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Zootopia: Wrestling

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Anonymous

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"Let me be the first one to say that I am so glad you finally got that cute little bunny-tail of yours out of that decrepit apartment!"

Nick sprawled across Judy's new sofa, his paws behind his head and legs flung out across the bunny's lap. The red fox groaned as he stretched, working out the kinks in his back as she fussed with the remote control. The set up of the small apartment, mostly garbed with second-hand furniture her family had kindly passed on, was cosy and quaint at best and he couldn't say much more positive about it. Her feet were well and truly under her after one whole year in the city, however, and the couple were keen on making the most of their newfound privacy.

Watching World Wrestling Ambitions, however, was probably one of the least romantic ways to christen the new apartment. But a predator and prey match always excited the crowds and, well, a bet or two on the match they'd both been looking forward to could certainly lead to more alluring matters later on in the evening...

"Just got to connect," Judy muttered. "Ah - there you go!"

She raised the remote control with a triumphant flourish, ears standing quivering upright. On cue, the television set blared into life, depicting a wrestling arena with a crowd at full roar and blue ropes framing the ring itself. A spotlight illuminated the ring, showing off the raw, muscled figures of a polar bear and a moose, the first holding himself still and quietly with shockingly regal poise.

Nick grunted approvingly, stroking Judy's cheek as the bunny shivered, blushed and leaned into his touch.

"Not such a dumb bunny after all then," Nick chuckled, prodding her lightly in her ribs. "Cute though. Very cute."

She'd barely opened her mouth to respond when the screen flickered and jumped, black and white static jarring across the image as both predator and prey squared up in the typical attempts to intimidate. Crying out, she lunged for the television set, hitting every button on the remote with undue force as the screen flickered and died, fading out abruptly to a smooth, cool black.

Growling under her breath, Judy hurled expletive after expletive at the set, but no jamming of the buttons or checked cables, turning it off and on, off and on, did any good at all.

"What's wrong?" Nick had jolted upright, alarmed. "What happened?"

"It was working!" She growled, rapping the side of the TV with the flat of her paw. "Uncle Jimmy said the thing was on the fritz before - but he'd had it fixed! Fixed for me! And the darn thing's only gone and broke!"

Slumping, she sat back on her backside and huffed at the set, giving it a glare that would have made Nick quail if he'd had the misfortune for it to be directed at him.

"That's it. We're not gonna get to see it. It's too late to go out to a bar and watch," she said, ears drooping. "We're going to miss the whole match now - all because this accursed piece of tech won't get its act together! And Natterhorn was going to decimate him!"

Nick snorted, attention momentarily diverted.

"Hardly. He hasn't got a patch on our pal, Grizzly, in there. He's not lost a match all season!"

"Are you crazy?" Judy rounded on him. "You've just got this thing about always rooting for the predator. The match would have shown just how well a moose can wrestle in the big leagues!"

As the bunny fumed, a slow grin spread over the fox's muzzle and Nick sat up a little straighter, smoothing down the fur atop his head.

"Well, you know what that means then, don't you..?"

Nick smirked, letting the question trail off as the incomplete utterance hung in the air between them. Scoffing, Judy flipped a paw and sat upright, scowling at the television set as if it had personally wronged her. And, by her account, it had.

"No, what does it mean?" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Besides not being able to watch the match. I really wanted to see that one!"

Nick grinned and slid an arm around her shoulders, putting his lips up close to her large, rabbit ear.

"It means that we're going to have to wrestle ourselves!"

Laughing, Judy pushed him off.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am. A proper match too, not some silly bedroom game," he added, eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm sure a predator and prey match of our specific calibre will draw a little crowd of its own."

The bunny should have turned him down right away, said he was barking mad. It was a stupid idea - who had ever heard of a fox and a rabbit wrestling? It just wasn't done! Then again, neither was the job of a rabbit police officer and look how well she'd gone and done at that. All had come right there and she'd sure done fine and well with beating the rhino back in her training days at the police academy.

Oh dear...

