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Night was upon the city of Zootopia and with it came most of its citizens heading home. But for mammals like Nick Wilde this was the time to step out. When the sun had set and the normal 9 to 5 citizens had settled in... That was when the night life began. Bars, clubs, and casinos came to life. Illuminating the streets was the blinding lights of their shop signs. When those signs flickered to life and those establishments opened, that's when the freaks of Zootopia came out to play. The players, pimps, con artists, prostitutes, and even a few crooked cops willing to turn a blind eye for a small fee.

No place in Zootopia was more notorious for it's shady dealings and overall debauchery than the infamous 'Fortune Street.' When the clock strikes 8pm the entire block came to life, offering all kinds of poisons and pleasures to indulge in, for a price of course. Most of Fortune Streets' money came from those first time visitors looking for a single night of pleasures that would never leave the district's borders. But just like any good business, there were many regulars who came out of the woodwork nearly every night to drink, smoke, gamble, or even fuck their woes away.

One of these regulars was none other than Nick Wilde, walking down the bustling street. His ears flicked repeatedly as he walked past shop after shop. Each one had their own noise coming from them. Mammals laughing, some cheering, from a poker den came a bout of shouting, and from a strip club came the thumping bass that seeped through the cheap concrete walls. But none of these shops interested the fox, at least not yet they did. He was looking for a night of fun, but he wasn't going about it alone. His destination was past the shops, past the blinding lights and the many animals talking over one another.

Beyond Fortune Street, draped in shadows, was the nearby slums. Nobody knew the actual name of the street. All the street signs had been stolen and used for other purposes. To those who lived on the decrepit and those beyond, the area was known as the Gutters. To Nick it was a fitting name. There were no street lamps lighting the way, at least none that weren't broken, ripped out of the ground, or had their light bulb shot out. The sidewalk and streets themselves were always dirty, littered with trash and grime from all kinds of activities. There were no trees or flowers, just cold, hard concrete. Littering the entire block were boarded up businesses and other abandoned buildings. The only places that had any life to them were the few houses scattered here and there and the rather large but clearly beat up Ringtail Complex.

With a sigh, Nick stepped onto the cracked porch of the apartment complex and stepped in. There was no one at the front and even if there was, the fox was just going to keep walking. This is where the worst of the worst lived. Those who got their cheap kicks from the nearby fortune street and when their funds dried up they scurried back into the shadows. At least, that's how it was for most of them. But there were a few that had it much easier, those smart or lucky few that made money rather than blowing it all off. There were many reasons to live in the Gutters but one reason was to make quick and easy money. If you had something to sell, something you couldn't get anywhere else, then there was a good chance you would be set in the Gutters.

Nick walked up to the fourth floor and walked down the narrow hall. He was about to see one of those lucky few, someone who ran the block rather than being run over by it. Someone who thrived and was considered the king. Standing in front of the last door on the highest floor, Nick thumped his paw around the door.

"Who is it?!" the booming voice bellowed in response. Rather than answering, the red fox drew his claw against the splintering wood. He did so at a specific speed, repeating the motion twice before pulling his paw back. His ears flicked again as he heard a thump and small footsteps approaching the door. Slowly the door opened and Finnick popped his head out. On his face was a look of agitation but it quickly softened upon seeing his fellow vulpine. He opened the old door and stepped to the side. Nick grinned and stepped into the old apartment. It was their base of operations. The space was small and the air was stale. But for Nick it was familiar, it was home.

"H-how was it?" Finnick asked, kneading his tiny paws together. Nick didn't answer right away, stepping past the fennec and throwing himself on the cheap bed.

"It went great," Nick smirked, reaching into his pocket. In a quick motion, the fox pulled out a thick stack of bills, held together by a rubber band. Seeing the money made the fennec's eyes grow wide and his ears trembled in excitement. Seeing this made Nick chuckle softly. He loved seeing that twinkle in his buddy's eyes. Got up from the bed and reached underneath it, lifting up the mattress to reveal a very subtle slit in the one below it. Sure, it was an obvious place to hide money but everyone in the complex knew better than to just run up in their den. It was known by each and every Gutter dweller how ruthless Finnick was and the knowledge that his partner was a cop now certainly made them think twice. Nick tossed the bills into the slit and dropped the mattress on top of the other.

With another sigh, Nick laid back on the bed. It had been a long day of scamming suckers who had never stepped foot on Fortune Street in their lives. They came from downtown Zootopia, the Rainforest District, some from Sahara Square and even there were visits from Tundra Town inhabitants. Nick had the clever idea to pose as a 'guide.' For a small fee he would lead them places where they could get scammed for even more. In return, the owners of the shops paid Nick for getting them extra business. It was a mutual relationship and it worked every time. Despite being a predator, Nick had the advantage of being the friendliest looking mammal on the block. Just a smile and the wiggle of his ears was all it took for the poor fools to trust him. But it wasn't all bad, in return for pay he did give them what they want, the night of their lives. He just took their money in return.

