chuckled softly to himself as he approached the separate train going deeper into the city. "Except it's gonna be more than just 'doing', hehe..." True to Judy's assumptions, Nick Wilde did not take the correct car for his apartment. Instead, the mischievous red fox pulled up his dark hoodie and eagerly stepped off the subway as soon as the line reached a part of the city most ZPD rarely visited: the Red-Light District, a humid portion of the sprawling rainforest district that rarely had police visiting unless they themselves were the customers. Neon colors and occasional rainfall bathed the thick trees and green undergrowth, to the point that the labyrinthine neighborhood could almost be confused for downtown Zootopia, from the rectangular buildings decked head to toe in signage to the number of critters curing from place to place. Most of the blending structures seemed non-descriptive to the naked eye. Any outsider or nonresident would think that they didn't stand out in any particular way save for certain signs or any creative graffiti that hadn't been painted over. However, those in the know such as Nick would immediately recognize what hidden businesses offered which lurid services. Mostly, because Mr. Wilde sometimes frequented them. Take, for example, a three-story building embedded into a massive tree trunk: it had a strip club that catered to customers who had a fetish for size differences between species. Large doors and small doors dotted different parts of the building like Swiss cheese. Another non-descriptive building a few businesses down sold predator-on-prey pornography. The business just above it sold spicy catnip that bordered on the illegal. Other neighboring buildings included a theater showcasing not-safe-for-work films, a vore-themed strip club literally built inside a cavern, and a sleazy but popular hotel that also served as the headquarters for an 'escort agency'. Nick smiled at the fond memories from when he used to be inside. One business stood out to him at the end of the boulevard, however. It had been constructed between two tall trees and was designed to look like a massive hut on the outside. Inside though, after showing his I.D. to the bouncers, Nick smiled at the neon sign that buzzed like a lantern in the modern foyer, reading 'Welcome to Knotty Times!' Gay nightclubs happened to be a dime a dozen across Zootopia. But none of them could compare to the one that Nick Wilde danced inside as the phosphorescent floor and walls vibrated to half-muffled techno music. The scent of masculine musk, sweat, excitement and sexual electricity filled the air. The faintest whiff of intercourse could be noticed amongst it all, only for the scent to be lost amid smoke and laser lights. Tall mammals of all types either eagerly stood in line for the bar or were already stepping on towards the dance floor, with the red fox being no exception. He shed his hoodie and kept it in a provided locker, strutted out wearing a pair of denim shorts, a black mesh shirt that clashed with his orange fur, and he gyrated to the beat. Knotty Times held a special place in Nick's heart. Not only had it been one of the very first places he'd entered after turning twenty-one, but his first night there also resulted in his very first time. The red fox lost his virginity to a punk raccoon named Rocco, who eventually introduced him to Finnick at some point. Dancing and reveling to the loud music that echoed all around him, no longer recognizing which body limbs of which species brush against his-sometimes too long and not long enough-Nick still recalled how Rocco flirted aggressively with the then-shy red fox, who was new to the gay scene. A chubby erection formed in his short shorts as the memory of dancing for hours with a raccoon eventually led to the pair scurrying to the nearest bathroom and exploring in a stall for another hour. The things they did made Nick Wilde blush years later, as well as his hard-on throb inside the restrictive denim, despite now being older and more experienced. Real shame that Rocco decided to settle down, Nick thought to himself. Tonight wasn't about Rocco though. Tonight was about relaxing after a stressful week of protecting and serving the citizens of Zootopia. So, the red fox lost himself further to the music and danced. He danced and danced and danced while exchanging an occasional wink and lascivious smile with any handsome animal that caught his gaze on the dance floor. And there were plenty of handsome males to gaze at all around him. Lions, tigers, bears, oh my, and mammals of different types who wanted a taste of him. A slutty red fox. At some point, a larger paw lingered on his ass for longer than usual, clearly groping Nick as he danced. Not that he didn't mind, and in fact, pushed against the possessive fingers for emphasis. The manhandling paw, in return, stroked up and down his lower back until Nick found himself twerking against a bulge clearly belonging to a carnivore. One quick glance behind him led to the fox spotting that the paw belonged to a grinning tiger, who purred against the smaller canine's back. "You don't mind?" the tiger asked loudly. "No, I don't!" Nick shook his muzzle for emphasis, and they remained in that spot. Others noticed but didn't care. Plenty watched with visible jealously or rubbed lustfully against a partner, lost in their own public displays of affection. Carnivore and herbivore, big or small, and none of it mattered. Nobody cared. In fact, Nick was not the only mammal dancing lewdly with minimal to no clothing. "Mmmm, someone's eager," Nick chuckled aloud. His smirk grew wider