"What happens to the loser?" She said after an unduly long pause.

"Many things..."

Judy shuddered. She knew what that meant. Anyone who knew Nick in that way knew what that meant. But she was lucky enough to be his one and only. Anyone else who wanted in on that could simply hop on.

And she was a bunny always up for a challenge!

No words were needed, only the meeting of their eyes, one eyebrow raised as they both nodded in perfect time.

Game on!

*

Bouncing from hind paw to paw, Judy held her paws up before her muzzle, practicing a block, clad in her wrestling attire of a smart leotard that gave her full range of motion while looking daringly sexy too. Of course, they hadn't jumped straight into a full-on match, but rather allowed themselves several weeks to practice and train - if only to make the whole matter just a little bit more interesting still. But that had only served to up the ante, as it were, the smack talk and jests increasing at a truly shocking rate. Anyone observing from afar during those weeks would have assumed that they weren't lovers at all, but, in all honesty, the jokes and challenges were simply how their relationship worked. And neither of them would have wanted to change that for the world and everything in it.

Nick had set the arena up wonderfully, the fox clad in a red leotard of his own. A damn side smaller than the match that, eventually, they'd been able to watch a grainy, late showing of, it could have held a fair audience and she closed her eyes, imagining them hankering for a fight. They hollered and whooped from the darkness, paws and muzzles flashing into the sweeping spotlights as they were riled up, all for the main event.

But when her eyes opened again, there was just Nick, the camera and, of course, the referee, who was being, very kindly if reluctantly, played by Finnick. The fennec fox yawned widely and gave them a bored glance, although he'd dressed up for the occasion with a whistle hanging loosely around his neck.

As casual as ever, Nick rocked back and forth and threw a few experimental punches, a yawn pulling at the corners of his mouth. Finnick stepped up, his black and white striped shirt making him look taller than he actually was. Confidence rolled through his posture as he held out his paws to keep the larger competitors apart, although neither was interested in getting up in the other's face in anything other than verbal "comments".

"Well, well, bunny, don't you look fetching in that getup."

Judy smirked. Finnick rolled his eyes, but otherwise remained characteristically silent, as was his preference.

"Doesn't hide much on you either, fox. Shows off rather a lot, in fact."

Nick grinned yet made no attempt to hide how the bright red leotard framed his slender body. Showing off muscle that Judy had not even known was there, the fox was a fine piece of mammal-flesh!

Sadly, he would always be a fox too and that came with certain caveats. Tapping the side of his muzzle, Nick grinned lazily and cast her a look. A very particular look.

That look said trouble. Judy tipped her chin up defiantly. The very best kind of trouble!

"Actually, cotton-tail, how about you say we make this a little more interesting still," Nick said, tail wagging ever so faintly. "You know our usual deal."

Judy suppressed a shiver, though she wasn't quite which outcome she desired over the other.

"I do," she said, giving nothing away. "But I think it could be better than that still. Three rounds. And one humiliation round between each."

Nick raised an eyebrow and she suppressed a smirk, expression cool and calculated. Finnick sighed and rocked back on his heels, arms crossed.

"And what, pray tell, does that entail?"

"Oh..." She waved her paw, throwing him a sidelong look that was more telling than the words she allowed him. "I think you know. Anything and everything, sly fox."

She grinned.

"Let your imagination work on that one, why don't you?"

Nick swallowed and it was his turn to be on the back foot, scenario after scenario flashing before his eyes. Oh, he knew very well what Judy had planned. And perhaps then faced the same conundrum of whether or not he actually wanted to win or lose...

"One humiliation round it is then. But no mercy for you, bunny." He winked, though his smile was a little shakier than normal. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? With the camera rolling to capture everything?"

Judy threw him a cocky look.

"Undoubtedly. Because I'm going to win."

Nick shook his head, but Finnick held up his paw, holding them in place as he readied them for the match. The fox eyed them speculatively. After all, he didn't have all fecking day to watch them go at it! They squared off against each another, eyes narrowed, Judy's ears duly perked. Ill-versed in the technicalities - they'd only recently gotten into wrestling mostly for the pairings than an ingrained interest in the sport itself - they rocked and bounced and waited, on edge and eager and ready to rumble.