Looking over at the fennec, Nick tapped the bed twice. Finnick's ears perked and the fennec rushed to his friend's side. He climbed on the bed and nuzzled his fur against the other fox's. Nick smiled, rubbing his paw between the fennec's ear, listening to him whimper under the touch. "Did you miss me?" Nick asked. Dragging his blunt claws through the cream colored fur. Out of reflex, Finnick's leg twitched and a small sigh of bliss escaped his muzzle.

Through his pleasure, Finnick nodded and pushed closer to the bigger fox. Nick had been gone all day, leaving Finnick alone to hold down the fort. Of course, the fennec was determined to be ready in case anyone dared to break into their domain. But now Nick was back and he could finally relax. Nick was relaxed as well, thanks to the fennec cuddling close to him. This was a side of Finnick that no one else got to see, a sweet and gentle side that wanted to be held close and pampered. Finnick felt safe in the red fox's arms, even in the crime ridden street they lived on. And when Nick went out to hustle without him, the fennec was left feeling lonely but determined to not let him down.

"I missed you so much," Finnick said in an unusually soft tone. As he nuzzled close to Nick he picked up the scent of all the places he went and those who got close to him. But more than that, he reveled in Nick's natural scent. Knowing that Nick was always gonna come home to him made Finnick's heart swell. He could hear Nick chuckle again but the fox removed his paw from Finnick's ears. The small mammal's eyes widened from the lack of touch. With a small whimper he looked up at Nick with pleading eyes.

"Aww, you want some more?" Nick teased. Finnick nodded again and Nick obliged, stretching his paw out again, reaching lower. His ear's twitching in surprise as his shirt was lifted up, Finnick quickly relaxed and closed his eyes in bliss from the gentle scratching Nick gave his belly. It brought Nick just as much joy to see his partner squirming and whimpering under his touch. It was the tiny fox's greatest weakness, a gentle belly rub.

Nick looked a bit lower and was surprised to see the growing tent in the fennec's shorts. "Aw, look at that..." With his other paw the fox touched the tips of his fingers against the growing semi hard. From Finnick's muzzle came another soft moan. Nick just smiled and made sure to keep up the belly rub's pace. With his other paw he continued to tease the growing cock through the fabric containing it. He supposed it had been a while since they've had a little fun. And Finnick did deserve a reward for being so good while he was gone...

Finnick whimpered from the teasing, his cock growing to it's full length. It had seen a while since the other fox touched him below the belt. As much as the fennec loved head rubs and belly pats, it couldn't compare to the other fox's soft paw wrapped around his length. He could hear Nick chuckle above him, making him focus on the red fox. On Nick's face was a loving smile, but he withdrew his paw, leaving Finnick's length alone and twitching in his boxers.

"Aw, you're all pent up aren't you?" Nick asked. Finnick nodded in response, earning another rub on his stomach. "Well, I can fix that, big guy. But... You know what you have to do first?" Finnick nodded again, giving a small whine of need. But he knew that it would go unanswered until he took care of Nick first. The other vulpine had already removed his other paw and stood up from the bed. With a wink and another smirk, Nick gripped his pants and slowly pulled them down, revealing his lack of underwear. Between his thighs was the scarlet tip of his cock poking free from its sheath.

Nick stepped close to the bed and made a motion for Finnick to come in close. The fennec did as he was told. Just an inch away from the other predator, Finnick eagerly eyed the swollen tip. "Go ahead..." Nick offered, proud that Finnick remembered to wait for his command. Now with full permission, the tiny fox inched closer. The first thing he did was sniff at the pouch between his partner's legs. He couldn't help it, sniffing the other fox made him feel as if he was out there with him. His nose picked up hints of the poker den and the casino. But stronger than that was Nick's own signature scent.

His musk. It was subtle, not overpowering, but it was there. His twitching nose pressed against the scarlet tip and he took a quick whiff, savoring the smell that filled his nose. It made his mouth water and his heartbeat quicken. Above him, Nick gave a small grunt from the cold, wet nose pressing against his tip. But Finnick's bout of sniffing brought its own sensation that made his sheath twitch and his cock begin to swell. The first few inches slipped free from his sheath, bobbing softly into the stale air. Seeing this, Finnick lowered his ears and gave another small whine. This one was of his own will, he genuinely missed the red rocket. He wanted it, to sniff it, lick it, rub it, have it inside of him, anything that was possible for him to do.