as he felt the tiger's other large paw begin to wrap around his waistline, hugging him and pressing their bodies even closer. "Mmmmfh! Very eager!" Soon enough, another large mammal-a looming polar bear in a neon T-shirt-stepped closer whilst shaking his hips side-to-side with the electric music. Nick recognized the bear as a regular visitor to Knotty Times but never exchanged names. Regardless of the anonymity, it didn't prevent the polar bear from pressing his taller frame to the fox's smaller body. It (not-so-unintentionally) resulted in Nick's muzzle brushing against the bear's tented crotch. Despite being found often in Tundratown, the polar bear's khaki-covered erection radiated heat. It's musky warmth made Nick's nostrils flare and his tail wag fiercely against the tiger he twerked against. The flashing lights and strobes grew darker to indicate an erotically charged love song. A dozen or so animals on the dance floor paired up while others remained in groups. Three of them included a certain red fox, a polar bear, and a striped tiger, who were all now bathed in near-darkness, save for a strobe that occasionally revealed themselves and everyone else who simply watched or drank. Before Nick fully processed it, those khakis suddenly lowered enough to reveal a big, black shaft pointed at his jaws. He stared at the panting polar bear, initially a little bit surprised by the boldness of usually a stoic species, and then mirrored the same mischievous smirk. He wrapped his smaller digits around the thick shaft without so much as blinking, then leaned forward to kiss it, and finally made out with the bear's leaking head. His polar partner growled with pleasure. Meanwhile, it didn't take long for the striped tiger holding onto Nick's waist to notice. He purred and panted louder at watching the slutty fox bend forward to swallow that obsidian length. Curious claws thus gripped the hems of Nick's shorts and peeled them down until his foxy tail slid out from its strap and seductively swiped against the tiger's whiskers. He grinned as Nick paused blowing the polar bear to crane his neck and return an affirmative wink, telling the tiger to continue. Nick rewrapped his eager maw around that pulsing member just as he felt a feline finger-claws retracted, thankfully-probing wryly underneath his thrashing tail. He moaned around the musky cock, loosening his jaw and lavishing its underside. He bobbed back and forth, back and forth, around the meaty bear dick and back onto that rigid digit all the way to the slick knuckle. Nick had taken on plenty of large animals before, but it never stopped feeling any less euphoric when that finger finally pulled out, leaving him temporarily clenching empty air, only to be replaced by something much thicker, much more durable, and slick enough to widen his sphincter. Long minutes passed. It kissed his sphincter, then pushed further until finally...pop! Inhaling, exhaling, and snarling, Nick spat the bear's dick out of his maw and let out a deep, resonant moan drowned out by club music. The flashes of discomfort trickled into a scratching sensation that tickled his prostate. It left Nick breathing heavily and his own neglected cock staining the inside of his pants. He ignored it though for the one bouncing in front of his open lips. He licked up and down the shaft to distract him from the initial pain of entry. The fox blindly slurped up the polar bear's dribbling mushroom head, sucking it like a pacifier, then swallowing it again once the tiger's experimental pounding didn't hurt as much. In time, he found himself once again twerking back to the feline, who replied with equal eagerness. Plenty of partygoers at the Knotty Times nightclub saw what happened on the dance floor but didn't care. In fact, several of them eagerly voyeurs the scene, some shedding their clothes to have their own debaucherous threesomes, and a few animals even disappeared to have their own 'private dances' with their partners. The night went on and on. The music went on and on. The sex went on and on. Nick Wilde was in Heaven. Purest Heaven. *** Hours later, at the earliest parts of the morning, the red fox limped back inside his apartment complex. The harrowing quiet contrasted heavily with the club he'd spent what felt like forever inside, but he welcomed the silence. It felt inviting. He smiled down every so often at the two phone numbers scribbled onto his arm with colorful markers, making a mental note to write them down before taking a shower. He smelled of polar bears, striped tigers, and a few other species. Thankfully, his hoodie and the lack of animals awake at such an ungodly hour prevented any pedestrians from smelling him. Or seeing the disheveled appearance of his risque clothes and how much dried cum stained the fabric. After entering his cozy apartment several minutes later, Nick casually checked his phone for the first time in hours. Notifications after notifications popped up onscreen once he turned it back on. His loving mother posted photos of her vacation on social media, Finnick sent him several memes, Clawhauser filled the ZPD officer group chat with photos of new recipes he was trying for the weekend, complaints from Chief Bogo about Clawhauser spamming the group chat, and a text message from Judy. It read, "Hope you're having fun this weekend, Nick!" Nick smiled and replied with, "Sure am, carrots," before stripping out of his clothes. He would write down those phone numbers, take a shower, then sleep. And maybe spend the rest of the weekend relaxing the old-fashioned way, vegging in front of the TV and watching corny sitcoms.