And then the ref's paw came down - it was on!

"Come on now, fluffy bunny!" Nick shouted, blocking his muzzle with both paws. "Think you can keep up with this? And how about some of this?"

Without wasting time, he let a barrage of blows fall on her head, but her own paws were there to protect her with only a couple of stray punches catching her ears. Judy squealed and kicked out, launching herself away and back into the ropes, which bent to catch her as she shot out over the edge of the arena. Nick blinked and barely dove out of the way, staggering on one hind paw, as she ricocheted back to him, as straight as a bullet from the barrel of a shotgun, one paw extended for a little trademark move.

Soaring past as the fox laughed and called out mockingly - his words were lost in the rush of air tickling her ears - Judy squealed and plummeted into the ropes on the opposite side. He raced after her, bouncing from one hind paw to the other in a typical boxer shuffle, and then the bunny was there, sinking a blow into his stomach with such force that he doubled over.

"Dirty blow!" He coughed, regaining enough sense of himself to jump away as she pressed the attack, his smaller girlfriend well and truly on the offence. "Didn't see that one coming!"

"Should have been quicker then!" She chanted, each bounce sending her higher and higher into the air. "Shouldn't have expected anything less from a predator though! You've always got your eyes straight ahead and you just don't look at what's coming from the sides!"

While he hacked and coughed, Judy turned to the ground, one ear trained on the fox just in case, and struck a pose, flexing her muscles, which had certainly become more developed in the past weeks of training. The crowd in her mind roared, the camera capturing every moment and she leaned into victory, letting it buoy her up as she showed off just what her body was capable of. It was her legs that were her main weapon, however, and she'd had plenty of practice in channelling that energy into her fists on the streets. Nick grimaced.

"I'll have to remember that one. Dumb bunny."

Blood pounded in her ears, a dull roar swelling through her skull. Each and every breath seemed to rake through Judy's lungs, her eyes wide and staring. One-two-three, one-two-three, da-da-da-dum-dum, da-da-da-dum-dum. Nick stomped and the referee's lips moved even as she readied herself once more, shifting her weight back onto her heels a moment before he allowed them to continue once more.

And then she in the thick of it, in the air before Nick even had a chance to duck. Her training took hold and she went for a drop kick - an admittedly bold move to start off a match but one terribly, uniquely suited to a rabbit wrestler. Sailing up, she struck out with both hind paws, the large soles connecting solidly with the fox's chest, one strategically higher than the other.

That might have been it, her heart leaping into her throat, if the fox hadn't ducked back in the nick time, taking only a solid blow and not one that would have otherwise dropped him to the mat. But Nick stumbled back and recovered swiftly as the ref followed them, the fennec fox's eyes wary as he took careful note of the blows, Nick jabbing out in a flurry of punches, solely designed to make the rabbit back off.

It worked. Cursing, Judy rocked away from him, ears standing upright and quivering as her eyes narrowed. Her hind paws throbbed lightly from the blow, but it didn't matter too much; as a rabbit, she certainly was well used to using her hind paws for, well, pretty much anything. One kick wouldn't put her out of action by a long shot.

"Well, well, well, look at you, fluffy bunny," he taunted, a mocking flick of his tail catching her eye. "Think you can get one over me, the little prey bunny... Didn't work so well though, did it? I'm still standing here and you're, well..."

He laughed, briefly throwing his head back. Judy tensed.

"You're still hopping around, as you'd say!"

If she hadn't been concentrating on how the fox's muscles bunched beneath his leotard, betraying his next move, she would have had a comeback. Particularly as it was Nick who was bouncing around like he had ants in his pants and not her. But the fox was in motion and she leapt aside as he lunged for her, teeth bared and red fur flying. His style was rough and she had to focus to see where his fists were planning to land, the barrage bearing her back and back and back. It was not his only tactic, however, as the blows suddenly stopped and Nick was in her face, grabbing and grappling as she sucked in a breath and twisted away, heart hammering.