Nick saw this and just stood in place, waiting for the small mammal's next move. Finnick thought for a moment and with his ears perking up, the fennec came close to the growing length. Gingerly he planted a small kiss to the semi hard cock, flicking his tongue against the base. He repeated his motion, gently kissing up and down the hardening cock. A huff came from Nick as the last inches of his cock came forth. Drooping under its own weight, the hard cock twitched against Finnick's muzzle, dripping a bead of pre between his eyes. Finnick just panted with need and took a step back. Carefully he gripped the length and kissed the tip, swirling his tongue against the opening.

Going further, Finnick opened his maw and flicked his entire, flat tongue against the trembling flesh. Nick growled in pleasure and with a simple look he urged his partner to continue. Finnick nodded and pressed the tip against his tongue. Slowly but surely, Finnick sunk inch after inch of the fox's cock into his maw. He knew he couldn't take it all but that didn't stop him from trying. He wanted to please Nick, to make him feel good. As good as the fennec felt whenever he laid eyes on him. Fitting as much fox cock into his mouth as possible, Finnick started to bob back and forth, dragging his tongue along the underside.

Nick must have been pent up, pre was already squirting against the roof of his mouth and down his throat. It was gulped down eagerly, only making the fennec want more. Gagging a bit, forced the tip against his throat before pulling back. The deep moan coming from Nick filled the fennec with pride. It gave him the motivation to suck harder and increase his pace. All he could think about was Nick's cock. So big. So tasty. He'd been with many guys in the past--big guys, small guys, and all of those in between--but Nick was by far the best. Even now, just sucking him off was driving his wild. In his own shorts, the fennec's cock was throbbing and leaking into the fabric of his boxers. But he couldn't worry about that. He had a job to do. With the sound of heavy slurps and his own breathing, Finnick serviced Nick's cock, making the bigger predator squirm.

"F-Finn! That's enough..." Nick commanded with a strained grunt. Finnick's ears flicked and reluctantly, he pulled his muzzle free from the twitching length. He looked up to see Nick panting but smiling. The fox was glad that Finnick was so eager to get him off but he wasn't quite ready to cum yet. Lifting his paw, he gave a command from Finnick to lie down, with a simple downward point. Wagging his tail and eager to please, Finnick laid back on the mattress. His heart skipped a beat as Nick lowered himself between the smaller fox's legs.

"Good boy..." Nick encouraged, swiping his tongue of his fangs. With a wink, the fox lifted the lithe pair of legs. He tapped a blunt claw against the base of Finnick's tail. In response the tiny fox moved his tail to the side, exposing the tempting hole. Just seeing how tight it was made Nick's mouth water. In a show of appreciation, Nick slid his muzzle between the fennec's firm cream-furred buttocks and gave the waiting pucker a small lick. In his grasp, he felt Finnick shudder. It made the fox smile through his licking. He was glad that Finnick was feeling good, he deserved a little pleasure before the main course. With a bit of force, Nick pressed his tongue against his partner's tailhole. The tight ring quickly gave way, allowing the fox to dig his flat tongue into the fennec's depths.

Finnick did his best to stay still. From his muzzle came a series of moans and whimpers. His cock was leaking thin pre against his navel but the fennec refused to touch it, not until Nick said it was okay. He trusted the bigger vulpine and was sure that Nick knew what he was doing. As long as he was a good boy then he would be rewarded. Another shiver ran down his spine, making Finnick moan through his teeth. Nick's tongue had pushed past his inner walls and the muscle was already working to stretch him out. Now the fennec was moaning freely, having no fear of being heard by the other residents of the complex. Even if they did, what were they going to do about it?

Nick savored the flavor of the fennec's insides. He could always depend on Finnick to keep himself clean and ready for some fun. It was a taste he couldn't get enough of, it was only made better with the fennec's paired squirms and whimpers. The fox was carefully to lick every which way he could, slicking up and preparing the passage for the main event. Stretching his tongue as deep as it would go, Nick gave a deep lick to the narrow tunnel, making Finnick give a pitched moan that rung out against the thin walls. Feeling rather satisfied but still eager for more, Nick slowly withdrew his tongue, making sure to lick on his way out for an extra measure.

"Aah... There we go..." Nick grinned, gliding his spent tongue across his muzzle. He stood up and gripped his leaking cock. Having spent time eating out the smaller fox, Nick's orgasm had died off and was ready for another round. His muzzle spread into a devious grin as Nick let his cock rest against Finnick's body. The fennec whimpered as the hot, red length was leaking and thumping against his own. The heat radiated to his thighs, making the fennec start to sweat in anticipation.

"You want it, don't you?" Nick asked. Finnick quickly nodded his head up and down. "Ah, ah, ah," the fox said, shaking his head. "You have to beg for it."

A deep blush spread over Finnick's muzzle. Begging always made him feel awkward, but he couldn't ignore the heat from the bigger dick nor his own hole, gaping and twitching with a need to be filled. "P-please, Nick. I... I need it. I n-need your big, fat dick inside of me..." Finnick pleaded, his voice just barely above a low whisper. But that was more than enough for Nick.