Adrenaline pumping through her veins, she darted back and circled the fox, unscathed and certainly still very much on her own two paws. Nick's lips twisted and she couldn't resist poking fun when he looked so petulantly annoyed that his little trick hadn't worked. Judy licked her lips. It hadn't even been a very good trick.

"Too slow to catch a bunny?" She laughed. "I would have thought a fox would have plenty of practice? Or do you perhaps need a rabbit officer to get the job done? You know - like you _usually_do."

"Ohhhh, and I thought it was me that ended up doing all the hard work."

Nick grunted and held a paw up, putting on a voice so high-pitched that it made Judy's ears hurt.

"Oh, Nick, it's sooooo heavy, I can't possibly_pick it up all on my own!" He whined, tail curled around to his chest. "Nick, dear, could just go and be an absolutely _darling and take the big guy? It's been a long day and I'm only a bunny and I'm super-duper tired now!"

Judy blinked and stared, one eyebrow raised.

"Do you really think I'm that squeaky?"

"You should hear yourself after a few drinks."

They exchanged a few jabs, each blocking the blows easily with their fists and forearms. It was more to fill the gap than anything, neither trained in professional boxing, wrestling - any kind of martial art, for that matter - and yet eager to rock on with the show.

And Judy knew just the trick.

The bunny smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"A real opponent, if that's what you think you are, would have dropped me by now. And all of this is being recorded!"

She scoffed and rolled her eyes as the fox baulked.

"What, did you forget that you asked for it specifically just to capture every moment of my humiliation? Funny how it's not quite working out that way for you now." She smirked as Nick set his jaw. "Aw, you forgot, didn't you? You know the camera's right over there, right?"

Right on cue, the fox's head turned and Judy made her move, streaking forward and getting her arms around Nick's throat. Lighter than him, her hind legs dangled until she wrapped them two around his body, pinning his arms in to his sides as he groaned and heaved and tried to throw her off. Finnick watched avidly for foul play - perhaps a little too intent on the action than a friend of Nick's should have been - as she fought and fought and fought to fell her partner, but, as the fox staggered, his foot slipped, sending them both crashing down to the mat.

Nick hit solidly, but it was Judy that smacked into the arena floor and rolled, dazed as the fox came down on top of her. He jumped back to his hind paws, seeing his chance, and kept a foot paw driven into her stomach as she struggled, winding her terribly as she writhed and twisted and fought to the bitter end. No matter what she tried, the badly winded bunny couldn't get her shoulders back up from the mat and she slumped, defeated and squirming as the ref counted her out.

And that was the first round done, humiliatingly so. But had that not been the name of the game all along?

"Hah..." Nick grunted as he pressed his hind paw into her chest, posing with his arms triumphantly raised, muscles flexed. "Thought you'd...get me..."

Too winded for taunts, as good-natured as they were, Nick posed and turned, showing off his best side to the camera with his victim pinned beneath him. Finnick rolled his eyes, but even Nick could not fail to notice that his friend did not look away.

The fox had the first round.

"One humiliation round for me then," Nick smirked, stepping back from the bunny, but not moving to help her up; she wouldn't need to get up. "Are you regretting this yet, Judy dear?"

His voice took on a mocking, sing-song quality and it was with a grimace that Judy pushed herself up from the mat, rubbing her jaw with the back of one paw. Ears folded back, she sighed and shook her head, sealing what she truly thought away for the next round. A tiny smile quirked wickedly at the corner of her lips. That round would come soon enough. And what went between surely wouldn't be that bad either. She knew Nick's usual style and, well, the fox truly was all bark and no bite.

"Round one to the fox!"

The ref yanked Nick's paw into the air, but he shook the smaller fox loose, fixing a predatory stare on Judy.

"I've got one humiliation round to get this pretty lil' thing through and I intend to make the most of my time. How much of that have I got, ref?"

Finnick tapped his jaw.

"Three minutes. You got time for what you're planning? I have to say, this really isn't done, do you want..."

"Relaaaaax," Nick crooned, bumping his friend with his hip. "I got this. Three minutes, you say? Well, we'll just have to work with that."

Judy gulped but strove not to let her trepidation show as the fox strode confidently up to her and shoved her face back down to the mats. His bare hind paw - why were they bare-pawed? Had that been part of the rules? - pushed into her face and she grimaced, turning away. He caught her, however, with the heel of his other paw, and pushed her back into place, forcing her chin to rest on top of his toes.

"You know you want to do this, pretty bunny," he murmured, quiet enough that even Judy had to strain to hear him. "This is all part of the game."

And she knew it was. As unconventional as it may have been, Judy screwed up her muzzle and allowed her fox boyfriend to rub his paw all over her muzzle, even pushing her onto her back to stand on top of her and hold her down with one hind paw at a time. Forepaws weren't as kinky, not as dirty and forbidden and humiliating in that sweet, sensual way that made her blood hot up.

Sweat dampened the fur between the pads on his toes and she whimpered softly, turning her head away every chance she got and yet staying in place. For, even if she would not admit it, her heart pounded with illicit thrill, knowing that every eye was on her while Nick showed her just where her place was.

"You enjoying this, bunny?" He whispered, eyes intent. "Everyone's watching you. They think you're going to lose. Are you going to lose? When you like this oh so much?"

Judy shuddered, but met his gaze with one that was every bit as level and determined.

"Not when you like it every bit as much, you damn sly fox."

Nick gasped and stepped back just as an uncertain Finnick put his paw back on his shoulder.

"Nick? That's your time. Let's get the next round going."

Smirking, Nick turned tail on Judy, every bit the cocky opponent, but Judy was in prime position to notice the bulge in his leotard, right over his crotch. She grinned. He couldn't hide anything from her.

"Oh, one more thing, Judy... Take off your leotard. That thing doesn't show nearly enough fur!" He smirked. "Just as a final touch to your humiliation round."

Judy gulped, but Finnick nodded, finding his confidence in control once more - well, someone had to be - as he snapped his fingers and pointed to the chair in the corner of the ring.

"You can put them over there. Make it snappy! You've only paid for the arena for a set amount of time and you want to get all your rounds in, don't you? Not that it matters to me. Hop to it now!"

"Good mammal!" Nick slapped him on the back, dancing away when the fennec fox shot him a suitably annoyed look. "Hehe... Well... Shall we?"

Judy sighed heavily, over-exaggerating the motion and slump of her shoulders as she scrambled out of her leotard in the most unladylike fashion one could have imagined. It clung to her sweaty fur, the arena lights glaring, and she tried not to listen as Nick hollered and whooped, all eyes and the camera lens on her as she removed her terribly plain undergarments too. If she'd known she was going to be stripping down before them, perhaps she would have worn something a little more alluring, but that wasn't to be the case. She kept her eyes averted from Finnick, cheeks burning.

Standing as tall and as proud as it was possible to be in the buff, Judy faced Nick down, clad in nothing at all. Smirking, he smacked his fists together, the difference in their states of dress - or undress - sharply evident.

"You ready, funny-bunny?"

"Ready to take you down, fox!"

Nick reeled from the aggression in her tone, but the fennec fox was there, counting them into the second round and setting them off once more. But, this time, they were ready for one another.

It was Nick that went first, bolstered by his initial victory and mimicked the bunny, at least in part, with a low, sweeping kick that should have swept the bunny's legs clean out from beneath her. That was if she wasn't paying attention to the fox and she was in the game and on the ball - more so than ever. And so, Judy nimbly dodged and spun away, exchanging jabs that didn't land. It didn't matter though: it was all about to ramp up.