"Alright, alright. But only because you asked so nicely," Nick winked, drawing his hips back. Gripping the base of his dick, the fox aimed the tip against the twitching tailhole. A shudder ran down his spine as he pressed the tip and the first few inches past the stretching rim. Below him, Finnick hissed and clenched his fists against the invading length. Nick pressed in slowly, allowing the tight passage to adjust and relax against his girth. Taking deep breaths, Finnick focused on relaxing himself and easing his tight grip on Nick. The technique worked and Finnick's ass relaxed, allowing Nick to push himself all the way to the knot, enjoying the sensation of hot, slick walls massaging every inch of him.

The fennec whined as he felt stuffed to the brim. The fox's tip teased the deepest part of his passage, dripping hot pre inside his guts. As Nick pulled back, the smooth texture and veins teasing the fennec's sensitive anal walls. Finnick's paws held tight to the mattress, feeling his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. Another deep moan escaped his lips when the scarlet shaft sunk back inside of him. Nick grit his own fangs as he started to pound into his partner. He gave a low whine as the slick, warm walls clenched and pulled at his length. Letting go of the fennec's thighs and gripping his hips instead, Nick pulled Finnick's body closer, giving him more room.

He leaned the top half of his body over the bed, hovering his muzzle just an inch away from Finnick's. He continued to thrust into the fennec, grunting in bliss. Meanwhile Finnick hissed and his legs shuddered as Nick's tip touched the very end of his anus. The fox kept this up, pumping deep inside him. He was sure his actual insides were being rearranging and it felt amazing. All the while his own untouched dick was pulsing and throbbing against his belly fur. Each sharp thrust from Nick brought more pre to leak into his pelt. Nick kept up a rhythm, giving a sharp pump of his hips before pulling back and repeating the motion. His white-furred balls thumped against the fennec's velvet soft tail, adding a tingling sensation to his loins.

"K-keep going, Nick! F-feels so good. It's so fucking big!" Finnick whimpered, feeling his limit approaching. The pleasure was becoming too much for him and he could no longer keep his voice down.

Nick smiled and planted a kiss on his partner's nose. This is what he was waiting for. When Finnick finally caved and let himself go. He loved hearing the tiny fox screaming his name and begging him to go faster and harder. As a reward he was determined to make sure the fennec wouldn't be able to walk for a while.

Gripping the small pair of thighs tighter and pulling the fennec close, Nick picked up his pace. Below them both, the wet smacks and slurps of the knotted cock humping into the tightening hole. Nick's eyes closed and he groaned against the fennec's muzzle. Finnick's ass was clenching and squeezing every inch of his cock. He lifted one of his paws and wrapped it around the tiny fox's twitching dick.

"S-SHIT!" Finnick cried out, gritting his fangs. He started to feel lightheaded from the waves of pleasure coming from his stretched walls and the soft paw gliding up and down his shaft.

The sounds of panting, moaning and the wet sexual slaps echoed off the thin walls. Both males knew they were close to the edge. Drool leaked from the corner of Nick's muzzle; he could hardly think straight as those slick anal walls were getting closer and closer to milking an orgasm out of him. At this point the fox was thumping his cock into the moaning fennec's pounding his fat knot against the abused hole. Underneath him, Finnick was cursing in blissful pleasure, his voice pitched and strained.

Baring his fangs and letting out a deep snarl, Nick felt his cock swell. Shooting up his shaft and into the fennec's guts as his thick, searing cum. Finnick's tailhole was clamping down on his cock out of reflex from the sudden heat. Panting heavily and digging his claws into the mattress, the fox dumped his load into his partner. Finnick's breath caught in his throat the minute he felt his insides heating up. Ropes of hot seed painted his walls. The sensation was enough to make the fennec's hips jerk. His own cock pulsed, erupting a thick, slow gush of fox cum that soaked into his pelt. But he didn't care; as he was panting, the tiny fox's tongue rolled out. All he could do was seize up and shoot the last of his load into his belly fur.

"F-fuck! Aah, you're such a good boy, aren't you?" Nick huffed.

"Holy shit... Yeah, I'm your good boy," Finnick grinned. He whimpered as Nick slowly pulled out, teasing his spent walls. His hole was left stretched and oozing fox cum onto his tail. The red fox stood up, still breathing heavily.

"Don't worry, Finn. I'll clean all of this up. You've done enough," Nick assured in a gentle tone. Finnick nodded and closed his eyes and Nick gave him another series of pets. Soon they were all cleaned up and the small fox was rather tired from the activity. Nick chuckled at the adorable mammal he held close in his paws. Gently stroking between his ears, Nick watched over Finnick as he drifted off to sleep.