Sweat matting her fur, Judy tried to ignore Finnick's eyes raking over her bare fur and small, pert breasts. Her nipples tingled - the arena too cold - and she distracted herself by launching into her next attack, feigning a dirty karate chop that wouldn't have gone down well in any regulated match, but swinging away at the last moment. As the fox tried to follow her, she flipped him up in the air, paws in place and using the power in her hind legs to get him into position: a classic backbreaker. Of course, she could not generate the force required to really make a slam out of the move, but she drove him down to the mat with as much daring as she could muster, a savage growl erupting from her lips that sounded like it should have come from a much larger mammal.

Nick flinched and opened his mouth - perhaps for some more particularly witty talk - but Judy was someone behind him, up on his back and using her powerful hind legs to brace against him. Her arms went around his throat and wrenched back, putting him in a perfect choke hold that had his eyes rolling into the back of his skull, clawing and pulling at her arms. The bunny, however, was well used to dealing with opponents much larger and stronger than her and clung on for dear life, although she was not able to use the weight of her body to the best of her ability like a larger competitor would have. With an almighty growl and wrench, Nick heaved and sent her flying, but Judy merely turned head over heels in midair, landing on her hind paws with the swift thinking nature of a feline.

Smirking, she tapped the side of her twitching, pink nose.

"What, too quick for you?" She taunted, smoothing down her whiskers as if she had all the time in the world to mock him. "Come on now, Nick, I'm just supposed to be a dumb bunny. What are all the other foxes going to say if I beat you now?"

The fox's lips curved up in a wicked grin and he lunged for her to deliver a sweeping kick that was easily dodged.

"They'd say that I let you win!"

Judy's eyes danced.

"Then, oh, if you must let me win I suppose I could take one round from you, you know - if it would make you feel better, Nick."

And then the fox cottoned on, snatching at her arm to throw her off balance - a move that almost worked as Judy squeaked and very nearly toppled right off her feet. He followed closely, swiping with both paws as he sought to get her in a hold, glad that they'd decided to wrestle instead of going into the rough and tumble of boxing. Now those wouldn't have really worked for what he had in mind, although seeing Judy bouncing about with just a pair of gloves on was an appealing image indeed to his mind...

Focus, Nick!

A fist connected with his stomach and the fox swore as he swung around, trying to gain some distance as Judy pressed the attack, fully on the offence. Blow and kick after kick seemed to come one after the other as she bore him back and back and back until he had nowhere to go except into the ropes. The ref closed in, expecting the end of the round, and Nick's lungs heaved, dragging in breaths that didn't seem to relieve the sharp pounding in his skull.

Dirtily - anyone watching the tape at a later date would have had to later admit that it was a cheap move - Judy grabbed at the fox's leotard, using his attire to her advantage as she bounced around in the nude. That one he had not and could not have been expected and hopped on one hind paw like a mad-fur while trying to keep the bunny at bay. Sensing triumph, Judy crowed - but it was premature as Nick thrust her away with a savage snarl, paws briefly connecting with her breasts and a deeply rooted thrum of arousal right down in his core.

Just what did that bunny do to him? Breathing heavily, Nick circled, one ear tipped in towards the bunny as he sought to corner her like prey. Judy, however, tipped back on her heels and yawned as if all she was doing was enjoying a Sunday walk in the park, the very picture of relaxation. Nick tried to lick his lips yet found his mouth too dry.

Shaken but not downed, Nick staggered and swung his fists at her as if he was a vulpine on the streets again, living by his wits and naught more than that. The blows were easy enough to dodge, however, and Judy slipped down to the mat, skidding beneath the distracted fox's legs to trip him up. That time, he went down like a ton of bricks - truth be told, Nick had never been all that steady on his paws - and Judy leapt on top of him, getting him in a carefully regulated choke hold. As much as she wanted to win, she didn't want to go too far either and, luckily for her, how far she wanted to go was just far enough!

The count ran down and Nick rolled away, gasping for breath. But the bunny had no intention of letting her victory round go to waste and threw her paws up triumphantly, spinning to face the whole arena as she planted her foot squarely and proudly on his crotch.

"Nice to see you back down there again," she grunted, pressed the heel of her heavy paw into his groin as she gave a victory pose. "It's right where a fox belongs."

Groaning, Nick flailed and thumped his forepaws into the mat.

"Mercy," he gasped. "Mercy!"

Judy smirked, but lifted her hind paw nonetheless, allowing him but a brief moment of respite.

"There's no mercy for a vulpine around here. I do believe you owe me one humiliation round."

Nick froze, but she couldn't ignore how his cock twitched within the leotard. Proudly, the bunny tipped her chin up and raised her arms.

"Oh, and don't think you're getting off lightly now. I can make this one way more interesting than your little round of what you call humiliation."

Judy turned to the camera, stepping over the fox's head.

"If only there was a little audience participation?" She crooned. "Are there any prey animals out there tonight that would like to show a fox how it's really done?"

The fox shivered, but he had no reason to worry about anyone else coming in to humiliate him; Finnick was giving him a suitably wide berth, ears tinted with pink. But Judy was there pressing her paw to his muzzle, smirking at how he lapped oh so very obediently with the bulge in his leotard swelling obviously.

He would have liked some audience participation.

Foxes. They were all the same.

Rubbing and massaging Judy's hind paws, he groaned and lavished attention on them, working his tongue between the toes as he kissed every inch. Even for him, it was easy to slip into the temporary role of submissive, looking up at Judy with reluctant adoration.

"Give them a good rub, Nick," Judy crooned, his ears slipping back softly. "They all want your attention."

He could have no doubted about that as his nose was forced up into her crotch, fingers working furtively over the ball of her hind paw. It was oddly appropriate that he was forced to smell her arousal and the fox groaned helplessly as she pushed her feet even harder into his paws, demanding attention.

"Tell me," Judy breathed, eyes intent. "Tell me how much stronger I am than you, Nick. Praise me. You know it's true."

Screwing up his eyes, he ran his tongue along the soft folds of her sex, tainted with sweat and arousal.

"You are..." Well, it was supposed to be humiliating. "You are the strongest, Judy. You're so much stronger than me..." He grunted. "Powerful. Dominant. Oh, Judy..."

"Time!"

The ref was on the ball, calling them back to what they were really there for as Nick breathed a sigh that was only part relief. Judy, to her credit, was not quite done with her much-awaited humiliation round, however, and rendered Nick swiftly into a similar state of undress by slicing through his leotard with the blade of a pocketknife in strategic points. His crotch and slender sheath exposed, turning his backside into an expanse of red fur too - just for good measure. His chest too she revealed, cutting out circles there with a cheeky giggle that had her bunny smile pushing up into her cheeks as Nick blushed crimson. She handed the knife back to the staring ref when done and even Finnick's eyes then danced wickedly, finally getting into the true spirit of the match.

Although exposed, Nick snarled defiantly, every bit the wild animal that they'd once claimed him to be. And Judy's heart _pounded_for him.

"This one's mine, Judy," Nick growled, eyes fiercer than they'd ever been. "You think you're all big and hopping just because you won that round!"

Judy grinned.

"Sure thing, sweetie - it's head to head now! You chickening out or what?"

His eyes gleamed.

"No way!"

Neither of them heard Finnick counting them in, but the moment their bodies connected, snarling and grappling with one another, everything seemed to fall into place. Blood pounding in their ears, the lovers fought tooth and nail for the prize that would have been a prize on whichever side it had fallen, but neither would back down from their competitive edge, after all.

Close in size, neither could truly use their weight to their advantage and Nick would never have admitted that Judy was, in fact, better at utilising her own strength than he was. He still knew it, however, and didn't let her get hold of him as he managed to get behind her, lifting the bunny clean off the mats and slamming her back down. Following swiftly, Nick pressed her face to the mat as the ref counted time - but then Judy was up and hopping again, eyes burning with renewed determination not to let her second-round victory go to waste.

Their moves became dirtier, nothing in the realm of what would have been the professional wrestling they both so adored, but Nick was still able to pull out a fairly well-trained move on Judy's neck, using the figure four neck scissor to bear her down to the ground as he squeezed and put every ounce of strength he had into the hold. Finnick darted in and was counting time when Judy wheezed and wriggled free, hopping and rubbing her neck. Not today! Or not yet, at least. Neither was willing to concede the final round, regardless of how the rest had played out.

It was well and truly game on.

Nick pressed the attack even as Judy bounced back and away and they grappled furiously, Judy allowing herself to be borne down only to toss the fox over her head into the ropes. Nick cursed and Judy had her paw on his stomach, driving down and grinding deep into his gut as he tried to double over in pain.

It looked, for a full count of two, that the fox was down and staying down, but he sprung back to his feet and knocked Judy back as she celebrated her victory prematurely, her paw blessedly shooting away from his stomach. Grunting, Nick forced down the urge to rub the sore spot, focusing on the bunny that made his heart sing so even while bringing blood to welcome and less welcome areas.

Damn, she would always be something special.

And it was proving to be a closer match, indeed, than either of them could ever have expected. The crowd roared, the pulse and grind of their cheers driving them on as Judy hit the fox with a dirty move - it seemed to be the name of her game, putting every bit of her training to good use - and Nick leapt out of the way, coming down on her with blood raging. The red tip of his cock protruded from his sheath as he rolled and grappled with the bunny across the arena, teeth gnashing and grinding as he fought and fought to take the smaller mammal down.

The ref counted time as Nick got Judy in a hold and then the bunny flipped him about, an arm across his throat as her knee dug into his crotch. The fox wheezed and took control, stealing a sly lick across a nipple as he used every dirty trick in the book to make her lose control, distract her for just a moment. Judy gasped and arched away as her thighs squeezed around his leg, trying and failing to hold him down as he thrust up against the most sensitive part of her anatomy.

Oh, it would have been so easy to give in... Judy fought to keep her eyes open, lights glaring above. But her prize would be all the sweeter for fighting.

And so she twisted around, heart in her throat as Nick leapt to his feet, eyes narrowed and a growl curling along the line of his lips. There was only so much time. Judy zeroed in on him. Quickly, quickly: she had not the time to waste

On his back in a sleeper hold, Judy huffed and squeezed harder and harder with her legs, thighs bulging with ropes of muscle. Her arms did the majority of her work, her legs there purely to anchor her in place due to the almost amusing disparity in their heights and sizes, but a rabbit had to make do with the cards she was played and Judy had no intention of losing to a fox - any fox - as much as she adored him.

Judy's forehead furrowed, sweat marking her bare fur as the fox writhed. No, this one was hers. The fox's hackles raised against her chest, but she only put even more pressure on the hold, grunting as it dragged out and out, yet Nick didn't seem to be able to find either the energy or the strength to dislodge her when it came right down to the crux of the moment, the one that mattered about all else.

Nick snarled and threw himself from side to side, bucking, but, as the pain and discomfort mounted, his struggles weakened, his chest slammed into the mat. Dimly, he was aware of the ref's paw hitting the mat once, twice - and then a third time.

And then it was all over. Judy was spinning about and posing with her hind paw on his muzzle, pressing it down into the smelly, sweaty mats and he was the loser, though a loser with a hard cock, nonetheless.

Blowing him a kiss, she wriggled her toes across his muzzle as the crowd in her mind (she'd always be a bit of an exhibitionist) went wild, all in various states of admiration and arousal, one intermingling with the other as intimately as lovers wrapped up in bed. But their display had not been public and both lovers and friends they would remain at the end of it.

That was the name of the fun, after all.

Judy turned and posed again for the camera, flexing and standing on top of her lover, the heel of her other hind paw pressed into his crotch as she ground his smug face down in a grimace. The red, blinking light showed it capturing everything, though she was sure she and Nick would have fun reviewing the recording later. Blowing it a kiss, Judy pushed her arms back behind her head, muscle drawing taut as she struck her final pose of utter dominance and strength.

Grinning, Judy leaned down, letting Finnick cheekily get a good view of her raised, fluffy tail.

"So what now, sly fox?"

Only she could decide that one.